Stories From The 6 Train 2(198)

Okay collarbone now.

Oh god…Darren’s mouth is on my breasts.

He’s going lower.

“Okay, stop!” I yelp it out and it shocks us both. He pulls his mouth off me but doesn’t move.

“I’m just not ready,” I say in a small voice. That’s the truth.

And not just because I don’t want to have sex yet. I mean, the truth is I’m bad that I want to have sex with him now, no matter how crazy a thought that is for me to have.

The truth is I just want to play more games to see if he wins me. And I honestly hope he does.





Darren





I wanted to eat Jenny’s pussy like it was my last meal and I was a prisoner.

When she said she wanted me to stop, I respected that. I plan to marry this woman soon. When I can find the time, arrange the PR for the most opportune moment.

So I didn’t want to freak her out. She wants to wait, I can wait some. When I do fuck Jenny, it will be so goddamn perfect that she blacks out from how hard she orgasms.

Jenny will want me. Fuck, she wants me now. But she will be ready to want me soon.

But this?

My conference room is pink.

Fucking pink.

Pink as the pussy I should be licking right now…

Instead there are giant yellow roses all over the table.

The pens all have fluffy shit on top of them like a cheap stripper’s boa or something.

The chairs are patent leather and covered in glitter.

A fucking unicorn could have been slaughtered in here. Gutted and laid out for dead.

Like, no way in hell Jenny is this dumb and tacky. There’s an understated elegance to little miss bubble gum princess. She wants to piss me off. Or at least test me.

“The children’s clothing line I’m acquiring tomorrow could have designed this room,” I say with a huge smile painted on. I rub her shoulders. “This is fantastic work. You should do every floor in this building however you like. There are 37 floors you’d want to start with,” I say. Yeah, top that, little Jenny. Want to some puke unicorn innards all over my conference room, well, I can play that game.

Jenny’s eyes barely flicker a bit of shock and she’s smiling, all saccharin sunshine. “Oh, sure then. I know your budget must be huuuuuge,” she says and I can tell that she’s a little disappointed at herself pushing that button.

Yeah, Jenny has no idea that I’ve got a 12-inch pole in my pants ready to get piped up her until she screams. I’m going to watch that perfect little mouth open up and hear all the low groans that build in her throat when my cock fills her up, air tight.

So I keep smiling.

“Sure thing, Jenny,” I say, letting my mouth linger on her name.

The way I lingered over her body.





Jenny





Damn. All day I’ve been showing swatch after swatch to Darren. He’s kept his eyes all over me but his mouth is spread wide in that acquiescing grin.

I won’t fall for it!

Except…I’m totally falling for it. I want to rub my body all over that smile like, like I’m some kind of wild animal! I want to be able to feel him all over me again.

I show him another putrid lime green paint chip and I think I might barf the same color on it.

And when I show him the fire engine red plastic chairs with holes in them, I think, god, my face must be the same shade of red. I know the AC is running, this is a multi-million dollar tower. The temperature is so controlled.

But mine isn’t. I can’t handle the effect that he’s having on me.

“So you think the lime and the red work together?” I say, dropping the paint chips and the catalogs of shitty furniture that would hurt a blind man’s eyes.

“Cherry limeade,” Darren says, raising an eyebrow and regarding me.

“Fine, fine, I just can’t take this anymore!” I shout out. I didn’t mean to have quite so little chill…but I do need to release all this tension right now now. “That stuff you were doing with your mouth,” I say, turning away from him. I want to walk in the opposite direction but I can’t. I can’t bring myself to. My feet seem to be magnetized to the ground, propelling me to stay put when I want to run away.

But there’s really no escape. I chose this. I even want it now. So why does my mind race with such resistance?

Oh no. I know why. I know that every time I see Darren playing my games just as well as me, I start to see him as fun. When I see wicked thoughts play out in his mind, I want him to play them out on my body. I need him, ache for him to touch me. I don’t know what I want. I mean, I know what sex is…but I have the topic sentence, like we learned in school. I need all those little supporting details to fill in. I need him to fill me up with every desire that’s billowing behind his powerful presence.