Chapter 2: Elevator Ecstacy

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft click. Suddenly it was just them, the hum of the lift the only sound.

Lila's heart slammed against her ribs so hard she thought he could hear it. The alcohol still buzzed in her veins, making everything feel sharper and slower at the same time. She stared at the numbers lighting up one by one. Floor six. Seven. Eight.

Marcus stood close enough that she could feel the heat coming off him. He hadn’t let go of her hand yet. His thumb moved once, a slow circle over her wrist, and the touch sent a jolt straight between her legs.

She swallowed. She could smell him now, clean skin, a hint of expensive cologne that reminded her of dark wood and smoke. Nothing like Tyler’s cheap body spray that always clung to everything.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t push. Just watched her in the mirrored wall. Their eyes met in the reflection.

His were dark and steady. Hers looked wide and wild, mascara smudged from earlier tears.

Floor twelve. The elevator slowed.

When the doors opened, he stepped out first, still holding her hand.

The hallway was quiet, the carpet thick under her bare feet, she had left her shoes at the bar. He pulled a key card from his pocket and swiped it at the double doors at the end. They opened into a suite that made her breath catch.

Huge windows stretched floor to ceiling. Rain streaked down the glass, blurring the city lights into long gold and white streaks. The room was dark except for low lamps that threw warm pools on leather couches, a bar cart, and a king sized bed visible through an open door.

Everything smelled clean, like fresh linen and money.

Marcus let go of her hand to close the door behind them. The lock clicked. He turned back to her.

“Drink?” he asked. Voice low, rough around the edges.

Lila shook her head. “I’ve had enough.”

He nodded and poured himself a short glass of whiskey anyway. Took one slow sip while his eyes stayed on her. Then he set the glass down.

She moved before she could think too hard. Close the space between them. Put both hands flat on his chest. Felt the hard muscle under the thin shirt and the steady thump of his heart.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t grab her. Just let her touch.

She tipped her head up. “Kiss me.”

He did.

Slow at first. His mouth brushed hers like he was testing. Soft lips, warm. Then deeper. His tongue slid against hers, tasting like whiskey and something darker. She opened for him, hungry. Her fingers curled into his shirt. He groaned low in his throat—the sound vibrated through her.

His hands finally moved.

One slid to the small of her back, pressing her closer until their bodies lined up. She felt him hard against her stomach. Thick. Ready. Her thighs clenched.

He broke the kiss long enough to murmur against her mouth.

“Tell me to stop if you want to.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

That was all he needed.

He walked her backward toward the bedroom. Her dress rode up her thighs with every step. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, he stopped. Turned her around so she faced the window. The rain kept falling, steady and loud.

His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down slowly. The fabric parted. Cool air hit her skin. He pushed the straps off her shoulders. The dress pooled at her feet.

She stood in just her black lace bra and panties. No shoes. Hair messy from the rain and his hands.

Marcus stepped behind her. Pressed his front to her back. She felt every inch of him—hard chest, harder cock pressing between her ass cheeks through his pants. His mouth found the side of her neck. Kissed. Bit lightly. She gasped.

One hand slid up her stomach and cupped her breast over the bra. Thumb circled her nipple until it peaked tightly. The other hand dipped and slipped inside her panties. Fingers found wet and wet and swollen. He groaned against her skin.

“So fucking wet already.”

She arched back against him. “Touch me.”

He did. Two fingers slid inside her, slow at first, then curling. His thumb flocked into her clit and rubbed firm circles., her head falling back on his shoulder. He kept kissing her neck, sucking marks she knew would show tomorrow.

Her hips rocked against his hand. The wet sounds filled the room. She was close already—too fast, too needy. He felt it. Slowed down. Pulled his fingers out.

She whimpered.

He turned her around. Pushed her gently onto the bed. She landed on her back, legs parted. He stood at the edge, looking down at her like she was something he’d waited for.

He stripped his shirt off. Broad chest, defined abs, and a few scars she wanted to trace with her tongue later. Pants next. The belt clinked. Zipper down. He shoved everything off. Cock sprang free—thick, long, veined, head already slick.

Lila licked her lips.

He climbed over her. Kissed down her body, neck, breasts, stomach. Pulled her bra off, sucked one nipple hard while pinching the other. She arched off the bed.

When he reached her panties, he hooked his fingers in the sides and dragged them down her legs. Spread her thighs wide. Looked at her pussy like it was an art.

“Beautiful.”

Then his mouth was on her.

Tongue flat, licking from bottom to top. He groaned like she tasted good. Sucked her clit gently, then harder. Fingers pushed back inside of her, three this time, stretching her. She cried out, hands fisting the sheets. He didn’t stop. Kept licking, sucking, fucking her with his fingers until her thighs shook.

She came hard. Back bowed, toes curling, a long broken moan ripping out of her. Stars burst behind her eyes. He kept going through it, licking slower until she trembled and pushed at his head.

He crawled back up. Kissed her so she tasted herself on his tongue.

She reached between them. Wrapped her hand around his cock. Hot, heavy, pulsing. Stroked him slowly. He hissed against her mouth.

“Inside me. Now.”

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer. Rolled it on fast. Then he lined up, rubbed the head through her folds. Pushed in slowly.

She gasped. He was too huge, stretching her wide. Inch by inch until he bottomed out. They both froze for a second, breathing hard.

He started moving. Slow thrusts at first. Deep. Pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Nails digging into his back.

“Harder.”

He gave it to her. Faster. Deeper. The bed creaked. Skin slapped skin. Rain pounded the windows. He hit that spot inside her every time. She moaned, without even thinking.

He flipped them so she was on top. Hands on her hips, guiding her down onto him. She rode him hard, grinding her clit against his base. Breasts bouncing. His hands squeezed her ass, slapped once sharp sting that made her clench around him.

“Fuck, good girl.”