12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Gauge
There was a small chance I was misinterpreting her message, but I doubted I was the only one that felt the chemistry between us.
Emma had no idea how long I'd been watching her and how often I'd seen her face twisted in ecstasy, but she'd invited me over at ten at night to her house. There weren't many other ways to interpret that.
I'd basically ran out the door when she told me, but I wasn't quick enough to escape either Rosie or Jamie's notice. I saw them exchange a knowing look before I closed the door in their faces. I didn't want to hear what they had to say right now. I was too excited.
I'd been pacing around Emma's neighborhood for the last ten minutes. I thought it would take me longer to get from our warehouse apartment in the train yard to her apartment downtown, but I'd practically sprinted the whole way and didn't want to make her anxious by showing up early.
The moment my phone chimed ten, I pulled open the door, made my way up two flights of stairs to her landing, and knocked on her door.
Before I even pulled my hand away, the door opened. The lighting was low in her apartment, but it looked neat and cozy. It was the opposite of our warehouse apartment, which was always loud and chaotic.
Emma held the door open from behind, so it wasn’t until I stepped in and she closed the door that I saw what she was wearing. Actually, how little she was wearing.
She was wearing a tiny, pink, strappy bra with an even smaller thong.
If I wasn't sure about why she had invited me over, her outfit was a sign that I couldn't misread.
It became especially apparent when she slipped her hands down her body to the strings of her thong on her hips.
My greedy eyes followed her, unwilling to take more than she was offering.
She caressed the strings as she asked, "What do you say?
I could use a distraction. Wanna take me for a ride? "
I closed the distance in less than a heartbeat, pressing her against the door. As my lips crashed onto hers, I reached behind her to undo her bra when I felt her hands on the hem of my shirt.
Tracks, I couldn't let her see that much of me. Humans tended to be weird about our markings—at least, that's what Rosie had told me. I pulled away from Emma, far enough to give her a cocky grin, and murmured, "I didn't say you could touch."
I spun her around, pressing her face against the door. I grabbed her hands and held them in mine, using my other hand to unbuckle my belt.
She jumped at the snap of my belt as I pulled it through the loops of my jeans. "What are you doing?"
I paused and answered her question with one of my own. "Do you trust your conductor?"
I was prepared to wait for her to consider it, but Emma’s answer came quickly, instinctually. "Yes."
"Well then, let's get you buckled up ‘cause it's going to be a hell of a ride," I said as I sank to my knees behind her, putting me at eye level with her bra clasp. Ignoring that for now, I wrapped my belt around her wrists, yanking it tight.
"Oof."
"Too tight?"
"I've felt worse."
I chuckled, thinking how much Rosie and Jamie would get a kick out of the apparently bratty Emma. Just for that, I yanked it tighter before buckling the makeshift restraint in place, binding her wrists together.
I felt her testing them and was proud, but not surprised, when her wrists weren't able to separate. Rosie and I liked our restraints.
"You can squirm all you like," I taunted as I ran one of my hands up the inside of her leg.
I laughed when she instantly parted for me. I brushed a knuckle over the tiny fabric she called underwear and grinned at how soaked they were. I'd barely even touched her, but she was damn near aching and ready for me.
I moved my hand back down to the inside of her thigh, causing her to whimper.
"Patience," I teased. "We have a few more stops before your destination.
" I leaned forward, taking her bra clasp in my mouth and after a few moments, I felt it give under my teeth and pulled back.
I slowly rose, licking and kissing my way up her back and neck to her ear.
I grazed it with my teeth as my hand pulled one of her straps down and then the other.
I moved my hands to her front and pulled her bra down to her stomach, freeing her breasts. It wouldn't go further with her hands bound, but that was as far as I needed it to go.
I was tempted to spin her back around so I could have a better look at her, but I didn't want to risk her seeing more of me.
Instead, I pressed myself into her ass as I moved my hands up to explore her chest. I ground into her as I flicked one of her nipples and was rewarded with a moan.
I earned more by kissing and licking my way up her neck.
I was tempted to mark her like Rosie sometimes did to Jamie, but I didn't know if she'd like it, so I held myself back.
I felt, and knew she could too, that the smokestack in my pants was harder than coal. From the way she was grinding back against me, she was as impatient as I was.
"I'd say it's almost time for your train to arrive, don't you?"
Emma whined, making me laugh.
She was squirming against me, but what little there was of her panties were still in my way. I sunk to my knees again and ran my fingers over the fabric on her hips. "Let’s finish getting you ready.”
"I've been ready," she whined breathlessly.
I grabbed the straps and yanked her thong down her legs. Rising to my feet, I pressed my thigh between her legs, forcing them apart. I ground into her core as I pushed my jeans down, freeing the hard pipe in my pants.
I stroked the length a few times and felt it swell even more. Knowing she was as ready for me as she was going to get, I turned slightly, moving my thigh and positioning my length between her legs.
"I'm going to bury my train so far in your tunnel," I growled.
"All aboard," she answered around a moan. Engines, my girl was perfect.
I pushed my length inside of her, slowly at first, not sure if she would be able to take all of me. But when she whined out, "Fuck my tunnel hard," I lost control. I rammed the rest of my length into her, feeling her inner walls tighten around me as I moved in and out of her.
Her moans ramped up, and I was fighting hard to hold back the whistling noises threatening to come out of me. I groaned, feeling steam start to come out of my ears, and knew I was close.
"Last stop's coming up," I told her.
"I'm almost there," Emma whined. Of course she was. My girl was right on schedule, like always.
With a few more thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore and let out a loud "Wooo-Wooo," filling up her tunnel with my steam. From how loudly she cried out, she arrived at the same time.
After a few moments of hard breathing, I slowly pulled out of her and tucked my pipe back in my pants, then got to work freeing her hands from my belt.
After releasing her, Emma turned around, moving past me toward her couch. She grabbed a robe and draped it over herself before turning back around. "That was..." She paused, rubbing her wrists.
I quickly took her wrists in my hands. "Did I hurt you?" I asked gently rubbing them.
"No, no, I'm fine," she said quickly. "That was just...wow."
"You were pretty ‘wow’ yourself," I replied with a smirk that turned into a grin when she laughed.
"I'm so glad you came."
"Glad I could get you there, too."
She laughed again, and it sounded like music. "That wasn't what I meant, but that works, too. Do you have to get going?" she asked.
"Do you want me to leave?"
Emma reddened. "Huh? No, sorry, I just meant ‘cause your phone went off."
I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "It did?"
"The train noises we heard a few minutes ago. I figured someone was calling you."
That would take a lot less explaining, so I fished my phone out of my pocket. Pretending to check it, I replied, "Yeah, it's one of my roommates wondering when I'll be back."
"Oh geez, sorry. This was crazy. I should let you go home. I have work pretty early in the morning, anyway."
I was surprised at the quick dismissal. It must've shown on my face because she quickly added, "Tomorrow's Friday, though, so I'll be off work for the weekend. We could go on a real date… if you want to."
"You read my mind," I said quickly. "I'd love to spend more time with you."
I wanted to get to know Emma inside and out. I was determined to make her fall for me as hard as I'd already fallen for her.
"Maybe at your place this time?" she asked.
"Don't want me back at your place?" I chuckled.
"No, no, it's not that!" she quickly protested. "It's just that we were probably a bit loud. Maybe your place would be better? If your roommates aren't around?"
"I'll make sure they're not a problem," I told her, though I wasn’t positive I could deliver on that. Rosie and Jamie would be near impossible to force out of the house if they knew I was having Emma over.
Maybe I could just get them to agree to stay quiet. Rosie had to see that if we wanted to share Emma eventually, which I'd be willing to do if she was into it, we didn't want to scare her off.
We had to take it slow; all three of us spending time with her at the apartment would be the opposite of easing her into things.
"See you tomorrow," Emma said with an adorably shy smile as she shut the door behind me.
The only way I was able to force myself to go back home was because I knew I'd get to see her again tomorrow.
As I walked home, I floated idea after idea in my mind about how to convince Rosie and Jamie to either be cool or make themselves scarce.
I started to worry there wouldn't be enough time to convince them.
I wasn't even sure it was possible, since Rosie and Jamie seemed just as intrigued by her as I was, but I would try.