He harrumphed a puff of air at the landing, and anger simmered in his gaze as he looked up at me. I couldn't help the slow curve of my lips at my progress. I pushed myself up off his chest, my fingers digging into his taught pecs as I started to lift myself up and down on his dick. His angry eyes quickly changed to hooded ones as he looked down and watched me fuck myself with his cock.
“You think you can play games with me? Oh no, Con West, don't play with me because I will always win. I will cheat, lie, and steal to make sure I win. That includes getting my orgasm first.”
I used his chest as a stabilizer as I started moving faster until I was rolling my hips into him, bouncing my tits in his face. Making sure that I reciprocated his earlier treatment as I crashed down hard. His hands gripped my thighs, and his moans had this pained edge to them, like he didn’t want to like it, but he couldn’t help that he fucking loved it.
I started to go faster, not caring how rough I was anymore as I felt myself getting closer to that sweet release. I noticed his head was tilted back, eyes squeezed shut as he panted out his praise of me. I liked seeing him like this, liked seeing him at my mercy, using his body to make mine light up. I watched as he gasped and gulped at the same time, his body tensed and tight. I couldn't have that, so I pulled at his bruising fingers on my thighs. He let go immediately and watched as I brought them up to my breasts, needing that bruising grip up there to hold me as I tumbled us into oblivion.
His eyes lit up, and he cupped and tweaked my nipples until I started to pick up the pace, moaning out his name over and over. His hands started to grip my breasts tightly, almost to the point of pain, then he started to match my thrusts, pushing up into me in time. My channel was so drenched that the sound of our bodies slapping together echoed against the metal walls, making it so loud I almost couldn't hear anything else.
My Wrath magic released from my muscles, receding inside of my body as the pink Lust magic we were building between us filled the room. It was so thick that the walls of the elevator weren’t even visible anymore. It filled the space so quickly that the only thing I could see now was him beneath me. My lips parted, and I tasted the power around me, watching it swirl around us. It begged me to take it into my body. My stomach groaned, wanting the Lust magic so hard it hurt.
Almost like he knew what I was thinking, Con took one of his hands off my breast and pinched my bundle of nerves. My back arched, and my head snapped back. I exploded with my release, screaming his name as he pumped in and out of me as fast as he could.
I was glad that he still had one hand on my chest, because as soon as the last shiver of my orgasm released from my body, I collapsed on top of him, my body spent. He wrapped an arm around me, rolling us so that he was on top, but kept me close, making sure my back didn't slam against the ground.
His breathing came out choppy and fast as he gently put his forehead to mine, eyes squeezed shut as he asked me breathlessly, “Let me come, my lady. Let me fill you up, stuff you so good you won't think of anything else for days but my dick.”
I could tell it pained him to ask me, like he wasn't used to the words coming out of his mouth, but I consumed them just the same. I looked up at the Lust magic that was swirling around our bodies, like it was waiting for my response, too. I felt another kind of magic twitching beneath his skin, begging me to take it as well, to consume as much of it as I could.
With all three forces imploring me, I cracked a smile. “Fill me up good and make it loud. I want the whole building to know what we did.”
His eyes flew open, and for the first time I noticed how green they were, how they flared an almost iridescent shade as his own Other magic pushed from the inside to get out, to be set free. Oh, it would be set free, all right. Free to be consumed by me, filling me up until I understood what kind of magic it was.
He pushed up to his knees, lifting me with him so he was still seated inside of me. I grasped his shoulders and let my legs dangle around his waist. He slid both hands up my sides and back until he clasped onto me just beneath my armpits.
“Don't worry, my hellcat, you won't have to do any of the work. Just feel.”
I bit my lip and looked down at our joined bodies as he dragged his hips away from my core, just enough to give a little space but not enough for him to be out of me entirely.
“Well, that’s my favorite kind of fuckin’.” I winked.
He gave me a quick grin, then he started to pump upward fast and strong.
Since I was basically jello by this point, his powerful thrusts bounced my body up, then gravity helped me crash back down onto him. The feeling of being fucked and used for his pleasure after he did such a good job with mine was intoxicating. I could feel the Lust magic getting ready to burst and the small spikes of his own magic, longing to be set free, was tantalizing and delicious. Another orgasm worked its way through my body, coiling just as fast as his onslaught of my body.
Quicker than either of us anticipated, his head tilted to the ceiling as he roared out his release. The second his cum shot into my channel, the Lust magic surrounding us crashed into me, covering me from head to toe with its yummy sweet and spicy notes. I licked my lips at the taste. It felt different than it ever had. More complete.
Before I could examine it, another force of magic engulfed my body, filling me with crashing waves of power.
This power tasted different from anything I had ever had before. It didn't taste like sin magic did. It was more of the taste of an experience. I could taste the sense of victory, of complete satisfaction, of domination… Like I was conquering the world on my tongue and settling it into my body.
As his power started to slow down—it still hadn’t filled the void within me, but it was more than any other male on this plane of existence had given me—my second orgasm rolled through me as his power circled inside.
I quickly clutched at him, nails digging in, as the violent vibrations from having both magics filling me took over for a second. This orgasm flung me to another world, showing me something new and exciting. As I came back down to earth, I could feel our mingled cum dripping out of our joined centers onto the elevator floor. It was dirty and raw, and I fucking loved it.
As soon as our heartbeats calmed down and our breathing started to regulate, I pulled away and saw a dopey smile on his lips. It made my heart flutter, and feelings I didn't want rose to the surface. I quickly shoved them down as I laid a quick peck on his lips and started to detangle myself from him. For a second, his fingers gripped at me like he didn't want to let me go.
I looked down and smirked. “If you think that this is done, then you’ve got another thing coming. This was only round one, buddy. I'm just giving you time to rejuvenate while we get to that hotel room next door, then we can do this all over again. Maybe in bed or the shower.” I tipped my head to the side as I tapped my chin. “I’ve always wanted to break one of those sturdy hotel desks… You game?”
He let his fingers soften as he chuckled at the picture I had painted. His mouth opened to respond when the shimmer of a demon in his doorman uniform appeared in the corner. He looked bored.
Con jumped up and stood in front of me, trying to protect me, which was surprisingly sweet. He glared at the demon.
“Don't worry, sir. This happens all the time.” The doorman pushed the emergency stop elevator button, and the elevator jolted as it restarted its descent.
I looked in shock at the button and then at the demon, who nodded. “This happens more often than you think, miss. I'm here to make sure you are not disturbed. It's easier if the elevator is stopped so you aren’t disturbed mid-coitus.”
“But you watched the whole thing?” Now I was less shocked and more curious, because this demon didn't seem to give a flying fuck about what we’d just done. It had been hot, like jack-yourself-off-in-the-corner hot. I knew it was. So why didn’t this demon have his dick in his hands?
