Page 88 of Meet Me at the Metro

“You better not stop, Theo,” she pants. “Even if someone comes in.”

I slow my rocking pace just enough to tease her. “Or what, sweet thing?”

“Or I’ll never have sex with you again.”

“No?”I laugh darkly and reach around until I have two fingers flush against her clit—I give it a provoking stroke as I continue the back-and-forth movement of my hips. “You sure about that?”

“Oh, God.”

“What’s wrong?” I swirl my fingers along her sensitive bud again and reward her with a series of unrestrained thrusts. “You want me to stop?”

“Do. Not. Fucking. Stop,”she snarls.

God, I love hearing her sweet mouth turn so callous—even if it’s at my expense. I’m fond of winding her up and watching her react.

I look down at the place where our two bodies meet and groan with pleasure, enjoying seeing the evidence of her satisfaction glistening along my hard shaft. I relish how soaked she gets for me; it’s validation that I’m taking care of her the way she deserves.

And fuck, it feels so good for me, too.

“Do you enjoy getting wet for me?”

“Yes. God, yes. You make me want to come.”

“Yeah?Show me—show me how good you come for me, Nora.”

As if my words are an instant trigger, her vagina tightens around me. I hold onto her securely as she comes undone beneath me, finishing right alongside me. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I fill up the condom, and a rush of satisfaction, intimacy, and pleasure wash over me like an unforgiving wave.

My chest heaves for air as the once unrestrained movements of our bodies go still, and we work on catching our breaths.

I laugh as Nora goes completely limp against the piano. “I worked you that hard, did I?”

Her body shakes with amusement, but she doesn’t move from where she’s at, too exhausted even to budge an inch. I grab her by the waist and pull her off the instrument, enjoying the way she looks at me with her bright eyes, rosy cheeks, and disheveled hair.

“You’re so damn gorg—”

The sound of a distant door opening shuts me up immediately.

Nora and I dive for our clothes scattered around the piano in a panicked hurry. I quickly pull my pants up my legs while she swiftly slips her blouse back over her head. The sound of approaching footsteps has me reaching for the light switch.Darkness falls over the practice room as I find Nora in the shadows. I quietly drag her behind the door with me and pull her tightly against me, covering my hand over her mouth to quiet her rapid breathing.

A silhouette appears in the doorway, and adrenaline races through my veins. I fully believe for a moment that we’re about to be caught in the sticky, wet mess we’ve put ourselves in, but the person shuts the door and leaves.

We stand for several long moments in complete silence, but as soon we hear another door shut, Nora bursts into a fit of laughter.

“You’re more trouble than I ever anticipated you’d be.”

Her head falls against my chest as she gets lost in another fit of giggles. “Yeah, but who doesn’t love a little trouble?”

And she’s absolutely right. I fucking love it.

25

BE MY GUEST

T H E O

Amisty, unrelenting breeze rushes past Nora and me as we make our way to the train station. After our little display of public indecency in the music room, I nearly begged Nora to stay at my place tonight, but she somehow convinced me to stay at hers instead. It’s not that I feel entirely opposed to staying with Evie and Harvey; it’s just that the half-boner inside of my pants—which Nora’s been making fun of me for—is pleading for some more privacy.

The train carriage is packed full as we step into it. I pull Nora’s arms around my waist and keep her close as I steer us through the chattering sea of bodies. The train begins to take off down the tracks before I’m given a chance to grab hold of the overhead handlebars, and my feet stumble. Nora breaks out in a fit of giggles and steadies my body from behind.

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