Stories From The 6 Train 1(47)

Avery gives me a smile that’s full of intention and lust, and my cock hardens instantly.

“So, what’ll it be?” I murmur. “Your place or mine?”

“Considering we’re just around the corner, mine.”

Fuck yeah.

I pull her to me, right there in the middle of the restaurant, and frame her face with my hands. Then I kiss her senseless.

Her hands roam up my chest, fisting in my shirt like they did this morning, and she kisses me back, everything I suspected about this woman spot on.

All that wild, fiery passion comes out, unleashed in a single kiss that singes me from head to toe.

Holy hell. How can a single kiss make me feel like everything I’ve ever been missing but didn’t know I was missing is now standing right here in front of me?

She must feel it too because when she pulls away, she’s unsteady, clinging to me, unsteady as she stares into my eyes like she’s seeing me for the first time.

“Let’s go,” she says. “Now.”

I smile and wind my fingers through hers as I steer her out of the restaurant. It looks like I may have met my match.





44





Avery





If I’d been asked last week what I thought of Finn Turner, it would have been a one-hundred-eighty-degree difference from what I think now.

As we make our way into my apartment in a bit of a frenzy, our hands everywhere at once, roaming and clutching at each other in an effort to get our clothes off, I can’t help but wonder if it was fate that brought us together on the 6 Train the other morning. Maybe I’m a bit of a hippie, but that kind of thing totally jives with me.

It’s like we were meant to clash over this just so we could cum together. I see a lot of myself in him, that same intense passion, and I want more.

A lot more. Right now.

I just know that it’s going to be explosive.

Finn kicks the door shut, then pushes me back against it, his mouth taking mine like he’s possessed. His tongue plunges in, twining with mine in hot, needy strokes that drive me wild.

I fist my hands in his hair as he leaves a hot path of kisses down my neck. I kick my shoes off, moaning as his lips latch over my breast through the fabric of my dress. My hands shove his open shirt off his wide shoulders and down to the floor. I already took care of the buttons on the elevator up. I scratch my fingers across his back as he winds his hands around to my back and unzips my dress, shoving it down to the floor too. I step out and kick it away, standing there before him completely naked.

He reaches between my legs, then jerks back when his fingers meet hot, slick flesh. His eyes blaze with lust as he looks down then back up at me, his eyebrows flying up. “Going commando, are we, Ms. Samuels?”

I look down, feigning surprise. “Well, how do you think that happened?”

That slow, cocky smirk takes over, and I bite my lip at the needy pull it makes me feel deep in my pussy.

“Not complaining,” he murmurs, then he turns me around abruptly, pushing my chest against the door.

He grabs both my arms and lifts them above my head where I press them against the solid door to steady myself. His breath is warm and teasing as he leans in close behind me. “So sexy, Avery. You want to know the first thing I thought when I saw you standing in front of me on that train?”

I moan as he runs his hands back down my arms and over my shoulders to my sides, then around to my stomach before he lifts them and grabs my tits, squeezing hard.

“What?” I pant, unable to think past the feeling of his fingers expertly twisting my nipples. It’s like there’s a direct connection from them to my clit, each pinch drawing an echoing throb below.

“That I wanted to take all that wild energy, that smart mouth, that sassy attitude, and turn you into a needy mess. I wanted you to come apart in my arms. I wanted to know if you would drive me just as crazy, be just as passionate and free if I had you naked, my cock between your legs.” He grinds against my ass for emphasis.

“Finn,” I breathe. “Touch me.”

He chuckles. “Like this?”

Keeping one hand on my tit, he runs the other back down my stomach until it’s hovering just above my mound. I groan in frustration when he stops just shy of paradise.

“You’re going to make me crazy if you don’t touch me,” I say over my shoulder, bucking against him.

He uses his flattened palm to pull me back against his thick cock. I can feel it throbbing and straining against his pants, and all I want is for him to put it inside me.

My head falls back against his shoulder, and I drop my hands back to wrap around his head, pulling his mouth against my neck. He nips at the sensitive skin, sending a shiver across my skin.