StrangersonaTrain (5 page)

Chapter Five

Something had changed. Before Charlotte managed to open her
eyes, she sensed a distinct awkwardness. It took a moment to understand what
had caused it. First, she was alone in the compartment. Second, the train had
stopped.

So, he’d sneaked out during the night after all. Charlotte
covered her eyes with the crook of her elbow. She hadn’t even felt him leave
which meant she must have slept far deeper than she’d been used to. Had he
lingered at all to watch her sleep once he’d managed to extricate his body from
hers? Had he kissed any part of her face? Or had he simply thrown on his
clothes and left without a second glance?

She dragged herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. What
else did she expect? She’d wanted a real fantasy of fucking a stranger on the
train. It was meant to be a no-strings-attached affair at the end of which she
was going to walk away. The problem was that she wasn’t yet ready to call it
quits. And besides, hadn’t the guy himself told her that their affair would
last for the duration of the trip?

The train jolted then eased into acceleration. The familiar
rhythm of wheels on rails knocked an even greater sadness into shape. The
perpetual motion had become linked to the hot, uninhibited sex under the
scrutiny of a pair of the most penetrating blue eyes she’d ever seen. Her clit
twittered awake, shortly followed by tingling in her nipples. She could still
smell him. His damp skin, his hard dick. She could taste his lips on hers, feel
the dig of his fingers into the flesh of her ass.

Shit. She was already so aroused and eager to have him fuck
her all over again that she jumped off the bed when a knock sounded against the
door.

“Who is it?”

“The porter, ma’am. Your lunch order is here.”

Lunch? Had she slept half the day away?

“I didn’t order anything,” she yelled. The knocking
repeated.

For crying out loud, couldn’t people get a simple lunch
order delivered to the proper compartment? She scrambled into her silk robe,
tied the sash as tight as it would go around her waist and reached for the
doorknob.

“I didn’t order any—”

Next to the porter who held a tray of covered dishes stood
the man with the blue eyes. From the gleaming expression, she knew he’d been
dying to see the look on her face when she opened the door. Well, he got her
all right, so let him see that she was stunned that he’d not only returned but
had cared to bring food.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.”

“Ohh. Yes. Good afternoon. Uhm…”

“Just put it anywhere,” instructed her lover. He was fresh
shaven and looked so clean and suave that she felt slutty in comparison. While
she’d remained sticky and sweaty from the unforgettable fuck party, he’d put on
a crisp, fresh T-shirt.

Charlotte stepped out of the way and let the porter inside.

With utmost efficiency, he lifted up the folding table under
the window, rolled up the blind and arranged the plates. He uncovered the
dishes with theatrical flair.

“Just leave the tray outside the door when you’re done,” the
porter said to her lover, who handed him a tip.

“Thank you, sir,” the porter said and disappeared down the
corridor, his steps resounding in certain retreat.

Mr. Blue Eyes stepped to the doorway and paused there for a
moment, his gaze trailing the V-shaped opening of her robe to linger at the
knotted sash. The torturous perusal got her juices flowing and she felt a
distinct seeping in her pussy. The hardening nubs of her nipples began to feel
raw against the thin silk fabric.

Finally, he stepped inside and turned to shut the door. Only
then did she notice a black gift box in his hand, tied with a black satin bow.
Before she could stop herself, the giddiness of a girl about to get a gift had
already forced her to the tips of her toes. What was the matter with her? She
was a grown, professional woman. She forced her feet back on the ground before
he faced her.

Pins and needles began to make a whole lot of sense as
seconds ticked and they stood facing off. She found herself oddly tongue-tied.
Even though she absolutely refused to let her gaze drift to the box which he
now held by his side, she could not help it.

As if he was bored, he tossed the box on the bed. Horrified
at her lack of control, Charlotte watched the box land on top of the crumpled
sheets before she managed to redirect her eyes back to his face.

“Miss me?” he asked. The hard lines of his poker expression
acted like a switch in her body. With those two words, he’d snapped the reins
of control and flipped her into dire submission. She shuddered at her response
because she felt compelled to obey and worse, she took pleasure in it, so much
so that her whole body awakened with arousal.

She nodded her response. Better than to let her voice betray
the truth. She’d missed him more than a woman in her position should ever
admit. A guy like this should not know that she’d experienced near panic at the
thought of never seeing him again.

In two languid steps, he closed the distance between them,
took her hand and guided her to the table. He sat down and pulled her inside
the trap of his knees. The pressure of his long, powerful legs around hers
demonstrated his possession. She swallowed while her clit sent its familiar
echo down her legs.

“What did you miss?” he said. The serious tone pulled at her
truth like a tug of a chain. What was the point of playing games now?

“The smell of your skin. The way my fingertips feel when I
run them over your chest. Your touch and how every time you place your hands on
me, I feel like you own me.”

With every confessed word, Charlotte turned herself on even
more. He reached for her belt and yanked on the sash. She held her breath and
felt her heart begin to pound so loud that she looked down to see if the front
of the robe pulsed too.

When the knot untied, he pulled it free in slow motion.
Letting the sash drop, he reached up with both hands and separated the two
sides of the robe. His finger brushed the skin of her chest as he pulled the
cloth apart and pushed it past her shoulders until gravity took over. Even the
swish of the fabric as it pooled around her feet increased her arousal.

“They way I’m touching you now?” he said as his fingers
skimmed down the side of her ribs, her stomach, her hips, thighs, sliding
expertly to her ass where he splayed his hands over her cheeks, bit into her
soft flesh and pulled her closer until his warm breath caressed her breasts.

“Yes,” she bit off as her nerves crackled with desire.

“And what else did you miss?”

“Your mouth…”

“What about it?”

If she said it, it would spoil the effect and yet, she was
dying to feel his lips.

“What about my mouth?”

She let out a tense breath as her abdomen tightened in
anticipation. “The pressure of your lips when you suck in my nipple.”

“Ahh!” she gasped when he did as she’d described. Her hands
went automatically to his nape to hold his head in place. “The sound you make
when you let my nipple pop.”

He did just that and her knees gave out. Next moment, she
was pulled against him, sitting across his lap.

He grabbed a strawberry from the bowl of mixed berries and
popped it in his mouth. He pulled her head closer and her mellow body allowed
him to take charge. His lips covered hers and he pushed the strawberry into her
mouth.

The flavor burst over her tongue while his blue eyes filled
her vision. Never again would she be able to taste strawberries without
remembering the wonder in his gaze and the warm brush of his breath. She chewed
while he watched, his eyes scanning around her face. When she swallowed, he
reached back across the table and brought a small pastry to her lips. She
opened her mouth, bit into it and snapped it out of his grasp.

He let out a loud laugh and reached for more berries. She
chewed them messily and juice dripped down her lips and over her chin. He
dipped down and licked it off, the hard press of his tongue swiping over her
lower lip.

The mixed flavor of berries and his lips filled her with a
ravenous thrill. She wanted him. God, how she wanted him.

“Anything else?”

For a moment, she’d forgotten her ability to speak and she’d
forgotten so completely what they’d been talking about. Her confused look drew
him to brush a tendril of hair from her face.

“Anything else you missed about me?”

Before answering, she let the moment wash over her. She took
in the way she sat in his lap resting in the cradle of his locked arms. He held
her with intimate playfulness that made her giddy with youth and affection.
She’d witnessed the strength of those arms already and before the blush took
her cheeks, she stammered, “Your strength.”

“What of it?”

“The way you drove my body back and forth while I rode your
cock.”

His gaze held hers in an electric pause. Would he swing her
up in his arms and give her what she’d described?

He smiled and lowered his head to hers, his lips finding
hers. With a feather brush, he savored her. She relaxed into his warmth and the
luscious ministrations of his mouth. His fragrant breath caressed her face.

A part of the mission of this fantasy tryst was to remember
her sensuality and recharge her feminine batteries. Charlotte had believed that
success in a world dominated by men required that she turn herself into a
testosterone-driven bitch. She’d done it and she’d found success, but it was a
trip that exacted a grave price.

She’d hardened inside and found it difficult to relate to
people so, in turn, people kept her at a distance, men and women alike. Trust
came hard. Vulnerability even harder. She lived under the pressure of her own
expectations and the weight was getting harder and harder to carry. To go on,
she had to draw energy from her true feminine source. She had to reclaim her
womanhood.

Sensuality had opened the door and allowed her to see how
much she yearned for the female inside who wanted to submit to a male’s
strength, to trust and rely on his protection, his sheer destiny to provide for
her. To trust that he’d give what she asked of him because he too accepted his
role in this play, the role to make her happy.

Once a year, she pushed the testosterone-driven bitch aside
and let her femininity take over. This woman was strong enough to know what to
ask for and then surrender to the man willing to give it to her. The trick was
to let go completely. Like right now.

She noticed how the pressure of his lips heightened her
desire. Every time his velvet moistness imprinted another spot of her parted
lips, it was as if for the first time. Every touch sparked a renewed
sensitivity that created a demand for more. And every second added to the
pooling cream in her pussy.

When he lifted his head, she noticed the coolness on her
face as his breath drew away. Another thing to add to the catalogue of things
she missed about him.

She kept her eyes closed while she waited for his next move.
He gave a reassuring squeeze on her ribs.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he said.

His weight shifted and silverware clinked. Cool metal
touched the bottom of her lip. Another wave of arousal shot through her system.
It required utter trust to let this stranger put food into her mouth without
knowing what it was. She opened wider then closed her lips around the base of
the spoon. Sweet cream flooded her taste buds. She licked the spoon clean as he
drew it from her mouth. And then his mouth was on hers again, only this time,
it plundered and raided. His tongue stabbed into the cream-filled cavern to
share in the delicacy. Their tongues danced and twirled as vanilla sweetness
melted between them.

With their mouths locked, he stood up, lifting her along.
The change of gravity sent a thrill through her system as he so easily
demonstrated the strength she’d longed to submit to. After all, she was no
longer a skinny teenager. She’d put on a few pounds that plumped her ass,
widened her thighs and rounded her belly but all of that meant nothing to this
man who didn’t even skip a breath nor in any way get distracted from kissing
her while he glided across the compartment.

He laid her on the bed. For a moment, when he broke the
kiss, his forehead rested against hers. He hovered there, his breathing growing
harsher and signaling the battle to stay in control. He wanted her this much.

She trembled all over. A part of the purpose behind this
fantasy trip was to prove to herself that she could still get a man to the edge
of control. Charlotte let the victory wash over her as she tilted her head back
and caught his lips with her own. God, he tasted like a heady elixir. She could
savor that mouth of his all day long, and a day was all she had left.

As if her concern with the time they had left alerted him, he
gave himself over to the kiss, turning it into raw sensuality all over again. A
new drive fueled the mystery of two strangers unwilling to let anything get in
their way. Her arms skimmed down the front of his T-shirt. The heat of his skin
penetrated through the cotton fabric. She wanted to take the shirt off him but
that would mean breaking the kiss and she just couldn’t stop kissing him right
now.

Skimming under the hem, she bunched the shirt up enough to
get both of her hands on his flesh and run them up to the rough feathering of
hair over his hard pecs. When the muscles flexed under her touch, her pussy
creamed and her hips arched up to grind against his.

Caressing her cheek, he slowed out of the kiss and gazed
into her eyes for a moment before he lowered his mouth to her neck and
collarbone and… The whiff of cold air against her belly betrayed his move to
rise enough to snap his T-shirt off. When hot warmth closed around her nipple,
Charlotte’s head arched back as she dragged in and held a tattered breath.