This happened a few weeks ago, and i still can’t believe we didn’t get caught. my boyfriend and i were out for drinks, and by the time we got back to our apartment building, i was tipsy and feeling bold.

as we waited for the elevator, i couldn’t stop teasing him, brushing up against him, whispering dirty things in his ear. by the time the doors opened, he was hard, and i was dripping.

the second the doors closed, i turned around, pressing my ass against him. “you’ve been staring at me all night,” i whispered, grinding against him. “think you deserve a reward?”

he didn’t say a word, just spun me around and kissed me hard, his hands sliding up my skirt. he pulled my panties aside and slipped a finger inside me, making me gasp.

“you’re so fucking wet,” he growled, unbuckling his belt.

i barely had time to react before he lifted me up, pressing me against the elevator wall and sliding into me in one smooth motion. the thrill of it, the risk, the heat, the way he filled me completely, had me moaning into his neck, biting down to keep quiet.

his thrusts were quick and rough, and i could feel the elevator slowing as we reached our floor. “don’t stop,” i begged, gripping his shoulders as he buried himself deeper, groaning as he came inside me just as the doors opened.

we stumbled out, trying to look normal, but the way my legs were shaking and the mess dripping down my thighs? yeah, i’m pretty sure the neighbor waiting for the elevator knew exactly what just happened.