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"Say please," I growl.

"Please," she begs, shameless and greedy. "Make me come, Rush. Please."

I push two fingers deep inside her clenching, pulsing pussy and fuck her with them, and my cock throbs at the wet squelch as my fingers drive through her clamping, squeezing channel. Fuck, I want to be inside her. Want it to be my cock instead of my fingers.

She grips my wrist with bruising strength. "Touch my clit, Rush. I'm there—I’m right there," she whispers, pleading. "Touch me, touch me, please-fuck touch me now, Rush."

Slick fingers smear against her clit, and she detonates instantly. A cry rips out of her throat, and I slam my mouth on hers to silence her, swirling my fingers against her as fast as I can, as fast as the awkward angle and limited space will allow. She writhes on me, thrashes, grinds, wailing into my mouth, pulling back with gritted teeth, head hanging, keening desperately as her orgasm leaves her shuddering and shaking.

I take her through her orgasm with slow circles, milking the last throes of climax until she drags my hand away, collapsing against me, panting raggedly.

After a minute or so of trying to catch her breath, she pulls away to look at me. “That was…unexpected." A grin. 'But amazing. Thank you."

I bark a surprised laugh. "You're thanking me? That was the hottest thing I've experienced in a long time. You're sexier when you come than you've any right to be." I brush a thumb over her cheeks. "You're fuckin' adorable when you blush."

The conductor strolls past at that moment, frowning at the sight of Bryn straddling my thigh. He raps on the glass with a foreknuckle, shaking his head.

Bryn giggles and slips off me, curling against my side in mortification, face buried against my arm.

He moves on, and we both burst into laughter.

I shift on the bench, trying to be subtle about adjusting myself.

Not subtle enough.

"Problem?" Bryn asks, her eyes locked on mine.

"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.