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“Give me one, Star,” he commands. “One orgasm on the train.”
“Oh god,” I gasp.
“That’s fucking right…take it,” he croons. “Fuck, your slick…”
I thrust my hips up as the orgasm suddenly takes hold, and Oberon holds me through it, thrusting in and out of my pussy. I somehow keep myself from crying out, even as my omega instincts kick in and demand to be fucked now.
When the doors open at our stop, we’re the first ones off. We start walking as fast as we can, but it’s not fast enough—and the ache in my core is just getting worse as my thighs rub together, almost making me come again—
I squeak when Oberon suddenly yanks me into an alleyway and presses me against the cool brick wall. His body cages mine, a fortress in this cracked world.
“Need you,” he growls, no pretense of gentleness, just pure, unrestrained desire.
“Here,” I manage to say. “Now.”
Oberon’s lips find mine, his tongue invading my mouth as his hands grab my ass, pulling me against him. The rough texture of the brick wall scrapes against my back, but I don’t care. I need this. I need him.
His fingers slide inside me again, and I moan into his mouth as I feel him probing my channel. His thumb rubs against my clit, sending electric shocks through my body. I’m so close, so ready to come.
“Do it,” I whisper against his lips, my voice barely audible over the roar of my own desire.
Oberon doesn’t need to be told twice. He thrusts his fingers deep inside me, and I cry out as the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. My body shakes and spasms as I cling to him, my orgasm so intense it feels like it will never end.
It’s not enough…it’s not enough, I need him to fuck me senseless right here and now, and again at home, again, again…
“Give it to me,” I beg. “Please, Oberon, please!”
He’s rough with me as he turns me around, shoves me against the brick wall. I grip the rough stone for dear life, my forearms scraping brick as Oberon bares my ass, undoes his pants. I can hear him moving, but it’s not fast enough at all until—
“Fuck!” I curse, suddenly filled full of him. He doesn’t knot me—he can’t, when we have to get out of here as soon as this is over—but I can tell he’s on the brink, wanting to do so much more than he’s allowed. He takes hold of my shoulder with one hand and my hip with the other, kicking my legs apart to bury himself deeper.
“God, your fucking pussy…so much slick, baby.”
“Fuck me, Oberon,” I urge him. “Hard, fast. I want it.”
“Take it, Star.”
My body responds to his command, my hips bucking against him, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. The gritty alleyway fades into the background, replaced by the sound of our heavy breathing and the slap of our bodies coming together. Each stroke brings me closer to the edge, closer to the blissful release that I’ve been craving for what feels like an eternity.
I can feel the tension building within Oberon, the need to take me over the edge and release himself. His pulsing knot bumps against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of what’s to come when we get home. Even so, I need him to come inside me, knot or no.
“Oberon,” I whisper, my voice catching in my throat. “Please…please come inside me.”
I need that heat, the feeling of being fully together. I need it more than I need to breathe.
I brace myself against the cold brick wall as he thrusts harder, his knot almost sliding inside me out of control. I can feel him swelling, stretching me. My hands grip the brick as I brace myself, my nails digging into the rough stone.
“Oh, Oberon,” I moan. “I need you…”
He gasps, his hips stuttering as the knot breaks through, engulfing me completely. I cry out as it fills me, a wave of pleasure washing over me like a tidal wave. The pressure builds inside me, the desire to come overwhelming.
“Yes!” I scream, my body convulsing as I come, my orgasm crashing into me like a tsunami. My pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him as I pulse around him. I can feel his own release, hot and thick, filling me up as he thrusts deeper, harder.
He pulls out and a rush of our mingled fluids gushes out, coating my inner thighs. I manage to right my clothes, the two of us hurrying to get dressed…
…and then I remember why these streets are so dangerous.
Because we’re being watched.
