The elevator doors slid open on Alan’s floor but neither of us moved.
I stayed pressed against the wall, heart hammering, while he kept me caged there with one hand beside my head and the other still in his pocket.
His mouth brushed my ear, as he continued, “I could slide my hand up this skirt right now, push your panties to the side, and finger you until your legs shake. I’d drop to my knees, spread you open, and eat that p***y until you’re dripping down my chin. Then I’d bend you over, right here, and f**k you so deep the whole building would hear you screaming my name.”
I was soaked. My thighs clenched together and I could feel how wet my panties were. I tried to keep my breathing steady, “you’re not doing any of that.”
He leaned in closer, lips grazing my neck, “no? Then why are y
