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“I’m sorry,” he said. He was staring intently at me now, like a beautiful oil panting on the wall next to my face. “I should have been honest with you the moment you sat down at the table. I was… embarrassed, I guess?”
“Gee,” I said flatly. “I don’t know why you’d be embarrassed about wanting to share a girl among your three buddies, like some desperate fraternity slut.”
It was a harsh thing to say, and I knew it immediately. He winced and stared at his feet like the boy who’d been scolded.
“I didn’t mean it to sound so bad,” I said. “I’m just…”
“I get it,” he replied. “You’re upset. I would be too if I was misled by a deceptive Tinder profile.”
“That’s… Not what I’m upset about,” I said. I felt like he deserved a little bit of honesty after I’d bitten his head off. “I’m upset because I thought you liked me. And now I’ve found out you’re gay.”
He blinked. “I’m not gay.”
“Right, right.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re pretending to be straight. So your parents don’t—”
His beautiful face leaned in and kissed me.
I was too shocked to respond at first, but then my lips melted into his. They were warm and soft and sweet, and his feathery hair brushed against my face as he pressed himself into my mouth. I kissed him back, passion and desire growing with every hot second, and I opened my mouth to accept his tongue as I surrendered to the urges that had caused me to leave the bar in the first place.
The screech of brakes indicated we were pulling into a station, but the only thing in the world that mattered was Braden’s body leaning into mine. He was everything I wanted, everything I’d ever wanted.
As soon as the train came to a stop, Braden pulled away and held my gaze. There was a question in his eyes. He was asking if I could handle where the night would take us.
Asking if I trusted him.
I nodded without thinking. I would follow him anywhere.
The woman on the other end of the car watched us leave the train, and shouted, “I don’t think he’s gay!”
Braden took my hand and led me through the station. Up the stairs, then down a long, poorly-lit hallway that connected one platform to another. The sound of trains on tracks rumbled above and below us, sandwiching us in this subterranean place.
I held his hand tightly. I practically trembled with anticipation for what was going to happen next. We reached a door marked Metropolitan Transit Authority Only, but Braden pushed through like it was a welcome sign rather than the opposite.
We found ourselves in a dark room with humming machinery. An electronics switchboard room for the station. Braden closed the door behind us and flicked the deadbolt.
“Is anyone going to—” I began.
He cut me off with another kiss, one that was so desperate and hungry it forced me backwards. I surrendered to his tongue in my mouth, undulating against my own as my back hit a terminal desk and stopped me short.
“You don’t have to prove anything,” I whispered.
His blue eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness, reflecting only the light of the electronics displays. “The only thing I have to prove is how much I want you right now.”
His fingers went to my waist and tenderly pulled down the yoga pants I wore at rehearsals. The cool air conditioning hit my skin and sex as he pulled my panties down next, allowing me to step out of them. I waited for Braden to remove his shirt, to let me feast upon his body the way he was feasting upon mine just then, but instead he grabbed my waist with both hands and twisted.
I yelped as he bent me over the electronics terminal. He went to his knees behind me and began eating me out, his entire mouth burying itself in my pussy from behind. I moaned loudly—louder than I wanted, but I couldn’t control myself—as his insanely long tongue penetrated my pussy. It wiggled and swirled like an especially dexterous cock inside me, hitting every nerve in my pussy while he kept one hand on my lower back, forcing me to stay bent at the waist.
“How’s that feel?” he asked, breath hot on my ass cheeks.
“Amazing,” I whispered.
Now his tongue didn’t tease; it pushed deep inside my pussy, rigid and hard. Once inside he moved it down, then up, an eager wedge to taste every inch of me. I pushed back against his face involuntarily, begging him to keep tongue-fucking me in the deep recesses of the subway.
I moaned and moaned as he ate me out, his hawk-like nose pressing against my asshole with each thrust. The visual of his beautiful face pressed hard against my crotch was enough to make me come then and there, and soon my throat was dry and hoarse.
And then, right when I was on the edge of eruptive climax, Braden pulled away. I pushed my hips out for him invitingly, ready to accept his cock from behind, but he gripped my waist and spun me back around.
“I want to stare into your eyes,” he said, then kissed me so I could taste myself on his wonderful tongue.
