Lila bites her lip. Heat sears down my spine. She has no idea what she does to me with just the slightest gestures.
"Do you think they'd mind?"
"Would you like to invite them in here so they can supervise?"
Her eyes grow wide. "What?"
"I'm joking. Unless you're into that. I could probably be into it, too."
Lila observes me for a moment, rosy-cheeked and a little breathless. I gaze up at her, trying to embody patience incarnate even as my dick twitches underneath her.
"I want you to fuck me," she announces at last. I sit up halfway, instantly ready to flip her onto her back beneath me, but she presses down on my shoulders again. "No, not like that. You just saved lives, for fuck's sake. You should rest. I want to be on top."
"Totally," I breathe.
She smiles and reaches for the hem of her sweater. It comes off in one big swoop of fabric, revealing Lila's smooth stomach and perfect tits. Her bra is a sheer, lacy piece of fabric, the same color pink as her pouty lips. I wriggle underneath her, tugging off my T-shirt.
When Lila blatantly ogles me, I smirk.
"Like what you see, Blondie?"
She vaguely wipes at the side of her mouth. "Am I drooling?"
I laugh loudly. "Drool all you want. I don't judge."
Lila shakes her head, then reaches behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. "I have an IUD, and I got tested last month—clean. You?"
"Clean," I manage, my voice rough as her bra falls away, revealing those perfect, freckled breasts—nipples already hard and begging for my mouth. But she's in charge, so I grip the sheets to keep from reaching up.
She leans forward, unintentionally pressing her tits together. I'm pretty sure my brain has evaporated into mist at this point.
“I should probably warn you. I’m pretty big.”
She gives me a deadpan look. “And humble, too.”
Lila laughs and then starts wiggling strangely. It takes me a minute to realize she's trying to get her skirt off. The elastic waistband is stretchy enough that she can pull it up over her head, but there's so much fabric that she's temporarily concealed in a tent-like cocoon before, at last, she's naked.
Mostly naked, at least. There's a ridiculously flimsy bit of lace serving as her underwear, but I'm content to just pull it out of the way if that will speed up the process.
She lifts herself up onto her knees, tugging at my waistband. I help her, yanking it down to mid-thigh before I'm pulling her back down to my lap. Lila looks down, staring at my length now sprung free from its prison—thick, veined, already leaking at the tip.
"Oh," she murmurs.
"I tried to tell you."
"Hm." Lila pauses, appears to come to a decision, and shrugs. "I'll figure it out."
"That's the spirit."
She wraps a hand around the base—her fingers barely meeting—and positions my tip at her entrance. No kissing, no foreplay, no wasted time. If I wasn't so hellbent on letting her do things her way right now, I'd insist on taking my time with her—teasing her clit with my tongue until she begged, stretching her with my fingers until she was dripping.
But I can do that another time. Right now, the urgency is electric—the fire's adrenaline still buzzing in my veins, the forbidden thrill of fucking in the station where we could get caught any second, the way her green eyes lock on mine like she's daring me to hold back.
I hold her hips steady as she lowers herself onto me. The first inch is so tight that I almost pull her right back off and insist on at least using my fingers first. Heat envelops me, slick and vise-like, and I groan low, my abs clenching.
"Fuck, Lila—you're so tight."
Lila is determined, though. I help her as best I can, shifting one of my hands so that I can stimulate her clit with the pad of my thumb—circling it firmly, feeling it swell under my touch. She sinks lower, her mouth dropping open in a silent gasp, freckled chest heaving. In contrast, I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control and ruining everything, my cock throbbing inside her as she takes more.
