He whispered in her ear, “Come with me.”

She couldn’t resist.

His touch, feather-like against her skin, caressed her into submission as she followed him. His arms wrapped around her waist and kept her near his body. His warmth enveloped her in a sense of security. She melted in his arms and let him lead her. Her eyes focused on the way his hands trailed figures down her forearm.

The lights flickered around them as they rushed out of the hallway. Her hair billowed behind them and touched his arm lightly as they turned a corner and exited through a door. She breathed in deeply and he gave out a chuckle. She smiled at him weakly and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Where are we going?” She asked. Her voice was so soft that it seemed as if it was only a breeze that passed by through his ears. He tipped his head and gently kissed her forehead. His shaggy brown hair stuck out in all directions and she slightly giggled at the sight when he pulled back. He gently smiled at her and tugged at her hand playfully.


It was so simple yet she knew what was going to happen next. She took a sharp inhale of breath as they reached the outside in a blur. The sights and sounds of the city were like a slap to her senses. She closed her eyes tightly and proceeded to follow him closely. He turned slightly towards her and gave her an impish grin; his green eyes twinkled with mischief.

They were nearing the train station, she noticed. She stumbled upon the stairs going down but was quickly caught around the waist by the man she was with. She blushed slightly at his concerned stare as he took a loose stray of dark hair and tucked it behind her ears. “Are you alright?” He whispered.

Yes.” Her voice soft and inviting, her brown eyes reflected an innocent need for something that only he could satiate.

He took her hand once again in his and directed her to the ticket booth. He bought two tickets and dragged her towards the platform. They waited for the train in silence with his arm wrapped around her shoulders and her head resting against his chest.

“What’s your name?” She asked timidly.

He smiled at her. “Michael. What’s yours?”


Without another word, they anticipated the arrival of the train. The sound of it screeching to a halt shook them from their reveries. She was quickly ushered inside of the train and was pulled aside towards one of the vacant seats. She shyly tucked her skirt under her and watched as Michael nonchalantly took a seat next to her.

She cleared her throat.

“Um,” she looked at him under her dark lashes. He arched an amused brow at her and grinned.

“You’re coming home with me,” he said smoothly as if it was perfectly normal to say to someone you just met. She stared at him incredulously and blinked owlishly. “Because I like you and…” He gently squeezed her hips as he teasingly whispered to her. She squeaked. “… you like me.”

And with that, he swooped down and captured her lips to his own.

She wasn’t given a chance to respond as her lips were quickly parted by a surprised gasp. The shock slowly dissipated after a few more coaxing of his tongue against hers and she finally leaned into his kiss. Her hands flew towards his face and neck as he enveloped her with his mouth.

Their breaths mingled, their heartbeats raced, and their body warmed as they explored each other. Not noticing the few eyes that darted towards the spectacle they were giving out to the other late night passengers, Michael splayed his long slender fingers across Adrienne’s leg and itched its way towards her inner thigh. She shivered at his touch.

“What do you say, Anne?” He murmured as he bit her lower lip. She moaned and clutched at his shoulders for balance. “Mine?” He playfully asked her as he drew small circles across her exposed skin.

She couldn’t think. It was as if all her senses were on overdrive but focused solely on him. She shuddered and nodded her head, dimly noting the possessive glint in his green eyes.


She knew that that one word sealed her fate as she was hoisted up to his lap with her legs at either side of his. She blushed and hastily looked around, finally noting that there were people in the train and they were all watching the progress.


“Shh,” he silenced her with a kiss on the shoulder. A gentle nip, a quick caress and a soft tug, he released her breasts from the confines of her dress. Her lips formed a breathless oh as the tips of her nipples came into attention. “These,” he grabbed her breasts. “—are” He grasped them. “Mine.” He squeezed for emphasis.

She arched her back and moaned.

“You’re so responsive,” he chuckled lowly and nibbled at her exposed skin, her neck tilting more to the side for easier access. “I like that.”

Her head fell to his shoulders as he tweaked her nipples; her mouth opened slightly, gasping for breath. “Tell me what you want, Anne.” His voice sounded strained, she noticed, but has quickly forgotten about it as his arousal poked her back incessantly. “Tell me.

“I want—” His fingers teased her clothed heat, gently easing in and out through her knickers. “—I want you!” She choked out.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he gritted out as he tore her knickers from her crotch. Her eyes closed tightly and heard him unzip his pants. “I have to have you now.”

Completely forgetting where they were, he pushed her dress away exposing her to hungry views and positioned himself at her warmth. He crushed his lips against hers as he entered her. They simultaneously moaned as they bucked against each other.


She clutched at his arms and went up and down on his lap. She moaned and clenched around him and he was groaning because she was warm, wet, tight and—

She convulsed around his pulsing member and quickened her movements. He met her thrust for thrust, plunging steadily in her. She was moaning his name over and over again and he barely registered that people were starting to lessen in the train and that their stop was near.

Anne,” he hissed. He was near.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and she leaned back towards him. She threw her head back from the pleasure building up inside of her. She shuddered in his arms as she let out one last throaty moan and his name past her lips. He briefly followed her and bit her shoulder, leaving a mark.

His hands soothingly rubbed her back as they came down from their high. He fixed her dress and zipped up his pants when the train came into a full halt. Adrienne stood up meekly and flushed as she tried to avoid the stares that came her way. Michael smirked and gave them all a firm nod.



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