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Projecting her own failed relationship onto me, even though I’m just going to sit with someone in first class instead of trying to make a relationship work that has failed up until now.
I try not to make a face, but mom walks ahead of me and within moments we’re back at the familiar doorway, which is closed now.
It even has a little doorbell, which mom buzzes.
Michael opens the door swiftly, his eyes looking pleased when he sees me but his face grows dark when he looks at my mom up and down.
“I just wanted to say,” Mom starts, already turning to leave, “That it’s very kind of you to want to share some of your time in first class with my daughter…”
I shoot Michael an apologetic look, and his face lifts once he figures what mom’s not staying.
“I’ll have her back to you before bedtime,” Michael assures her. Making sure it’s clear he has no intentions of keeping me all night.
I feel my heart sink a little at the thought.
Feeling like a kicked puppy or someone who’s had a wish come true because of pity.
Mom and Michael murmur a few more civilities, the kind of things grown-ups always talk about keeping me out of the loop.
I wonder why he insisted I come up here to be with him if he’s just going to return me later, like something disposable.
Mom leaves, seeming flushed. Embarrassed by the imposing figure of Michael up close, as well as his authoritative voice.
His movements. His obvious grip and control on everything in his domain.
I open my mouth to grumble.
To let him know that I don’t have to be here if he doesn’t really want me. If he’s just going to—
But he’s gripped me by the arm and pulled me inside before I can even say a word, squeaking from the shock.
His mouth presses hot over mine in an instant.
His body pushing mine back into the closed door as it becomes clear to me in a moment that he was saying whatever he had to as long as it got rid of my mom.
In private now, my hands are free to roam, and I gasp.
I gasp so loud when I feel it in my hand, that I laugh.
The sudden and deafening blast from the train’s horn coincides with the exact moment I finally find Michael’s horn.
His arousal is thick, long, and hot.
And from what I understand, I’m all his until he tells me otherwise.
Chapter Six
Michael
“Something funny?” I ask her a little confused.
Suddenly agitated.
I didn’t expect her mother to drop her off, and apart from grappling with the obvious age gap, I hadn’t counted on Natasha laughing once she touched my dick either.
I thought I was okay in that department.
Her eyes are wide, in concern as well as…arousal.
The pupils of her eyes expand, coupled with her hard nipples and sweet essence tells me her body’s more than just a little glad to see me again.
“It’s the horn,” she explains, gasping and then actually moaning as she looks down, stroking my still-growing cock through my pants.
I feel a thick bead of my precome seeping from my dick, which hasn’t softened since the second I laid eyes on her.
“The… horn…” she stammers, making me growl as I wonder if it’s really too soon to free myself from my pants.
To not only show her what she’s awoken, but to give her a solid lesson in exactly how it works.
Her eyes roll back and she takes a labored breath in, gasping again before her hands are flat against my chest.
Not pushing me back, but needing some air.
“I...It’s just,” she tries to tell me, but I get it.
I’m coming on way too strong.
Mutual attraction is one thing, but being jumped is something else.
“It’s just what you do to me,” I rasp, fulfilling my wish and guiding her small hand back to my now fully erect cock.
“See?” I groan.
“I know we’ve just met, but something feels like I’ve known you forever. Don’t you feel it too?” I ask her, sounding way too excited for a man who’s supposed to be giving her some air.
Room to breathe.
I take a breath of my own, and a step back to match it.
With her hand in mine, I sit her down on the wide seat and choose the one opposite her so I can get a better look at her while we talk.
Her face is flushed, sweat beading on her brow. I ask her if she’s alright.
Puffing her cheeks as she eyes me up and down, fanning her face with her hands, she assures me she’s more than okay.
“I just need some air,” she says, trembling as her eyes widen when I stand to adjust the vents. My groin is right in her face without me really meaning to.
I sit back down, gnawing my lip as I consider just how quickly all this has happened.
