Naked (17 page)

“How do you feel about me demonstrating my exceptional skills?”

She tensed, looking behind them. There was barely anyone on the train. It was the second to last one of the night, and the farther north they traveled, the more people got off. And he’d purposely chosen this spot because there wasn’t anyone sitting in front of them. Unless the conductor strolled out of his cabin, no one but the universe would know what they were doing.

“Here?” she whispered.

He reached out, placing his palm on her thigh. “Right here. Right now.”

She blew out a shaky breath, but just as he’d hoped, she didn’t resist. Instead, she let one leg fall to the side, granting him access to the sweet spot between her legs.

Desire gripped him, and this time, he couldn’t stop the blood from rushing to his cock.

The fabric of her skirt was soft, but the sheer stockings were even softer when he slipped his hand underneath. The lace edging scraped along his palm as he traveled closer to his destination.

She’d been so responsive that night in the parking lot and this morning when he’d shown up at her place and she’d spread her legs for him…She got off on public displays.

He looked straight ahead, out into the tunnel as his fingers squeezed the soft skin of her thigh. She repositioned herself on the seat, sitting up so she could spread her legs even wider.

“Put one leg up.”

She did as he’d asked and placed her right foot on the small lip along the bottom of the train. It opened up her pussy and he was able to swipe his finger down the center of her folds, right where the crotchless panties exposed her lush skin.

She sucked in a breath at his touch, her right hand fisting against her thigh.

He continued his languid movements when the train slowed and the doors sang their opening. He shot a look to their left. Luckily, no one got on in front of them, but he heard the shuffle of people walking in and out behind them. Then the warmth of someone’s back taking the seat directly behind them. He heard the faint beat of music, realizing the person wouldn’t be able to hear anything.

He returned to his actions, this time, dipping his finger between her folds and finding her wet. He slipped inside easily, wasting no time thrusting in two fingers, his palm rubbing against her clit.

A glisten of sweat now accumulated along her hairline from the hard contractions of her chest. And she gulped down a hard swallow when he pushed the pads of his two fingers against the walls of her pussy, using slow circular motions to bring her pleasure.

She said his name on a whisper, her head falling back as she moaned low. The sound rolled over his body like thunder across the sky, a hard and intense rumble acknowledging just how much she affected him.

They were two stops away from the end of the line. If he was going to get her ready for his cock later, he needed to step up his game. Although he had a feeling later wasn’t too far away. He might have to have her again in the truck.

He removed his fingers, using the wetness to circle her clit. She jerked in the seat as he continued his movements, dipping his fingers inside every few seconds, changing up the pace, and teasing her pussy until her hands grabbed his and pressed it harder into her body.

She rode his hand, grinding her pelvis as she sucked in four staccato breaths until her body tensed and she came, a full-body shudder that she didn’t bother to hide. She embraced it, her head falling back and she groaned out, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” She repeated it over and over until her chest settled, her breathing steadied. “I don’t…”

He took it as a good sign that she couldn’t even string words together.

But her utter exhilaration only made his cock throb harder inside his pants. He needed inside this woman. Desperately. And he couldn’t wait until they got to his truck.

When the doors opened at the end of the line, he grabbed her hand, practically pulling her behind him until he could find somewhere, anywhere, for them to be alone.

Then he found it, the shiny metal door to a single bathroom.

He huddled her inside and poked his head out for one last look of privacy, then locked them in.

She had settled her bottom against the sink. The bathroom was dank. Damp. The worst possible place for him to take her, but she had the same desperation in her eyes. She was still visibly shaken from her orgasm on the train and the sexual tension crackling between them was too much to ignore.

The dirty subway bathroom was going to have to do the job.

“This isn’t a dark corner.” She smiled, that teasing smile that always curved at the side of her lips when she was thinking something dirty.

“It will have to do.” His hands found the fly of his jeans and he pulled down the zipper. “I want those legs around my hips and those heels pressing into my back.” He reached inside, pulling his cock out of his boxer briefs. It was a tight squeeze but he’d managed. “And I want that pussy squeezing my cock so hard, I can come without even moving.”

Her eyes flared with excitement as she watched him stroke himself. Her lush pink tongue darted out, making a quick swipe of her bottom lip as her eyes lingered on his erection.

“And what are you thinking, Ms. Violet?”

She gulped. “I want to suck your cock.”

She had no idea how much he wanted that. But not here. Not like this. She wasn’t getting on her knees in this bathroom.

But you can fuck her against a sink? Real classy, Young.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Next time. I don’t want you on your knees in here.” He slipped a condom out of the leather.

“You came prepared.” She gave him a teasing grin.

He forced the wallet back into his pants and stepped toward her, crowding her into the sink. “After the parking lot, I have condoms stashed everywhere.”

She giggled.

He ripped the foil and let it fall to the ground. He couldn’t sheath himself fast enough. He couldn’t get inside her fast enough. But when he looked down, his blood heated at the sight of her perfect pussy and how the crotchless panties framed her swollen lips.

He grabbed her hips and lifted, settling her on the sink. Luckily, her skirt was long enough to act as barrier between her and the porcelain.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and with one hand, he guided himself inside her, letting the moan that fell from her lips wrap him in the moment. Because this was the only gentle touch she was going to get. He wasn’t going to take this slow. He couldn’t. And he knew she was on board when she dug her heels into his back and squeezed him closer.

With his hands clenching her ass as leverage, he pumped, hard, fast. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the small room. Barely audible curses fell from her lips as her hands grasped and clawed at him.

The need for this woman, the severe want, was overwhelming. He’d never been so turned on that he’d had to stop in a public bathroom just to fuck. But Violet made him want to stop the world from spinning just so he could delight in her body. To stop time and savor every moment because he knew they had an expiration date.

“Noah!” she moaned his name against his neck.

He grabbed the sides of her face, planting his lips against hers.

“Noah…please.” Her face scrunched up like she was in pain, but he knew it was just concentration. She was on the edge of coming, squeezing and tensing as best she could to reach the pinnacle. So he did what any gentleman would do. He pulled out and bent, swiping his tongue up her folds then clamped his lips over her clit and sucked. Hard. Then he flicked his tongue against her swollen skin and when she screamed out, her eyes rolled back and her body convulsed in the most delicious way while her legs vibrated on opposite sides of his face.

He didn’t wait for her to finish her climax. He thrust his cock back inside and reveled in the contractions of her pussy as she milked his cock with her orgasm.

She breathed heavily against his chest, matching his own labored pants. Seconds later, he followed, spilling into the condom and grunting against the pink silk scarf that smelled like her. Like coconut and the beach.

But he had no chance to revel in the moment. She yelped when the sound of cracking porcelain echoed between them. His cock sprung free from her vise grip and he had to think quick on this feet, catching her before she fell on her ass to the dirty floor.

Silence surrounded them for a moment, until they both burst out laughing, their bodies shaking with a different kind of pleasure.

Through the fit of giggles, he eased her down, letting her catch her balance as they both straightened.

Their sexual encounters kept getting hotter. More urgent. And technically, they hadn’t even been fully naked. But nakedness was overrated when the need for another human being was so great you were willing to do anything just to hear your name on their lips.

“We need to make a run for it,” he laughed his words into her cheek in between kisses as he pulled her closer. “Before we get arrested for destruction of property.”

She smiled up at him. “The only thing you’re getting arrested for tonight, Noah, is possession of a dangerous weapon.” She batted her eyelashes. “Because what you can do with that cock should be illegal.”

He snorted out a laugh. It amazed him how they could go from ferocious sexual tension to comfortable banter within seconds. This woman was always surprising him.

This relationship, if you could call it that, was supposed to be casual. An easy way to interact with another human being instead of being alone inside his house. But his need for Violet was mounting, even though he was trying his best not to get in too deep, because her secrets just might be the things that crushed him.

Chapter 14

Violet was convinced sex made people infinitely happier. Sex could solve the world’s problems. Maybe even bring world peace. It was highly unlikely that it would cure her own problems, but it sure as hell was fun pretending it could. Even if it was only for a few weeks.

As she squeezed her thighs together in the waiting area of Inked, her entire body heated. Just the thought of last night…of Noah’s hands on her body. Of her orgasm on the subway. Of the good fucking she’d gotten in a public bathroom. She pulled the scarf at her neck, needing to give herself some relief. Every minute with Noah was hot. Her body literally overheated with want. Burning with a need she’d never experienced. It was exactly as Roxy had always described. Utter bliss. And she was feeling it.

With Noah.

And she had no idea how she was going to give it up in two weeks.

“You look different.”

The baritone voice brought her back to the present, a place she’d rather not be when she had the vivid memories of the best sex session of her life. Ari, the hot tattoo artist, was behind the counter again, eyeing her with a raised brow.

“Just got a good night’s sleep.”

He smiled, but he still gave her a sidelong glance as if he didn’t believe her.

Nothing had made her feel more alive, more present, and more powerful. Noah was definitely in charge, but despite the control she’d relinquished with him, she’d learned there was power in giving herself over, in giving in to her desires, in letting go of her fears. She had never been so exposed, despite being fully clothed.

She’d woken up this morning, butterflies of excitement still in her stomach but with a nervousness she’d never experienced. She didn’t know what to do other than phone Harper and ask if she could stop by. She’d finished her homework, after all.

“Well, well.” Harper let the white door swing behind her as she stood on the opposite side of the counter, just watching her. Her hair was light pink today instead of the fuchsia it had been last week. “That looks like the face of woman who’s been fucked real good.”

Heat traveled up Violet’s neck and her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“I knew it,” Ari said from the register where he was cashing out a customer who had turned to stare at her with a smirk.

“Look at you.” Harper pointed. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without your shoulders touching your ears.”

Violet stood and walked closer, letting the muffled sound of the tattoo gun settle over her body.

When she was close enough, Harper wrapped her arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward the back. “Let’s go. We have lots to talk about.”

She grabbed a cream soda on the way to her makeshift office and, once again, yelled at Luke, who grunted back his response. There was so much innuendo with these two. So much to read between the lines and Violet feared she’d never be experienced enough to get it.

Maybe she’d ask Noah if she could spend more time with his friends. She desperately wanted to get a closer glimpse of the coworkers.

The room hadn’t changed much in the days since she’d been here. But this time, a white backdrop was stretched out across the far right wall with the red chaise lounge front and center.

“I knew you’d be a good student.” Harper walked over to her usual seat at the small metal table. She gathered up a handful of makeup brushes that were lying on a row of paper towels.

“Did you hear from Noah?” Violet wrung her hands in front of her body.

They were best friends. Maybe he’d have said something to Luke, too. It was at this moment, waiting for Harper to respond, that she realized she
wanted
him to talk about her. She wanted him to tell people he was giving her the best sex of her life. Although she wasn’t sure he knew that.

Harper banged the ends of the brushes on the table with a sharp movement. “Noah doesn’t kiss and tell.” She slid out of the seat and headed to the makeup mirror, putting the brushes into a red cup. When she looked back, her smile widened with the tiniest hint of mischief. “So…” Her breasts were squeezed into the tiniest tank top Violet had ever seen. The lotus flowers on her shoulder were particularly brilliant against the black fabric. She leaned her bottom against the makeup table and crossed one stiletto-clad foot over the other. “How did it make you feel?”

How did it make me feel?