The Trip

Chapter Four



The light condensation of her breath on the bus window where she rested her head, along with her relaxed slouch, might have fooled some, but Mark knew she wasn't really sleeping. Her book lay on her lap, held open by her thumb, right on the page where the heroine was first penetrated by two men. He'd read the book a few times and enjoyed the imagery—enough that he'd used that very scene to whack off several times.

So he knew exactly how she must be feeling. Painfully aroused and unsure of how to tend to her needs on a bus full of strangers. The slick juices he'd briefly tasted were probably spilling right out of her swollen cunt and soaking her tiny skirt with no panties to stem the flow. Her a*shole must be sore from clenching on the wide, ribbed plug. By the way she squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her thighs together, he could tell she'd decided to ride out the sensations until they went away.

Which just wouldn't do.

Hooking his hand under her elbow, he pulled her over so abruptly she almost fell right over his lap. Catching her balance, she stared up at him, lips parted.

Not a hint of defiance in her eyes. She didn't even try to push away from him.

Finally, the submission he'd been looking for.

"Once you get over yourself, you're a very good slave, aren't you?" He touched her lips with the tips of his fingers and shook his head. "No, don't speak. Listen. I am very pleased, but I can't be too easy on you, can I? We wouldn't want a repeat of your behavior outside."

She nodded and then shook her head. Unsure of the right answer, determined to give it. Very nice.

"You want me to be happy, right?"

She nodded.

"Good girl." He moved his fingers and slid his hips forward. "Show me."

The tone he used brooked no argument, but, still, he braced for one. A huff, a scowl, narrowed eyes—instead she licked her lips and rested her elbow on his knee, bracing herself to undo his zipper. She kissed the tip of his dick even as she freed it from his boxers. Her lips slipped over him, and his balls tightened. Little flicks of her tongue, right under the head of his cock, made him groan. He petted her hair and glanced down to find her watching him with a naughty smile on her lips. Then she licked right up his shaft like she was licking melting ice-cream from the side of a cone.

"Jesus." He fisted his hand by his thigh, gritting his teeth to hold back a moan.

Her hand closed the base of his dick, gliding up loosely to meet her lips as she took him in her mouth. Gentle pumping and sucking caused pleasure to rise like a stroked flame.

Feeling himself about to come already, he let his gaze drift to the seat in front of them where an old man slept. He looked over to the seat one row back across from them. The middle-aged woman who'd hit on him after he boarded was curled up under a big, flannel blanket.

Good. No chance of getting caught. He'd used exposure as a threat because he'd sensed that she'd fold faster, but, in truth, he didn't much like being watched. Not unless the observers were going to participate, and the bus didn't offer enough space for that kind of fun.

But, one day, soon, he'd arrange it. He had a couple of friends this little slut might like. Not that she'd have a choice either way. Once he got her tied up and gagged, all she could do was take whatever he wanted to do to her. If he wanted to fill her cunt and her ass with his and his friend's dicks, then he would.

His dick twitched in her hot, little mouth, and his attention returned to her sweet manipulation. She moaned, and his thigh muscles clenched. She lifted her head again, spit on her palm, and stroked him harder, faster. Then she continued sucking, sending vibrations through him by humming softly.

When he caught the familiar melody, he coughed out a laugh. I Know You Want Me by Pitbull, one of his favorite new songs. He pulled her off him and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth just the way he'd soon thrust his dick into her tight, wet p-ssy.

"All right, babe. That's enough." As he backed away, she pouted. She enjoyed being kissed, and he would give her more. But later. There was no way he'd waste time making out with her when they could be f*cking. "Go to the bathroom, and leave the door unlocked. I want your bra off, your blouse open, and your skirt around your knees. No higher, no lower. Lean over the sink, and wait for me."

Her eyes went wide. "But—"

Anyone can come in? He shut her up with a dark look before she could voice her concerns. "Now, slut."

Biting her lip, she bowed her head and climbed over him. She tugged at her skirt as she stood in the aisle between the seats. Then squared her shoulders and moved towards the back of the bus.

Brave girl. Admiration filled him as he watched her disappear into the bathroom.

Despite her uncertainty, she'd obeyed with grace and poise. He rested his arm on the back of his chair. The occupied light flicked on. Then off. A moment of indecision, then acceptance.

She probably trusted him to make sure no one else would walk in on her.

He smiled and settled in to wait, curious how long that trust would last.