4. Chris
CHRIS
The train rocks beneath me in that steady, low hum that should lull a man to sleep.
It doesn't. Not when every time I close my eyes I see Chloe's mouth opening for my come, her green eyes wide and glassy while Adam licked her pussy until she shook.
My cock throbs against my stomach, heavy and insistent under the thin sheet. The penthouse in Lincoln Park never felt this small. This private railcar feels like a damn pressure cooker.
I sit up in the narrow bed, the wooden walls of my compartment pressing close. Two in the morning according to the clock beside the lamp. The corridor outside lies silent except for the rhythmic clack of wheels on tracks.
I pull on pajama pants and nothing else. The fabric does shit to hide how hard I am. Bare feet hit cool wood as I step into the narrow hallway. Four doors. One empty. One for Harry. One for Adam. One for her.
My hand finds her knob. It turns without resistance. Unlocked. The realization sends heat crawling up my spine.
The door swings inward on silent hinges. Her room smells like the soap from the shower she must have taken. Steam still clings faintly to the mirror in the tiny en-suite. Moonlight from the passing plains cuts through the window and paints her bed in silver.
Chloe lies on her stomach across the full-size mattress, completely naked. A white towel wraps her wet black hair, but that's the only thing covering her. Her legs spread just enough that I catch the shadowed cleft of her pussy between the curves of her ass.
Full tits press into the sheets. One arm curls under the pillow. The other drapes off the edge of the bed.
My mouth goes dry. All those cold showers. All those nights with my fist wrapped around my cock while I pictured exactly this.
None of it touches the reality of her sprawled out like an offering. My restraint, the careful distance I kept evaporates like it never existed.
I close the door behind me with a soft click. The sound doesn't wake her. Good. I want a moment to look. To commit every dip and swell to memory before she realizes I'm here.
My hands move on their own, pushing the pajama pants down my hips. The fabric pools at my ankles and I kick it aside. My cock juts out, thick and flushed, the head already slick.
The mattress dips under my weight as I climb onto the bed. She doesn't stir. I settle between her spread thighs, my shoulders forcing them wider.
The scent of her hits me first. Clean from the shower but already growing wet again in her sleep. My hands slide up the backs of her thighs, palms rough against smooth skin. I lower my head and drag my tongue slowly up the length of her pussy.
She tastes like sin and soap and the faint musk of earlier. I groan against her folds, the vibration traveling straight into her.
My tongue pushes deeper, licking into her tight heat with deliberate strokes. Her clit swells against the flat of my tongue as I lap at her again and again.
Chloe jolts beneath me. A sharp gasp cuts through the quiet room. Her hips twitch, trying to pull away even as her thighs clamp around my ears for half a second. I hold her there with both hands on her ass, spreading her open wider so I can bury my face deeper.
"Chris?" Her voice comes out rough with sleep and surprise. The towel has slipped sideways on her head. She cranes her neck to look back at me, green eyes wide in the moonlight. "Oh god, that feels so good."
My tongue circles her clit with slow, wet pressure, then dips back down to push inside her again. The way her pussy flutters around the intrusion makes my cock leak against the sheets.
She could tell me to leave. Could shove me off. Instead her fingers fist the pillow and her back arches in a slow curve that pushes her ass higher against my mouth.
The silent invitation undoes the last thread of my control. I flip her onto her back with one smooth motion. The towel unravels completely, black hair spilling wet across the white pillow.
Her tits bounce with the movement, nipples already tight peaks in the cool air. Those green eyes lock on mine as she spreads her legs wider, knees falling open like she's been waiting for this exact moment.
The sight of her pussy glistening in the moonlight, pink and swollen from my tongue, nearly makes me come on the spot. I growl low in my throat and dive back in.
This time there's nothing slow about it. I suck her clit between my lips and flick my tongue hard and fast while two fingers push deep inside her without warning. Her walls clamp down immediately, hot and silky and so fucking tight it makes my jaw ache.
Her hands fly to my head. Not pushing me away. Holding me there. Her hips rock up to meet every thrust of my fingers and every swipe of my tongue.
Wet sounds fill the small compartment. The train's steady rumble can't drown them out. I add a third finger and curl them against that spot that makes her thighs start to shake.
"God. Fuck. Chris." Her voice cracks on my name. The sound goes straight to my cock. I grind my hips against the mattress for any friction I can get while I devour her. Her taste floods my mouth as she grows wetter, slick coating my chin and dripping down to the sheets.
I pull back just enough to speak against her soaked flesh. "Come on my tongue. Want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers while you fall apart." The words come out rough, stripped of the careful control I usually maintain. Her answering moan vibrates through her whole body.
My beard scrapes the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as I work her harder. Three fingers pump steadily while my tongue lashes her clit without mercy. Her heels dig into my shoulders. Her breaths come in sharp gasps that match the rhythm of my hand.
When she comes, her back bows off the bed. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers in pulsing waves, gushing fresh wetness that I lap up greedily.
A broken cry tears from her throat. I keep licking her through it, drawing out every tremor until her legs tremble uncontrollably around my head.
Only then do I rise up on my knees between her spread thighs. My cock stands so hard it curves toward my stomach, veins standing out along the thick shaft.
Pre-cum beads at the tip and drips onto her lower belly as I fist myself once, twice. Her eyes track the movement, dark with renewed hunger.
I grab her ankles and drape her legs over my shoulders. The position folds her nearly in half, tilting her hips up so her pussy opens completely for me.
The head of my cock nudges her entrance. She's soaked from her orgasm and my mouth, but still so damn tight. I push forward an inch and feel her stretch around me.
Her hands clutch at my forearms. Nails dig into the ink there. "Wait. Just. Let me feel it."
I hold still, breathing hard through my nose. The train sways around a gentle curve, pressing me a fraction deeper. Her walls flutter and squeeze. Sweat beads along my spine despite the cool night air coming through the vent.
When her grip on my arms loosens, I sink the rest of the way in one long thrust. The tight heat of her pussy envelops every inch.
A groan rips from my chest at how perfectly she grips me. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry. Those green eyes roll back for half a second before locking on mine again.
I start to move. Slow at first, savoring the drag of her walls along my cock. The headboard taps the wall with each measured thrust.
The sound seems impossibly loud in the quiet car. I don't care. Let Adam and Harry hear. Let the whole fucking train know what I'm doing to our stepsister in the middle of the night.
Her tits bounce with every impact. I lean down, bending her legs further back until her knees nearly touch her shoulders. The new angle lets me grind against her clit with every stroke.
My mouth finds one tight nipple and I suck it hard between my teeth.
"Chris. Harder." The plea comes out breathy and desperate. Her hands slide up to grip my hair, tugging until it stings.
I give her what she wants. My hips snap forward faster. The headboard starts to thump rhythmically against the wall now.
Flesh meets flesh with wet smacks that echo in the small space. Her pussy makes filthy sounds around my cock, sucking me deeper with every thrust.
Sweat slicks our skin where we connect. Her legs tremble against my shoulders. I can feel her getting close again from the way she tightens around me, from the frantic little gasps she can't hold back.
My balls draw up tight, the base of my spine tingling with the need to fill her.
I pull almost all the way out and slam back in. The bed creaks beneath us. "This what you needed? My cock stretching this pussy open in the middle of the night?"
Her answering cry is all the confirmation I need. I piston into her harder, chasing the edge that's barreling toward both of us. One of my hands slides between us to rub tight circles around her clit. The dual stimulation makes her walls clamp down.
The headboard bangs steadily now. If anyone in the neighboring compartments is awake, they know exactly what's happening.
The thought only makes me fuck her harder. My hips slap against her ass with every thrust. Her tits jiggle. Her mouth stays open on a constant stream of broken moans.
"Come for me." The words scrape out of my throat. "Want to feel you milk my cock when you come."
Her eyes squeeze shut. Her whole body goes rigid for one heartbeat, then explodes beneath me. Her pussy spasms wildly around my thrusting cock, rippling and squeezing in waves that drag me right over the edge with her.
I bury myself to the hilt and come hard, pulsing thick ropes of come deep inside her clenching heat.
The orgasm seems to last forever. My hips jerk with aftershocks even after I've emptied everything I have. Her legs slip from my shoulders to wrap around my waist instead.
I collapse forward, catching myself on my forearms so I don't crush her completely. Our foreheads press together. Our ragged breathing mingles in the narrow space between our mouths.
The train continues its steady journey west. Wheels click over tracks. The compartment smells like sex and her shampoo and my sweat.
My cock twitches inside her with the last weak spurts of my release. Her pussy gives an answering flutter that makes us both groan.
I stay buried in her warmth, unwilling to pull out yet. Her fingers trace idle patterns through the hair at my nape.
The gentle touch feels more dangerous than anything that came before it. This wasn't supposed to happen. Three years of discipline gone in one night on a fucking train.
Her green eyes meet mine in the moonlight. No words pass between us. None are needed. Not yet.
I roll us carefully onto our sides, keeping her leg hooked over my hip so I stay inside her. The position lets me run my hand down the curve of her back, over the swell of her ass, back up again.
Possessive. Claiming. The kind of touch that says she's mine now. Ours. The thought should terrify me.
It doesn't.
The headboard has gone quiet. The only sounds left are our slowing breaths and the endless metallic song of the train carrying us toward Colorado. Toward the cabin where we'll be trapped together for days with no easy escape.
My cock hardens again inside her at the prospect. She feels it. Her hips give a small experimental roll that pulls a hiss from between my teeth.
"Again?" Her voice carries a note of breathless wonder.
I answer by thrusting shallowly, stirring my come inside her. "Again."
Her smile in the dark sends fresh heat racing through my veins. The night is far from over, and the train has hours left before dawn. I intend to use every single one of them.
My hand slides between us to where we're joined. I gather some of the mess leaking out around my cock and bring my fingers to her lips. She opens without hesitation, sucking them clean with a soft hum that vibrates straight to my balls.
The taste of us together on her tongue makes something primal uncoil in my chest. I pull my fingers free and replace them with my mouth, kissing her deep and slow while my hips start moving again in earnest.
The headboard resumes its steady rhythm against the wall. This time I don't rush. This time I want to learn exactly what makes her gasp, what makes her nails dig into my shoulders, what makes her whisper my name like a secret against my lips.
The train carries us forward into the darkness, and I lose myself in the tight heat of the woman I've wanted for so fucking long.