6. Harry #2
Outside, the mountains keep sliding past, indifferent to the way everything just changed inside this glass bubble.
I pull her closer, her bare breasts pressing against my chest, my hands sliding down to cup her ass. The pink handprints I left there make satisfaction curl low in my gut.
She's marked. Claimed. And from the way she sighs into my next kiss, she knows it too.
The train whistle blows in the distance, signaling our approach to the station. Two hours until we arrive, maybe less. But right now, with her soft and spent in my arms, time feels like it belongs to us alone.
I kiss her again, slower this time. My cock twitches against her stomach, already showing signs of life again. She notices—of course she does—and laughs softly into my mouth. The sound vibrates through my chest.
"Insatiable," she murmurs, nipping my bottom lip.
"Only for you." I squeeze her ass, grinding against her lightly. "Three years of waiting does that to a man."
Her hands slide under my shirt, nails scraping down my back. The train sways again. I walk her backward until her shoulders hit the glass once more. Cool surface against her heated skin makes her gasp into the kiss.
I want to take my time now. Want to explore every inch I've been denied. My mouth leaves hers to trail down her throat, sucking lightly at her pulse point.
She tilts her head back, giving me access. Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging just hard enough to sting.
When I reach her breasts, I take one nipple into my mouth and lave it with my tongue. The bud tightens instantly. I suck harder, grazing it with my teeth, and her back arches off the glass.
A fresh wave of arousal hits me at the sound she makes—half moan, half plea.
My hand slips between her legs again. She's still wet, my come and her own juices coating my fingers as I stroke through her folds. Her clit is swollen and sensitive from her orgasm. When I circle it, her hips jerk forward.
"Too much?" I ask against her breast, though I already know the answer from the way her nails dig into my scalp.
"Never." Her voice comes out breathy. "Don't stop."
I don't. Instead I drop to my knees right there on the observation deck floor. The vibration of the train travels up through my legs.
Her pussy is at perfect eye level now, pink and glistening, my come still slowly leaking out. The sight makes my cock throb painfully against my thigh.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider. She balances with one hand on the glass, the other still in my hair. I lean in and drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long lick.
The taste of us combined explodes on my tongue—salty, sweet, addictive.
Chloe's moan echoes above me. Her thigh trembles against my ear. I do it again, slower, savoring every inch. When I reach her clit I suck it gently between my lips and flick my tongue against the underside.
"Harry—fuck?—"
Her hips rock against my face. I grip her ass with both hands to hold her steady and devour her properly. No teasing now. I lick and suck with purpose, pushing my tongue inside her to gather more of our combined taste before moving back to her clit.
Her breaths come faster, sharper.
The train enters a tunnel. Sudden darkness swallows the dome, leaving only the faint emergency lights along the floor.
The shift makes everything more intense—the wet sounds of my mouth on her pussy seem louder, her gasps more desperate. I can only feel her now, taste her, hear her falling apart above me.
I slide two fingers back into her pussy, curling them. My tongue works her clit in tight circles. Her leg tightens around my shoulder, heel digging into my back. She's close again. I can feel it in the way her walls flutter around my fingers, hear it in the broken sounds she makes.
"Don't hold back," I growl against her. The vibration makes her cry out. "Want to hear you when you come on my tongue."
She does. Her orgasm hits with a sharp cry that bounces around the dark glass enclosure. Her pussy spasms around my fingers, fresh wetness coating my chin. I keep licking her through it, drawing out every last shudder until her leg goes slack on my shoulder.
Only then do I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The tunnel ends abruptly and sunlight floods back in.
Chloe slides down the glass until she's sitting on the floor facing me, legs spread, chest heaving. Her hair sticks to her damp forehead. She looks thoroughly fucked and utterly perfect.
I crawl over her, caging her in with my arms on either side of her head. My cock hangs heavy between us, hard again and leaking. She reaches for it without hesitation, small hand wrapping around my thickness.
The contrast of her soft palm against my rigid length pulls a hiss from me.
"Want you again," she whispers, stroking me slowly from base to tip. Her thumb swipes over the head, spreading pre-cum. "Inside me. Please."
The please undoes me. I grab her hips and flip her onto her hands and knees. The floor is carpeted but still hard. I'll make it up to her later. Right now the need to be inside her again overrides everything else.
I line up and thrust in with one smooth motion. Her pussy welcomes me, still pulsing from her last orgasm.
This angle lets me go even deeper. My hips slap against her ass as I set a brutal pace immediately. No slow build this time. Just raw fucking.
The sounds she makes drive me higher. Each thrust punches a moan out of her throat. Her fingers scrabble against the carpet. I reach around and find her clit again, rubbing it in time with my strokes.
"Touch your tits," I command, voice low. "Pinch your nipples for me."
She obeys instantly. One hand leaves the floor to cup her breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. The sight makes my balls tighten. I fuck her harder, the wet slap of our bodies filling the dome.
She's loud now, unrestrained. Every cry, every gasp, every broken version of my name pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel my second orgasm building at the base of my spine, hot and inevitable.
"Close," I grit out. My fingers press harder on her clit. "Come with me, Chloe."
Her walls start to flutter. She pushes back to meet my thrusts, taking me impossibly deeper.
The pressure builds until I can't hold back anymore. I come with a shout, flooding her pussy with more come. The sensation triggers her own release. She clenches around me in powerful waves, her cry mixing with mine.
We collapse together on the floor, me careful to roll so she lands on my chest instead of the hard surface. My arms wrap around her automatically, one hand stroking down her spine while we both catch our breath. Her heart hammers against my ribs. Or maybe that's mine. Hard to tell anymore.
The mountains outside give way to buildings and platforms. Glenwood Springs approaches fast. I press a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of sex and her shampoo.
"Never letting you go," I repeat, softer this time. My fingers trace the red marks on her ass. "No more running. For either of us."
She lifts her head to look at me. Those green eyes hold something new—certainty, maybe. Or the same bone-deep relief I feel. Her fingers trace my jaw, thumb brushing over my trimmed beard.
"Good," she says simply.
We should move. Should clean up, get dressed, face whatever waits at the station with our parents and the real world.
But for one more minute I hold her tight against me, her bare skin warm on mine, the dome filled with morning light and the smell of us.
Whatever comes next, we'll face it together. The four of us. No more closed doors. No more one-word answers across holiday tables. Just this—raw, honest, and finally fucking free.
I kiss her once more, deep and slow, as the train glides into the station. My hands map her curves with new confidence. She smiles against my lips, and the future doesn't seem so complicated anymore.