Dive into Scarlet and Ethan’s wild ride! Inspired by power and passion, this tale ignites desire with unbridled heat.
The Redline Ventures tower shimmered against the city skyline, sunlight bouncing off its mirrored surface. Scarlet Voss moved toward the elevators with the kind of confidence that made the air bend around her. Her heels clicked on the polished marble, precise, unrelenting. Today she wore a fitted blazer over a short black skirt that teased the curve of her thighs, a crisp white blouse just loose enough at the collar to hint at skin. Green eyes sharp and calculating, she scanned the lobby with effortless command. Power clung to her like perfume, magnetic and undeniable.
The elevator doors slid open, and Ethan Rivers was already inside, hand resting casually on the rail, adjusting the strap of his bag. Mid-thirties, lean and athletic, dark hair just messy enough to seem effortless, he gave her a nod that was polite yet loaded with curiosity. His dark eyes met hers, steady, assessing, a hint of amusement dancing beneath the surface.
"Good day," he said, the words soft in the confined space, almost casual, almost daring. Scarlet's gaze flicked to him, quick and sharp, taking in the lean line of his shoulders, the calm in his stance, then moved on. "Afternoon," she replied, voice cool, measured, carrying the faintest edge of intrigue.
The elevator climbed, numbers flickering past. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. At twenty-six, a sharp jolt sent Ethan's briefcase thudding against his leg. Lights cut out, plunging them into near-darkness, leaving only the soft hum of the motor. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the sound of startled breaths.
"What was that?" Scarlet's voice broke the quiet, clipped, more declaration than question, her green eyes glinting in the dim glow of the emergency lights.
Ethan braced himself against the rail. "Feels like a fault. Electrical, maybe."
"Not today," Scarlet muttered, tension threading her words. She moved to the panel, pressing the emergency call button. A faint light blinked, a hiss of static filled the tiny car...and then died. She tried again. Silence.
They pulled out their phones, screens lighting their faces. Scarlet’s row of bars was empty. “Oh, come on,” she muttered, frustration tugging at the edge of her calm.
Ethan tilted his phone toward the ceiling, dark eyes catching hers. “Same,” he said, a small, wry lift to his lips. The closeness of the car made their shared confinement feel electric.
A low hum kicked in overhead, emergency lights flickering to life in a soft gold. The air felt closer, warmer. They could see each other clearly now without phone flashlights. Scarlet’s features sharpened in the glow, controlled but alert, pupils wide.
She slid her phone back into her bag. “So we are stuck.”
“Looks like it,” Ethan said, voice easy, as if the floor beneath them hadn’t just disappeared.
Scarlet let out a small breath and glanced at the closed doors, composure intact. “Great. Just great,” she muttered, then looked at him. “So… any idea how long these things usually stay stuck?”
Ethan rubbed a palm on his slacks. “Depends. Could be fifteen minutes, could be longer. They’ll have to diagnose it first.”
She nodded once. He offered a small, easy smile. “I’m Ethan, by the way. Engineer for Stratos Dynamic on thirty-six.”
She held his gaze for a heartbeat, then gave a short nod. “Scarlet Voss.”
“I know who you are,” he said before she could finish. “Redline Ventures.”
A flicker of amusement touched her eyes. “So you read the elevator directory.”
“Among other things,” he said lightly, tone teasing.
Silence settled, not uncomfortable yet. The car hummed faintly; the emergency light steady overhead. She shifted her weight, handbag neatly at her heel, subtle tension coiled in her posture.
“Busy day?” he asked.
“They all are,” she admitted. “Quarterly wrap, partner call, a board update I don’t feel like giving.”
He smiled, noticing the subtle curve of her stance. “You don’t seem like someone who avoids things.”
“I don’t,” she said. “I just prefer to do them on time.”
The speaker clicked and hissed. A calm voice said, “Passengers in elevator six, this is maintenance. Relay tripped; manual diagnostics underway. Press the button to respond. We’ll update you shortly.”
Scarlet stepped closer, pressing the button. “How long are we talking?”
“Initial estimate: about an hour. Could stretch longer if a part swap is needed,” the voice replied.
“Thank you,” she said, clipped but polite. The speaker hissed once and went quiet.
Her jaw tightened. She inhaled slowly, letting the warmth of the elevator sink in.
Ethan watched her for a moment. “You okay with tight spaces?”
“yes,” she said plainly. “But I’d rather not be in one for an hour.”
“Fair.” He leaned back, shoulders brushing lightly against hers, casual but intimate. “Maybe it’s a sign to take a break. Let the world sprint while you don’t.”
She gave him a measured look, part skepticism, part curiosity. “You believe in signs?”
“I believe in forced pauses,” he said, voice low, calm, carrying just a hint of tease. “Sometimes they save you from a worse kind of stuck.”
The elevator’s quiet glow wrapped around them, the hum fading into something almost hypnotic. Three hours stretched ahead...unplanned, unavoidable...and neither of them made a move to break the fragile pull between them.
Scarlet leaned against the wall, arms loosely crossed, eyes drifting over the panel as if the flickering lights might hold an answer. Ethan rested a hand on the rail, gaze fixed on her, noticing the details...the curve of her jaw, the sharp green of her eyes, the subtle tilt of her head when she considered something.
He let the moment breathe, then leaned back casually. “You know that question people like to ask? If you could be stuck anywhere with someone, who would it be?” His mouth curled in a half-smile.
Scarlet’s eyes slid to him, cool but curious. “I suppose it depends on the island.”
“Sure,” he said, steady and teasing. “But right now… I’d take a sun-soaked beach over this box any day. Warm sand, the waves… hours alone. And I wouldn’t mind being stuck there with you.”
She blinked, a trace of surprise softening her expression. “With me?”
“Yeah,” he said, shrugging lightly, easy charm in his tone. “Hours to just… be there. No interruptions. You’d make the whole place better.”
Scarlet let out a quiet, reflexive laugh, her posture loosening a fraction. “Alright… if we’re imagining it… fine. I’ll be your island partner.”
Ethan’s grin deepened. “Good. Because that island would be perfect with you.”
He brushed a hand along the rail. “First hour, I’d fish. Find the freshest fruit. Learn little things about you… the kind you don’t just hand out to anyone.”
Scarlet’s lips curved in amusement. “I’d want it sunny. Perfect temperature. And yeah, fresh fruit sounds amazing right now.”
“I’ll share,” he said, eyes glinting. “In this little fantasy… are you my crush?”
Her smirk was slow, deliberate. “Fine. I’m your temporary crush.”
They traded details, painting the island between them. Scarlet’s voice softened. “I’d want a hammock… maybe a bikini, just enough sun for a tan.”
Ethan’s grin turned sly. “That’s not fair.”
“Why not?” she teased.
“If you’re in a bikini,” his voice dipped low, “how could I concentrate? Everything else would disappear… except you.”
Scarlet hummed, eyes dancing. “No self control and all your attention? Could be fun.”
“Oh,” he murmured, letting the tension stretch, “you’re raising the temperature now.”
She leaned in slightly, playful. “Maybe… if you try hard enough, you’ll see how well you do.”
Ethan’s tone dropped, testing the water. “On that island… I think I’d want to take my time. Learn every little thing that makes you shiver.” His gaze held hers, voice slowing. “I’ve always loved tasting a woman. And if she’s beautiful…” a faint smile tugged at his lips, “…I could lie there and savor her for hours.”
Her green eyes lit with interest. A soft, eager laugh escaped. “Hmm… that sounds incredibly tempting.”
He let his grin turn warm, confident. “So maybe… if I play my cards right…”
She leaned back, enjoying the pull between them. “Maybe… if you keep making the right moves, Mr. Fantasy.”
The island lingered between them now...sun, hammock, fruit, and waves...but the elevator felt warmer, their professional masks slipping just enough to show something real.
The island had loosened them both like a secret they were not supposed to share. The image of sun on skin hung in the air between them and the elevator took on a new temperature; the emergency light turned ordinary metal into something honeyed. Ethan’s hand brushed the rail and then hesitated before finding the small of her back. The contact was casual at first, then steady, like a question he expected her to answer with more than a nod.
She did not step away. Instead she let the rail steady her and leaned back just enough so their bodies could measure one another without words. He lowered his voice until it was a rasp meant only for her. “Show me what you want,” he said, not demanding, more asking for permission to prove the island real.
Scarlet’s laugh was a wet sound, soft and dangerous. “Prove it,” she replied, the single word both a dare and a key. She reached up and threaded her fingers through the back of his hair, thumbs flat against his scalp, pulling him closer as if she meant to keep him from thinking twice.
Their mouths met slow and then harder, lips and teeth and breath in a rhythm that promised to get complicated. Ethan kissed like a man who had planned a hundred ways to be everywhere she wanted, and Scarlet answered like someone who had been waiting for the right kind of reckless. His hand cupped her jaw, moved to her neck, then slid along her collarbone; hers roamed the slope of his shoulder, then tangled in the back of his shirt.
When they finally broke, both of them were breathing too fast. Scarlet’s eyes were bright, half-closed, her cheeks flushed. “We shouldn’t,” she said, and it was true and not true at the same time. Her hands did not leave his hair. Her hips shifted forward in a motion that left nothing ambiguous.
Ethan looked down at her, that easy grin softened into something attentive. “I just want to show you how I would take care of you,” he said. “Say shore and I stop.”
She considered him, stripped of the armor he’d never seen before.
Her eyes burned into Ethan’s, her gaze a mix of challenge and raw desire as she slid down the elevator wall, her black panties barely clinging to her hips, the fabric stretched taut, revealing the glistening outline of her pussy. “Well,” she purred, voice low and dripping with intent, “let’s see if you can match up to your fantasy. You played your cards right, Ethan. Now show me the full hand.”
Ethan’s smile was all heat, his dark eyes glinting as he lowered himself between her parted legs, his hands pushing her skirt higher until it bunched at her waist. He hooked a finger under her panties, sliding them aside with a deliberate slowness that made her breath catch. His lips grazed her inner thigh, soft at first, then firmer, a teasing nip that sent a shiver through her. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, his voice a low growl that vibrated in the confined space.
He kissed closer, his tongue flicking out to trace her clit, a slow, deliberate twirl that made Scarlet’s hips jerk. “Ohhh,” she moaned, the first lick sending a jolt of pleasure through her, sharp and electric. It had been too long since anyone had touched her like this, and her body responded with a hunger she hadn’t expected. “Eat that pussy, Ethan. Hmmm, fuck, damn,” she gasped, her voice raw, urging him on.
Ethan groaned against her, the sound muffled as he licked up and down her folds, his tongue exploring every sensitive inch, teasing her clit before dipping lower to taste her fully. “Hmm, your pussy tastes so good,” he said, his voice thick with lust, his tongue swirling, teasing, making her slicker with every stroke. The wet sounds of his mouth against her filled the elevator, a soft, rhythmic slurp that echoed off the metal walls, mingling with her moans.
Scarlet’s head tilted back, her hands fumbling to unbutton her blouse, letting it fall open as she cupped her freed breasts, her nipples hard under her fingers. “Fuck, Ethan, that’s so good,” she cried out, her voice breaking. “Oh god, you’re gonna make this pussy flood. It gets really wet when I’m turned on, baby, you might drown.”
He chuckled against her, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through her core. “I’ll take that risk,” he said, plunging his tongue deeper, his fingers joining now, sliding inside her with slow, deliberate thrusts. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and hot, the rhythmic squelching growing louder as he worked her, both patient and relentless. Her thighs trembled, her breath coming in sharp gasps, the floor beneath her slick with arousal.
“Yes, Ethan!” she cried, her voice a mix of command and desperation. “Eat me, baby. Feel my cum on your tongue.” Her hips rocked against his mouth, chasing the edge, and he doubled down, flicking faster, curling his fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot. Her moans turned to cries, her body arching as orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. “Oh, I’m cumming!” she screamed, her pussy pulsing, flooding his mouth with her release.
Panting, she slumped back, eyes still alight, hunger far from sated. She reached for him, voice a sultry rasp. “I wanna taste that cock of yours now, Ethan. You’ve got me starving. You brought my wild side out.”
Ethan stood, grinning wickedly as he unbuckled his pants, letting them drop. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip glistening. Scarlet’s eyes widened, hungry, a smirk on her lips. “Fuck, I wanna taste that,” she said, crawling forward, blouse open, skirt still bunched at her waist. “Look at you, making me a freak.”
She knelt, one hand sliding between her legs to rub her still-throbbing clit, the other stroking him slowly. She kissed the head, lips soft and deliberate, then licked a slow path down his shaft, tongue flat and warm, before taking him deep. Ethan groaned, head tipping back, hands in her hair. “You’re such a good cock sucker, girl,” he growled, voice thick with pleasure.
Scarlet hummed around him, vibrations making his hips buck. She pulled back to lick his balls, teasing, before sliding up again, hand working her clit in time with her mouth. “Bet you didn’t know Scarlet Voss would do this,” she murmured, lips slick, eyes gleaming. The sounds of her mouth and her arousal filled the elevator, a filthy symphony that made Ethan’s knees weak.
"Damn, you're incredible," he groaned, hips twitching slightly. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth combined with the slick, rhythmic squelch of her fingers inside her pussy made it unmistakably clear how turned on she was. "Fuck, you're so wet," he said, voice raw, arousal spiking with every sound she made.
Scarlet pulled off him with a damp gasp, breath ragged, hand still stroking. “Yeah, I am,” she said, voice sultry. “I told you I run like a river. I’m gonna flood your cock.”
The speaker crackled. “Passengers in elevator six, maintenance here. Technician’s on site, found the issue. Sit tight, another hour.”
Scarlet’s eyes lit with mischief. “An hour, huh?” she said, stroking him faster, mouth hovering over him. “You’re gonna make me cum over and over before that, right?”
Ethan nodded, speechless, cock throbbing in her hand as she dove back in, working him with fierce intensity, spit dripping to the floor. Her head tilted side to side, relentless, driving him wild. “Fuck, that’s so good,” he groaned.
“Is it?” she teased, pulling back, eyes locked on his. “You like this, don’t you? Bet you didn’t expect the CEO to be such a slut for your cock.”
Before he could answer, she stood, kicking off her heels and shimmying out of her panties, letting them fall to the floor. One leg hooked on the handrail, bending forward, dripping pussy exposed, figure framed by golden light. “This is yours for an hour, Ethan,” she said, voice low and daring. “Do what you want.”
Ethan’s cock throbbed at the sight of her curves and flushed face, hard and twitching in anticipation. He slid behind her, hands gripping her hips, and pushed in slowly, savoring the tight, soaking heat enveloping him. Scarlet moaned, a raw, guttural sound that echoed in the metal box. “Oh, deep, baby… let it go deep,” she begged, hips pressing back, sliding over him like she couldn’t get enough.
He moved slow, letting her feel every inch, the slick squelches of her wet pussy mixing with each thrust. “So tight… so fucking wet,” he groaned, hands kneading her ass and waist. “Hear how desperate you are for me?”
“Yes! Yes, rail me!” she screamed, voice wild, dripping with need. Her pussy clenched around him, juices squelching, sliding down his cock. Every slap of skin against skin sounded obscene, echoing like a filthy drum. She shivered violently, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm ripped through her, slick gushing down her thighs and pooling beneath them.
“You’re such a hot fuck,” Ethan growled, thrusts deep and unrelenting, hips jerking to match her frantic rhythm. “Cum on my cock, Scarlet. Flood me.”
“Ride me,” he growled, voice thick with lust, cock throbbing in her wet grip.
He slid down and sat on the floor giving her access to him.
“Yes! Let me fuck you!” she cried, still dripping, straddling him in reverse cowgirl. Her pussy swallowed him greedily, bouncing hard, ass slapping against his thighs, hands braced on his knees. “Oh fuck… like this? You love it?”
“Damn… you'reso good at this,” he groaned, hands gripping her hips, guiding her. She flipped forward, cowgirl now, facing him, tits bouncing, wet sounds of cunt and pussy mixing with the messy slap of her ass, moans and gasps tangled in a filthy symphony.
She lifted herself just enough to free his cock from her pussy, her hands gripping him, guiding him to her mouth. She sank down eagerly, taking him deep, lips and tongue sliding along every inch, tasting herself still glistening there. "Mmm... taste so good... can't get enough..." she murmured, swirling her tongue along the shaft, drawing a low groan from him.
“I want missionary now… fuck me deep,” she breathed, chest heaving.
Ethan pressed her back against him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, sliding in hard and deep. Her pussy sucked him greedily, gushing with every thrust. “Fuck me like the slut I’m being,” she gasped, nails raking his shoulders, moans loud, raw, unrestrained.
“Doggy,” he commanded next, and she spun, bracing against the wall, ass high, pussy dripping, body shivering in anticipation. He slammed in fast and hard, wet smacks echoing, her juices flooding the floor with every punishing thrust.
“Rail me! Make me cum all over your cock!” she cried, moans breaking into ragged, dripping gasps, pussy clenching and spasming around him again and again.
“Cum for me… cum on me!” he growled, slapping her ass, driving her to the edge, both of them coated in sweat, slick, slippery, reeking of sex.
Ethan’s hands gripped her hips like iron, pounding into her hard, each thrust driving deep and fast. Scarlet’s back arched, ass slapping against him, pussy clenching and gushing around him with every brutal stroke. “Oh fuck, Ethan… harder… don’t stop!” she screamed, voice raw, feral, echoing in the elevator.
“Damn, you’re mine, Scarlet,” he growled, eyes dark, teeth clenched, hips snapping with feral rhythm. “You feel this? Fucking drenched for me… take it all!”
She back it up on him harder, moaning, teasing him, words dripping with lust. “Yes… fuck me, beast… rail this pussy… fill me up!”
Ethan lost himself, thrusts slamming into her mercilessly, the elevator echoing with their wet, messy sounds. She screamed, cried, laughed, each orgasm building on the last, her body trembling, juices flooding down his shaft.
He was about to lose it, cock pulsing, veins hard. Scarlet's eyes gleamed with mischief. As he pounded her from behind, the first rope spurted deep into her pussy, her body trembling under the force. She then lifted off just in time, pulling back to guide his cock to her mouth. Letting it slide down her throat, she swallowed him eagerly, lips slick, tongue swirling, eyes locked on his. "Mmm, taste so good, my reward," she murmured, drawing a guttural groan from him as he spilled into her mouth.
She kept sucking, savoring every pulse, her tongue tracing the sensitive tip as she drew out his release. Her lips tightened around him, drinking him in with slow, deliberate strokes, relishing the warmth that filled her mouth. A soft hum escaped her, a sound of pure satisfaction, as she held him there, unwilling to let the moment fade.
Caught in the afterglow, they stumbled to the elevator, hands still roaming, until their legs gave out.
Breathless, trembling, they collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat and sex, elevator reeking of lust. Scarlet pressed against him, giggling, hair plastered to her flushed face. "We're unstoppable," she whispered, chest heaving.
Ethan ran a hand along her slick back, still trembling, chest heaving. “You’re fucking insane… wild as fuck,” he muttered, voice rough.
After a moment, Scarlet pushed him gently, smirking. “We should… clean up,” she said, dragging tissues from her bag and grabbing his wrist to wipe away the evidence. They smeared themselves back into a semblance of normalcy, adjusting clothes, hair messy but contained, making it look like they were just waiting.
Ten minutes later, the speaker crackled. “Elevator six, maintenance here. All set, doors opening now.”
The lights snapped on, revealing their tousled but composed selves. Scarlet pressed the floor button for her office, leaning close to Ethan. “Stop by my office first… clean yourself up properly before heading to your floor,” she purred, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ethan smirked, heat still radiating between them. “Round two?” he teased, voice low, a grin tugging at his lips.
Scarlet laughed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Only an hour, and you did… well,” she said, eyes glinting, voice playful yet sultry. “But who knows… maybe next time we’re stuck together, we’ll see what happens.”
He chuckled, chest still heaving, catching his breath. “Noted… I’ll be ready.”
She gave him a final wink as the elevator doors slid open, the normal world waiting...but both of them still charged, wild, and breathless, the memory of what just happened lingering between them like a spark ready to ignite again.