Robbie Kay Short Stories

Elevator

Elevator

“Did you have to look miserable the entire time?” Y/N scolds me just as soon as we’re out of her best friends apartment. I clench my jaw, trying to keep my anger from flying out of my mouth but it’s no use. “Don’t even fucking start with me. I told you I didn’t want to come out tonight.” I growl back.

I can feel my face heat up as I walk quickly down the hallway towards the elevators. I hear y/n’s heels clicking behind me, struggling to catch up. I usually give her my arm when she wears heels that high, but I’m beyond pissed at her right now.

Y/N and I rarely fight, but I can tell this one is going to be bad. Once I start there’s no shutting up my mouth and she never admits she’s wrong. To make matters worse, neither of us like losing a fight. I jab the ‘down’ button repeatedly. I want out of this building. “That won’t make it come it come any faster, you know” Y/N mutters beside me. Hell no. I turn my body towards Y/N and raise my eyebrow at her, my lips pursed. She stares unblinkingly at me and raises her eyebrow back, crossing her arms in front of her at the same time-it was like we were getting ready for battle.

Her face is beginning to flush with anger and her eyes are razor sharp, cutting through me. In spite of my anger all I want to do is rip that stupid sparkly dress off her body and devour her. Instead, I sigh in frustration.

The slowest elevator on the face of the earth finally arrives on the 19th floor and we both get in. “Press L, we have to go to the lobby to get to the parking lot” Y/N says miserably. “Why don’t you press L?” I yell at her. She was being completely ridiculous and I had no patience for her bull. All I wanted to do tonight was go over to her house, order some pizza and snuggle with her. Yeah, I like to snuggle my girlfriend. But no, she was determined to ruin my night. “Well, I know how much you like to press buttons. I’m just being considerate.”  “Oh God”  I mutter, pressing L.

“She’s my best friend, Robbie. And you were a complete asshole up there to her and Greg –at their own housewarming party of all times and places!” Round one. “Kayla, Greg and their apartment can go screw themselves for all I care. Who the hell throws a passed h’orderves house warming party in a ghetto apartment building? We’re all 19 years old! Who does that?” I exclaim. Y/N shakes her head but keeps quiet. She’s got no comeback for me.

The elevator suddenly jolts and Y/N gasps loudly. “We’re not moving” she says, looking slightly panicked. She moves her way up to the button panel and presses the L button repeatedly. When that doesn’t work she tries the Door Open one. Still nothing.  “That won’t make it move any faster” I mock her. “Shut up! We’re stuck you idiot” she screams. “Inside voice, love”  I chuckle to myself and watch her panic for a moment. She hates enclosed spaces. When I see her bottom lip start to tremble slightly I finally interject and press the speaker button at the bottom of the button panel.

“Building security” A voice blares out from the speaker. “Yes, hi. We’re stuck on elevator 4, I think? Floor 15. The elevator isn’t moving and my girlfriend is about to have a panic attack” I add, just for kicks. Y/N swats my arm hard with her clutch. “No I’m not!” she yells. “Alright Sir, I’m calling the fire department. Hang tight”

This is just great, I think to myself. “I hate this apartment building!” Y/N screams. “Why did you make us come here then?” I shoot back at her. “Why can’t you just play nice once in a while?” she hisses, her chest rising and falling quickly with anger. My eyes are drawn down to the deep V of her dress, her breasts pressing up against the material with each breath she takes. I laugh at her and pull my fingers through my hair. Fuck it, I think as I step towards her and back her into the corner of the elevator. “So you want to play now?” I growl at her and shove my body against hers, bringing my head down so I can stare right into her wide eyes. “Well then, let’s play.”

 I grab her face and kiss her mouth hard, finally shutting her up. Y/N tries to mumble something between our kiss but I ignore it, my anger completely dissolving into pure uncontrollable lust. I move my hands down from Y/N’s face and grab her breasts, but I can’t even feel her nipples through the thick fabric. “ I hate your dress” I pant against her mouth, moving my lips from her face and down her neck. I suck on it hard and she yelps out.  “What the hell are you doing?” Y/N asks, sounding a bit breathless herself.  I bring my hands down to the hem of her dress and pull up to her waist. “Stop, what if the elevator starts moving?” she asks “Then I’ll pull your dress back down” I cup her ass firmly with my hands and lift her up. Her arms wrap around my neck and her legs are around my middle. I have her pinned against the wall and I’m grinding frantically against her. Y/N starts moaning softly into my ear and my mouth starts to water in response.

 “Unzip me quick.” I whisper hoarsely to her. She complies immediately and brings her hand down to my pants and struggles for a few seconds before she undoes them. She glides her hands into my boxers and pulls out my stiff dick. “Fast, before this thing starts moving” i feel her hand move her panties aside and she pulls me in to her wet entrance. I slip right into her and we both moan out. I begin thrusting into her quickly, looking at Y/N’s face. She smiles wickedly at me and bites her bottom lip as I start to move fast against her.

I can feel her walls start to spasm around me and her fingernails dig into my back. Just then the elevator jolts again and we look at each other alarmed. “Just come, Robbie!” I groan loudly and fuck her hard, not caring if we get caught at this point. Y/N walls are gripping at me and I feel her body relax in my arms. I thrust myself in one more time and I come in her, my body jerking slightly at the intense release. “Put me down” Y/N breathes as she unlatches her legs from my waist. I set her down quickly and tuck myself in my boxers again, hoping the wetness wouldn’t seep through my pants.

Y/N fixes her dress and looks at me shyly. “Did we just do that?” she asks, picking up her clutch from the floor. “I think so” I laugh and kiss her gently on her sweet lips. “Robbie? Are we still not moving?” she asks me, panic crossing her face again. “Nope. I guess we didn’t have to be in such a hurry to finish after all” I smirk. Y/N swats my arm playfully this time and moves back to the button panel, pressing the speaker button “Excuse me, sir? we’re still stuck here.”