Overworked

by Dark Angel

  Finally, I make my way across, practically running. I should feel ridiculous—this is so not me. But I need to talk to her. Ask her to dinner like I should have two fucking months ago.

  I hit the stairs leading down to the platform, and see bright blonde just ahead boarding the train. I don’t think I’ll make it before the doors slide shut. But that’s not acceptable. I dodge and push through people, ignoring the dirty looks and dirtier comments tossed my way, and slip into the car just in time.

  “Adrienne!”

  She’s across the car, standing and holding onto a pole, her eyes wide as she stares at me in shock.

  I push through the crowded train to get to her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  I smile, just glad that I finally found her, and take her hand. “I need to talk to you.”

  The shiver that courses through her at my touch radiates back through my own body. It was like this in my apartment too. My body simply aware of hers, every touch electric. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and we didn’t even have sex.

  Adrienne looks up at me, those blue eyes trying to read me.

  “Why did you leave? Why did you run out?”

  She presses her lips together and looks away. “I can’t explain it.”

  Placing my palm on her cheek, I force her to look back at me. “Try.”

  After a drawn out pause, she finally speaks. “It just hit me. I don’t even know you, but I was ready to drag you to the floor and let you do anything you wanted to me.”

  My eyebrows shoot up. I didn’t expect her to be so straightforward with it. Her bold words take me by surprise, as well as send a bolt of lust straight to my cock. That’s exactly what I wanted too.

  The train stops and people get on and off. When we begin moving again, I lean in close and ask, “Then why didn’t you?”

  She shakes her head. “I had to go. I knew if I let it go any further then I’d do something stupid. Like move in with you.”

  I laugh. “You realize that was exactly why you came over in the first place.”

  She smiles. “Yeah. But meeting my train guy for a quickie is a far cry from living with him.”

  “Your train guy?”

  Adrienne’s face turns red, and I can’t help brushing my lips over hers. She’s too cute. Her breath hitches. Cute, and totally fucking sexy.

  “Don’t you see how complicated it would be? Would we be roommates? Fuck buddies?” She shrugs. “Complicated.”

  I think I see what she’s getting at. “What if it’s something else entirely?”

  She lifts confused eyes to mine. “What do you mean?”

  I blow out a breath and go for it. “I mean, I think I might be crazy about you. I think I have been for months. How else can you explain that seeing you on the train is the best part of my day? Adrienne, I should have asked you out a long time ago, but it’s just something I don’t do. Now…”

  I shake my head. “You’ve got me going crazy. I need more of this.” I gesture between us. “And this.”

  I lower my mouth to hers in what I meant to be a soft kiss, but the minute our lips collide, something seems to snap in both of us.

  Her arms come up around my neck, and I pull her tightly against me, needing more of her. We’re desperate, hungry, needy. I can’t get enough.

  It’s all I can do not to ravish her right here in front of everyone. Public indecency be damned.

  “Adrienne,” I growl, “Come home with me.”

  She nods, pulling my head back to hers.

  The rest of the commute is pure torture, and by the time we resurface on the streets of New York, I feel like I’m going to go out of my mind if I don’t have her.

  “Did you rent your apartment?” she asks as we cover the distance to my building.

  “Fuck no.” I grin. “Why? You looking for a place?”

  “Maybe,” she says, a teasing grin making me crazy. “The jury is still out.”

  I quirk an eyebrow. “On what?”

  “How well you convince me.”

  We stop outside my building, and I smile, letting every dirty thought racing through my head show in my eyes.

  Adrienne bites her lip, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You up for it?”

  Fuck yeah.

  “Always.”

  I grab her hand and haul her inside.

  Adrienne

  We barely make it onto the elevator. As soon as the doors slide shut, Reese pushes me against the wall and threads his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back and crushing his mouth to mine.

  I knew he was holding back on the train, and now I can’t wait to see what happens next. He kicks my feet apart, pulling my skirt up high so he can wedge himself between my legs. I rock against him, savoring the delicious pressure of being trapped against his hard body.

  “Fuck, baby,” he says, pulling back for just a second to take me in. “Do you always wear stuff this sexy? I think you’re going to drive me insane knowing this is what’s under your clothes. If you move in, I may never let you leave the apartment.”

  I laugh and pull his mouth back to mine. I can’t wait another second. Fumbling with his pants, I release the button and reach inside, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. God, it’s so big. My already soaked pussy gets even wetter. I want him inside of me now.

  Reese grips my thighs and hoists me up against the elevator wall, and my legs close around his waist like a vise. I can feel the hard tip of his erection pressing against my panties.

  The elevator finally reaches his floor and dings, the doors whooshing open, and Reese carries me just like that to his apartment, his mouth never breaking from mine as he finds his key and unlocks the door. He kicks it shut behind us and strides straight through the apartment to his bedroom.

  Dropping me on his huge, plush bed, he grabs my shoes and tosses them aside, running his hands up my legs like he did that first day on the 6 Train. When his fingers are inches from my pussy, he pulls them away, leaving me whimpering and needy.

  “Reese…”

  He grins, that cocky smile making me lose my mind. But he’s only stopping to remove my skirt. He unzips it and yanks it off, and I pull my top over my head, ready to get rid of all the barriers between us. He seems just as eager because he sheds his own clothing just as fast.

  Then he’s staring down at me like I’m his prey, and I love it.

  His hands travel over my stomach up toward my breasts. I arch into his palm. I didn’t get to feel his hands on me like this the other day and I can’t get enough. He pulls the cups of my bra down until my breasts are fully exposed, pushed together high and round. My nipples ache for him, but he just looks his fill, cupping me.

  Unable to stop myself, my fingers trail up my stomach and pinch my nipples, drawing a moan from my throat.

  I watch him as his eyes darken, reveling in the knowledge that I’m driving him as crazy as he’s driving me. I continue to play with myself, and he takes his thick, swollen cock in his fist, pumping it slowly as he watches me. I insert a finger in my mouth, then pulling my panties to the side, I slide the wet digit inside my even wetter pussy.

  Reese groans. “Do you see what you do to me?” He grips his cock even harder, stroking faster. “I need to be inside you, Adrienne.”

  I nod breathlessly, spreading my legs wide, welcoming him to me, already so wet, just from the anticipation. He hooks a finger in my panties and pulls, hard, and the sound of ripping lace gets me even more excited.

  “Yes,” I beg. “Please. I need you inside me now.”

  He steps away, grabs a condom and rolls it on quickly, then returns to me, climbing up and hovering over me on the bed. Reese closes his mouth over each of my breasts in turn, sucking and teasing my nipples into a hard peak.

  It’s not enough. I reach for his cock, so thick and hard. “I said need you now.”

  He doesn’t make me wait. Positioning the head of his cock at my entrance, he rubs it up and down my slit, coating him
self with my juices. Then he thrusts into me in one swift, hard stroke, burying himself as far as he can get. My pussy clenches around him, and it feels so good to finally have him in me.

  I moan, the sheer ecstasy of being so filled nearly sending me over the edge.

  He begins moving within me, thrusting hard and fast, his movements echoing the desperation I feel. I quickly feel my orgasm building, and his own groans of pleasure are so fucking sexy.

  “Harder, Reese. I need more.”

  “That’s my dirty girl,” he murmurs against my mouth before he takes me in a rough kiss.

  “Only for you,” I pant. “You bring out my naughty side.”

  My words seem to spur him on, and he pulls back, grabbing my hips and flipping me over in one quick motion. He pulls my ass up in the air and grips it hard, fingers digging in, spreading me wide as his cock teases my pussy from behind.

  Then he slams his cock right back into my tight heat, hitting just the right spot as he pounds into me over and over.

  I arch my back and look back at him. His eyes are burning with lust. But I see more there, something that makes me think what he said on the train about being crazy about me might just be true.

  I reach for him, and he pulls me up, my back against his chest, his hands gripping my tits as he continues to fuck me from behind. I lean my head back on his shoulder, and he rains hot, wet kisses down my neck.

  Dropping a hand to my clit, he teases me there while he pinches my nipple with his other hand. And just like that, I fly over the edge, a scream ripping from my throat as my orgasm tears through me. I feel his cock swell inside of me, hot jets shooting from him as my pussy grips him over and over and over.

  We collapse on the bed in a satisfied haze. Everything I ever fantasized about my train guy was nothing compared to the reality.

  After a while of drifting in the afterglow, I prop my hand on my head and give him a teasing smile. “So, about that roomie situation.”

  He gives me that sexy, cocky smirk and arches an eyebrow. “Let me guess. I convinced you.”

  I purse my lips, and he laughs. “Come on, baby. Where else can you move where you are guaranteed earth-shattering orgasms anytime you want?”

  “Anytime?” I grin.

  “Hell yeah. I’m at your service. All day and night.” Reese rolls me over until I’m lying on top of him, and I can feel him hardening again already.

  “Sounds pretty tempting.”

  He tilts his head up and kisses me, his eyes growing serious. “That’s not the only reason I want you here, though. I don’t know what it is, Adrienne, but there’s something about you…”

  He trails off as if he suddenly feels unsure of himself, and I decide to put him out of his misery.

  “Reese, I don’t get it either. But I want to figure it out. With you.”

  He grins, flipping me onto my back and pinning my hands above my head. “Good. Because I was going to have to resort to bribing you with cooking gourmet meals.”

  I narrow my eyes. “You cook?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Well, why didn’t you say so? You, my friend, have a new roommate.” I can’t help laughing at his expression. “So when is dinner?”

  He gives me a wicked grin as he starts kissing down my stomach. My satisfied body is suddenly needy all over again as his mouth settles on my pussy.

  I moan as he expertly drives me wild with his tongue, crying out in frustration when he lifts his head.

  “What?” he asks innocently. “I thought you wanted dinner.”

  I push his head back down, laughing. “I’ll settle for dessert.”

  He practically growls. “Me too.”

  Ginger & Blaze

  Ginger

  “To hot sex on the train,” I laugh, holding up my shot glass to my ex-roommate Adrienne.

  She giggles, shaking her blonde head at me, then we toss back the Lemon Drops we were just served.

  “So, tell me,” I say, planting my palms on the high-top table we’re sitting at in the trendy SoHo bar. It’s Friday night, and the place is packed. “How the hell did you do it on the train without getting caught?”

  This girl has turned into a wild woman in the few weeks since she moved out of our apartment and into her new boyfriend’s Upper East Side place. I’m totes jealous. I mean, sex on the 6 Train? Hell yeah, I want some of that. Unfortunately, my life isn’t half as exciting as hers lately.

  Adrienne’s face turns almost as red as my hair, but I see the wicked gleam in her eyes. “Why? You planning on getting you some on the way home, Ginger?”

  I scoff. Right. “If only. But seriously. Spill.”

  “Well, you have to wear a skirt, obviously.”

  I look down at my leather miniskirt. Check. “If it were that easy, I think I’d be a pro by now.” Short skirts and boots are kind of my thing.

  “It also helps if the train is crowded.”

  I lift my eyebrows, staring at her as if she’s lost her mind. “You’re joking. And here I thought you were a good girl. Who knew you were a closet exhibitionist.”

  She bites her lip. “Well, if you’re one of just a few people in the car then it’s kind of obvious if you’re moving around on someone’s lap. When it’s crowded, you can play it off that there’s nowhere else to sit.”

  We break into a fit of giggles. Just…wow. Who would have thought that my prim and proper ex-roomie has a wild streak that puts me to shame?

  “I’ll have to remember that,” I joke, though the idea of me having sex on a train is about as far out of the realm of possibility as me hitting the jackpot in Vegas. I’m having a bit of a dry spell lately. Which is why I have to live vicariously through Adrienne.

  We have a few more drinks over the next couple hours as we catch up. I notice the time and sigh. “I hate to ditch this party, but I have an early morning tomorrow.”

  I’m the event director at a conference center in Midtown, and tomorrow is going to be huge. We’re hosting one of the biggest bike shows of the year. I’ve been working my ass off for weeks, and the last thing I need is a hangover on the big day. Especially since I’m hoping I might make some connections that will get me out of the generic conference business and more specifically into the bike show arena.

  We say our goodbyes, and I make my way outside and head east. Just as I’m approaching the subway, I see a freaking huge guy in a black leather jacket pacing by the stairs that lead underground.

  But it’s not the look of pure rage or the stream of profanity spewing from his mouth that stops me in my tracks. Nope. That would be the hit of straight up lust that comes out of nowhere as I take in this insanely hot male specimen.

  Too-long jet black hair that falls over his forehead into eyes that are nearly as dark. A sharp, angled jaw, so defined that it isn’t obscured by the scruff covering it. And lips that were made to sin. The filthy words coming out of them as he kicks the tire of a motorcycle only make it that much sexier.

  I swallow against the sudden tightness in my throat as I drag my eyes down his body. I’m not the least bit surprised that his black shirt and dark jeans cling to him, highlighting the fact that his bulk is made up of pure muscle.

  Sexy as fuck biker man spins around again, then stops, his eyes locking on mine. And oh my god. Is it crazy to say that my knees feel weak? Because the heat in his stare is enough to make me swoon. Especially when that mouth curves up in a knowing smirk.

  I jolt out of my lust-filled stupor, trying to jump start my brain. There is no way this guy doesn’t know I’m totally checking him out. And why wouldn’t I? He’s everything my inner wannabe biker chick fantasizes about.

  So I do exactly what I always do. I take off.

  Ripping my gaze from his, I fly down the stairs as fast as my four-inch boot heels will carry me, knowing that he’ll be the one I think about tonight when I’m alone in my bed.

  You know, when I’m wishing I had the nerve to be like Adrienne and do something wild and crazy for a cha
nge.

  Blaze

  I don’t stop to think about it. I don’t even care if it’s a bad idea. All I know is that chick was hot as fuck and she just took off down the stairs into the metro station.

  I grind my teeth as I look at my bike, broken down yet again on the side of the road. Then I throw it into neutral and push it over to the stairs, straddle it, and let gravity do its thing as I tip the front wheel over the first step.

  Shocked gasps and curses hit my ears as I maneuver through the handicap access gate and toward the train platform, my eyes scanning for that bright red hair. A smirk crosses my mouth as I see her, and I coast straight into the car of the train she’s in and park my bike. I stay sitting on it, leaning forward on the handlebars as she turns toward me, green eyes wide.

  “What the hell?”

  I laugh. She almost looks indignant. Like my bike on the train is offensive. Shrugging, I let my eyes roam her body. Black boots, black skirt, faded t-shirt that hugs her like a second skin. Hot.

  The flush that travels up her pale neck makes me want to rake my teeth across that perfect skin and leave marks. And when I see the edge of some intricate ink peeking out of the low neckline of that shirt, all I want to do is rip it off her and see what else is hiding under there.

  “You can’t have that thing on here,” she bites out, her eyes a mix of irritation and intrigue. And possibly a bit of lust—or maybe that’s me.

  “That thing,” I throw back, “is my true love.” I caress the body of my bike. I don’t expect her to get it. Most chicks don’t. “Ain’t no way I’m leaving her out on the street all night.”

  She bites her lip, and fuck! All I want to do is drag her onto my lap and take those lips between my own teeth, biting down until she’s writhing in my arms.

  “I guess I don’t blame you. She’s gorgeous.” Little Miss Sex on a Stick takes a step toward me and shocks the hell out of me when she runs her hands over the tank of my baby.

  “You know bikes?”

  Her eyes flick up to mine briefly, then down to my leather jacket, where the emblem of my club is inscribed, along with my name. “Maybe…Blaze?”