by Alexis Angel
I lean back on the heels of my feet, releasing his balls from my mouth. I keep my grip on his shaft with my fingers, massaging it and watching it grow harder. Pulling my feet from under me, I sit right on his stomach; my swollen clit touching the slick skin of his stomach makes me quiver. I let my wet pussy drift up and down his torso. Marking it all over before parting my lips with the tips of my fingers.
Keeping the grip on his shaft, I slide his cock toward my exposed clit. It’s so swollen and sensitive, but I keep smacking it with his head. Every playful smack sends me closer to the edge of erotic madness. I can’t help it, I have to put just the tip of his head inside my pussy. Watching it slide inside me makes my heart skip a beat. Taking full control, I wiggle and move the tip of his head in a circular motion.
I push it deeper, slowly taking it inch by glorious inch of rock hard manhood. Throwing my head back, my hair whips across his torso. His hands reach up to take a fistful as he begins to tug on it. The yank of my hair pulls my head back and my mouth falls open as my exposed neck showcases the pounding of my heartbeat. I can’t help it, I ride his cock reverse cowgirl style, pushing down on his shaft and throwing all my weight into him. Eric lets out a loud moan, and I bounce up and down on his shaft, riding him hard and fast. The way I’m riding his cock and the sound that escapes from my throat as I bob up and down is guttural.
I don’t even recognize the sound, as it’s in between a squeal and a yelp. I didn’t realize that the noise was coming from me at first. It sounds so far away in the distance, while I’m lost in the moment I float on cloud nine. As my pussy muscles tighten as, my river flows hard.
I keep riding through my orgasm, with every stroke my pussy juice flows even harder. I swing my head wildly as I plunge deep onto his shaft, and I can feel Eric’s cock start to shoot. Deep inside my pussy, our cum mixes together with the force of both of our loads together. It pushes his cock out of my pussy. His shaft is creamy and slick glistening under the light of the early morning sun shining through the window.
My toes curl tight, and I keep them in that grip. My legs grow weak under me flopping down onto Eric, and I let my legs fall to the sides of our bodies. Coming up to press his chest against my back, I feel Eric’s hands moving to my shoulders. He massages them nice and deep. I let my shoulders fall as I give into his touch. Hanging my head and rolling it slightly around as he keeps touching it.
“You are so tense, you need to relax,” Eric speaks into my ear, and his words make me melt into him. I giggle softly as I try to take his advice, breathing deep as his hands make their way down my back. He squishes and kneads my back like dough. It feels so good, this time has been a whirlwind from the start. I never thought or could have ever imagined it would turn out like this.
Eric breaks into my train of thought as he tells me to lay flat on my stomach. I comply, my legs are still weak, my body is spent—that last orgasm really took it over the top. His hands caress my hips as he massages them one side then the other. I can’t help but shudder from his touch on my skin. It feels amazing under his hands. I lay my head flat on the sheet and feel myself start to relax.
Eric moves his hands like a skilled masseuse down to the small of my back. He slides over my ass and massages that too. And straight down the back of my legs. Closing my eyes, I feel Eric make his way back up to my shoulders, his voice in my ear his mouth so close to my ear I can feel him blowing on it.
He calls my name, and I answer him in a sleepy tone almost. “I’m so glad the store is yours,” he says.
“Me too,” I answer. “Ours,” I say with a smile.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear.
“I love you, too.” The sparkle in his eyes make him look so sexy to me. I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him. This man, oh my god, this man he is so incredible he has been my protector, my champion. He made himself an open book even when it might have meant that we could possibly be over. Not only is he gorgeous, but he has heart of gold.
The store is my love and in turn, it has become a passion of Eric’s. He is wonderful, and the feelings I have turning inside me are too many to count right now. We stay locked in our embrace. I am fully awake now. We fall to the bed lying on our sides and slowly open our eyes. We hold each other's gaze for what feels like forever. Eric pulls me into him, and I throw my leg over him and there we lay together. Bliss, complete happiness, doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.
Elia
“Come on, get up.”
My eyes open to the voice, and I groan and roll onto my stomach.
“Just a little longer…”
There’s a chuckle, a thick sound that never fails to make my body shiver, even in my half asleep state. I shudder as soft, wet kisses are pressed from the nape of my neck, going down my spine. Eric’s lips linger a little longer at the base of my spine, and I arch for him, wanting him to continue. But there’s another chuckle, and he pulls away.
“Breakfast in twenty minutes, or I’m leaving without you!”
He pauses as if he’s going to say something else.
“Or have you forgotten what day it is today?”
My eyes flutter open as I hum. Then I move so I’m sitting up and facing him. “No, I remember. What time is it?”
“Time for you to get up or we’re going to be late for our grand opening. I’m serious about leaving you behind.”
I roll my eyes behind his back as he leaves the room. I know he doesn’t actually mean it. After all, he’s letting me host the whole thing, even if I felt that it was too much responsibility at the time.
We’ve waited for this day. All the renovations took over six weeks, and as much as I loved all the relaxation and spending time with the girls, really getting to know the women that I work with, while Eric’s at work and even going to some business seminars, I’m ready to put what I’ve learned into action.
I shower quickly then join him in the kitchen for a quick breakfast. I’m the one rushing him to get out of the door, now.
“Come on,” I whine, tugging on his arm.
“Let me put on my tie,” he says, laughingly in protest.
I growl, “I can’t eat, I’m too nervous. I thought that this day would never come.”
I’m dressed in a long, dark red dress that would probably be more appropriate for a luxury evening out than an opening of a bookstore. I don’t care, because it’s a big day to me, and I wanted to go all out and dress up for a change.
“Go out to the car, and I’ll come right after you. I forgot something in the bedroom.”
I sigh and turn to leave. I don’t ask what he could possibly have forgotten. I have my clutch purse in hand with my iPhone, and that’s all I need for now. I slowly head to the car and hope that he’s not long and this isn’t one of his little surprises. We don’t have time for that. It took me a lot longer to get ready than I thought that it would, because I was half awake. Now, I’m fully awake, and all I want to do is get going.
“Here we go,” he says as he gets in on his side, and I roll my eyes at him. I know by his resulting chuckle that he noticed.
“Would you just drive?”
“Of course!” he says, reaching across to take my hand. He kisses it and then starts the engine, and we’re on our way. There’s hardly any traffic, which is another good reason we decided on doing this at ten rather than nine in the morning.
The drive doesn’t seem to take that long especially because I’m too nervous to chitchat. If we talk about the opening, I’ll start thinking of something and decide that I must have forgotten to do it and start to panic.
Eric parks the car against the curb, and we step out not too far from the corner of the store. Outside on the curb are the girls and the one guy who’s now going to be working for me. I still can’t get over the fact that I’m going to have staff and people will be working for me.
I can’t believe that for the first time in a long time, we have potential customers lining up, something that the mark
eting team have been working hard on achieving over the last few weeks.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” a coworker yells out, to excited shouts from the crowd.
As Eric and I step up to the ribbon, Rebecca hands me a pair of scissors after a short hug. I hold it for a few seconds, just for the suspense. I can hear the audience take a collective breath as I snip the ribbon, and they become a very excited crowd.
“This is amazing,” I tell Eric as we start to head inside and mingle with the crowd.
Jessica helped plan some of it, and it’s perfect. I can't stop smiling, especially as I look at both the customers and staff smiling and laughing. Others are moving with some books to the new area we closed off where people can relax at the comfy sit-down area.
“This place looks really good, but I want to tell Jessica. I just can’t find her.”
Eric shakes his head. “She’s probably checking on something. She’s a perfectionist. You’ll see her eventually!”
I still can't believe that so many different classes of people are here tonight and just to see the opening of the store. It’s so damn impressive.
His arm tightens around my waist. “I have another surprise for you.”
My eyebrows jump up. “We’re not done with those?”
“I’m hoping you’ll let me off the hook for this one.”
Then he goes down on one knee, and I feel like I can't breathe. The room quietens down pretty quickly, and I know the focus is on us.
“Elia,” he starts, and I’m hanging on his every word. “We haven’t known each other very long, I’ll be the first to admit. But… in the three months I’ve known you, I’ve felt so much more than I ever have with anyone else, and I know you’re the one for me.”
A smile is playing on his lips, he knows how cheesy his lines are. They still bring tears to my eyes.
“Elia, will you marry me?”
That’s when I see my parents in a corner. They told me they couldn’t make it. And by their side is Jessica. That’s where she went to make sure that my parents were okay. Damn! I was really wrong about her.
I suck in a shaky breath, blinking my eyes free of tears so I can see his eyes as a trembling smile spreads on my face.
“Yes! I’ll marry you, Eric.”
He surges up, and I squeal before laughing as he lifts me up in a spin, clapping and congratulating shouts surrounding us. I can’t believe that in the span of three months, not only am I a manager, but I’m getting married, too.
Life couldn’t be better and every single time that I think it can’t happen, Eric makes it happen. I love him, and I know that we’re going to be happy together. I just love him too much for us not to be anything but happy.
Just then, Virginia shows up!
Yes, there’s more. Like this happy ending seems to have a bonus round. When I see Rose, I know. I know right away what’s coming next. I know this is the secret that Eric had her keeping. I can’t hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. She’s holding a manila folder and walking towards me with a bit smile on her face.
“Lee-ya!” She calls out and wraps her arms around me. “Will you be my mommy?”
Through my sobs, I manage my answer. “Yes, baby girl, I would love to be your mommy.” I pick her up in my arms, and Eric holds us both tight. He kisses us both and I’m crying so much that I can’t even see. I have never been so happy in my life.
And yeah I should have known better when Eric told me earlier that Virginia was taking Rose to a movie.
I can’t believe how perfect my life is. I’ve read a lot of books, but for me nothing will ever compare to my own story.
Stories From The 6 Train
*In New York City, HEA is just a subway ride away…*
Come follow ten couples as they meet, flirt, and play.
A cowboy looking for love. An ex-SEAL dealing with scars.
A billionaire. A rockstar. A biker. A professor, and a virgin.
Each looking for love. And finding it, as their lives touch each other.
*In a city that never sleeps, this collection will keep you awake. *
Each sizzling tale delicately intertwined with the others.
Stories that will make you smile. And stories that will make you sigh.
*Stand clear of the closing doors. This train is about to make you come…*
Adrienne & Reese
Adrienne
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
I practically snarl the words over my shoulder as I elbow my way past the sweaty, greasy man in front of me. My new—and now equally greasy—red Louboutins hit the platform at the bottom of the stairs leading into the Thirty-third Street station, and I keep up my pace, not bothering to listen to the offensive words spewing from his mouth.
I don’t have time for this. My boss already kept me late in the office going over my new position as an executive marketing consultant at Dover Street Market. Normally something I’d be totally cool with. But today I have an appointment to view a new apartment and I cannot be late. It’s a good one, guaranteed to be snatched up if I miss my appointment. And with my current lease ending in a matter of days, I need to grab it fast.
I swipe my metro pass through the turnstile and break into a run—not an easy task in my impractical and now filthy designer heels. A stream of people is already pouring into the 6 Train. I manage to slip through the doors just before they slide closed and slump against the edge of the seat next to me.
“Well, that’s just perfect,” I mutter, bending down and examining my shoes. Mr. Greasy McNasty left a huge scuff on them in addition to the grease marks. I want to be charitable and accept that it was just an accident, that anyone could have lost their balance and almost knock me down the stairs in the crowded rush hour terminal. But then I notice that he somehow snagged my thigh-high silk stockings. There’s a giant rip going all the way from my ankle up past the hem of my pencil skirt. How the hell?
I stick my leg out as far as I can on the crowded train and trail my finger up the tear, lifting my skirt to see just how bad the damage is.
Dammit! All the way to the top where my garter belt is clipped onto it. This is how I’m going to arrive to try to score one of the best apartment deals on the Upper East Side that I’ve ever seen—Adrienne Rhodes, a complete and utter hot mess.
Not if I can help it!
Knowing this is the only chance I’ll get to undo some of the damage, I turn back toward the door and reach up my skirt and unfasten the clips on my right thigh. I glance furtively around, hoping no one is paying attention. Yeah, I’m on a crowded public train with my hand up my skirt, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do when a killer apartment is on the line.
I slide the stocking down my leg and slip my foot from my damaged shoe, pulling the tattered silk off and stuffing it in my Prada bag. Just as I start to slide my shoe back on, the train jerks to a stop at Grand Central, throwing my already precarious balance way off. I grab for the pole next to me, but it’s too late.
I’m falling.
I’m about to land on my ass on the floor of a subway train. As if I don’t already have enough ruined clothing for one day.
Realizing there’s not a damn thing I can do about it, I close my eyes and brace for the impact. But then they fly wide open.
Big hands grasp my hips, and I find myself shifting in a new direction, the impact of my fall broken by a lap that is suddenly right under my ass. A very hard, very erect lap.
My breath whooshes from my lungs in a gasp that is half shock, half lust. A gasp that sounds suspiciously like a moan. Because oh my god, I am totally sitting on some random stranger’s raging hard-on. And it feels really damn good.
The people around us move, some getting off the train, some shifting to make room for new passengers.
The hands on my hips clench as the train moves again, fingers digging into me, and I’m mortified to find myself wriggling, some naughty part of me hoping I might move just the right way to rel
ieve some of the sudden pressure that’s quickly building between my legs.
“You okay?” The deep, gravelly voice should pull me to my senses, but instead the sexy rasp only makes me wetter than I already am.
Pull it together, Adrienne. Am I really getting off to some guy I haven’t even seen? Almost as if my body has a mind of its own, I twist slightly on his lap, the movement making my breath come faster as it pushes me harder against his dick.
Then my eyes lock on his, dark, depthless and smoldering.
Oh my god. It’s him.
“Hey,” I say breathlessly, unable to move. Unable to think.
Because it’s my train guy. The guy I’ve been eye-fucking for the past two months on my ride home after work.
“Need some help?” he says, a smirk on his full lips that makes me want to dive in and suck them right into my mouth, bite down hard and then lick them better.
“What?” I shake my head, not comprehending his words. Nothing making sense past the sudden throbbing in my pussy.
He leans down and grabs my forgotten shoe, sliding it slowly onto my foot. His eyes never leave mine as he trails his fingers up my bare leg.
I swallow hard, wondering if I’m dreaming. Because every late-night fantasy I’ve had lately stars this guy right here. This dark-haired mystery guy that I see on the train two or three times a week, his stubbled jaw inciting thoughts of what it might feel like scraping against my thighs as he licks me to orgasm.
Oh yeah, I’m totally dreaming. Because when his hand reaches the bottom of my thigh, it travels over to the other leg to continue its journey upward. His eyes go impossibly darker before they drop down, and I follow his gaze.