Love on the Line

by J. M. Madden

  Oh, God! He was more than she’d imagined. At least fifteen years her senior, she felt tiny and protected next to him. The man was seriously built through the shoulders and chest, but lean in the belly and hips. The only indication of his age was the gray interspersed with the black of his chest hair, contrasting with his tan, but Lorna was intrigued. She ran her hands through it and tugged with her fingers. Brady wrapped his hands around her wrists and held them together. “No pulling hair.”

  She closed the distance between them and pressed her breasts against his chest, with their clasped hands between. Brady’s eyes flared with excitement, and he leaned down enough to take as much of her right breast as he could into his mouth, over the bathing suit. Lorna’s knees weakened at the assault. Even through the nylon, she could feel the roughness of his tongue as it made circles on her skin. And the suction seemed to pull directly at her clit.

  She fought his hands, but he refused to let her go. Instead, he stretched her arms wide against the edge of the top bunk, and wedged his jean-clad knee between her thighs. Lorna knew her suit was soaked and when he pressed up against her clit, it was all she could do to hold still. She couldn’t keep in a groan as he started to grind his knee up into her.

  “Hold the bunk,” he ordered.

  Lorna did as she was told and Brady knelt down on one knee in front of her. Tugging at the sides, he released the damp bikini bottom to fall to the floor. Gentle fingers tickled the narrow strip of hair above her slit, and she shifted her hips to make her pussy lips glide against each other. Brady leaned in and pressed a kiss to the fuzz, then the tip of his tongue brushed her hyper-sensitive outer skin, almost collapsing her knees. Lorna wanted to force his face deeper, but she made herself stay still. Brady peppered a couple of kisses around her crotch, but he didn’t delve any deeper. Lorna felt one of his hands wrap around her right ankle. When he picked up her foot to rest on his knee, Lorna almost came just from the eroticism of the position. When he teased her lips with his finger, she moaned out loud. “Oh, yes. Please!”

  But Brady had his own agenda. He slipped a finger inside her wetness, but avoided her clitoris. Lorna dropped a hand to touch herself, but he grabbed it and pushed to his feet. He pressed her hand back to the bunk and squeezed it around the edge. “You don’t touch until I say you can.” He pinched her right nipple hard.

  Lorna shuddered but didn’t struggle as he ran his hands down her sides and bumped her legs apart. “Stay there.”

  He unbuttoned and dropped his jeans to the floor, and Lorna almost came just looking at the cock that was surely going to rip her apart. She couldn’t have chosen any better. Long and slightly curved, it gleamed with wetness and was flushed a hectic dark pink. She wasn’t the only one excited.

  Brady ripped the condom box open and dropped it back to the floor, but paused to dig into her pack. “And what’s this?”

  Mortification burned through her as he pulled the slim blue vibrator from the bag. He twisted the end, and it started to hum.

  Lorna grinned through her embarrassment. “A girl has to do what she has to do. That was my back-up plan.”

  With a twinkle in his dark eyes, Brady pushed to his feet and stood before her, cock pointed at her stomach. He rested the buzzing toy against her left nipple. Lorna moaned as the nerve endings in her breast blazed with sensation. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, and dug her nails into the edge of the bunk. From the tip of her breast, Brady dragged the toy across her rib cage, let it bump against her piercing, then rested it in the patch of hair above her slit. Infuriatingly slow, he let the toy buzz its way into her wetness, and Lorna finally had the touch she needed. She shifted her hips to position it better, but Brady pulled it just out of reach. Lorna groaned and glared at him.

  “Why are you teasing me?” she hissed.

  Brady grinned and Lorna caught her breath at the sexiness in the curl of his full lips. The man knew he was hot, and knew she wanted him. He slid the vibrator into her wetness again, and angled it to lie alongside her clit, exactly as she needed it. “Oh, yes, right there. Hold it right there.”

  Tension tightened her stomach muscles and the wave of white-hot heat began to build exponentially. She rocked her hips just a fraction, just enough to glide the head of the vibrator against her clit. Moisture began to slide down her thighs. Brady leaned down enough to tongue her right breast, and push the bathing suit away from her nipple. The he pushed the fabric away from her other nipple. Lorna gasped and her hips flexed faster as her heart raced and excitement built. Orgasm was seconds away when he removed the vibrator and pulled away from her body, leaving her cold.

  “No!” she cried. She shifted her thighs, trying to create enough friction against her clit to get herself off, but it didn’t work. Frustrated tears started in her eyes, but she blinked them away. He was doing exactly what she wanted him to do. She’d been dreaming of having a man treat her like a woman. It wouldn’t kill her not to orgasm right away.

  Brady waited for her to meet his eyes. “I’m not doing this to be mean. I promise, you will orgasm more in the next few hours than you ever have before. If this is what you want, I’ll make sure it’s memorable. Now, lie down on the bottom bunk, with your knees to me.”

  CHAPTER THREE

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  Lorna hesitated. Wow, that was such a vulnerable position. Then she imagined the payoff. Just from the little bit he’d done she could tell Brady knew what he was doing. He knew what it took to please a woman.

  Letting her inhibitions go Lorna collapsed to the bunk, her shoulders against the cabin wall and her feet on the floor. These cabins weren’t built very big, and neither were the beds. Brady placed a pillow under her head and lifted her feet to the edge of the bunk, legs spread. Wrapping her fingers around her breasts, massaging her nipples, Lorna watched as Brady rolled the condom onto his length. Her pussy throbbed, waiting for him to sink into her, but he surprised her yet again. Bringing the blue vibrator up, he rested it against her soaked opening, moving it gently. Lorna gasped and shifted, but he wouldn’t bring it closer to where she needed it. Instead, he leaned down and speared the tip of his tongue against her sensitized clit. Around and around he moved, sometimes fast, sometimes fluttery, but it all began to push her toward that explosion. Slipping the vibrator inside her, he angled the tip up, toward the forward wall of her vagina. Lorna cried out as he suddenly wrapped his mouth hard around her flesh, spearing her clit with his tongue, and began stroking her g-spot with the tip of the vibrator. It took ten steady, strong strokes, and she went ballistic. Crying out, clutching the blankets, she tried to control the sound of her orgasm, but surely the people in the next cabin heard her. The vibrator pulled away, but Brady continued to lap at her flesh, teasing her beyond what she thought she could take.

  Then, holding her hips in his hands, he sank into her still quivering pussy.

  Lorna moaned at the unyielding solidness that impaled her. “Oh, fuck.”

  Brady pulled out, then surged forward again, seating himself even deeper. Lorna shifted her legs, resting her knees against his ribs, and prayed that her body would acclimate quickly, because he wasn’t stopping. She understood now why he’d built her up the way he had. If he hadn’t, accepting him would have been downright painful.

  Though he didn’t stop, he tried to stay gentle, until that excitement was once again firing her nerve endings. He touched her deliberately, competently. Every touch was meant to stoke her arousal.

  That same excitement must have been pushing at him, as well, because he seemed to hit a tipping point. His movements took on an urgency that hadn’t been there before. He plunged harder and faster, almost reckless, until he groaned long and loud, straining over top of her. But he didn’t leave her behind. Reaching between them he thumbed the focus of her pleasure with steady rotations. It was enough to send her over the top again as well, and satisfaction filled her body to overflowing.

  Brady stayed up, solid on his knees, but he did reach one hand up to hold the
bunk above him. Lorna wanted to tug him down to lie against her, but she didn’t want him to misunderstand her motivations. This was just sex.

  Brady didn’t need to be told though. He pulled out of her slowly, stood and crossed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned he smiled, and Lorna realized she still had her legs spread as if waiting. She snapped her knees together and turned onto her side on the bunk.

  “Oh, honey,” he whispered, “you look just as good in that position.”

  Grabbing a pillow from the bunk, he once again knelt behind her ass. Lorna glanced at him over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

  Rather than answer her, she heard the hum of the vibrator start again. “I don’t think I can again so soon,” she told him, in spite of the excitement that made her pussy quiver.

  Brady didn’t listen to her. The vibrator slipped into her wetness and deep into her body. He slipped one thick finger in alongside the vibrator to get it wet, then dragged that moisture to the top of her slit. Lorna gasped and arched against his hand, then pulled her legs tighter to her chest to give him better access.

  “I thought so,” he laughed. “You acted like I’d electrocuted you when I worked this earlier. You’ve been without for a long time, haven’t you?”

  Lorna panted as he circled her clit with his wet finger. She nodded, but didn’t hear if he said anything else. She was too absorbed with what he was doing to her body.

  The pad of his broad thumb started to circle her clit, and she thought she was going to burn to a crisp with all the sensation bombarding her. The vibrator continued to throb deep in her body. Lorna cried out as his entire hand began to pleasure her, and within seconds she crested and overflowed, arching wildly on the bunk. She buried her face in the pillow to smother her cries, and tried to get away from his unrelenting, torturous fingers. But he didn’t let her go until she was sobbing his name into the mattress and moisture flowed down her thighs. Gently, he pulled his hand away, then the vibrator, and left her a quivering heap on the bed as he went to the bathroom to wash up.

  Lorna knew she needed to clean up as well, but her body didn’t want to cooperate. She heard clothing rustle. Brady was dressed and getting ready to walk out the door.

  “I’m going to run out and get something to eat. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  She nodded. That was fine. It would give her a chance to recover. She’d never been fucked so well, and she was a little disturbed that she only had a few more hours with Brady. If she’d ordered the man custom-made from a catalog, she didn’t think she could have done any better. Every move he made, the way he looked—it all drew her to him.

  Lorna got up long enough to clean up in the bathroom then lay back down on her side on the bunk. She didn’t bother with clothes. If she had anything to say about it she doubted she would get dressed at all, at least until she arrived at Orlando.

  Brady returned with two white bags in hand, and placed one on the mattress in front of her. “What’s this?” she asked.

  He shrugged and sat down on the chair beside the window. “I didn’t know if you’d eaten or not.”

  Lorna unrolled the top of the bag and found a cup of yogurt with fresh berries and a bottle of Starbucks Vanilla Frappuccino. Her favorite. “How did you know what I liked?”

  He winked at her and motioned to the purple and black backpack. “You have one of the clear plastic neck rings right there. I just guessed about the yogurt.”

  “You did perfectly. Thank you.”

  Lorna sat up and crossed her legs on the bunk. Brady watched her every move. She thought about pulling a blanket across herself, but nixed the idea. Nudity would keep things interesting.

  The berries were fresh and filled a hungry spot she hadn’t realized she’d had. Brady devoured a sausage sandwich in three huge bites. He popped the lid on a steaming cup of black coffee and took a swallow, grimacing at the temperature.

  “Thank you for that. I didn’t realize I was that hungry.” She crumpled her trash into the bag.

  “We’ve been burning up calories.” Brady grinned—lopsided because of the bruise—and his brown eyes narrowed with humor.

  Again, that tug of awareness urged her to move. They didn’t have a lot of time to enjoy each other. She rolled out of the bunk and stepped in front of him, hand braced on the window beside her to keep her balance. Her hair swayed to the front, framing her breasts. Brady’s eyes scanned her from the crown of her head to her knees. He reached his hands out and shaped them to her hips, then moved up to cup her breasts. For a moment, she let him do what he wanted, simply because it felt so good.

  She reached for the button on his jeans. She dragged the jeans off his legs and made him lean back in the chair. Then, using the same pillow he had minutes ago, she settled to her knees in front of him.

  “We’re pulling into a station,” he warned.

  Lorna grinned at him and lowered her head to his interested cock. “They won’t see me here,” she whispered, and wrapped her mouth around him. Though it had been a few years since she’d practiced, she pleasured him for all she was worth, and used all the tricks she’d learned by listening to girlfriends. She glanced up at one point, and his jaw was clenched and his face turned away from the people on the platform. His fists curled around the armrests of the chair when she tugged on his tight balls, fondling gently. When his hips began to twitch she knew he was getting close. Dragging her fingernails up the puckered skin, she clutched the base of his cock in her hand, moving in time with her mouth. He came with a long, strained groan. Lorna fought to swallow every bit of his release, and continued to bob on his cock until he finally cried out and pulled away.

  He tasted divine and she was sad that the incident was over. The hum of the diesel began to build and she raised her head to look out as they pulled away from the platform. She met the gaze of a young man leaning against a post. His eyes widened when they met hers. He’d understood what he’d seen. It sent a wild thrill through her.

  Brady kissed her hard, and pulled her onto his lap again as the train built in speed, then he propped his own feet on the lower bunk.

  “I can’t believe how fucking hot that was,” he murmured. “Knowing that any second one of them would realize what was going on, and be jealous.”

  Lorna let her head rest against his chest and propped her feet on the glass. Brady’s right arm pressed between her thighs and wrapped over her knee, then teased at her opening. “You’re awfully wet, Lorna.”

  She sighed against him, and pressed a kiss to his neck. “I’ve missed giving blow jobs. They really turn me on. I haven’t allowed myself to play like this for several years. Thank you, Brady.”

  He chuckled beneath her. “Any time, babe.”

  His thumb swept up to circle her clit, and Lorna let her body twitch in pleasure. Plunging a finger deep inside her, he flicked the knot of nerves at the front of her pelvic wall, and circled his thumb faster. Lorna panted, and shifted, and moaned as he tortured her. Just as she was about to shatter, he stopped moving. The thrum of the engine teased her with the vibration, but it wasn’t enough to get her off. She grabbed his hand to try to get it to move, or shift out of the way, something, but he folded her hand across her ribs. ‘Patience’ he murmured. Then he twitched his finger, teasing her more, just to the edge, but he didn’t allow her to go over. The train rattled through two more towns, horn blaring, before he finally pushed her to the brink. By that point she was panting with need, begging for release. With one tiny touch to the tip of her clit, it was done. Lorna arched and shattered, and wept, and nipped at his neck as he continued to fondle her. Oh, God, it felt so good…She dozed off in his arms, exhausted from being on the edge so long, his hand still buried in her wetness.

  CHAPTER FOUR

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  They woke a couple of hours later. Brady was glad he’d had the sense to drag a blanket over them at some point. The scenery outside had changed to the long straight stretches and palm trees of Florida, so
they’d gone through several towns already. They were almost to Lorna’s destination.

  He could see the disquiet in her navy eyes when she looked up at him, and he pressed his mouth to hers in an effort to delay the disconnection. Lorna opened her lips eagerly, anxious for the distraction, and pressed her still bare breasts to his chest. His dick seemed to realize this was the last action it was going to see for a while, and responded to her more easily than he expected after already having two phenomenal orgasms within a few hours.

  She felt his erection under her ass and shifted, dropping her feet to the floor. She reached for the bag at their feet, and the condoms. Ripping one from the strip she handed it back to him. Within seconds he was ready. Then, raising her ass high enough to hold his cock beneath her, she sank down onto him. She was still wet from his fondling earlier, and he glided deep and easy into her heat.

  Brady ran his hands from her shoulders down to her ass, swinging her hair forward over her shoulder, trying to memorize her body. Her hands were braced on the chair arms, and her lean thighs flexed as she lifted herself up, then dropped herself back down. He grasped her hips and arched up into her, making the contact that much sharper, and she gasped. She bounced several more times like that, and the sound of their flesh slapping was as sexy as anything else they’d done today. Instinctively they matched their movements to those of the train.

  His balls began to tighten, and he sat up, squeezing her breasts from behind as he pressed kisses across her shoulders. Lorna panted, and started to swivel her hips, grinding rather than bouncing. She did that just a few times before she gasped and cried out. The sweet rippling of her pussy dragged his own satisfaction from him. He nipped her shoulder as he forced himself as deep into her as he could, letting his body play itself out.