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She tipped her head back against the seat as Logan’s fingers invaded her sex, his wrist bumping against her clit creating a delicious friction that sparked an orgasm to life inside her.
Night surrounded them on every side, the elevated train hurtling through the darkness as Ella closed her eyes and moved her hips to the rhythm of Logan’s fingers, matching it with the strokes of her hand around his member.
She was on erotic overload: Logan’s cock throbbing in her hand, the pant of his breath in tandem with her own, his demanding fingers pushing through the swollen tissue of her pussy.
She was only dimly aware of the train coming to a stop as she slid down in the seat, opening her legs wider, grinding against Logan’s hand as she reached for release.
The pressure built in her core, all her need coalescing at her center.
“Come for me, Ella,” he murmured in her ear.
They were the first words he’d spoken since they’d arrived at the train station. They pushed her off the precipice, into oblivion. She cried out as she came, not caring about the fact that they were on the train, that the conductor or another passenger could walk in again at any moment.
She quivered around his fingers, still forcing their way through her tightening tunnel as she came. He didn’t stop until her body was still, the train back in motion, its lights flickering as they moved through the city.
She’d barely opened her eyes when he discarded the jacket and pulled her onto his lap.
She looked down at him, watched his face as he grabbed her underwear and tugged them free of her body.
He discarded those too, and then she could feel him, hot and pulsing, between her thighs.
It was like being a teenager again, wanting him so badly she didn’t care where they were, didn’t care if anyone saw them, and she had flashes of their delirious grapplings in his car, on the beach, at the park at night under a blanket, and once, upright in an alley of their neighborhood where anyone might have walked by.
She looked down at his face and cradled it between her hands, then lowered her mouth to his, kissing him long and slow, savoring the hot slide of his tongue against hers as he grasped her bare hips under her dress.
“You called me Ella,” she panted, pulling away from his mouth.
“You’ll always be Ella, my Ella, when I fuck you,” he said, positioning her entrance over his cock. “You can be whoever you want the rest of the time.”
He pushed her onto his shaft, filling her so completely it made her eyes water, stretching her in every direction, his tip crashing against her cervix.
His arms slid under her ass. “Fuck, Ella… You feel so good. You’ve always felt so fucking good.”
She pushed her fingers through his hair and kissed him again, opening her mouth to his tongue as her body opened to his cock.
They were moving in rhythm to the train, rocking its way through the city as she rocked on Logan’s cock, grinding her clit against him on the downstroke, pulling off him just long enough to plunge back onto his thick rod.
He used his hands to pull her ass cheeks apart and sank deeper inside her, the penetration so exquisitely pleasurable another orgasm mounted inside her. She moved faster, eager to meet it, eager to bring Logan over the edge with her this time.
“I want you to come inside me, Logan.”
He groaned, sliding his arms around her waist and pressing her tight against him as he thrust upward, his strokes faster and harder as he rushed to claim his own release.
She locked her wrists around his neck and met him thrust for thrust, a rhythm that her body recognized even after twenty years. She closed her eyes and let the drumbeat of her body take control, giving it what it wanted as she tumbled into the light that exploded behind her closed eyelids.
Logan groaned as he came, spilling into her as he continued thrusting, his shaft pushing through her tight channel, wringing every last tremor from her body until she lay, limp and panting, draped over him.
The train ground to a stop at another station. They turned their heads at the same time. The platform was empty except for a lone beat cop pacing the concrete.
“How much is the bail for public indecency?” Logan panted, his arms still around her.
She laughed and dropped her head onto his shoulder.
21
Logan drove back to the penthouse on Sunday morning with a storm of emotion in his gut.
On the one hand there was Ella. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other the night before, had almost had to pull the Lexus over on the way home when they finally got back to the car. Then, they’d stumbled into the house, stripping off their clothes and ending up on the stairs, where Logan had parted her thighs and licked her pussy until she’d screamed.
