20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Emma
Gauge took me into the train's control room, and even though I'd never seen one in person, it looked pretty standard. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Probably the craziest thing I'd seen so far was that apparently they let just anyone walk into the control room.
If they were pulling my leg about being trains, at least they opened my eyes to the new possibilities.
As if reading my mind, Gauge led me to what should have been the conductor’s chair and motioned for me to take a seat.
It was pretty clear, though, that no one was here. Unless they had stepped away from their post, the train was driving itself.
The tracks rumbled beneath us, and I felt a rush of heat go straight to my core. The feeling was amplified by the naughtiness of the situation. I wasn't supposed to be in here, this close to the train's center.
The chair seemed to vibrate more around me than it should have, but I tried to focus.
"This doesn't prove anything," I said hesitantly. I felt in my gut that Gauge was telling the truth, but I needed to know for sure.
"Well, I can't morph in front of you since Jamie's already running the track,” Gauge explained, “but I can show you that this train is Jamie."
"How?"
"You can text them. It'll come up on the train's console. Here, I'll give you their number.”
"That's okay," I said, taking my phone out. "I already have it."
I shot a quick text to Jamie and waited.
Gauge is fucking with me, right?
Gauge was right. It popped up on the train's console. That didn't prove anything, but then a response started to appear.
The train bellowed out, "Choo—Chooo" before a response came through to my phone.
Jamie
Not in the way I want him to be.
The train whistled again and Gauge chuckled. Before I could ask what he was laughing about, another text came through.
Jamie
I just told him to take you hard against my console.
What do you say, sweetheart?
You want to go for a ride?
I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
If this is really you, tell me what you told me about Rosie
Jamie
Which thing? I said a lot
The secret thing
"Wooo—Woooo!" whistled the train.
Gauge rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine," he grumbled.
Turning to me, he explained. "Jamie told me to close my eyes and insists you don't repeat whatever they say out loud," he said before saying more loudly, "which is incredibly obnoxious because we don't keep secrets from each other and they're just doing this to annoy me. "
"Chooo—Choooo!"
"Are too!" Gauge insisted under his breath.
My phone chimed, and I glanced down at Jamie’s messages.
Jamie
He's right I'm just fucking with him
Jamie
But I told you Rosie's scared of water
Jamie
Full disclosure, G obviously knows that, but it’s funny to make him sweat so don't tell him what I said
Just like that, I believed them.
It was actually Jamie.
I was riding on a train that was actually an alien who could sometimes look human, with another alien who sometimes looked human, and who both wanted me. And they were train enough that my mind and body both wanted them—badly.
I squirmed a little in the seat, thinking about the possibilities. Of course, another message came in.
Jamie
You know I can feel that, right?
"What??"
Gauge's eyes flew open. "What? Is everything okay?"
"You guys can feel things people do on you while you're trains?" I screeched.
His expression turned from concerned to a smirk. "Is that concerning to you?"
"This whole time?" I gasped, feeling mortified.
His silence was answer enough.
"Which one of you was I riding?" I asked slowly, but I already knew the answer.
We were on Jamie now, and Rosie had fucked me on my favorite train.
"Oh my god. You felt it when Rosie fucked me?" I asked Gauge.
He chuckled. "I was too scared to approach you. I didn't think you could ever want someone like me, and she thought I was being crazy and wanted to speed up the process."
"This whole time when I thought I was fucking myself, I was riding you?"
"If you're worried you took advantage of me, it was very welcome," he replied with a smirk,
Standing, I smacked his arm. "That wasn't what I was worried about! I didn't know better! You were watching me!"
Gauge shrugged. "It was hard not to. You were putting on quite a show."
I blushed at that and smacked his arm again. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, grabbing my hips and lifting me up onto the console. Onto Jamie's console, which started to vibrate under me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Listening to Jamie—unless you want me to stop?" Gauge asked before he started kissing my neck.
"Choooo—Choooo" the train whistled. From the increased vibrations, I assumed Jamie was more than happy with the situation.
"Do you want me to stop?" Gauge asked again. Moving his tongue lower, he licked a trail of kisses to my cleavage. With his lips, the combination of the heat and vibrations of the train—of Jamie—and knowing how taboo this was, the last thing I wanted was to stop.
“Nooo,” I whined.
"No? You want me to stop?" he asked, his hands on the straps of my top, ready to pull them down and expose me at my word.
"No, I want you to keep going."
He yanked one strap down before pausing and asking, "Are you sure?"
I nodded vigorously. "Very."
He pulled my other strap down, exposing my breasts to the cool air for a moment before his mouth was on one and his hand on the other.
I moaned at the contact as he worked my nipples.
"Woooo—Wooooo!"
Apparently, Jamie was enjoying this too.
When he pulled away, Gauge murmured, "You want to get Jamie really worked up?"
"What are you thinking?" I asked, knowing already that I'd say yes.
"Jamie, can you disable the brake lever?"
"Choo—Chooo," the train sounded excitedly.
I looked around, wondering what Gauge was planning, when I saw what he had to be talking about. There were different buttons, levers and controls on the control panel but there was a long, thick lever that stood pretty close to the length and girth of Gauge's cock.
He winked at me as he pulled the lever from its upright position, moving it toward him until it was angled diagonally.
"What do you say you take Jamie for a ride?" he asked, motioning to the lever.
I felt like my body was on fire and so badly wanted something inside of me, but Jamie's lever was thick.
"I don't know if it'll fit…" I said uneasily.
"Woo—Wooo!"
Gauge chuckled. "You're going to give Jamie an ego. They're not any bigger than I am."
"Choo—Choo!" Jamie managed to make the whistle sound offended.
Gauge just laughed and picked me up, moving me over and positioning me on all fours around the lever. I felt it pressing against my entrance, pulsing.
"What about you?" I asked.
"I'll watch you get settled, and then see what that pretty mouth of yours can do."
If I wasn't already dripping, that would've done it.
I pushed myself back onto the lever slowly, getting used to the feel.
"Why don't you whip it out and show me what I'm working toward?" I cooed.
He grinned, saying, "I normally don't take orders, but you asked so nicely."
I sunk further down onto the lever. I must've been about halfway and was already feeling full.
Gauge started to stroke his already erect shaft. I pushed myself down further, letting out a loud moan that was greeted with an encouraging, "Wooo—Woooo!"
"Almost there," Gauge groaned. "Better hurry up, though. Wouldn't want to get to our destination without us getting off first."
It wouldn't take me long once I was completely full, but he was right. I was impatient to be filled by both of them.
I pushed myself back a little more and was relieved when I sunk all the way to the console.
I opened my mouth expectantly and was rewarded with Gauge's grin as he stepped forward, using his hand to direct his shaft to my waiting mouth.
"Go easy on her, Jam," he instructed as he pressed himself into my mouth.
"Woooo—Woooooo," Jamie whistled as the lever inside me began to pulse harder.
I moaned loudly as Gauge continued to push his length down my throat.
I wasn't going to last long being stretched at both ends.
Just as I was thinking that, Gauge told me to grab onto the edge of the console. I did immediately.
"What a good little rail slut," he growled as he grabbed onto my hips, pulled me forward before pushing me back hard onto the lever. He continued to move me, fucking me against Jamie. I moaned around his cock in my mouth as the tension built up inside me.
Gauge groaned and locked his gaze with mine. "What do you say, Em? Are you ready to come with me?"
I moaned in answer and he thrust me a bit harder, saying, "So close, let's get there together." With one more thrust, I was falling over the edge.
There was a loud whistle from both the train and from Gauge. Then my mouth flooded with a tasteless steam that had me fighting to breathe. Gauge pulled out quickly before the steam could completely overwhelm me.
With my mouth now free, I started to cough.
He pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back as I coughed. "You're okay. You were so good for us," he murmured.
"Wooo—Woooo," Jamie agreed.
When I stopped coughing, Gauge slowly lifted me off the lever, pulling me into his lap on the conductor's chair. I snuggled against him, feeling like I was home for the first time in a long time.
"So… what do you think?" Gauge asked.
"Huh?" I asked, somewhat sleepily.
"Do you believe me now?"
"Yes." I couldn't doubt it anymore.
"And did you like it?"
I blushed at that, knowing he already knew I did.
He chuckled. "I'll amend that. Did you like it enough that you could get used to it?"
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to that," I answered honestly.
It was the most mind-blowing sex I'd ever had.
There was likely no getting used to that.
Especially if, or rather when, we introduced Rosie into the mix.
I knew from experience how fiery she was and couldn't wait to see what she would have planned for everyone in the bedroom.
"I don't think you'll ever get me used to it, but I'd sure like to see you try," I told him.
He grinned. "You're perfect. I told them we got damn lucky with you."
"I'm the lucky one."
"We can all count ourselves lucky once we solve the train issue," he said.
I snuggled closer to him. "What will happen if the tracks are destroyed? Will you be okay?"
"We'll be alright, but we'd have to leave. That's the last thing any of us want to do."
I furrowed my brow. "You won't have to. We'll fix things, somehow."
"If anyone can, it's you," Gauge insisted as he lifted my straps and put my shirt back into place. "I believe in you. Let's get you home so you can rest and we can come up with a plan."
When we got back to their apartment, his bed greeted me and dragged me almost immediately into sleep.