His arm was around my waist as we walked toward the elevator. My heart sunk, adrenaline waning. Fun times were not going to be in public. I wasn’t an exhibitionist or anything, but the thought of someone watching drove me wild.
There were a few people waiting, and an older woman gave me a curt smile. It wasn’t like I had my tits hanging out or anything, but my guess was the length of it was too short for her taste.
When the elevator arrived, I stepped forward, but he pulled me back. “Wait.”
As the doors closed, there was a ping as the elevator behind us opened up. A few people unloaded, then we stepped on.
Before the doors were even shut he turned me around and pushed on my back, bending me over as he pressed his hips against me.
His fingers tangled into my hair and pulled my head up while he held my back down, forcing it to arch.
Leaning over me, his teeth nipped at my neck. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you in those shoes since I bought them.”
He let go of my hair, and I put my hands up against the wall for balance. At that angle, I felt the air move around my almost exposed pussy. The hem of my dress moved up until I felt his hand passing over my ass, his fingers rubbing against my slit and hitting my clit.
A sharp sting on my left cheek made me hiss, then I felt his consuming desire when his fingers dug into my flesh.
He reached out and hit a few buttons. The elevator gave a jolt, causing my hips to sway and bump into the hot head of his cock.
The man got it out fast and began running it against my wet opening before slipping in.
My mouth popped open, spine tingling.
Nothing beat the first thrust.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed as he rotated his hips, moving in and out.
The elevator slowed down and stopped on the first button he hit. My heart stopped as the doors slid open, muscles tensing, but there was nobody waiting.
They slid closed again and Six fisted my hair again, pulling my head back and changing the angle he was hitting inside.
A low moan crawled out of me as my eyes fluttered. My calves burned from the shoes and the position I was in, but I didn’t care.
My killer’s cock was in me along with the thrill of people seeing me get off on it.
It was official—I was sick and twisted.
The doors opened, and I recognized the two men we’d run into earlier as they stared at us with the most hilarious stunned expressions. Much to my surprise, they stepped on, unable to take their eyes off Six’s cock slamming into me.
His fingers dug deeper into my hip and he sped up. A shattering whimper slipped from my open mouth, and I clenched down on him.
“That’s it, baby, milk my cock.”
Fuck. Me.
The words were out of place for Six. He was playing the roll and showing off to the men in front of us.
They were watching me get fucked. Two good looking guys stared at me like they wished they were him.
Incomprehensible sounds forced their way out of me with each thrust. There was no way to hold them in, even if I wanted to. His body drew them from mine. A song of pleasure that spurred him on.
Every muscle was tight, all my nerves vibrating as he played my body. No sound came out, then a wailing scream as I broke, convulsing as I came.
There was no reprieve for me. He was still hard.
The elevator stopped on another floor and I froze, but once again, nobody was there. Our onlookers continued to watch, one of them running his hand along the hard-on tenting his pants.
Six’s arm flexed, pulling my head back farther, bending me until I was staring up at the ceiling. My legs shook as he slammed into me. A few hard thrusts, and a low groan vibrated in his chest as his hips flexed forward. I felt him twitch inside, letting out each spurt of come.
He stayed buried deep before letting go of my hair and pulling out. A little smack to my ass before pulling my dress down right as the elevator pinged for the next stop. Six finished tucking his dick back in and grabbed on to my waist, bringing me to him. He pressed his lips to mine, devouring my mouth just as the doors opened.
“Gentlemen,” he said, nodding to our onlookers as he pushed between them.
Hot, wet come began to slide down my thigh as we walked, dripping down to the floor. A string of groans and curses came from the elevator as the doors closed.
“Did I just become fapping material?”
One of Six’s brows lifted, as did the opposite corner of his mouth, as he looked down at me. “Yes. That is a definite yes.”
Sometimes, Six wasn’t that bad of a guy.
We didn’t leave Paris right away like I thought, but it seemed Six liked to lay low until he got his next move together. My guess was he also wanted to stick around just in case. Instead of moving on, we’d spent three days held up in the hotel room while he talked to contacts.
They used a bunch of super spy slang or killer code, so I couldn’t understand half of what he said.