Subway Girl (3 page)

I looked into his deep green eyes. “I’m wet for you, Rivers.”

“Christ.” His mouth took mine hard. He sank his teeth into my bottom lip before lapping it with his tongue. He pulled back just enough to tell me, “Say it again.” His lips tickled mine when he spoke.

“I’m wet for you. You make me so fucking wet it’s dripping down my legs.”

“Shit. I could take you on this table.” His grip tightened around my waist and on my arm. “I want you to come for me.” I started to close my eyes and he shook me. “No. Eyes stay open. Look at me. I want to see you come. I want to know I did it to you and I want you to look at me and know it’s my fingers in your pussy making you come.” His fingers still moved over my swollen clit.

“I’m close,” I panted. “I’m so close.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Um…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, Julia. It’s okay. Just tell me what feels good. What will make your body release?”

“Okay…put…put two fingers inside me.” I let out a loud moan when his fingers slipped inside. Rivers covered my mouth with his to swallow the sound. “Oh, God, I’m so close.” I bucked my hips against his fingers. “Use your thumb,” I panted, “Use it to rub my clit while you fuck me with your fingers.”

Rivers pulled his fingers almost all the way out of my slit before shoving them back in. He did that several times and when his thumb rubbed over my clit…it was over. My body tensed a second before the sound ripped from my throat. That second was the only indication Rivers had to cover my mouth. He let go of my hand and place his hand over my mouth. The entire time his gaze never left mine.

My body rode the wave of ecstasy. It crashed into me over and over again. The orgasm was so intense my body was wracked with violent tremors. Minutes after it was over I still had waves of electrical currents shooting between my legs.

“Damn.” He still looked in my eyes. “You’re still shaking.” I gave him a small smile. I could feel my cheeks turn pink and broke his gaze. “Wait. Don’t do that. Look at me.” My eyes darted to his. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Definitely not something to be embarrassed about.”

I smiled again. This time a real smile. “Okay. It’s just…that was new.”

“What was?”

“All of it. The restaurant. A man I don’t know. Someone watching”

“Really? I understand the restaurant and a strange guy, but if I had you in my bed,” he shook his head, “I’d watch you orgasm all the fucking time. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Julia.”

“Oh, and one more thing that was new.” He raised a brow when I didn’t continue. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before.”

“Shit,” he groaned.

We made our way to the bathrooms to clean up before starting our meal. We stood in the hall waiting for our turn. Rivers held my hand in his. He turned it over and traced the patterns of lines on my palm.

“Are you in to palm reading?” I asked quietly.

He met my gaze. His fingers still trailed over my hand. “No. Are you?”

I shook my head and smiled. He looked down and chuckled. “Oh. Yeah, I guess it does look like I’m reading your palm or some shit like that doesn’t it?”

I bite the corner of my bottom lip and shrugged a shoulder. “It feels good whatever it is.”

A lady exited the women’s restroom and I pulled my hand from
Rivers’ and smiled. “I’ll meet you back at the table.”

I turned and walked through the door when a force from behind propelled me forward. I stumbled. A hand grabbed my upper arm to steady me at the same time the door closed and locked. I turned and looked into the darkened green eyes of Rivers.

“I’m sorry,” he said and then his mouth crushed mine. His tongue slipped inside and swirled around my mouth, gliding against my tongue and covering it with his taste. A taste I was beginning to recognize, to crave.

The bathroom was actually two rooms. A stall where the toilet was and an outer room where the sink and a small chair and table were. It was as tastefully decorated as the rest of the restaurant and impeccably clean.

“I’m so sorry,” Rivers mumbled against my throat.

“For what?” I rasped.

“I’m not sure if this is better or worse than the subway. I wanted our next time somewhere nice. Classy.” He backed me toward the chair in the corner as he talked. His lips never left my body. He alternated between nipping my skin and kissing the spot afterward. “After watching you in the booth I have to have you again.”

I pulled his head to mine and kissed him. When I pulled back and looked into his eyes I said, “Tell me what you want.”

A small smile touched his lips. “I want you to sit in the chair with one leg over each arm so you’re spread open for me. I want to see you. All of you. Then I want to bury myself in you. I want to taste your juices. I want to make you come again until your juices are dripping from my lips. And when I’m done, I want to bend you over that table and take you from behind while I watch your face in the mirror. After you come again—tightening around my cock—I’m going to come inside you. And judging by the way my cock feels right now. I’m going to fucking explode. That’s what I want.”

I blinked at him a couple of beats. I wasn’t prepared for his very detailed and graphic answer. Then I smiled at him and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I love a man who knows what he wants,” I murmured.

I sat down in the chair and Rivers helped me put my legs over the arms of the overstuffed chair. He knelt in front of me and reached forward to grip my hips. He nudged me forward, until I was right on the edge of the seat.

He ran his fingers down the inside of each thigh before he touched my sex. Rivers touched everywhere, softly gazing at each inch of me. I watched him. His eyes were soft, liquid. He glanced up at me quickly and then bent his head forward and sucked my clit into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over it and then sucked on it gently.

As soon as his mouth touched me an ache built. The familiar heat warmed me, heated me to a level I thought I’d internally combust. Rivers knew how to work his tongue. Between licking and sucking my clit and rolling his tongue around it, I was writhing in the chair in seconds, my heavy breathing loud in the room.

“Rivers,” I breathed and threaded my fingers through his hair.

His head lifted and he looked at me. His eyes were glassy and he had a dazed looked on his face, one I’m sure was mirrored on mine. “Do you want me to stop?”

“What?”

“You called my name. Do you want me to stop?”

“God, no! Don’t stop.”

He smirked and buried his head in my pussy again. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against my swollen pussy lips. His breath tickled in a way that made me squirm in a whole new way. I moaned and scooted closer to the edge of the seat.

Rivers pumped his tongue in and out of my slit. He flicked it against my insides and pulled sounds from me I should have been embarrassed uttering but didn’t give a hot damn about at the time. I just didn’t want him to stop. I was on the fast track to an orgasm and it was going to be huge if the heaviness in my belly and tits were any sign.

I held Rivers’ head to me with one hand. My fingers ran through his hair. Sometimes fisting and pulling with the feelings he created in me.

His tongue continued to flick in and out of my pussy when he reached up and massaged my breasts. He pushed his hands under my top and bra. He alternated between twisting my hard nipples and pulling on them and it drove me wild. My hips bucked. I moaned and my head rolled back and forth on the back of the chair.

“Look at me, Julia,” he ordered. I looked down at him between my legs. His lips glistened from my juices. “Don’t come.”

“I—”

“Are you close, baby?”

“Yeah,” I moaned.

Rivers pushed back on his heels. He kept a hand on me, or rather
in
me, the entire time he undid his pants. He stood and yanked them down one handed. His erection burst free, hard and ready.

With one arm he swiped the magazines off the table next to the chair. He took a little more care with lamp and potpourri. Then he helped me stand up. He held me close to him and kissed me deep and thoroughly. “Taste that sweetness, baby? That’s you. You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day.”

His words pull a moan from me and I fisted my hand in the front of his shirt. He loosened my hand and gently turned me around and pushed me forward so I was bent over the table. He kneed my legs apart. “Spread for me, Julia. I want to see myself going into you.”

“God, you’re going make me come right now if you don’t stop talking like that.”

He chuckled and pushed up my skirt. I watched him in the mirror in front of me. He guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy and let it rest there a beat while he glanced up to make sure I was watching. He gave me a half grin before he looked down where our bodies would join. He thrust hard and buried himself deep inside me. I gasped his name and came. The walls of my pussy tightened around him, squeezing and grabbing at his cock. My body tensed and I arched my back as the waves of excruciating pleasure rocked through me.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed when I could finally speak. I looked at him in the mirror. His face held a soft smile.

“For what?”

“You said…I tried not to, but you didn’t give me any warning—”

He chuckled and thrust inside me deep and hard a second time. I gasped and gripped the edge of the table until my fingers turned white. “I knew you’d come. That’s why I did it. I wanted to see you surprised. And you were beautiful, like I knew you would be.” He rammed inside me again and I moaned. “You like that don’t ya? A little hard? Just a little rough?” He thrust inside me to make his point.

“Yeah. Sometimes.”

He pulled almost completely out of me and then rammed forward, burying his cock as deep as possible. He raised an arm above us and rested his hand on the mirror for leverage as he continued to thrust inside me. I felt his body start to vibrate. The arm wrapped around my waist shook and squeezed me tighter to him. His fingers dug into my flesh.

“You gonna come for me, Rivers? Hmm? You feel so good ramming your cock inside my pussy. Does it feel good to you?”

He grunted an answer.

I looked at him in the mirror. The tendons in his neck were corded and his shoulders were tight. “You close? You gonna come? I want you to come for me. Look at me in the mirror. Show me your eyes. I want to watch you come inside me.” His gaze immediately snapped to mine and a tremor started in his body. I saw
his teeth bite down on his full bottom lip to hold in a groan, but a deep growl ripped from low in his throat anyway.

He dropped a few open mouth kisses across my shoulders before he moved my hair out of the way. He sucked on the back of my neck before he kissed it and laid his forehead on the spot. “What have you done to me?”

“What do you mean?” I turned to face him and pushed my skirt down while Rivers redid his pants.

“I’ve never…I don’t do…I’ve just never met anyone like you before. This is going to sound stupid and I’ll probably scare you away when I tell you, but I was raised in Louisiana. I had a nanny who was heavy in the voodoo arts. She told me I would go years looking for my other half only to leave behind a string of women. She told me I’d get to a place in my life where I’d give up on love and just use women for companionship. Then one day
“The One”
would walk into my life and everything would change like that.” He snapped his fingers in the air. “She said in one breath I’d feel like there was no such thing as love and in the next I’d know the true meaning.”

I looked at him and tried to understand exactly what he was saying. “Are you saying I’m
“The One?”

He laughed. A deep rich sound that made butterflies swarm in my chest. “Hell, I don’t even know if I think my nanny was sane, forget about
“The One.”
I’m just saying, when I got on that subway car today I was done with relationships and when I got off it with you I’d changed my mind.”

“We hardly know each—”

“Yeah, we hardly know each other. Except I know you have a heart shaped freckle on your left ass cheek that can make me hard just thinking about it. And the way you sound when you come makes me want to make you orgasm again and again just to hear you.”

I pushed away from him. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“I know. But isn’t that what the whole dating, relationship thing is for? Getting to know each other? I guess I’m trying to figure out if there’s a chance when I walk away from you tonight I’ll get to see you again.” When I didn’t answer right away one side of his mouth tipped up into a half grin. “Without resorting to stalking and private investigators.”

I laughed and pushed my hair behind my ear. “No stalking necessary. I was hoping this wasn’t just a hook-up for you, because this definitely isn’t my normal behavior. I generally get a guy’s name before I have subway sex with him.” I pursed my lips to hide a grin.

Rivers chuckled. “Duly noted. And just so we’re clear, tonight isn’t my norm, either. Um…I’m gonna,” he pointed to the door, “go to the room across the hall and let you do whatever it is girls do in here. It must be different than us guys. We don’t have a chair and table with this smelly wood stuff on it.” He looked at the potpourri and made a face before he put it back on the table. He picked up the magazines and spread them out on the table like they’d been before we ransacked the place. “Okay, I’ll, uh, meet you at the table.”