Chapter 505: Chapter 505

Just as I was about to walk back inside, Eleanor suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her with a strength that caught me off guard. The momentum threw me off, and the door clicked shut behind us, leaving us alone in the quiet corridor. Surprised, I turned toward her, but she was already sinking to her knees, her hands sliding up my thighs to grip my legs.

This was hot, undeniably so. But a small part of me wondered if this was just her way of paying me back for the money I’d given her. If that was the case, I didn’t want it; I wasn’t desperate enough to trade cash for a favor, even if the offer was coming from someone as stunning as Eleanor.

"Wait," I said, though my voice lacked conviction. "You don’t have to do this, Eleanor."

She chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated against my skin. Her hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. "I could hear you the other day... all night, Evan. You have no idea what that does to a woman, hearing that through the walls, do you?"

"Oh... well, sorry about the noise," I muttered, my pulse starting to hammer.

"Don’t apologize. Just let me get this off."

She made quick work of my pants and boxers, and my cock sprang free into the cool air of the hallway. It was half-hard already, but it thickened and lengthened by the second as her warm fingers wrapped around the base. She leaned in, her tongue swirling around the head before she took me deep into her mouth. I let out a ragged moan, leaning back against the wall as I rested a hand on her head, watching her bob her head with a relentless, hungry focus.

She took me all the way in, holding the deepthroat until she gagged, her eyes watering as she finally let go. I was fully hard now, throbbing and glistening in the morning light filtering through the hallway windows. It looked like I was getting my morning fix after all.

"Bend over that window," I muttered, my voice dropping an octave. "I’m gonna fuck you right there."

"Ooh. So manly," she teased, a wicked spark in her eyes.

She stood up, and I delivered a sharp, stinging spank to her ass that echoed off the hallway walls. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor, leaning forward until her palms left fogged-up prints on the pane. I knelt behind her and slid her loose pants down to her ankles. Just as I thought—no panties. She was already slick, her folds glistening with a heavy, wet invitation.

She pulled her t-shirt over her head, discarding it on the carpet. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts hanging heavy as she arched her back for me. Even though we were technically in a hallway area where anyone could walk by, the fact that this entire floor belonged to us made the risk feel like an added aphrodisiac.

"So wet already," I muttered, my fingers brushing against her heat.

"Only for you..." she whispered.

I leaned in, my tongue lashing out to taste her. I started with broad, wet laps, listening to her moans bounce off the glass. I didn’t hold back, burying my face between her thighs and driving my tongue deep inside her. Every time I flicked against her clit, she bucked against my mouth, her fingers clawing at the window frame as she struggled to keep her balance. The sound of her pleasure was raw and uninhibited, filling the narrow space.

After a few minutes of relentless licking, I pulled back, the cool air hitting my damp face. Eleanor glanced back at me over her shoulder, her face flushed and her eyes dark with a specific kind of intent. She reached back, using her index and middle fingers to slowly spread her asshole wide, presenting the tight, puckered entrance to me.

"You can fuck me in the ass, handsome," she whispered, her voice a sultry dare.

I smirked, my hand wrapping around my cock to steady it. "Oh, you knew something like this would happen, didn’t you?"

"That’s me for you," she replied with a wink.

"Fuck, you’re so hot."

I stood up, my pulse thrumming in my ears like a heavy bassline. The hallway was quiet, the only sound being our jagged breathing and the distant, muffled hum of the building’s ventilation. Eleanor remained braced against the window, her pale skin contrasting sharply with the dark, sleek frame of the glass. Her fingers were still spreading herself open, presenting that tight, puckered heat in a way that made my vision swim.

"You’re sure about this, Eleanor?" I said, my voice sounding like gravel. "Once I’m in, I’m not stopping."

"Don’t talk, Evan," she hissed, her head falling forward until her forehead pressed against the cool glass. "Just... give it to me. I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday."

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I wrapped my hand around my cock, which was throbbing with a life of its own, and guided the head toward her. I didn’t just shove my way in; I circled the entrance first, teasing the sensitive, rose-colored skin. Eleanor let out a long, shaky exhale, her hips twitching in anticipation. I could see the goosebumps blooming along her thighs as the cool hallway air hit her damp skin.

I leaned in, pressing my chest against her bare back, my hands sliding up to grip her waist. I used my thumbs to spread her cheeks even wider, and then I pushed.

The resistance was immediate and intense. Eleanor let out a sharp, jagged gasp, her fingers clawing at the window frame as she adjusted to the stretch. I stayed still for a beat, letting her get used to the intrusion, my breath hot against the back of her neck.

"God, you’re so tight," I whispered, my teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "It’s like you’ve never even been touched here."

"Just... keep going," she whimpered, her voice breaking.