We've been at this wedding reception for hours now in a hotel's conference room. It's the point of the wedding when everyone is getting wasted and the people with kids are heading out. I look over at you resting your back against the bar. I can't help admiring how your slacks hang off your hips and legs in all the right places.
You're distracted with your people watching as per usual, but I have something totally different on my mind after looking at your body. Your eyes shift back over to me again, smirking to let me know you caught me staring. "Do you want another drink?" you ask me.
"If I'm going to stay all night at another celebration of heterosexuality, I'm definitely going to need a drink," I replied, turning towards the bartender to get their attention.
"You know there are drinks in our room right?" you said, as your pinky hooked mine underneath the bar and a charge went through my whole body.
People don't know about us yet, but I don't mind. I secretly love sneaking around while it's new and exciting. Even better, I get to see the look on your face when you're desperate to be fucked and no one else in the room knows it.
I can't hide my grin thinking about stripping you down in the hotel room again. It's becoming my new favourite way to waste time. "It's only 10:30, people could notice that we're gone," I said, as if I haven't wanted my hands on you since I saw you put on that outfit for the first time back in the hotel room.
Your hand runs up my forearm and you lean into my ear as if to say something over the music, "but I want you right now," you said, just loud enough for me to hear. Hearing those words is enough to make my legs numb. I can't think about anything else now other than how soon I can get you alone.
Your head scans over the crowd at the reception. My head motions towards the elevator in the hallway.
As I'm walking behind you out of the reception towards the elevator, my heart starts beating faster. By the time you get to the doors and press the button, my heart is pounding in my ears so loudly that I swore you could hear it too.
I can't remember the last time someone got me this excited just from their touch. I remember when I first kissed you. I had thought about it a thousand times before and I still wasn't ready to feel it through my whole body. You've become like a fucking drug, my body constantly craving your touch.
We stepped into the empty elevator and the doors closed, leaving all the chaos of the wedding behind us. My ears are ringing and I forget about everything else around me. The excitement of being alone with you blocks all my other senses and all I can think about now is wanting to touch you again. Your eyes lock with mine across the elevator and I know that you can't wait either.
I grabbed your waist to pull you towards me, but you didn't need any encouragement. You pressed your body into mine, pushing me back against the wall of the elevator while your hands found their way into my hair.
You kissed me harder making my back arch towards you, and I pulled your hips closer to mine. Having to wait to kiss you all night only made me want you more. Already catching my breath and worked up, my hands make their way down to your ass, but then the elevator bell goes off.
We break apart half panting and the elevator doors slide open. "Perfect timing" you said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the elevator.
My heart is beating even faster now while we're making our way down the hall. I'm still half dizzy from kissing you, and I feel the familiar burn across my skin as you pull me through the hotel door and it shuts behind us.