It is dark. So very dark. It feels difficult to breathe. I'm scared! I want to get out of here!
"Don't worry. I'm here."
Doyle's words felt like the words I had always longed to hear. It felt nostalgic somehow, but I couldn't recall if anyone had said it before.
When he asked me to let go of him earlier, I panicked. It was terrifying. I thought I was back at that place. Stuck in the dark all alone. When he pulled me back to his side again, all I could feel... was his warmth.
Not the dark, not the cold, not even the constrictive feeling that I usually feel... I felt... warm. His words were soft and gentle. It seemed like I was home, not my own home... but a place I wanted to call home.
Rayson felt like the sun. Shining so bright, illuminating the lives of everyone around him. I wanted him... no... I needed him. Yet, he always felt so far out of my reach.
Doyle... He came onto me way too strong. It resembled a match. A single strike would light it up. Our meeting was the trigger, now, being here... it felt like that match was thrown into a pile of firewood, igniting a larger flame.
He was close, I could easily reach him. Despite his initial cold countenance, he was gentle and wary. His kisses were soft and he always slowed to match my pace.
Even now, he isn't going any further because he is worried about me. I thought I was mistaken but his actions speak otherwise.
"Len? Are you alright?"
"I... I'm fine... just... put it in... already..."
"Okay. Just bear with me for now then."
"Hnn... Ah... I feel... so full..."
"Tight... Relax your body... I don't want it to hurt."
"I...I'm fine... hngh.... it just... feels weird..."
Doyle's shaft rubbed against my inner walls. I could feel it scraping my insides as he held firmly onto my waist. I didn't want to face the elevator wall, but, one thing had led to another and here we are.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-yes... Just... move... already..."
Doyle started to rock his hips in a slow pace. I clenched my fist as I tried to relax my body. His dick kept rubbing my good spot, it was unbearable.
Maybe it's because it was dark, I could easily visualise every single part of his body. I held my breath as I felt his hilt hit my G-spot again.
His dick was long and thick, almost the idolised dick everyone wanted to try at least once. Anyways, that's not the point. The point is, it was driving me nuts.
"Len... is it good?" Doyle asked as he nibbled my ear.
I moaned in response to him as I touched his hand that was placed against my hips. I turned to face him as he pressed our lips together and kissed him.
"I... It is... I... I feel... really good... D-Doyle..." I whispered between breaths as he slowed his pace to kiss me.
His slow movement gave me time to remember his breath on my skin, his low grunts in my ear and the shape of his body melded with mine.
Even though we had sex the whole day, I was far from sore. I don't know if it was due to him being gentle or our body being really compatible. The feeling of his warmth on my skin helped me forget that we were in an enclosed area. Even now, all I could think about was Doyle.
"Ah... Doyle... Ngh... I think... I'm close..."
"Me too..."
Doyle pulled out as his hot liquid splattered against my back. I shivered as I came into Doyle's hand. I fell against him as I glanced upwards to peer at his face.
Despite the dark, I could tell he had a disheveled look on his face with a slight flush on his cheeks. I grinned as I reached out to caress his face.
"Hmm? What?"
I didn't say anything as I smiled at him. I guess I wasn't wrong after all... He really did.... Pity me...
"It's nothing."
"Is that so? Your voice sounds like you're feeling sad."
"Huh? N-no."
My face felt hot as my heart hammered in my chest. What was he talking about?! It felt as if he read my mind somehow.
"Well, don't think too much. You have this tendency to overthink."
"I-is that so?" I asked surprised. Doyle seemed to know a great deal about me. All my innermost thoughts are easily brought to surface in his presence.
Doyle twisted my body so that I would be facing him. He pulled my waist towards him as he slid his hand up to caress my cheek.
His thumb stroked my face affectionately as he leaned in to kiss me. My mind seemed to go blank as I could only focus on the tantalising kiss we shared.
"Nngha... Hnn... Ah, eh? Wait!" I gasped as Doyle slid his free hand to my thigh, pulling my right leg up.
Doyle kept going as he suckled my lower lip and prodded my entrance with his muscular fingers. I threw my arms around his neck as I leaned into his kisses.
"Ah?! Wai-- there... Hanhh.... I'm still sensitive there... Doy--le... Sl-slow down..." I said as I tightened my grip around his neck.
"Len... loosen your grip... I might lose my head like this..." Doyle said as he whispered in my ear. He had the nerve to joke around now?
Nevertheless, I loosened my grip as I settled for nibbling his nape. Doyle moaned lowly as I sucked on his nape. I didn't realise what I was doing but it helped me to relax my body.
"I'm going in, okay?"
"Hnn... Sure." I said as I squeezed in the crook of his neck. He smells nice. A mix of peppermint and his musky scent.
"Eh? Ahnnn.... Nnngh... Goo--.... Hwaa- It feels good..."
Doyle inserted deep within me. I could feel his dick throbbing as it grew in size. It felt warm and filled me up. The length and girth were exceptional as it reached me deep inside.
Doyle started rocking his hips again, grinding our groins together as he penetrated deeper inside me. I gasped as I wrapped myself tighter against his body.
My head felt light as I found myself floating. My fingers clenched at his shirt as I slowed my breath by taking in deep breaths.
By now, Doyle had lifted me with both his hands, supporting me from my bottom as he raised and lowered my hips in a bobbing motion. His breathing was growing haggard as I heard the loud thumping in his chest and felt his body heat.
Doyle seemed to be moving faster as he leaned me against the elevator wall, holding onto me so that I wouldn't be pressed against the railings. He increased his pace making me cry out even louder.
Why is he moving so fast? It's like he's in a hurry...
"Ah-- Wait! Doyle! Fast! Too... ah... Fas--- Cu-cumming!"
"Me too! Sorry about this... ukk..."
My body pulsated as I found myself pressed against the wall limply. Doyle's hot liquid filled me up inside. It felt warm, reminding me of that one time when I was a child back in the small town I grew up in... It was a warm day... I met a boy... eh... what happened after that...?
***
"Len? Are you alright? You're very silent."
"Eh? I-I'm fine. Ju-just... Can we... ..."
"What is it?"
"Do you mind if we held hands? At least... Until the light turns on."
"You don't need to ask." Doyle said as he reached for my hand and intertwined our fingers.
I curled into a fetus like position as I buried my face in my knees. Why is my heart thumping so loudly? Why... is the hand that's holding mine feel so hot?
"... Do you want to listen to a story?" Doyle asked, filling the silence. I blinked several times as I took in his out of character sentence before breaking into a fit of giggles.
"Sure!"
Even if Doyle only feels sympathy for me, I am grateful he's by my side for now. I feel bad for making use of his kindness... But... At least... let us stay like this... until I confess and get this feeling for Rayson completely out of my chest...