Going Up!

Chapter One

I took a deep breath and entered the sleek mirrored glass building.  My first internship in New York and I was giddy. I found my way to the  security station and provided my name and was promptly advised to head to the 22nd  floor to obtain my badge. MY BADGE!! I internally screamed.

I  still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that my degree was finally putting itself to work, landing me an internship starting at the biggest  NYC talent management agency. I reached the elevator bank and went to press the button as another strong masculine hand double the size of  mine went to hit the same one.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I quickly said,  never actually making eye contact with the man in the suit beside me,  instead I continued scrolling through my phone.

"No worries." He  murmured still standing a few feet to the right of me. My skin prickled  at his voice, the goosebumps on my arms hidden by the light lavender button up blouse I wore.

DING.

The elevator door opened and I walked forward, my heel caught the frame pitching me forward toward the elevator floor. A strong hand caught my right arm, breaking my fall, as I spun to face the most stunning man I'd ever seen in my life.

The man was clearly at least six-foot-two,  maybe six-three and had lush, thick black hair that framed his face. He  had deep, honey brown eyes and his nose would be considered large on any  other face but on his it was fucking perfection. Then my gaze fell to  his lips. Holy fucking shit. They were full, pink, and looked like a sin I could get lost in.

"Thank you." I finally managed to push out through my misfiring brain. He smiled and I my insides went liquid.

"Of course. Glad I was there to save you," He replied, with a wink. "I'm Ben, and you are?"

Fuck, did this divine creature just ask me my name?

"Rey," I breathed helplessly."Rey" He rolled my name across his lips.

   I'm pretty sure I just came.

Straightening myself I punched the 22 on the panel and leaned  against the back wall of the elevator. He pressed the 25 and had his back to me but I'd noticed his eyes roaming me in the mirrored wall in front of us as the elevator ascended. I could feel the heat of his gaze and it caused a warm blush across my skin.

"You come here often?" I rolled my eyes as soon as the words left my mouth.

He  smirked in the mirrored wall in front of us, his eyes alight with laughter. "Yes." He stated. "You?" He quirked an eyebrow back in  question.

"No, actually. It's my first day." I nodded back to him.

With that, he leaned forward and hit a red button on the panel, effectively stopping the elevator between the 17th and 18th floor. He turned towards me his eyes dark. 

Fuckkkkk.

"Are you seeing anyone?" He queried, his eyes traveling the length of my body.

Shaking my head in answer, I backed against the wall as he stalked predatorily towards me.

"Did you know your shirt is sheer?" He questioned.

I mean I had known it was slightly sheer but not sheer enough to be an issue. Glancing at the mirror in front of me, I realized in the light of  the elevator it was literally almost translucent. Just me and my white  lace bra, basically standing in an elevator with him.

"I umm,  didn't know it was quite this sheer." I tried to make my voice sound  lighter than it was. I failed. It came out in a thick rasp.

   Is there even any airflow in here??

"I didn't plan on fucking anyone in an elevator today." he said.

He  leaned into me suddenly, his mouth on mine, hot and needy. It had been months since I had kissed anyone; two years since I'd had sex.

   Was I really about to fuck a stranger in an elevator?

He deepened the kiss, his tongue floating along the inside of my mouth, teasing my tongue. He seemed to be testing to see how far I would  allow this to go.

Fuck it, I thought leaning into the kiss and  teasing his tongue back with my own. He let out a moan and pinned my hips to the wall with his. I could feel his erection now against my hipbone.

Holy, fucking shit he is huge.

I pushed my hands up the front of his shirt, feeling the muscles that confirmed the man must live in a gym. His hands roamed my breast through the flimsy fabric of my shirt.  Breaking this kiss long enough to throw my purse off my arm and into floor, I reached back up to kiss him, pushing my body flush against his again. This time his hands found my ass. I had never been more thankful  for a mini skirt.

"Condom?" I asked. He fished out his wallet and  produced a condom from it. "The perfect gentleman." I teased as one of  his hands slipped along the front of my panties and dipped into the wetness between my folds.

"Fuck" he moaned into my mouth. "You're  already so wet for me. Take off your panties." I obliged willingly and slipped them off onto the elevator floor.

I reached for his belt and quickly unfastened it. Slipping the button from the dress slacks I  pulled the zipper down, pleasantly surprised to find Ben going commando.  Stroking his very impressive cock in one hand, I reached for the condom in his own, ripping it open and quickly sheathing him. No sooner than I  had the condom on did I find myself being lifted off the ground and my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as his cock slipped into my drenched pussy, stretching me. He stood still a moment allowing me time to adjust to his size before he began thrusting into me; one hand wrapped  around under my hips, the other between us directly on my clit. Every thrust was bringing me closer to my peak.

"Come for me" the words rolled from his lips. My insides clenched around his cock as my body obeyed his demands, my insides beginning to quake with my impending  orgasm.

"Fuck" I moaned as my orgasm hit and my head fell forward,  covered in a light sheen of sweat, onto his still fully clothed shoulder.

With a few more hard thrusts, he reached his own climax and slipped from inside of me. A whimper escaped my lips as he did so.

"Hey," he said, his hand reaching for my chin to tilt my head towards his. "You ok?" Genuine concern etched on his features.

I stared dumbstruck. I just fucked this man, I just met, on an elevator.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

"I'm  fine. Just... processing. I've never. This is so. Oh, my God." Panic washed over me. "Sorry. It's just that this is my first day and I just fucked you in an elevator." I laughed. And it sounded more like a  cracked cry in my throat. "Talk about fired."

He smiled and it actually calmed me remotely. "I doubt your fired."

He  was straightening himself into his pants and you could barely tell he just had elevator sex. He leaned down and picked up my underwear, the matching white lace panties to my bra, and put them in his pocket.

"Umm, excuse me Ben! Those are mine." I said.

"Not if you want to keep your job, they aren't," his tone authoritative as he leaned forward to hit the red button and the elevator started moving.

"After  you get your badge I'll see you in my office. I'm your new boss. Oh,  and umm... in the office, It's Mr.Solo," he said with a wink and a smirk  on his face.

Holy Shit. I was so fucked.