Page 10 of Double Shot
“Did you know this train has a dining car and a smoking car?” I asked my beauty.
“If the car is smoking, they should probably take it to the train shop,” she said.
“It’s a car with a bar and allows smoking,” I said. “I don’t smoke, but maybe a few drinks? Neither one of us has to drive, and there might be other passengers, or maybe none. Who knows, it’s a train.”
“Hello, 1850 called and they want their transportation back.” She laughed and gave a stretch in my lap.
“I know planes are faster, and more convenient, but look at how much room we have in here, and privacy.” I gestured to the door to our cabin. “It’s no mile-high club or anything.”
“Maybe there is a mile-long club?” She tapped the end of my nose.
“There will be if we make one.” I gave her a kiss as she sat up. Keep it light, keep it funny, and don’t be intense.That’s what Roan would do, so that’s what I was going to do. “Come on, let's put on the best clothes we’ve been wearing the last six months, and go find out what they pretend food is on a train; maybe have some cocktails.”
“You know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t ‘cha Kyle?” She smiled.
Half an hour later, we were seated in the dining car, watching the nighttime scenery of the Great Plains roll by. She looked radiant in a tee shirt and jeans, and I wasn’t half bad myself in my own ensemble of a button-up shirt and khakis. We were models for discount outlet shopping.
We had dinners that were on par with franchise microwave hot plate and cold beer dives.The drinks were slightly better, but only with an almost insulting upcharge. It wasn’t that we couldn’t afford it, but places were not far from charging extra to use a clean glass, or not spitting in the muddle. It was insulting.
I escorted my chardonnay-and-cheesecake-sated darling back to our cabin, and as soon as I closed the door, I pushed her against it, my lips on hers. I felt like I was pulling back on my own reins, not going too fast, too hard. I had to restrain myself.
“No, no,” Sadie whispered. “Don’t start pulling your punches, now.”
“I don’t want to force this,” I said.
“I want you to,” she breathed, twisting her hands into fists, clenching the front of my shirt. One of the buttons popped off; I heard it bounce off the floor and roll away.
“I want you,” she said more urgently and pulled hard, popping more of the buttons off. She had a moment of hesitation, surprised by her own actions. She looked up at me, gauging my reaction, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. I smiled, and that was all she needed. She pulled one last time and the last buttons gave up. I could feel her breath against my skin as she pressed her face to my chest, raking her nails down my sides.
“You doing okay there?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she said, and started undoing my pants. My cock was out of my pants and in her mouth before I was completely hard. I groaned. She was meeting me the way I had liked my escorts, already primed, champing at the bit. It didn’t take long before I was fully erect, and she was doing things with her hands and mouth that I didn’t think she knew about.
“That’s a new trick, I like it,” I said, my fingers in her hair. She went all the way down on me, and I forgot how to breathe. “And that trick too.Oh my God.”
“You like that?” she asked, gasping a bit.
“Where in the fuck did you learn that?” I asked.
“I’ve been bored and horny for the last six months; I’ve had time to think about it,” she said, and went back to giving me the sort of head that I used to pay top dollar for. I closed my eyes and started moving my hips with her. The trick was to start slow, and gradually go faster, and deeper. With any other woman, I would have ended up with her head buried in my crotch, fucking her face, while she made the sloppy wet choking sounds that really got me going.
If this had been an escort, I would grab her hair and hold her down on my cock as I came, forcing her to swallow it. Some charged for that, some preferred that to the mess. Other times, I would release the escort and then just paint her face with my jizz, like an Andy Warhol painting. There was also just splitting the difference, the first shot or two in the mouth and then pulling out, the rest right in the middle of their expensive makeup. I could feel my balls getting tight, and it didn’t help that part of that was her pulling on them, squeezing them.
I stepped back, and she followed as far as she could before I managed to escape her delightful mouth. “Easy, easy,” I said, and pulled her back up to her feet. Then I had her tossed back on the cabin’s bed. I had her jeans halfway off before she had a chance to unbutton them, and she was still trying to get them off of her foot when I spread her legs and went down on her.
This iscertainlywhat Roan would have done, and it was a good way to let my balls loosen up. One day, I was going to have to let her suck me off completely, start to finish, but not tonight, not now. I parted her pussy’s lips with my tongue and teased her clit until she was moaning with pleasure. She was wet before I went down on her, but by the time I came up from between her legs, she was a lake of desire.
It was probably the messiest kiss I had ever given, but it didn’t matter. Her kiss was mingled with the taste of her pussy as I buried my cock in her. There was no going slow, I needed her too badly, and she wanted me, maybe even more than I wanted her.
“Fuck me, hard and harder,” she whispered in my ear. “Make me scream.”
If there was one thing that Roan wouldn’t do, it was tell Sadie no. And I certainly wasn’t in the habit of denying beautiful naked women the things they asked for. I held her by the ankles and fucked her like she owed me money.
She was on her knees on the bed, my hands holding her hips, hammering that pussy like I was mad at it, and then there was someone beating on the cabin door. I opened the door a crack. “Everything okay?” I asked.
“There have been some complaints,” a woman in a smart uniform said. She tried to look into the room, over or under my shoulder and called out to Sadie, “Ma’am, are you okay?”
“Fuck off my honeymoon!” Sadie gave a terse shout, but at me she was grinning with a wink. The woman in uniform looked back to me and finally noticed that I was half concealed behind the door, and wasn’t wearing any clothes. There was a flush of color in her cheeks and I gave her one of my tactical smiles, turned up to a high level. She took a step back and stammered an apology. I nodded politely and shut the door.
