My throat had dried up, and my body had frozen from the inside.
My bodyguard had a hard-on, and it was right on my butt.
I couldn't make a fuss or curse him out. He seemed too naive and quiet ever since we met, which wasn't too long, and I just felt like he'd lose some pride if I were to embarrass him in front of so many people. Besides, getting horny wasn't a crime. And he hadn't planned about the people in the elevator or that I'd be spooned on him.

'Fuck! This is getting annoying,' I thought as I struggled to stay still until we got to the seventh floor.
Why couldn't the other group use a different elevator? But was that why I was feeling pissed? No.
I was angry because my body was starting to react in a way that didn't please my mind. Maybe it was because I hadn't been fucked in months and here was a ready and firm dick whose owner was super attractive with his smoldered aura.

I was getting horny as well. And the more I tried not to move, the more my legs grew itchy. When I couldn't take it anymore, I tried shifting forward just a bit but was stopped when a hand came to grip my waist.
Stephano then lowered his chin to partially rest on my shoulder and whispered, "I'm so sorry. I tried so hard not to."
There was genuine remorse that touched the soft side of me, especially when his tone was so gentle to the point where I felt guilty for arousing him.

I tilted my head to my right and whispered back, "It's okay."

"Thank you. I'll...I'll try to calm myself."

'Well you can't do that with my ass on your dick, can you?' I wanted to scream but refrained for obvious reasons.
But if I was being truthful, my horny side was already creating lewd pictures of a naked and hard Stephano in my mind. This was why I hated my mind, always made up such fucking hot images of men I found quite sexy.
I wondered what he'd look like with lust filling his mismatched eyes until he couldn't take it any longer. I wondered what he'd look like crying because of how much he wanted to fuck someone.
Shit! My mind was messed up, yet I couldn't deny that the images I had come up with this time were damn arousing.

I was no sadist, but I had some weird fetishes. I lived being dominated over. Loved a man who knew exactly what he was doing. But sometimes, I craved to see a man crying with his defenses down.
'I need prayers. A whole lot of them.'

The elevator made a stop at the fifth floor and the second group walked out, giving us room to breathe.
I quickly hopped to stand at Stephano's side which was between him and Olivia. Why? To protect him from their eyes because one thing was for sure: Chris would hop on him and rip his pants right off.
Just like me, she was a sucker for handsome hot men. The only difference was that I had better control over my urges and could hide them quite fine.

I was listening to Olivia whining about the recent song she was writing when the ding came, announcing our arrival.
The three bodyguards went out first and we followed behind them without realizing that one person was missing.

"Hey handsome, aren't you coming along?" Chris asked and we all turned around.

Ah, fuck! Had forgotten about his state.
Seeing him standing in there with his hands over his crotch in a professional posture gave me some relief. At least nobody would suspect that he was hiding his very firm cock and would take it as a formal stance.

"I have an errand," was all he said before the door began closing.

Our eyes crossed for the last time, as if silently bidding each other a great day ahead.

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