This was written for someone who requested for me to try and write a sex scene. The location was suggested by a completely different person and I figured hey, if two people wanted to see what I could do- I could at least try.
You probably shouldn't read this if you are going to take it seriously or are offended by porn, romance novels, or find one night stands offensive.
But hey, no one reads this anyways, so-
Happy Valentine's Day- you filthy animals.
It had all started very innocently, really. She had been already been running late when the classroom door flew open, releasing a group of students avidly quizzing each other on the pop quiz.
“What is superego again?” One girl asked, her face buried into her textbook so that her right elbow slammed into Nasreen’s side. Losing a grip on the large folders she had been balancing, Nasreen lurched to her left only to run straight into another member of the unprepared and completely obtuse group who was far too busy staring at superego’s assets than where he was going. With her balance completely thrown, Nasreen made the instinctive decision to throw her arm out to break her fall which unfortunately meant releasing her precocious grip on her materials.
The heavy binders hit the floor with a dull thud, spilling white pieces of paper crammed with printed text and bent, dog-eared college lined notebook paper fluttering upwards and everywhere.
“Shit!” Nasreen cursed, dropping to her knees and beginning to gather up the papers, just as the zombie patrol opened the main door to Anderson Hall, letting in the fall weather and the prevailing north wind. The strong gale of late November picked up the strewn pages and fluttered them to even further corners of the hall, mixing with students and professors rushing out to get to their respective destinations. A few laughed watching as the frantic young woman tried to grab any research from escaping the hall while others handed her pages stuck together, shoe prints now covering the doodles she had aimlessly drawn in upper corners.
After what felt like an hour scrambling to retrieve her wayward papers, Nasreen clutched the giant pile to her chest only to see a few pieces still scattered underneath the couches and chairs A frat boy with crimson and gold letters portrayed proudly on his chest was happily making airplanes out of what looked like her last research paper and the environmental science majors were tossing her note cards into the recycling bin completely unaware that it had taken her five days to make the damn things.
“Great.” She mumbled frustration and humiliation burning the back of her eyes and forcing her to look upwards at the overhead lighting. “Great,” she repeated. Nasreen stuffed the mismatched and crumbled papers back into the largest binder and stuffed the other one marked Calc 1 into her shoulder bag. “Just great.”
And with that, Nasreen shouldered her bag, took a firmer grip on the notebook and headed back towards the elevator. The clock over the elevator read a quarter past eight and while it had been still relatively light outside when she had gone up to meet with Professor Barnes on her thesis of urbanization in suburban areas, her adventure with her escaped papers had taken almost over twenty minutes. She could try and catch him before he left for the night but Anderson’s hall upper levels were mostly professor offices and unlike its main hall were often deserted past five. Professor Barnes did say he was staying until eight but it was very possible she had missed him.
Striding back to the elevator, Nasreen pressed the up button, watching it light up green and let her eyes wander back up to the clock. She noticed the elevator to her left was coming from downstairs which was the classics department. She had taken her mythology course down there last semester and had gotten completely lost in the maze of the guts of the old building. Students had labeled it the Minotaur’s Maze years ago and it had stuck. She fished into her pocket for her cell phone and idly flicked through.
The green light died and the elevator door slid open. Glancing down at her cell phone whose bars flickered weakly in and out of service; Nasreen stepped on to the elevator, almost straight into someone.
“Sorry!” She yelped, throwing up her right hand in surprise. Her dark eyes met the bemused grey eyes of her fellow passenger as the doors began to slide shut and Nasreen felt her face flush slightly and turned away to jab at the number twelve on the dash only to find it already highlighted. “Sorry,” she repeated, turning back to the guy who has slid over a few feet to give her some space. He nodded at her before turning his attention back to the doors.
Nasreen bit her lower lip in her classic nervous habit and resettled her shoulder bag more firmly on her shoulder, allowing the cell phone to slide into her pocket as her arm returned to her side. The elevators in Anderson Hall clanked methodically upwards. The metal door threw an odd mirror image back at them and Nasreen felt herself studying the boy next to her through its warped reflection.
Shaking herself, she ran her free hand through her hair, combing out the knots from the earlier maniacal wind gust and chewing herself out silently for not putting on some eyeliner before she headed out the door that afternoon. Pushing her hair back behind her ear, Nasreen saw the stranger watching her from the corner of his eye and she smiled shyly back before looking back at the door.
‘Second Floor’ chimed the elevator dully.
“I always wonder when this thing is going to give up and just stop working,” and Nasreen found herself looking up at the low, rough voice and found herself staring into grey eyes’ gaze. She swallowed.
“Um- yea, I usually take the stairs but I felt like being lazy today,” Nasreen replied evenly, glancing back at the safe area that was the sliding door.
“And why’s that?” Grey eyes asked, and Nasreen could feel the blood surfacing in her cheeks. The elevator felt ten times hotter with him just staring at her like that and she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to keep looking at her with that grin on his face or to look away. “Cause this is the slowest elevator in what could very likely be the history of the world?” he joked.
“Just felt like the thing to do,” she laughed back, shrugging her shoulders animatedly- which was the wrong thing to do as the shoulder strap slipped off her shoulder and the over heavy calculus notebook once again escaped to the floor.
‘Third Floor’ chimed the elevator but neither party heard it as both bent to pick up the few determined papers which had once again escaped their bindings.
Nasreen felt his hand close over hers on the paper a second before she realized he had bent down to retrieve the papers as well. His palm was square and large and easily dwarfed her smaller grip. It was slightly callused with short nails but the heat that radiated from it caused her a moment’s pause.
He was staring at her, those grey eyes starting to turn steel colored as his firm gaze dropped from her eyes to her mouth and then dragged themselves as if forced back to her incredulous stare. She slowly began to straighten and he rose with her, until she found herself looking up at him, heart pounding and face practically on fire.
‘Fourth Floor’ toned the automatic voice and Nasreen felt her gaze slide from his to the panel before sliding back to him. Her tongue darted out and soothed the spot she had earlier worried with her teeth.
She didn’t know if she had taken the first step or if he had but the next moment, Nasreen found herself pressed up against the panel of the elevator, her skirt tangled around her knees as his thigh pushed between hers and pinned her to the wall. She had her hands pushed up into his short dark hair as he bent his head to hers.
She could barely think she was so drawn to him, she pressed forward against him, unconsciously rolling her hips against his in an age old plea. His sharp intake of breath was his only response as he took her mouth. His lips were thin but determined as they slanted over hers and his tongue pushed boldly forward to taste her mouth. She reciprocated by sucking on it, swirling her own tongue around it.
Nasreen dimly wondered if he would taste the peppermint mocha from earlier or the vanilla from her lip gloss before she felt his hand caress the side of her throat. She leaned into it, pressing her lips against his and sliding her tongue into his mouth, tasting the hotness that was devouring her from within. Her boldness seemed to encourage him and he pressed her harder.
His fingers were tracing her neck and his mouth was following. Her hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, feeling the tense energy he was radiating. His teeth nicked a particularly sensitive spot where her shoulder met her throat and she gasped, low and shocked. His grey eyes flickered up at her in amusement before returning to the spot and repeating the action.
Nasreen felt her hands slip lower down to his biceps, feeling the muscles in the strength of his grip as well in the round bulge of the muscle itself. She lightly drew her fingernails down his bare arm, his t-shirt riding up slightly. He returned the sensory experience by returning his mouth to hers, hungry as she was as his exploring fingers descended to her hip.
‘Fifth Floor” barely registered in her ears as the no longer stranger swept his fingers over the curve of her breast to take a hold of her hip. She felt him lift her slightly and she followed, wrapping her left leg around his back, feeling the jeans underneath her bare leg. His tongue stroked hers for a moment before she leaned forward, intensifying the kiss and pressing her center to his and feeling his now obvious desire against her inner thigh.
He groaned a bit and Nasreen couldn’t help but smile against his lips at her point. Because this was quickly developing into a game of whom could out seduce whom and he was obviously winning. Nasreen had never felt quite so turned on in her life and the grainy mirrored image of the two of them over his shoulder was only intensifying the experience.
“God, you are so hot,” he mumbled into her neck as his fingers slid up her thigh and underneath her skirt. Instinctively, Nasreen jerked away, only to find him watching her, eyes the color of granite and burning intensely. Unable to look away, she whimpered in surrender, tilting her hips back towards his hand.
His long fingers slowly traced the lace waistband before slowly slipping underneath and finding her hot and wet. Nasreen mewed against his shoulder, rolling her hips in silent invitation.
‘Sixth Floor’ was barely a murmur over the ringing in her ears as his talented fingers slowly stroked upwards.
He caressed the lips of her center before finding that certain spot. She wiggled and moaned her approval, his finger trapped between her and the lace underwear. He slowly withdrew his hand and slid down, until he knelt before her, grinning wickedly up at her before disappearing underneath the flowered skirt.
Seeing his dark head bent, Nasreen felt a rush of warmth, the pulse in her lower stomach beginning to beat rapidly until she felt his breath over the lace.
“Oh god,” she breathed, trying to remember to inhale.
“Zach, actually,” said the rough voice, before she practically screamed as his mouth closed over her through the lace. Soft but firm strokes of his tongue swirled around her in a perfect clockwork circle and she felt her legs begin to shake wildly underneath her.
A dark chuckle was her only warning before she felt his fingers join his talented tongue and begin to tease her even higher, his mouth departed as the finger slipped pushed aside the lace and began a slow, tortuous pattern, taking her almost there before reverting to a new pattern.
“Seventh Floor’ was announced and Nasreen gasped.
“What if- oh god don’t stop- what if someone- someone comes-“
“Believe me,” Zach said, standing back up, keeping his fingers adroitly performing their dedicated role- “Someone’s going to come-“and took her mouth back before she could respond to the stupidity of the comment.
She could taste herself, hot and musky but not entirely unpleasant when mixed with his own unique taste. She felt her body spinning as his free hand began to caress her breast, and she felt like she was frozen against the wall. Her whole body was shaking and her brain seemed to have switched off completely- running off instinct.
Her left hand tentatively reached out to rub the front of his denim jeans and he groaned into her mouth. He was hot through the denim and his hand left her breast to quickly fumble open the belt and fly before returning to her chest.
It was a bit hard considering the way he was toying with her to carefully free him from his boxer briefs but finally she had him in the palm of her hand- and the silk skin was practically burning her hand. She rolled her thumb over the weeping tip, the smooth mushroom shaped head jerking slightly with her touch, inducing the soft smile to curve over her lips.
Zach flicked upwards and Nasreen felt herself lean forward desperation coloring her vision, her curious fingers still stroking him nerveless as he led her to her climax.
“Eight Floor”
She felt it, the pressure building, warmth cascading upwards in a slow spiral before her hips jerked on their own and she felt herself cry out and clutch his shoulder as he brought her to the shattering conclusion. Her eyes slammed shut as the primal rush flowed through her body bringing her to the very edge of blissful pain.
“Yes, yes----yes yesyes oh god!” She whimpered as she felt the waves slowly leave, his hand still tracing circles into her and causing a sensitively overload.
She could still feel him heavy in her palm and as she caught her breath, eyes clenched shut, she could feel him watching. Cracking her eye at him, she slowly kneeled down until she was before him.
She let her gaze fall over the length of him, he was thick and her small hand barely could full wrap itself comfortably around his shaft but she curled her fingers around him and gave a soft caress. His head tilted backwards in silent approval and she allowed herself a soft smirk as she leaned in.
He jerked as her breath hit his head but it was nothing to the shuddering moan he let out when she took him into her mouth. He was hot, so deviously hot and smooth and he tasted like sweat and silk. She bobbed her head and barely could contain the moan that escaped her throat, vibrating him in her mouth.
“So fucking hot,” he supplied weakly, his eyes finding hers as she glanced up.
“Ninth Floor”
She rolled her tongue under the sensitive spot beneath his head and her hand snaked up to roll the skin of his sack lightly between her fingers, her mouth inching up to meet the down stroke of her hand before repeating. She took her mouth off him, and exhaled warm hot air. He stiffened as her mouth moved to take in the sack between his legs, her hands going over his hips to knead his butt through the layers of jean and
boxers and pressing him closer to her mouth.
“God, I could do this for hours,” Nasreen whispered against his thigh, returning her hand to stroking him with a soft twist towards the head, rubbing her saliva into his skin and watching the head swell and respond to every caress, every stroke, every teasing brush of her hair.
“Tenth Floor”
She pressed her mouth back to the tip and began to slowly lick in a spiraling circle, the sated feeling beginning to disperse as she felt herself getting wetter with his soft breaths and the way he was responding. Nasreen couldn’t help but meet his eyes as she swallowed him whole and bobbed her head to the unspoken rhythm that his hips effortlessly began to match. He threw his head back as his fists clenched into her hair and she felt him tighten his legs before he exploded into her mouth.
“Eleventh Floor”
As Nasreen tried to discreetly and politely disperse of the evidence, she felt him stroke her hair back from her face. She smiled up at him as she tucked him back in. He offered her his hand and raised her up. They stood there facing each other- breathing heavily, sated and almost burning alive from the internal and external heat they had produced, still half dressed and completely silent.
“Twelfth Floor” chimed the now familiar voice as the doors slid open revealing a dark hallway- a dim light from around the far corner the only sign of any inhabitants. Zach was watching her, his eyes fading from their steel intensity back to the sky grey of earlier and Nasreen couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“I’m Nasreen by the way,” she offered, holding out her hand, the same hand that had moments ago been holding him rather intimately.
“Nice to meet you, Nasreen,” Zach smiled down at her. She felt a small warmth curl higher inside her chest and neither of them made a move to get out of the elevator. The doors began to slow grind shut but neither looked away from the other.
The elevator sat still for a moment before slowly beginning its descent. And as the floors disappeared and the silence grew, Nasreen began to realize the full extent of what had just happened. She had basically had just had public sex with a complete stranger in an elevator that as ancient as it was could possibly have a camera. The stranger Zach could be a complete psychopath who was going to blackmail her or kill her as soon as the elevator opened back into the main lobby. He could-
“Care to go again?” Interrupted the now familiar, sly voice and Nasreen didn’t bother with words. She pushed him against the closest wall and gave in to it all over again.
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