After dinner, Cyrus was leading Mia from the hotel restaurant. The shy Cyrus was back, and he looked so nervous. He turned to face Mia and pulled a key card from his pocket. Looking around, he made sure no one saw.
Mia started laughing and blurted out. “You got us a room?”
“Shh! Keep your voice down.”
“What are you worried about? We’re grown adults.”
“I just don’t want people thinking my girl is a call girl or something.”
“Aww. Are you worried people will judge me? That’s sweet. You don’t have to be so protective.”
“I know. I just… I love you so much and I don’t want anyone to disrespect you.”
Mia took his hand, pulling him toward the elevators. “To hell with them. Let’s finish this night off right.”
Cyrus followed like a little puppy down the hallway. A slow grin washed over his face as they entered the elevator and he started humming the tune Love in an Elevator by Aerosmith.
Mia gave him the side-eye with a playful nudge in the side. “Careful what you wish for.”
Cyrus grabbed her by the waist and walked her into the elevator and as soon as the doors closed, he pinned her to the wall. Ravaging her mouth as he descended upon her. His hand slipped up her dress and between her thighs before Mia knew what was happening.
Sliding his fingers between her folds made her quiver as her legs opened to allow him better access. His thick finger cupped her mound and slid into her entrance with ease. Mia gasped at the sudden intrusion and bucked, wanting more.
“Fuck, baby. You are already so wet,” he moaned.
Cyrus reached for the stop button on the elevator, quickly flipping Mia around to face the back wall. She could hear his heavy breathing in her ear over the sound of his zipper sliding down. Cyrus quickly flipped her dress up over the swell over her full backside while slipping on a condom.
“We don’t have much time. I’m going to take you hard and fast, right now.”
“Cyrus. Hurry.”
Mia panted as he pushed into her quickly. His trust was fast and hard, almost lifting her from the floor with each viral thirst. Mia grabbed at the wall and he pounded into her. Her toes barely touched the floor as Cyrus lifted her hips to meet his height.
“Yes. Cyrus. Harder!”
Cyrus’s fingers made their way to her front, roaming over her sensitive nub, and bringing Mia to the brink.
“CYRUS! I’m... YES!”
As soon as he felt her quake from her orgasm, her walls clamped down on his hard member, making him growl into her ear.
Cyrus turned Mia to face him. Lifting her from the floor to wrap her legs around his waist, he buried his face in her neck, stifling his grunts. He entered her once more with a hard thrust, making Mia feel as if it would surely leave her with an emptiness when he released her.
He filled her completely as their moans reverberated off the elevator walls. With one hard push, Cyrus released inside her with a shutter. His muscles tensed, trapping her against the cold elevator wall.
As they came down from their high, Cyrus straightened her dress and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being everything that I’ve ever dreamed of. For letting me live out one of my fantasies and not having to feel weird about it.” Cyrus held her close as he pushed the button to start the elevator back up.
“You have never roleplayed before, have you?”
“No. I’ve always been afraid to admit I wanted to try it.” Cyrus’ cheeks went flush from the admission.
His shy side was always so adorable and on full display now. Mia smiled to herself. His vulnerability was endearing, and she loved him even more because of it.
“Awe, Cy. You are so dang cute. Do you know that? I want to make you happy, and I want to know your fantasies. If I can make them happen, I want to try.”
“Really? You don’t think I’m a freak? There are other things I want to try. I have these ideas and…”
“... and I would love to hear more. Let’s head to the room and have some fun. I don’t think tonight is over just yet. Anastasia still wants to play.”
As the doors opened on their hotel room floor, he threw her over his shoulder, rushing to the room. “Yes! Playtime!”