One hand covering my mouth, she releases my cock with the other, and now a renewed flood of intense orgasm crashes through me, and I go haywire, jerking helplessly, thrusting, shoving her head down. She moans as if enjoying every second of this, and her palm cradles my balls, caressing and cupping as she continues to work my cock with her throat, her lips tight around my root. She bobs on me, swallowing and gulping and humming her encouragement.
Just when I think my orgasm is subsiding, she backs her mouth up around my head, now taking my length in one hand and pressing the middle finger of the other along my taint. She works my cock-head with quick short bobs of her lips, pumping my shaft to milk every drop of out of me, massaging my balls and pressing a finger to my taint, and a fresh wave of release smashes through me.
Even when I can come no more, she sucks around my tip and caresses my softening length, until finally she lets me go with a soft plop as I smack against my belly.
She tosses her jacket over us and snuggles her cheek on my chest and pretends to sleep just as the conductor waltzes past us. I watch through slitted eyes as he pauses, suspicious, before continuing on.
When he's gone, Bryn lifts her head from my chest with a quiet giggle. "Almost got caught."
I'm still more than half-delirious, and all I can do is stare at her, shaken to the core by what just happened.
A blow job, yes.
But it was more than that.
To me, at least.
It was the start of a very, very major problem.
"You ought not to have done that, Gorgeous," I murmur when I can summon language once more.
She frowns. "What? Why not?"
"Because now I need to fuck you." I swipe my thumb over the corner of her mouth, catching a stray bead of my cum; she opens her mouth for me and I fit my thumb into her mouth. "Good girl."
Her eyes flare, aroused at my words. "You gonna prove it, right here?"
"No, I'm not." I pull up and fasten my trousers. "I'm going to wait until we're alone, and I’m going to press your perfect, naked body against the hotel window for the whole city to see, and I'm going to fuck you until you don't know your own name."
The grin that spreads over her face is predatory. "You'd better be a man who keeps his promises, Rush."
"You'll find out soon, won't you?"
A few minutes later, the train pulls into the station in Lyon. As we make our way forward past compartment after compartment, we pass one that's still closed. In it, a familiar-looking couple is still seated. The man's head is thrown back, his eyes closed, mouth open. A blanket covers his lap…and that blanket is moving up and down, a woman's lower half bent over him.
Bryn stifles a giggle, watching as the man arches, crying out loud enough to be heard through the closed door. A moment later, the woman sits up, hair all askew, lipstick smeared, looking dazed. The four of us trade looks, and then the crowd behind us pushes us onward.
"Looks like we inspired them, ey?” I say.
"Looks like it," Bryn agrees.
I'm playing casual, but inside…I’m shaken.
It's not the blowjob. It's not the public setting. It's just…her. The way she looks at me, the way she gives back every shred of my own attitude. The way she sounded when she came. The hum of eager enjoyment as she went down on me.
Everything about her is unlike anyone I've ever met.
I need more.
I need all of her.
And fuck me, but I’m not sure I'll be able to give her up. Not to him. Not to anyone.
Not ever.
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