I shifted, wanting to press our hands between her legs and get her off, but knowing it would be impossible to hide that from the whole bus. We had hours, and it would be nighttime before we reached the town.
I cleared my throat. “Tell me about yourself.”
“What?” Her brow creased in consternation. “Really?”
“Yes. It will pass the time.” I leaned in and whispered to her ear, giving the lobe one tiny lick. “Either that or I make you come without touching you, and you know I can.”
It would mean she would have to try to not betray her arousal.
“So tempting.”
“Okay,” Red said quietly. “Eff you, though.”
I did smile then. I’d watched her eyes brighten with an awareness of her attraction to me, then her dismay, then that stunned realization that I could and might do it… All so perfectly amusing.
“Make it good,” I said, insinuating bad things would happen if she bored me.
Her breasts rose then fell as she inhaled, exhaled in an audible rush. “I was born in Washington and went to school—”
I snorted. “Fast forward to more recent times. Why did you join the CIA? Who was your first lover? Enthrall me.” I pressed our hands to the V of her legs, in just the right spot, watching her tongue flick out across her lip and back in. If only I could grab that…
“Right. Ahem. Restarting then.”
I half-listened as she talked, finding her physical presence as interesting as her past. After all, her past was gone. I draped my arm over her shoulders to draw her closer, allowing my hand to dangle. As if by accident, I let the motion of the bus brush and tap my fingers against the side of her breast.
That smallest of touches kept her simmering with desire.
When the driver announced we would be late getting into town, the sky was already darkening. Anticipating this, I had phoned ahead. The kennels would keep the dog until the next day. Accommodation was booked for everyone on the bus. Tonight, no matter what this hotel room looked like, I would make her stand against the wall again, for my viewing, and tease her – touching her only with hands, tongue, and teeth.
I only wished I had some nipple clamps. Perhaps I could find pegs. Another clothes hanger? A corner store might still be open.
Now was the prelude.
The bus lighting was dim, and by six o’clock I’d been teasing her endlessly with glancing touches and the mildest of mesmer inducement – my fingertips bumping at her shirt and with light kisses to her neck whenever I spoke, with the press of our hands over where her clit was beneath those sexy jeans.
The closer we became, the more I knew her. Every aching pulse of her clit made my dick do the same.
I had been training her for years, and I reaped the benefits.
Her answers to questions became more and more disjointed.
“Touching you in public – the feel of you under my hands…” My lips glanced along the curve of her lobe, and I lightly kissed her ear.
“Shhh.” Her breathing was shaky, her fingers grabbing mine then letting go.
“I liked hearing about what you used to do.”
“Have you never heard of casual conversation?”
“Maybe. Is it good?”
She made an exasperated noise. “It is a part of being normal!”
“I see. I promise to learn it then.”
To relearn. Maybe I should.
“Start again, and I will listen and not touch you.”
The bus rocked and shuddered and hummed into the night. Headlights flashed by, lighting up the interior.
I did exactly what I said I would. I listened to her until she yawned and leaned into me. For the last of the journey, I sat very quietly with her head resting on my shoulder, watching her sleep.
Her red curls spilled across my shirt and tickled my neck, but I didn’t move – apart from to gently pull out a few strands to let them uncurl and run from my fingers.
The one problem was the man in the seat across the aisle. He was absorbed in his phone and the screen glowed with videos – saved ones perhaps, since reception was poor. Mostly it was porn. This I was not disturbed by.
Not until…
The screen angled our way. The video was of a woman driver, filmed from above and outside the car. A dildo was between her thighs, and she was partially naked. A man’s hand was on her as was hers. Though her face was not in the scenes I saw, this was Red.
The truck driver’s vid had been uploaded. If the man opposite had made the connection, he showed no sign of it, and the camera angle made it unlikely her face would be visible.
Later that night, I did what I’d planned to – I stripped her then told her to stand at the wall so that I could tease her nude body until she was wrecked by need. I made her worship my length, to suck me inside her heat with those soft, rose-petal lips. Greedily, I watched my cock vanish inside her and blessed that roving wet tongue of hers, and then I filled her mouth while I held her hair and neck to the wall.
After she swallowed and begged for more, I checked her below, kissing her while using two fingers like a dipstick.
I felt the squeeze of her wanton pussy.
“More,” she croaked.
“More?”
I kiss her. Hear her moan, watch the movement of her mouth as I do a few pumps with those fingers. “Definitely…” A long and brutal kiss, suck out those fingers, casually paint the side of her ass with them where it bulges against the wall. “Turned on. Good. Stay that way. Bedtime for you.”
“Bastard,” she added quietly.
“Mmm.” I vowed to
