He isn't dressed to kill right now, far from it. He's in workout clothes and smells like a man—all sweat and strength—and this low-key look turns me on.
My fingers inch along the elastic waistband of his athletic shorts and I know a simple tug would reveal a hard, thick cock. The one I held last night. The one I rode in the early morning hours. The one that tempts me now.
“I have to meet my friends. We have plans tonight.” I tell him, pushing away.
“Plans with me tonight, right?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I can't do this.”
“Yes, yes you can.”
“I'm not going to a hotel room with you again. Not doing this whole whore-dance. That's not me.”
“We don't have to go to my room, then.” He unbuttons my pants.
I'm still in my heels, still trying to figure out if I'm seriously going to do this again. My brain screams no, my pussy begs yes.
I eye the elevator door, knowing it might open any moment. As if reading my mind, he bangs against the security button with his elbow, calling on an intercom.
“This is Ace Royalle. I need you to lock the doors on this elevator until I say so.”
“Roger that, boss,” a muffled voice replies over a speaker as the elevator stops.
“You fuck everyone this way?” I ask, shaking my head at this man's power.
“Not everyone,” he says. He pulls the skintight pants down to my knees. Eyeing me hungrily—I’m in that tiny little thong he got for me—he pushes the lace down, too. “But enough that the operator knows what to do when told.”
I reflexively kick off my heels, knowing that this thing between Ace and I can't go on, but also knowing no way in hell am I stopping this elevator fuck-train. I want to ride this car until I come.
“And you, do you do what you’re told?” I ask Ace, pulling down his shorts and boxer briefs. I moan, taking in his massive cock, stepping out of my pants, pulling my top over my head.
“I'm never told what to do.” He pushes me against the elevator wall, lifts me by my ass cheeks, presses his mouth on the full rise of my breasts.
Pulling down the lace cups, he twirls his tongue around my hard nipple, sucking on my tits hard.
“I do what I want, Emmy. And right now, I want you.”
“I can see that,” I say, panting, as my entrance bobs against his rod. He is a fucking pussy tease, holding me over him, not setting me down on himself.
“You're fucking gorgeous.”
“Don't talk if you're just gonna say I'm pretty.”
“You don't like men to tell you how hot you are?” He holds my back with one hand, our noses touching. Our breath hot, heavy. His cock grazing my opening.
I laugh, my mouth parting as I kiss him, my tongue meeting with his. I pull my lips away.
“I like it when men see me as a person, not a piece of meat.”
“So you're saying you want to go on a date?” Ace smiles. “With me?”
“I didn't say that. I said keep your mouth shut and fuck me if you only want to complement me on the way my body looks.”
“So, Emmy is a feminist?”
“Are you going to fuck me or not?”
“Depends.”
“On what?” I look at him, my entire body pulsing with desire. His is, too. His stiff cock is hungry, his eyes beating with desire.
“On if you are coming to Stacked tonight.”
“You won't fuck me unless I promise to do what you want?”
“Exactly.”
“Then fuck you, Ace.” I push him away. “I don't fuck unless it is mutually beneficial. You may think I'm a sweet flower, who’ll give into your every whim so long as you water me, put me in a fucking vase. But that isn't me at all. I'm not that girl. You can't pick me and think I'm yours, just like that.”
I grab my panties, pants, pull them up. Tug on my blouse. Slip on my shoes. I'm so fucking pissed.
Once dressed I look at Ace. He's fuming, also fucking pissed. He's pulled his clothing on, but I know me pulling back from him must hurt like a motherfucker. That cock is not used to being denied.
Not that I care.
I am not interested in a man who gives me ultimatums. In a man who thinks he can buy me, or tease me, a man who can demand that I come in an elevator when what I really wanted was dinner with my girlfriends.
“Open the doors, Ace.”
His jaw is clenched. But he does as I ask. He uses the intercom to the operator to open the doors.
The elevator glides down to the casino floor. I swallow, suddenly nervous, suddenly overwhelmed that I let my emotion rise out of me so fast, so furiously.
The doors open. I step out, stand in the hall, look in at Ace who is now all alone.
He doesn't speak, he just punches the wall, his fists flying as the doors shut.