Stories From The 6 Train 1(22)

21





Cydney





Finally. The tension building between us has been making me crazy. The whole time I was on that bull, my eyes were on him, imagining he was the one giving me the ride of my life.

All that tension explodes in a clash of teeth and tongues as we kiss, his tongue spearing my mouth in a frenzy as he holds me captive against the wall. I moan against the assault, loving every second of it.

“So fucking sexy,” he growls in my ear as he rains hot, wet kisses down my neck.

My hips arch toward him, needing to feel him against me, needing something to relieve the pressure that’s driving me mad. My clit throbs, my pussy pulsing when he gives me what I crave, rubbing his hard length against me. I can’t remember the last time I was this desperate with a man.

I could let him take me right here in the hall, that’s how needy I feel.

“Want to fuck your mouth,” he bites out. I gasp a sharp breath, his words turning me up even higher, igniting the simmer in my veins to an outright inferno.

“Here?” I say on a moan.

“Right now.” He pulls me further into the hallway, into the shadows around another corner, pulling his cock from his jeans as I drop to my knees.

I was right when I thought he was up for some fun, when I recognized the danger in his eyes. He’s already pushing me past sane thought, making me want to suck him off in this hallway, the risk of being caught making it even more thrilling.

I open my mouth and lick his thick length, eyes going wide when I see how big he is. My pussy tightens, thrumming pulses shooting through my core as I flatten my tongue and wrap my lips around him. I hollow out my cheeks and relax my throat, knowing this man won’t be gentle.

And I’m right. He drives his hands into my hair at the same time he drives his cock into my mouth, hard and rough and deep. And I moan at the sensation, loving how he’s taking what he wants, getting wetter at the sound of the groan ripping from his own throat.

I look up at him, letting him fuck my face, all the while so, so needy and desperate for my own release. I push my hand down inside my jeans, my slit soaked and open, begging to be filled. Sliding my fingers inside, I bring myself to my own climax as I keep my eyes locked on his, watching his face as the waves of pleasure build and build for both of us.

I shudder as I cum, and that sets him off. His whole body jerks as he cums too, hot spurting jets shooting down my throat. I moan and swallow it all down, licking him clean when he finally pulls back, my mouth making a little pop as the head of his dick bounces free.

Then he hauls me up, his fingers digging into my hips, my sides, my tits as if he can’t get enough of me. “Let’s go. Now.”

Next thing I know, we’re headed down the street. My heart pounds in my chest, anticipation making me aware only of the man next to me. The man who has my body feeling out of control.

We make it onto the 6 Train, and he pulls me all the way to the end of the car and onto his lap. I squirm against his hard cock digging into me, my breath coming quicker. I need him closer. Touching me.

Colt pushes my hair to the side and sucks on my neck, his tongue sparking my body into a frenzy all over again. “Can’t wait to get you in my room. Show you just what I can do with a rope.”

My eyes widen, and I turn to face him. He was serious about that?

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? The way you rode that bull? I know you’re up for it.”

I swallow hard. I really think I would.

My entire body shivers as I imagine what he could do to me while I’m bound, splayed before him, powerless to anything but pleasure.

I nod, and one word is all he needs to hear. “Yes.”





22





Colt





I can’t get her into my hotel suite fast enough. This firecracker is making me crazy. I already came down her throat once tonight. It wasn’t enough.

I need to be inside her. I need her spread before me. Bound. Submitting to me. Offering it all up for me to devour and ravage and take.

Cydney turns to me when we enter my room, her eyes curious. Wondering what I’m going to do. I hinted at it earlier.

“Lasso?” she says, a tease in her voice.

I shake my head and chuckle. She’s a wild one. No inhibitions at all.

I stalk slowly toward her as if she’s my prey, my eyes narrowing on her as I circle behind her, running my hand down her shoulder to her chest, lightly running over her tits and coming to rest with fingers splayed on her stomach.

Yanking her back against me, pushing her into my hard cock, I whisper against the skin of her neck while I hold her close. “Have you ever been tied up before? Helpless? On display for a man to look and tease and touch and fuck?”