It’s not enough. I reach for his cock, so thick and hard. “I said need you now.”
He doesn’t make me wait. Positioning the head of his cock at my entrance, he rubs it up and down my slit, coating himself with my juices. Then he thrusts into me in one swift, hard stroke, burying himself as far as he can get. My pussy clenches around him, and it feels so good to finally have him in me.
I moan, the sheer ecstasy of being so filled nearly sending me over the edge.
He begins moving within me, thrusting hard and fast, his movements echoing the desperation I feel. I quickly feel my orgasm building, and his own groans of pleasure are so fucking sexy.
“Harder, Reese. I need more.”
“That’s my dirty girl,” he murmurs against my mouth before he takes me in a rough kiss.
“Only for you,” I pant. “You bring out my naughty side.”
My words seem to spur him on, and he pulls back, grabbing my hips and flipping me over in one quick motion. He pulls my ass up in the air and grips it hard, fingers digging in, spreading me wide as his cock teases my pussy from behind.
Then he slams his cock right back into my tight heat, hitting just the right spot as he pounds into me over and over.
I arch my back and look back at him. His eyes are burning with lust. But I see more there, something that makes me think what he said on the train about being crazy about me might just be true.
I reach for him, and he pulls me up, my back against his chest, his hands gripping my tits as he continues to fuck me from behind. I lean my head back on his shoulder, and he rains hot, wet kisses down my neck.
Dropping a hand to my clit, he teases me there while he pinches my nipple with his other hand. And just like that, I fly over the edge, a scream ripping from my throat as my orgasm tears through me. I feel his cock swell inside of me, hot jets shooting from him as my pussy grips him over and over and over.
We collapse on the bed in a satisfied haze. Everything I ever fantasized about my train guy was nothing compared to the reality.
After a while of drifting in the afterglow, I prop my hand on my head and give him a teasing smile. “So, about that roomie situation.”
He gives me that sexy, cocky smirk and arches an eyebrow. “Let me guess. I convinced you.”
I purse my lips, and he laughs. “Come on, baby. Where else can you move where you are guaranteed earth-shattering orgasms anytime you want?”
“Anytime?” I grin.
“Hell yeah. I’m at your service. All day and night.” Reese rolls me over until I’m lying on top of him, and I can feel him hardening again already.
“Sounds pretty tempting.”
He tilts his head up and kisses me, his eyes growing serious. “That’s not the only reason I want you here, though. I don’t know what it is, Adrienne, but there’s something about you…”
He trails off as if he suddenly feels unsure of himself, and I decide to put him out of his misery.
“Reese, I don’t get it either. But I want to figure it out. With you.”
He grins, flipping me onto my back and pinning my hands above my head. “Good. Because I was going to have to resort to bribing you with cooking gourmet meals.”
I narrow my eyes. “You cook?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so? You, my friend, have a new roommate.” I can’t help laughing at his expression. “So when is dinner?”
He gives me a wicked grin as he starts kissing down my stomach. My satisfied body is suddenly needy all over again as his mouth settles on my pussy.
I moan as he expertly drives me wild with his tongue, crying out in frustration when he lifts his head.
“What?” he asks innocently. “I thought you wanted dinner.”
I push his head back down, laughing. “I’ll settle for dessert.”
He practically growls. “Me too.”
Ginger & Blaze
6
Ginger
“To hot sex on the train,” I laugh, holding up my shot glass to my ex-roommate Adrienne.
She giggles, shaking her blonde head at me, then we toss back the Lemon Drops we were just served.
“So, tell me,” I say, planting my palms on the high-top table we’re sitting at in the trendy SoHo bar. It’s Friday night, and the place is packed. “How the hell did you do it on the train without getting caught?”
This girl has turned into a wild woman in the few weeks since she moved out of our apartment and into her new boyfriend’s Upper East Side place. I’m totes jealous. I mean, sex on the 6 Train? Hell yeah, I want some of that. Unfortunately, my life isn’t half as exciting as hers lately.
Adrienne’s face turns almost as red as my hair, but I see the wicked gleam in her eyes. “Why? You planning on getting you some on the way home, Ginger?”