“Yeah, but I’m a fun asshole, and you love me,” I hum as I tilt her head toward me and press my mouth hard to hers. She tastes like toothpaste and coffee with a hint of whiskey and, as I’m about to pull away, her hand glides up my leg, pressing against my cock. I gasp when it catches me off guard.
“That’s for being an asshole. Actually, it’s because I wish this thing had a privacy car so I could suck your cock.”
“Listen to that perfectly dirty mouth on my girl.”
“You like my dirty mouth. In fact, I bet you want that dirty mouth all over you, don’t you?” She leans over and whispers in my ear as she squeezes again, “Tonight, I want you to spank me and call me your dirty slut.”
“What did you drink last night? What happened to that sweet, innocent girl I was dating?”
She winks at me. “You must have confused me with someone else. I’m the girl who dragged you into a bathroom stall the first night because I wanted your cock.”
“If you don’t let go of my cock, I’m going to make a mess. Are you going to explain why you’re kneeling under the table with your head in my lap cleaning up that mess when they ask?”
“Wow, Mr. Kinky is on it today, isn’t he? I like it.”
“Alright,” I say as she slides her hand away and I pack up the computer. “Switch places with me so I can put this away. Then we’ll have some fun if that’s what you want.”
“It’s about time you figure out you’re dating a wild woman who’s begging for a good time.” We swap seats so she’s not totally exposed, and immediately she moves down, putting her ass on the edge of the seat. I slide my hand up her leg and into her shorts. She’s not wearing panties, she rarely does anymore.
“Oh, you came prepared to be a brat, did you?” She bites her lip and nods. I nibble her earlobe as the tip of my finger flicks her clit. If she wants to play dirty, I can surely give it my best.
“I love you, Alexis.”
“I love you too, James.” She gasps softly, gripping my thigh and digging her nails into me. “Fuck, we should have had sex before we left the house.”
“You have to be quiet for me, baby. Can you do that? You didn’t wear any panties, so I can’t shove them in your mouth, and if any of these people hear you, they’re going to want a taste of this sweet little pussy.”
“I’ll be good, sir.”
“Mm, I think I like that.”
Two fingers slip into her as I bite down on her earlobe. She arches her back, but stays silent. I take a quick glance around. No one has an eyeline of us and the closest person is ten rows up. Pretty sure he’s wearing headphones, too. If they don’t look too hard, we’re nothing more than a couple huddled together and making out. I love California.
“Good girl. How bad do you want to come for me, pretty girl?” Since she’s been staying with me, she’s embraced some of her kinks. One of them is public places, and the train is a perfect place to play a little.
“I want you to make me soak this fucking seat, sir.” She bats her eyes at me, and I move to kiss her and stop, letting my lips ghost hers as soft moans spill from her lips.
“You keep being a brat and I’m going to edge you the whole way there,” I whisper, curling my fingers so they’re hitting her G-spot. That’s when she lets out the cutest little squeak I’ve ever heard, but cuts it off by slapping her hand over her mouth.
The rhythm of the train and the thrust of my fingers have her biting back screams. The faces she’s making are beautiful—works of art that I want to paint and hang all over my house so I can remember every one of them. The train slows for its next stop, and I match pace with it, bringing her down before she’s finished.
“Don’t stop, I was so close.”
“Gotta stop, Cherry Blossom. People are going to be passing through. Besides, the more the train and I edge you, the harder you’re going to come for me.” I lick my fingers and she slumps in her seat with a whimper.
She watches the passengers milling about, wishing they’d hurry. Someone tries to take the table across from us before they realize it’s broken and I laugh at the luck. It’s not long before we’re rolling again and I take another quick glance around. Just as I start sucking on her neck again, her phone rings. I see the screen and groan loudly. It’s not surprising that they broke her down and she’s once again answer these calls.
“Answer it, Angel. Let me play with your perfect little cunt while you talk to her.”
“Seriously?”
“Fuck yeah, Angel.”
“Hello, Mother,” she answers, her hand guiding mine between her thighs. She moves the phone away from her mouth and whispers, “Now you have to be quiet, too.”
“I bet she’d like it. Hearing you come apart for the devil. Maybe just moan my name once, huh?”
“Eww,” she giggles before kissing me quickly.
