“You just… had a car brought over?”
He nods. “You coming?”
I shake my head, the wonders of rich people and the convenience their money can buy a tad overwhelming. “I need to tell your sister I’m with you.”
“I already told her.” He holds out his hand and leads me to his rental, we drive to the hotel as though Godzilla is chasing us through the streets of Minneapolis. He screeches to a halt outside a hotel that’s close to, but much fancier than the one Athena, Savannah, and I checked into earlier.
“Ares, this isn’t…” I trail off when he holds his palm up.
“Change of plan.”
“What about pizza? We are supposed to have dinner with your team.”
He gives me a smirk, charged with lust and promise. “I don’t feel like eating pizza tonight,tesoro.”
I follow him like a puppy through the lobby, stay quiet when he gets in line to check in, and my stomach flips when we enter the elevator.
The inside of the elevator is all mirrors, even on the ceiling. It’s weird seeing myself on all sides. The doors barely close before he backs me into the corner and kisses me hard, deep, and with furious passion. I can barely keep up, trying to steal breaths between kisses. He jerks my pants down under the near calf-length jersey before spinning me to face the wall. “Hold on.”
“Ares… someone could stop the elevator.” I meet his eyes in the mirror.
He’s already got his hard dick in his hand, pumping it slowly, the tip glistening under the bright light. “Then I better fuck you fast,sí?”
I’m so turned on right now I don’t know which way is up. I spread my legs as far apart as I can, curl my fingers around the rail, and push my bare butt back to him.
Sliding his fingers into my hair, he wraps the short, pink strands around his fist, holding my face in place. “Watch me,tesoro. No closing your eyes, no turning your head, eyes on me,sí?”
I nod, nibbling on my lip. I glance at the keypad—thirty-three floors in the building, and it’s a Friday night. No way we aren’t getting caught. My mind flashes back to the first time I saw Ares with the guy outside the restaurant, and how turned on I was in the car, but do I really want to risk getting caught having sex in public?
In the end, it doesn’t matter. Ares slams his dick into my soaking wet pussy in one thrust, making me moan. His grip on my hair tightens as he bucks his hips against my ass, slowly at first, setting a rhythm. The harder he fucks me the harder he grabs my hair and the more the sting prickles across my scalp.
I’m going to come. My eyes drift closed, rolling back in my head, and my hair gets a sharp tug.
“Open,tesoro.”
I open my eyes, meeting his intense stare in the mirrored pane of glass in front of me. The elevator dings as it passes another level, I resist the urge to look at the keypad. With every slam against me, Ares grunts, his balls smack off my body. He’s riding me harder and harder with each thrust.
I’m so close. My orgasm is brewing deep inside when something touches my ass. He’s moving his hand from my waist to between my cheeks, exerting a little pressure on my tight hole, and my eyes widen in the mirror.
I’ve never had anything there before, and I’m not sure I want to, either. He tilts his head, a silent question as he keeps pounding his dick deep inside me, the metal rails on his cock scraping my inner walls with each movement.
Sucking in a deep breath, I nod. I trust him. If I hate it, he’ll stop in an instant. Something penetrates my ass. I don’t think it’s his thumb, maybe his pinky? It’s a strange sensation, and I want to scream at him for trying something new here, now, when we could be interrupted by anyone. His finger slides in a little deeper, and I moan again, even more loudly.
He’s fucking me in earnest now, but the finger in my ass goes slow, in and out, in and out, inching in a little more with each thrust. I have no idea how he has the coordination for multiple speeds at the same time when my soul is leaving my body in this elevator, but he’s playing me like a perfectly tuned piano.
He comes on a roar, removes his finger from my ass and tucks himself back into his pants. I reach to get mine, but he stops me. My own climax was out of reach, but he’ll finish me off later. He always does.
He sweeps the hand that was in my hair between my thighs, and I swear he’s pushing the cum trickling out of me back inside with his thumb. He licks his thumb before bending to pull up my pants.
Snapping the elastic of my pants against my skin, he meets my eyes in the mirror. “I’m going to want those panties,tesoro.”
The door dings and an elderly couple step onto the elevator. Ares wastes no time spinning me around, lifting me over his shoulder, and smacking my backside. If there was any doubt about what we’d been doing in the moments before the door opened, there isn’t now.
Throwing them a salute, he grins. “Have a great evening, folks.”
I can’t see their faces because I’m dangling like a ragdoll staring at Ares’s bubble butt, but the woman giggles. “Make sure you take good care of that girl, young man.”
“You’ll hear how much I take care of her from your room later tonight, ma’am.”
