She strokes me slowly, watching her hand slide down my length. I groan raggedly, clenching my muscles to keep from blowing already like a randy boy getting his first handy. She doesn't miss that, either.
"Holding back already, Rush? I thought you could fuck for ages?"
"Fuckin' witchcraft, I tell you," I mutter. “You've done something to me."
"Classic," she says, laughing, “blame it on the woman."
"Maybe there's just something about you,” I say.
She twists her hand around the head of my cock, then plunges her touch down to my root, pulses there a few times, and then strokes my length again. "You do have beautiful cock, though," she says.
"It'd look even better in your mouth," I say, brushing my thumb over her lips.
"Would it, you think?"
"Only one way to find out."
She lowers her face to my thigh, resting her cheek on my quad while pumping my length. "Ask me very nicely, Rush."
"Suck my cock, Bryn.” My voice is raw and ragged with need. “Please.”
She grins up at me, caressing my cock faster, now. My hips move on their own, my ass flexing as my cock pulses. I ache, I throb, I—fuck, I'm nearly there.
"Fuck, woman. I said, please. What more d'you want from me?" I growl. "I'm not gonna come on my belly like a fourteen-year-old who's just had his first wank.”
"Maybe I want that," she murmurs, jacking my length from tip to base—I can't help thrusting, now, and she settles into a rhythm, plunging her hand down as I thrust up. "Maybe I want to watch you come all over yourself, right here in this open compartment for anyone to see."
"Bryn," I growl, back teeth gritted as I fight for my fucking life, trying like hell to hold back when my orgasm is an imminent detonation throbbing in my balls and pulsing throughout the length of my cock. "Fucking please, sweetheart. I need that pretty mouth on my cock. You want to watch me come? I’ll get us a room as soon's we get there and you can make me blow anywhere you want it to go. On my belly, on the bed, on the sink…on your face, all over those perfect tits of yours."
"You want to come on my tits?"
"No," I snap. I wrap my hand around her throat, holding without applying pressure. "Right now, I don't want anything. Right now, I need to come down this lovely throat of yours."
Her gaze softens at my touch, a hot grin curving her mouth at my words. "Show me how you want it, then, Rush."
"Say my name again, Gorgeous."
"Rush." It's a whisper.
"Once more," I breathe. "I like how you say my name. I like knowing my name is the last thing on your lips before they wrap around my cock."
"Oh fuck, you say such filthy things…Rush.”
And then her mouth is opening and her tongue flits against my tip, tickling my opening as she licks away the bead of precum, humming her approval at the taste of me. She strokes my shaft, and another bead drips out of me, and she licks that one away too.
God, I can't last much longer.
"Fuck, woman. I'm gonna come in a second. I've begged you every way I know how."
"Rush," she whispers, lips moving, brushing against my sensitive tip.
And then I'm sliding into her mouth, and I swear on everything holy, nothing has ever felt so good as that moment when I fill her mouth, when her lips wrap around me, and her wet, hot, tight mouth takes over.
"Fuck," I snarl, the word barely a breath. "Bryn. Jesus."
She lifts her eyes to mine, a smirk on her lips. God, that's so fucking sexy it hurts—that smile of hers, bright and bold and beautiful. She smiles as she takes me in her mouth. Eager. Hungry. Wild.
Her eyes flick to the window—a middle-aged couple passes our compartment just then, and they see us. The woman’s eyes go wide as saucers, and she pushes her husband onward. He resists, and she snaps something in German that I don't hear through the glass—and the roaring thunder of my runaway-train pulse. Bryn grins, looking right at them as she slathers her suctioning lips down my shaft.
