**happy monday all, feedback always appreciated**
The train rushes through the dark tunnels swaying back & forth, he has one arm around her shoulders holding her close to his chest. The train breaks dangerously at Grand Street station & the rest of the passengers on their cart get off. The doors close & their empty subway cart begins to make its way forward towards the Manhattan bridge. Her hand suddenly makes its way up from his knee to his crotch.
“I ever tell you how I wanna do it on the subway” she mumbles, the heat of the alcohol in her veins making her braver then she would otherwise be.
“You have” he answers smiling.
“Well, you wanna do something about it?” she asks pulling away from him twisting around in her seat to look into his eyes. He can see she’s a little more intoxicated than she should be, but her smile is genuinely her own, as she slinks one leg over his, straddling him on the orange train seats. He mumbles her name as she begins to grind herself on his crotch.
They had been fooling around with each other all night at the club. Kissing hard, grabbing at each other, & dancing with no room between them. They had attempted to get into a rest room together at one point, but there were too many people around. Eventually the heat between them got too distracting to continue pretending they weren’t about to consume one another, so they said their goodbyes & headed out into the empty street guiding each other to the train station waiting for the D train. Her hand was on his thighs the moment they sat down. With no one too close around them, it wasn’t obvious to anyone when she would sneakily stroke him through his pants as their train rushed them back to Brooklyn.
Now she wasn’t sneaking around, her lips besides his ear as she continued to grind on him. “Common baby, lets make a memory, why don’t you put yourself inside me” she whimpers, licking his ear & biting his earlobe hard. He digs his fingers into her hips holding her roughly, guiding her up & down his hardening shaft beginning to strain against the zipper of his jeans.
“God” he grunts hard & stands up, picking her up & moving them to the corner of the cart. She stands in front of him, & squats down between his knees undoing his belt & pulling down his zipper.
“Don’t touch the ground” he reminds her, holding on to her arms to steady her from the tipping train.
His cock is between her lips in a moment & disappears into her mouth with no resistance. Whenever she has a little more to drink her mouth & throat became a warm, wet, relaxed cushion & he intakes a breath as she comes up his shaft sucking on his dick hard. In moments he’s stiffer then a pole & pulls a condom out of her tiny purse. She stands back up & turns her back to him.
He helps her undo her tight jeans & drags them slowly down under her ass cheeks, which perk up with the waistband below them. With the edge of her coat hanging over her waist from the front, someone looking over couldn’t have told her pants were below her hips unless actually taking a close look at her.
He holds the base of his dick straight up as she lowers herself down a little, grazing her wet slit against his tip, soaking it in her juices. He can feel its warmth against his dick. Placing his hands on her waist he pushes her down & begins impaling her. She moans loudly, the loud rush of the train tracks mudding up the primal sounds escaping her lips as she slides up & down on his cock slowly. It could *almost* looks like she’s just casually sitting on his lap if her face wasn’t giving away her pleasure. Her wetness remain on his cock as she begins to glide faster, the sounds of her pussy filling his ears. His balls tighten as she keeps working his cock gripping it tighter & tighter & he breaths out hard & slow leaning his head back against the wall behind him. With his hands still on her hips, he takes a bit of control, slowing down her pace.
Grabbing her hair into his hand he pulls her head back & rasps into her ear “slow down babe” she complies, a laugh escaping her lips, they were underground now the train rushing to their station, but he continues slowly thrusting his hips up into her.
“Are you close?” He mutters through his clenched jaw.
“Not really” she admits, he’s a little disappointed.
“Whiskey pussy” he scowls at her & she just makes an agreeable sound, “that’s ok, I’ll have plenty of time with you at home” he threatens & holding her hip hard, he thrusts into her with all his might only concerned with his own pleasure now.
He lets go of her hair, & grabs her other side, pounding her pussy violently. If someone walked into their cart at that moment, there was no denying their actions now. She holds on to a pole with one hand & the wall with the other to support herself as he slams into her harder & harder greedily savoring the wetness rolling down his balls.
“I’m gonna cum” he lets her know. “Do it babe” she groans.
He grabs her face & twists her upper body around so her face is almost facing his & kisses her deeply right as his balls release for the first time. As he groans into her mouth, she continues the kiss for him. Their bodies are pressed hard again each other, spooning standing up, his orgasm freezing him in place, so she continues to move forwards & back milking the last bits of his pleasure out of him, satisfied with herself.
The train is still speeding through the underground & he collapses into their seat still inside of her, holding on to her tightly pressing his face into her shoulder, kissing her neck, & hugging her tightly. She’s the sober one now trying to pull away & fix them before their train reaches the next stop, laughing as he refuses to let go of her.
“I love you” he mumbles.
“I love you too” she reminds him, “but right now you have to get out of me” she laughs delighted.
“I never want to get out of you” he says tightening his hug, but suddenly their train begins to slow down & the underground is lit up by their arrival to the station.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/npgbs6/brooklyn_bound_mfpublic