The Convenient Wife

Walking me back against the wall, his hand is in my hair, coiling deep into my roots. With my back pressed against the rail, I kiss him back. I want him just as much as he wants me.

There’s no denying the attraction I feel for Bolt. Thick muscles, strong features, bright eyes, smooth skin; he’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.

And right now, he’s mine. Even if it’s by default.

His tongue is in my mouth, swirling across my tongue as it slips over the inside of my cheek and across my pallet. My pussy is drenched, dripping down my inner thigh as he yanks my head back with one hard jerk.

Like hormonal teenagers, our hands are all over each other, and we’re panting like animals in the sun on a hot day. I know I need to take a breath, but I don’t want to stop kissing him. It feels too good, too perfect, too right.

Bolt sweeps me off my feet, spinning on his heels and pinning me against the opposite wall. My ass crashes into the elevator doors, and Bolt uses his weight to keep me in place.

With the base of his palm, Bolt slaps the large red button, causing the elevator to jerk to a stop. The lights inside our sex box flicker softly, making Bolt’s eyes burst with yellow and orange sparks.

Right now, nothing in the world could feel better than being trapped in an elevator with a man that is quietly taking pieces of my heart for himself. He leaves me breathless.

His mouth moves down my neck as he scoops my ass under his forearm and uses his free hand to grab my breast.

My legs wrap snugly around his hips, hands tangling in his hair. Bolt’s mouth moves lower as he lifts my shirt and takes my nipple in his mouth. Sucking my tit, he flicks my nipple with the tip of his tongue. Faster and faster his tongue swirls and laps, making my head spin.

“Mm,” I moan, dropping my head back. Grinding my pussy against his abs, I inhale a sharp breath as he bites my nipple. “Fuck me, fuck me before I lose my mind.”

The warmth off my body is spilling down my inner thighs. I’m fucking soaked, rubbing myself against his stomach because my clit is throbbing and my body is in need.

“You need my cock, don’t you, my dirty little secret?” Jerking his hips, his dick pokes my pussy through my pants, making me let out another moan. “Do you like when I call you that? My dirty little secret?”

“I love it, I love being your dirty little secret.” My thighs become a vice around his waist. I’m never letting go.

Tearing at the band of my pants, Bolt sets me down and spins me so my cheek is now against the cold metal door. Gripping the base of my neck, he bends me forward more as he pulls my pants down over my ass.

“Want me to fuck you, my dirty little secret? Want me to fuck you hard and deep?”

“Yes, fuck me, don’t tease me. Tease me and you might just regret it.” Moving my ass side to side, I push back against his dick.

Chuckling, Bolt digs his fingers into the sides of my neck and bends me closer to my toes. “I don’t have regrets,” he says as he runs the tips of his fingers very lightly across my ass.

“You will if you don’t fuck me. I’m not going to wait much longer.”

“Oh yeah, and what are you going to do? Force me inside you?”

“No, I’ll just get myself off.” Side to side, my hips sway. Every time I pass over his cock, I feel it jerk. “And if you’re lucky, I’ll let you watch.”

“Let me watch—” His voice goes lower as he sets a hand on the small of my back and presses my spine so my ass perches higher. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m in control of this right now.”

“Is that what you think?” I ask, eyeing him over my shoulder.

Bolt arches a brow as he smiles with razor thin lips. Staying quiet, he blinks slowly, then lifts his hand to the button and pushes it. The elevator jumps and my eyes pop open.

Throwing out my hand, I slam the stop button again. “Either fuck me, or don’t, but any more of this and I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Who’s in control right now?” He flashes a grin as he slides his hand dangerously slow up my back. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You are.” My eyes close as his fingers reach my nape and he massages the base of my skull.

“Good girl.” Metal teeth chime around me as he tangles his fingers in my hair and uses his other hand to pull his zipper free. “Now tell me how you want it.”