Authors: Lucy Felthouse
ATasteofLondon (4 page)
“But you haven’t—”
“Oh I will, don’t worry.”
He wasn’t going to argue with that. He moved his hand from
Rose’s clit and grabbed his cock, stroking it a couple of times before pressing
the head between her slippery pussy lips. He paused, hovering at her entrance
for a couple of seconds, trying not to move things too fast. However, Rose was
obviously totally fine with fast, because she hooked her legs around Ryan’s
legs, grabbed his arse and pulled him toward her, sinking his cock inside her
in one swift movement.
They both groaned and Ryan gasped, “Fucking hell, Rose, you
are so tight. And hot. And mmm—”
He was interrupted as she reached up and pulled his mouth to
hers once more. Ryan reached down and grabbed Rose’s hips for leverage as he
began to move inside her, picking up his pace as he felt her jerk forward to
meet him thrust for thrust.
He yelped as she dug her fingernails into his arse cheeks,
but complied willingly when she twisted her face away from his and whispered
into his ear, “Faster. Fuck me faster…harder…unnh!”
Her nails bit into his flesh as her head lolled back and she
writhed beneath him. The mixture of pleasure and pain made Ryan suck in a shaky
breath and close his eyes, hoping he’d be able to hold out long enough for her
to come.
He needn’t have worried. As he continued to pound into
Rose’s eager pussy, he felt it tighten around his shaft. Opening his eyes, he
looked down at his lover and saw that she had her eyes and mouth wide open and
moans of ecstasy spilled from her swollen lips. He pressed a kiss to her
forehead, then watched as her already pink cheeks grew darker and she squeezed
her eyes shut. “Oh…oh…oh… I’m gonna… Come with me, baby.”
Eager to comply, Ryan held on to her for dear life as he
fucked her as fast as he possibly could. He felt her cunt flutter around his
cock just as he felt the telltale tingle at the base of his spine and his balls
anticipated emptying into her.
Rose came with a guttural moan and the motions of her
internal muscles milking his shaft pushed him over the edge. He buried his
twitching cock deep inside her, balls pressed tightly against her skin as he
felt them spurt their load inside the latex.
Their combined groans, grunts and utterances of bad language
filled the air as they rode out their respective orgasms, before finally
tailing off into gasps for air. Ryan slumped, leaning his forehead on hers.
They grinned at each other as they bathed in the afterglow of their sexy deed.
Ryan quickly reached down to hold the base of the condom as he felt his
softening cock slip from Rose’s pussy.
“Phew,” Rose said, removing her hands from Ryan’s arse and
leaning back on the table. “That was definitely worth sneaking away for.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Ryan replied, turning away to snap
the condom off. In the absence of anywhere to put it, he placed it on the
farthest edge of the table Rose still sat on. “I’m just happy I was finally
able to return the favor from this morning.”
Rose grinned. “I am too. Although it was worth the wait.”
Ryan looked at the beautiful girl he’d just fucked in the
back room of a pub, mirrored her smile and said, “I couldn’t agree more.”
Chapter Five
Ryan checked his jeans pockets for the umpteenth time to
make sure he had everything he needed—phone, wallet, paperwork, tickets.
Everything else was in his backpack. He knew it was because he’d checked
several times before leaving the hostel to make sure he hadn’t left anything
behind.
Sighing at his own paranoia, he figured if he’d forgotten
anything now, then tough shit. He was already sitting on the Eurostar train
that was about to transport him to Paris, so he couldn’t go back now.
He slipped his mobile out of his pocket and fired a text
message to Kristian.
On the train now. Text me when you get to Gare du Nord.
See you later mate.
Flipping the switch to turn his phone onto silent—he wasn’t
in the quiet carriage, but he still wasn’t going to be the irritating bastard
whose phone went off—he put it back in his pocket and reached for the paperback
book on the table. He had about two and a quarter hours to kill, so he relaxed
into his seat and opened the book.
It was then that he happened to glance up and catch the eye
of the woman sitting a few seats down on the opposite side of the train.
Examining her further, Ryan came to the conclusion that she was some kind of
businesswoman. Either that or she just liked to dress like one. She didn’t look
away and they continued for several seconds in some kind of bizarre staring
contest, until she smiled and gave him a wink.
Ryan blinked.
That’s what happens when you stare too
long,
he thought. You start imagining things.
He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again. She was
still looking at him and this time Ryan knew he hadn’t imagined the wink, or
the smile. She’d shifted slightly in her seat and now had her legs open a
little. Not enough to see anything but enough for him to know that she wanted
him to look. Unless he was quite mistaken, she was giving him the come-on. His
cock stirred in his boxers, eager where his brain exercised caution.
Ryan looked around the carriage, stretching his neck so he
could see over the top of the seats. There weren’t many other passengers, but
there was still time, the train hadn’t departed yet. He looked at his watch.
They only had a minute or so to go and they’d be en route to Paris. What did
the hot businesswoman have in mind?
Turning his gaze back to her, he saw that she’d pulled her
skirt up a little and opened her legs wider, giving him a tantalizing glimpse
of her black underwear. He couldn’t tell for sure but it looked like silk or
satin. His cock swelled further and after double-checking that no one but the
sexy businesswoman could see him, he reached down and rearranged himself
through his jeans. She gave him what could only be described as a wolfish grin.
Almost predatory.
Confident now that she wanted to start something with him,
Ryan wondered again what she had in mind. Would she move seats so they could
wank each other off under the table? Did these trains have sleeper carriages
they could go and screw in? He had no idea.
Just then he heard the train’s outer doors closing and
glanced through the window, watching the signalman wave his little paddle.
He wondered if he’d arrive in Paris having had sex with a
gorgeous older woman on the train. He damn well hoped so.
As he watched her slide out of her seat, mouth the word
“toilet” at him and walk up the carriage, Ryan had a strong suspicion the
answer to that question was going to be a resounding yes.
Thankful that he’d replaced the condom in his wallet after
last night’s fun with Rose, Ryan was also incredibly grateful that he’d packed
the bumper box of condoms in his bag. At the rate he was going on this trip, it
looked like he was going to need them.
About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is a graduate of the University of Derby,
where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to
write an erotic story—so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked
back. Lucy is multi-published across many subgenres of erotica and erotic
romance and continues to try new subgenres and lengths of work in order to get
all the ideas in her head onto paper, and eventually out into the world.
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