She forced one hand deeper into his pants and carefully arranged his cock so it was pointing up toward his belly. The head of his half-hard dick peeked out just above the waistband of his low-slung jeans. As she stroked it with her thumb, it rose to attention, revealing itself an inch at a time as it grew harder and harder. His head dropped back to rest against hers.
“I want to suck your balls while you jack off,” she whispered into his ear. “I brought your butt plug and a cock ring in the suitcase.”
“A vibrating one?”
“Yeah. I want to ride you hard. Come over and over again until my juices drip down your sac.”
“Oh God, Myrna. I love it when you talk dirty to me in elevators. Or anywhere else.”
“Someone might come in and see me playing with The Beast. Does that excite you?”
“Yeah, I hope someone sees how fucking hard you make me.”
“We can ride up and down until someone comes in the elevator,” she said, still rubbing her thumb over his most sensitive flesh.
“Can I be the one who comes in the elevator?”
She laughed and pressed her hand against the hard ridge in his pants, holding his shaft against his lower belly. “If I can ride up and down.” When he began to seep pre-cum, she spread it over his exposed cockhead in gentle circles.
“The way today is going, I’d probably get arrested for public indecency and spend my honeymoon in jail as Big Bart’s bitch.”
“I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m the only one who’s gonna fuck you up the ass tonight, Master Sinclair.”
His cock twitched in her hand. Did that idea excite him?
Interesting.
“Has anyone ever done you that way before?” she asked.
“N-no,” he said breathlessly.
“Not even Trey?” She really needed confirmation on that.
He shook his head. “He was the bottom. Have you ever? Fucked a guy?”
“No,” she said, “but I’ve always wanted to.”
“You know I’ll try anything twice. With you? Three times.”
And that was one of the many reasons she loved this man. Most guys talked the talk, but if you got too kinky with them, they backed down. Brian never baulked at a sexual experience and never made her feel like a whore for pushing the limits.
When the elevator door opened on their floor, they stared into the corridor, anticipating someone entering the car to watch how naughty they were being. They waited. Brian hit the button to hold the door. No one appeared. Myrna sighed. They exchanged looks of disappointment.
“Do you want to go down and try again?” she asked.
“I want to go down all right, but we won’t need the elevator.”
“I’m going to shave my pussy tonight so you can suck, lick, and eat every inch of it, inside and out. Would you like that?” She certainly would.
He made a sound of torture and pressed her hand over his partially exposed cock to conceal it before dashing off the elevator.
“Suitcase!” she protested. She had a full arsenal of kinky fun packed in that thing.
Brian backtracked for the suitcase. He looked at the keycard in his hand, then at the suitcase on the floor, and then at the hand he had pressed over hers. “I don’t have enough hands,” he complained.
Myrna carefully tucked his cock into his pants and stepped away. “Now you do.”
“That was my favorite occupied hand though.” He picked up the suitcase.
She laughed and tugged him down the corridor toward their room.
When he tried the key, the light on the lock flashed red. He checked the room number. “It’s the right room.”
The rattle of a cart echoed down the corridor. Myrna smiled at the young man who was pushing it in their direction. Their room service had arrived just in time; she couldn’t let her husband go hungry. He needed his stamina.
Brian’s second attempt to open the door worked. “Hallelujah,” he said. “I was thinking we’d just have to go at it in the hall.”
The suitcase slid across the floor of the marble entry, and Myrna found herself jerked into the room by one arm.
“Wait, our room ser—”
“No more waiting,” he said and drew her against his body.
He removed the clip from her sloppily styled hair and tossed it aside. Her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, and he buried both hands in it before lowering his head to kiss her. The door hit the room service cart with a loud bang.
“Um... room service,” the server said in a loud whisper.
“Argh. Get out of here,” Brian said as he tried to close the door with one hand. The large cart got in the way.
“Sweetheart, just let him leave the cart inside the door. It will only take a second.”
Brian dropped his hand from the door and squeezed her ass. She inched him away from the door so the server could push the cart inside the entryway—a lovely entryway, she noted. Myrna assumed the rest of the suite was spectacular, but she doubted she’d get a chance to see it before Brian lost complete control. Performing live always got him worked up. As did being felt up in elevators.
He shoved her against the wall, capturing her hands on either side of her head. Staring at her as if he wanted to telegraph his desire directly to her thoughts, he rubbed the hard ridge of his cock against her mound until she began to gyrate with him.
He released one of her wrists and grabbed her hair. “Let me out of my pants,” he growled into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall.”
Her pussy pulsated with the first tease of orgasm. If he kept talking to her like that, he wouldn’t have to fuck her to make her come.