“Hi,” I say in a low, sultry whisper.
“Hi,” she whispers back.
My left hand rests on her thigh for a moment as I nuzzle my face in the crook where her neck meets her shoulder. Breathing in her scent, I drag my hand up slowly. Slipping under her dress, I bury my fingers between her legs and softly pet her moist cunt. She flinches with a muffled whimper that has my cock thickening in my pants.
“You like the idea of me touching your pretty pussy on this train?” I murmur into her ear.
She nods her head.
“I can tell you do,” I reply as I continue playing with the lips and clit between her legs. “You’re soaked, baby.”
Her hips are canting back and forth as I toy with her. Julian licks his lips as he watches, and I can’t get over how perfect we are together. How each of us complements the others, never shaming each other or shying away from what we enjoy.
The Métro comes to a stop, and the guys get off. I freeze with my hand hidden under Freya’s skirt. When the train starts moving again, we’re the only ones in the compartment.
It gives me the courage I need.
“Get up,” I say in a quick command.
Glancing behind me cautiously, I quickly unzip my pants and pull out my cock, barely hidden by Freya’s body. As I pull her back onto my lap, she lets out a high-pitched gasp, her wet heat swallowing my cock as she lowers.
“Fuck yes,” Julian mutters before clenching his teeth.
Freya moans but holds still. For all we know, there are cameras in these train cars that are watching us right now. It might be private-ish, but not private enough for her to bounce up and down on my cock the way she wants to.
She must love this, though, because her pussy is soaking my dick. Leaning back against my chest, she keeps up the subtle tilting and grinding of her hips. I grip her thighs in my hands as the Métro moves, turning and slowing toward another stop.
“You two are so fucking hot right now,” Julian says as he watches us. “How does she feel, Arch?”
My lips drag along the side of Freya’s face, kissing her soft skin. “She feels amazing. It’s taking everything in me not to bend her over this seat and fuck her hard.”
“God, I’d love to watch that,” Julian replies. “Baby, lift your dress a little and let me see.”
Freya pulls up the front of her dress just enough for him to see where I’m stuffed inside her.
He lets out a moaning sound as he bites his knuckles. “Fuck me, that’s hot.”
She keeps up her delicate movements just as the train starts to slow again. I glance up at the map to see we’re approaching the center of the city, which means more riders will likely be getting on.
As the doors open, I sit up a little straighter, keeping Freya still on my dick as passengers fill the aisles. It’s not completely full, but it’s packed enough for people to watch us if I was to start bouncing Freya on my lap.
She tenses, suddenly uncomfortable thanks to the rowdy group of men who’ve inhabited the seats on the other side of the aisle. To my surprise, she doesn’t pull away from me. She stays, but having to be completely still when all I want to do is fuck her is torture.
As the train starts to move, the momentum causes her to grind on my lap, and I have to hide my face in her hair. I bite back my groans and sounds, as does she. The rocking motion is the only friction we get, and it’s brutal.
When I wrap an arm around her waist, she holds my hand, bringing herself closer to me. Then we move with slight shifts, nearly unnoticeable micro thrusts that no one would see but only we can feel.
I hear her delicate breathing as I move inside her. When I lose control and thrust upward a little too hard, she whimpers, and Julian starts coughing to hide it. But now that I’ve started, I can’tstop. I hold her hips tight in my hands and jerk my hips upward. Her cunt squeezes around my dick, and I slip, feeling the orgasm building at the base of my spine.
“I’m coming,” I growl in her ear.
“I feel it,” she replies.
Trying to stay as neutral as possible, I hide my face from the rest of the passengers as I come, my cock jerking and unloading inside her. When the orgasm fades, I relax against the seat and make eye contact with Julian.
He’s laughing to himself, holding his fingers over his lips to hide his expression. Then Freya gets a case of the giggles, and I’m still in some postsex high so I feel like I’m walking on clouds.
She stays on my cock for the rest of our ride, which is only two more stops. As we reach our station, Freya mutters, “Ready?”
