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“So…” she said, with a cheeky smile that made Ryan’s cock twitch. “How do you want me?”
“Totally naked,” he replied instantly, “and on that table.”
He bent to retrieve a condom from his jeans pocket before shucking his boxers onto the pile of clothes and walking over to the now-naked Rose who lay on her side on the table, watching him.
“Well hello there,” Rose said, reaching for Ryan’s cock and stroking it. “Long time no see.”
Ryan arched an eyebrow. “Really? And here’s me thinking it was just a few hours.”
Rose tightened her grip on his shaft. “Now, now, don’t be sarcastic or I might make you put it away again.”
“Yes ma’am,” Ryan replied, instantly on his best behavior. He might have already had his fair share of action that day, but he certainly wasn’t going to scupper his chances of getting some more. He wiggled the condom wrapper, drawing Rose’s attention to it.
“Shall I?” he asked hopefully.
She grinned, showing off her wicked dimples, and said, “Please do.”
Ryan tore open the packaging and gently nudged Rose’s hand off his cock so he could roll the condom on. Once he was satisfied it was in place, he reached for Rose’s ankles.
“Come here,” he said, pulling her across the table so she sat facing him. Releasing her, he leaned down to kiss her again. Slipping one hand behind her neck, he moved the other down between her legs. He quickly found what he sought and dipped his fingers between her pussy lips and into her wetness. And she was very wet.
Gathering some of her juices on his fingertips, Ryan stroked Rose’s rapidly swelling clit, drawing a prolonged moan from her lips, which ramped his already desperately horny state up a few notches. He wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into her hot cunt and fuck her until she screamed. He would do just that, but he’d have to be patient.
As he continued his ministrations to her slippery bud, Rose grabbed the back of Ryan’s neck and pulled him even more tightly to her. Their kissing became frenzied, lips pressing hard and tongues clashing. Ryan’s cock was so stiff it was almost painful. He suspected it wouldn’t take too much for him to come, so he planned to make her climax at least once before he fucked her. Granted, he’d probably never see her again after tonight, but it didn’t matter. He still wanted to give the hot Catholic girl a good time.
Suddenly she pulled away. “Ryan, please. I can’t wait any more. Just fuck me.”
“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 tel
l 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.
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