Rye

                  The crisp air hits my face as I step out of the car. I reach behind and offer Launi my hand to help her out. Once her palm is in mine, I feel the proverbial spark as it makes its way from where we are joined right to my dick. Reminding myself that her and the young guard clearly have something going on, I drop her hand. I pull my phone out and glance at the screen, it's late which means it's perfectly reasonable I take a cold shower and try to sleep this feeling off.

                  Someone from the front desk is waiting as we walk into the hotel through the back entrance. They hand me an envelope with my room key. 915. I watch as they hand Launi hers, 917. Good, a room between us. I won't have to think about her because she won't be close to me like in the bus. A key is given to Eric also and we all head to the staff elevators. Security will be at the top waiting for us. Eric's phone rings and he pulls it from his pocket, glancing at the screen and then stepping aside and motioning for us to go up without him. The ding lets us know it's arrived, and security holds the door open before stepping inside and pressing the button for the 9th floor. He releases the door and steps back out.

                  The doors slide closed as I watch the other members spilling through the back door to get their keys. We are alone in a small space, and the air feels thin and lacking oxygen. Launi and I stare ahead at the closed doors waiting for it to start lifting us. I swear it takes forever; it must be the slowest elevator in all of Oregon. Finally, it moves, and the small dip before it rises seems to exaggerate the drop of blood flow to my dick from my brain.

                  When the ding alarms to let us know we've reached the second floor, I close my eyes, internally cursing its slow ascension. It's torture and I'm near my breaking point, praying I can keep my hands off her long enough to get to my room and step directly into the cold water of my shower with my clothes still on. No time to waste or risk a bad decision.

                  Launi clears her throat, drawing my attention. Her eyes are closed and her head is tipped back as if she too was praying a moment ago. When her eyes open, they find mine and feel the last fiber of my restraint snap. I move at record speed, gripping her face between my palms as I capture her wanting mouth with my own. She doesn't fight it, instead he moans into my mouth and throws her arms around my neck. I take two steps, lifting her as I go and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist as I move us to the closest wall. I hear a faint ding and in my mind I begin counting down the floors. Seven left.

                  With her body pressed against the cold, gray wall behind her, my hands are free to explore all the places I'd regretting not touching before. I could be described as crazed, the way I can't decide where to touch her next, what part of her body I want in my palms, moving from her breasts to her ass and the sensitive skin beneath her thigh. My fingers eagerly grip onto her flesh, wanting to conquer every inch they can. My dick rubs against the inside of my jean zipper. I take a second to dip my hands in my pants and move it up, allowing the blood flow to continue to engorge it nearly painfully in the best way. I rotate my hips forward, getting as close to the heat of her as possible. She whimpers as I thrust between her legs. I'm acutely aware there are still layers of clothing between us, but in the haze of it all, I drive forward as if I can make it happen regardless.

                  Ding. Six more.

                  Her palms move down to my shirt, fisting it in a desperate attempt to hold on against the slow, but determined rhythm my hips have found to bring us relief or drive us mad, I'm unsure. Her mouth leaves mine, her lips heating a trail down my neck and across my shoulder.

                  "Fuck," I say to no one. I try to open my eyes wider, to keep focused on where we are and how risky a game we're playing, but in that moment, her mouth opens and the wet warmth of her tongue slides along the burning skin on my exposed shoulder.

                  Ding, Five more.

                  There's not enough time for all the things I want to do to her. My eagerness has me gripping her ass now, pulling her down to get maximum friction as if I will ever find enough. Her legs wiggle to get me closer, and she hooks her heels, locking her body against mine.

                  "Rye," she begs.

                  Ding. Four more.

                  Is this elevator moving faster now or has time sped up? I dip my head and suck the soft skin at her neck into my mouth. Her fingers move down my abs, racing towards my waistband and I know I should stop her, but there's nothing I want more in this moment than for them to find their target.

                  Ding. Three more.

                  The tips of her fingers brush against the head of my dick which is no longer safely inside my waistband. They slide easily over the moist tip, my dick primed and ready for her touch. I give her hand space to explore by moving my hips away from hers, which also allows for my hand to be where she needs me. My palm on the inside of her thigh lightly traces a line I know will drive her crazy. It's with my two fingers that I first brush across her, and she freezes, her whole body shuddering with the sensation. Her hand dips inside my pants, grasping onto my dick, both of us moaning together.

                  Ding, Two more.

                  Fuck. I think for a second I could hit the emergency stop, but that will only cause chaos for security and ourselves.

                  "I want you inside me," she confesses in my ear.

                  "Fuck, Launi," I moan, tipping my hips forward to fill her hand and urge her to continue her work there. I move my fingers beneath the lace of her panties, pulling them aside to expose her to me. She releases her ankles, allowing her legs to open wider. When I push my finger inside her, her breath catches. Her hand on my dick stops as she takes in the sensation of a part of me filling her up. It's so hot I think I might cum right here. As soon as my thumb grazes her most sensitive area, she squeezes me and swirls her thumb over my tip, causing me to adjust my stance so my knees don't buckle.

                  I curl my finger inside her in a come-hither motion, and she drops her mouth to my shoulder again, too weak from the sensation to hold herself up.

                  Ding. One more.

                  As I move over her and in her, her legs begin to shake. I feel her teeth bite into my skin at my shoulder.

                  "God, Launi," I pray. "I want you so bad."

                  I'm sure she's close. We're both fumbling with each other, trying to focus on the other through the bliss of our own pleasure.

                  Ding.

                  Time's up.

                  I pull my hand quickly away and stand her back on her feet. She is both flushed and bewildered at my sudden withdrawal but I know it will all catch up to her the second those doors slide open and we are greeted by security again. I adjust myself quickly, trying to hide my arousal and slow my breathing.

                  "Oh my God," she says from beside me.

                  "It's ok," I tell her.

                  She brushes her hair back from her face quickly and finds a stance that seems as natural as it can be in this situation.

                  The doors slide open, and we find security just outside, waiting to make sure we each get to our respective rooms safely and alone.