Page 16 of Delta (Alpha #12)

"Yes," I admit.

A sly smirk curves her lips. "Is it a big problem?"

"You're a bold one, aren't you?" I ask. I find her hand and guide it to my cock, slanted sideways in my trousers, trapped at painful angle. " You tell me how big a problem you have on your hands."

She cups my length, eyes widening. "Oh. Oh my. That is a very big problem."

I hold her gaze. "And what are you going to do about this very big problem? Hmm, lovely Bryn?"

She smirks. "I might have an idea."

"Do tell."

"Well, it's more show than tell, actually."

This is a bad idea. This whole thing. The mission. Her. Getting involved. Getting attached. Letting myself pretend. Touching her.

I slip my fingers, stained with her juices, into my mouth, suckling them, growling at the taste of her. "Sweet as sugar. God, I'd love to go down on you about now, Gorgeous. If only we had more privacy."

Her gaze goes heavy-lidded. "Don't fucking tease me, Rush."

"Who's teasin'? I'll eat your tight, wet little pussy for hours. Make you come so many times you'll beg to suck my cock just to have a break."

Her teeth snag her lower lip, need painting her features. "Who's begging?"

"You."

She flips open my trousers, lowers the zipper. Traces a fingertip over the bulge that springs to fill the opening. I twitch, hissing at the teasing touch.

"Conductor's gonna come back this way soon," I warn.

"Then you'd better behave yourself."

“Behave myself?" I ask.

She smirks, snagging her coat and throwing it over my lap. "Lean back."

She nudges me to lean against the side of the bench at an angle, as if I'm trying to find a comfortable position for napping. She wedges herself between my body and the bench-back, more on me than not, and now it seems as if we're just cuddling together, using her jacket as a makeshift blanket.

"Yes," she says, her smile eager and teasing. “fBehave yourself and I might see how I can…handle…your little problem."

"Who are you calling little, love?"

She tugs my underwear away from my belly, and my cock unfurls to spring upright, and then works my underwear down a bit.

I lift my hips, and she shifts them down past my buttocks.

My cock aches and strains beneath the warm weight of her shell jacket, and then her hand is smoothing over my belly, teasing past my rigid erection down my thigh, rubbing upward again, and back down my other thigh, avoiding where I need her touch most.

"Fuck," I growl. "Not nice to tease."

"There's a difference between teasing and playing," she murmurs, resting her chin on my chest, watching me as she smooths her touch all over my belly and thighs without ever directly touching my cock.

"And you're playing, are you?" I ask.

I shouldn't be doing this with her. I'm only ruining myself further. The way she sounded, coming for me? I'll not soon forget that. I'll fucking dream of it. Fantasize how tight her pussy is, how wet. The sugar of her juices linger on my tongue, and my cock throbs to have her grab it.

None of this is right.

I'm not supposed to want her like this. Need her.

I'm not supposed to crave her touch. But I fucking do, and I'm a weak man where beautiful women are concerned.

And fuck me if Bryn isn't the most beautiful woman I've ever met.

My usual cocky, demanding banter is absent at the moment, because all that's in my mind is need.

Especially when she slides her hand over my belly until my cock rests on the back of her hand. I bite down on my tongue involuntarily—coincidentally preventing me from uttering the plea that's on the tip of my tongue.

I can't stop my hips from lifting, my ass from flexing to push me upward against her hand.

A growl rattles my chest. "Bryn. Fuck ."

"What was it you said to me?" she whispers against my ear, breath hot, words hotter. "Oh yeah. I don't think fucking is an option right now, or you'd be buried inside me."

Her hand slips away, back down my quad, drifting upward along the inner side of my other leg. There's a brief hesitation, and then she cups my balls in her palm—I grunt at the sudden touch, my cock pulsing.

"You'd be so fucking big inside me, Rush," she whispers. "I'd be so fucking tight. How long do you think you'd last?"

"I could fuck you for ages, Gorgeous." I swallow hard, faking a casual, unconcerned tone that I in no way feel; I’m desperate for her to touch me.

"Ages?" She breathes. "I dunno. I think you're about to come right now, and I haven’t even touched you yet."

"You wanna find out how long I'd last inside you?" I say. "Don't test me, love. I'll have you up against the glass if you're not careful."

"Oh? You’re an exhibitionist, are you?"

She whips the jacket away, and now my cock is ramrod stiff in the air, bare and aching. She giggles at the sight of me, a sound of awed disbelief. “Rush, Jesus."

I grin at her. "What, sweetheart? See somethin' you like?"

Her gaze is rapt, hungry. "Fuck yes, I do." Reaching slowly, almost hesitantly, she finally, at long last, curls her fingers around my cock, and I can't even pretend to hold back a long, sighing groan of utter relief at her touch.

I reach for the jacket, but she keeps it out of reach, smirking at me. "Oh no. You want it? It's happening just like this."

She strokes me slowly, watching her hand slide down my length. I groan raggedly, clenching my muscles to keep from blowing already like a randy boy getting his first handy. She doesn't miss that, either.

"Holding back already, Rush? I thought you could fuck for ages?"

"Fuckin' witchcraft, I tell you," I mutter. “You've done something to me."

"Classic," she says, laughing, “blame it on the woman."

"Maybe there's just something about you,” I say.

She twists her hand around the head of my cock, then plunges her touch down to my root, pulses there a few times, and then strokes my length again. "You do have beautiful cock, though," she says.

"It'd look even better in your mouth," I say, brushing my thumb over her lips.

"Would it, you think?"

"Only one way to find out."

She lowers her face to my thigh, resting her cheek on my quad while pumping my length. "Ask me very nicely, Rush."

"Suck my cock, Bryn.” My voice is raw and ragged with need. “Please.”

She grins up at me, caressing my cock faster, now. My hips move on their own, my ass flexing as my cock pulses. I ache, I throb, I—fuck, I'm nearly there.

"Fuck, woman. I said, please. What more d'you want from me?" I growl. "I'm not gonna come on my belly like a fourteen-year-old who's just had his first wank.”

"Maybe I want that," she murmurs, jacking my length from tip to base—I can't help thrusting, now, and she settles into a rhythm, plunging her hand down as I thrust up. "Maybe I want to watch you come all over yourself, right here in this open compartment for anyone to see."

"Bryn," I growl, back teeth gritted as I fight for my fucking life, trying like hell to hold back when my orgasm is an imminent detonation throbbing in my balls and pulsing throughout the length of my cock.

"Fucking please , sweetheart. I need that pretty mouth on my cock. You want to watch me come? I’ll get us a room as soon's we get there and you can make me blow anywhere you want it to go.

On my belly, on the bed, on the sink…on your face, all over those perfect tits of yours. "

"You want to come on my tits?"

"No," I snap. I wrap my hand around her throat, holding without applying pressure. "Right now, I don't want anything. Right now, I need to come down this lovely throat of yours."

Her gaze softens at my touch, a hot grin curving her mouth at my words. "Show me how you want it, then, Rush."

"Say my name again, Gorgeous."

"Rush." It's a whisper.

"Once more," I breathe. "I like how you say my name. I like knowing my name is the last thing on your lips before they wrap around my cock."

"Oh fuck, you say such filthy things… Rush .”

And then her mouth is opening and her tongue flits against my tip, tickling my opening as she licks away the bead of precum, humming her approval at the taste of me. She strokes my shaft, and another bead drips out of me, and she licks that one away too.

God, I can't last much longer.

"Fuck, woman. I'm gonna come in a second. I've begged you every way I know how."

"Rush," she whispers, lips moving, brushing against my sensitive tip.

And then I'm sliding into her mouth, and I swear on everything holy, nothing has ever felt so good as that moment when I fill her mouth, when her lips wrap around me, and her wet, hot, tight mouth takes over.

"Fuck," I snarl, the word barely a breath. "Bryn. Jesus."

She lifts her eyes to mine, a smirk on her lips. God, that's so fucking sexy it hurts—that smile of hers, bright and bold and beautiful. She smiles as she takes me in her mouth. Eager. Hungry. Wild.

Her eyes flick to the window—a middle-aged couple passes our compartment just then, and they see us.

The woman’s eyes go wide as saucers, and she pushes her husband onward.

He resists, and she snaps something in German that I don't hear through the glass—and the roaring thunder of my runaway-train pulse.

Bryn grins, looking right at them as she slathers her suctioning lips down my shaft.

Now they're both stopped, watching. The woman’s mouth is hanging open, almost in awe, as Bryn takes all of me, backs away so my cock sways in the cool air, her saliva glistening on my length. The man says something to the woman—she gasps in shocked outrage, shoves him angrily onward.

She does take one last backward glance, though.

"What do you think he said?" she asks.

"Why doesn't she suck him off like that, probably,” I answer.

"Think she will?"

"If he's as lucky as I am, yes."

She caresses my length, watching her hand slide down, up, down, twisting around my base. I thrust into her hand, shaking all over as my orgasm wells up within me, pressing hard against my self-control.

"It's not lucky," Bryn whispers. "Make me come as hard as you did, and I'm pretty open to suggestions."