Smut in the City (Absolute Erotica) (4 page)

“Yes, I - ”

The train ground slowly to a halt as the carriage was swamped in darkness. Every light had blinked off, leaving them in complete silence. Caitlin’s heart crashed against her chest as she looked around wildly trying to understand what was happening. There was a crackle from the speaker system but no one spoke.

“Are you okay?”

Caitlin snorted. “You appear to ask me that a lot since we met.”

“I do, don’t I? Maybe it’s because you’re such a damsel in distress?”

“I doubt this is any of my fault. In fact, almost ending up on my arse was down to the train lurching forward. I knew I should have left with Nathan at six.”

“And Nathan would be?”

Though she enjoyed the slight jealous edge to his tone, she was still worried as to what was going on. Trains didn’t just grind to a halt. And what was up with the lighting?

Ignoring his question, Caitlin stood up and walked toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Miles questioned sharply, his hand wrapping around her bicep a bit too tightly. He pulled her toward him, her entire body sparking into life from his proximity. The fear that grew within her due to their situation mingled with the arousal currently wetting her knickers. It was a bizarre combination but nevertheless utterly exhilarating.

Finding her voice was difficult when all she could focus on was Miles’ touch and the heavy thundering of her own heartbeat.

“The next carriage. I was going to see what’s happening.”

“You’re going nowhere,” he growled. “Wait here. I’ll go and find out.”

Caitlin had no time to argue with him. He left the carriage after tugging roughly on the door a second later.

The darkness closed around her, and to calm her nerves she switched the light on her phone. There was no reception, so the only help it gave was that of a makeshift torch. She shone it against the window, hoping it would illuminate the tunnel outside and reveal the problem but there was nothing. Total darkness.

Her mind spun, remembering all the horror films where the woman is left alone in the dark. “Quit it, Cait. He’s coming back...without the meat cleaver.”

Walking across to the opposite door, she continued to give herself a pep talk. Her stomach churned, the images from the films flashing through her head. The women would almost always end up being scared half to death first as the killer made his entrance -

“Boo!”

Caitlin screamed, her body twisting as her arms lashed out, trying to make contact with her attacker. This wasn’t her end. There was no way she would die on a dirty Tube train without even the smallest kiss from Miles.

“Whoa there! Caitlin, it’s me. Me. I’m sorry.” His arms surrounded her, encompassing her and allowing her a moment to regain her composure. Her gasps for air echoed off the metal walls, punctuated by tiny whimpers of shock. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, stroking her back and tucking his chin into the crook of her neck.

She clung to him, gripping the back of his suit jacket and letting his warmth seep down to her bones. That would wash away the frozen fear she’d felt. He could do that.

“The driver was checking on everyone,” he continued, whispering into her ear. “It looks like there’s been a power cut. Most of this side of London is down. He told me to stay with you. Help will be here soon.”

Caitlin gulped. “H- how many are on the train?”

“Just us and a couple of teenagers. We’re only two carriages from the driver. He knows where we are.”

Miles pulled back slightly. She squinted, trying to see his face but only getting his silhouette. She all but melted when he cupped her face in his hands. It soothed her instantly.

“You going to be okay?”

Caitlin huffed lightly. “You really have to stop asking me that. I’m fine. It just startled me.”

“We were having fun before that, huh?” he asked. It sounded like his was grinning.

“You could say that.”

His thumbs stroked her cheekbones, the right one moving down slowly until it swept across her bottom lip. “I think you could be a lot of fun, Caitlin.”

Understanding what he meant, she tilted her head into his palm, frowning. “I doubt I could muster any kind of excitement right now.”

“I beg to differ. You heart is already racing, your blood pumping as adrenaline floods your system. Excitement isn’t the issue right now.” A strong, muscled thigh slid between hers while he spoke. It caused her skirt to ride up as he pushed a bit further. He lowered his voice until it was nothing more than a whisper and skimmed his lips along her jaw as he continued. “I feel it rolling off you. Sure, you were scared for a moment but before that we were getting somewhere.”

“We were?” she asked breathlessly. The feel of his tongue sweeping across her skin had her breath hitching. “I thought we were talking.”

“Correct, no different than now then. And we have nothing else to fill the time while we wait.”

Apprehension had her throat tightening. However, fighting the attraction was futile, especially when Miles lowered his hands, smoothing them down her back and cupping her bottom. He hauled her closer, rubbing his thigh against her hot mound. Her skirt lifted to her waist, exposing her to the cool air.

“Miles...” she started but her words drifted off. Did she really want to stop this now? Would she live a lifetime of regret if she called time on this interlude?

She knew the answer instantly. She wanted this. She wanted Miles. Even if that meant a quick, sordid fumble on the Tube during a blackout.

Had her life become so dull that she was willing to risk getting caught in such a compromising situation?

A small voice inside her head screamed a ‘Hell yes’ in response, and needing to take control, she let go of his jacket and gripped the hair on the back of his head. She imagined his eyes growing wide with shock then softening with admiration when she crashed her lips to his. Their mouths fused together, hot, angry and possessive. It became a war, passion swiftly boiling over. Tongues thrust and slid erotically, the air around them crackling with the energy they were giving off.

Miles dipped his fingers into the lacy edge of her underwear, stroking them down the crease of her buttocks. It startled her, but she’d had the feeling he would consume her, taking her to highs she had never experienced. Not that she had the ability to stop him. Every cell in her body was focused on him and she wouldn’t be denied.

Her nails raked his scalp, his hips rocking of their own accord so that she rubbed herself wantonly against his thigh. Gasps filled the air, the carriage feeling suddenly very hot and as she tore her mouth from his to get some air he ripped her damp shirt open.

“Amazing.” He kissed the swell of her large breasts, feasting on them, sucking the mounds of flesh.

Miles made no apology or asked for what he wanted, he simply took and that act alone made her knees weak. Never had she felt so consumed by one person, and definitely not after such a short period of time. He seized, controlled and dominated, leaving her swimming in a sea of lust.

Caitlin moaned when his tongue pushed beneath her bra cup. It lapped across her nipple, circling the surrounding, puckered skin. His hands remained on her buttocks, squeezing and kneading until she was gasping for much more.

“Raise your arms, Caitlin,” Miles demanded, tearing his face away from her chest.

Confused by his request, she scowled and tried to see where he was looking. The dark shadow of his face lifted up. The only things of interest on the roof were the hand loops that hung from the carriage - the ones passengers would hold to keep their balance on a busy train.

“Hold on. Don’t let go.”

“Why?” she croaked, startled by the huskiness of her own voice.

“You let go and I stop.”

Cautiously, she started to raise her arms. “W-what will you be doing?”

Miles’ reply was delivered with a smile. She didn’t need to see him to know that. “Wait and see. You know what curiosity did to the cat.”

Gripping the loop, she realised her palms were sweaty so tightened her hold. At the same time Miles dropped to his knees and grasped the edge of her underwear.

Now she understood. It took her breath away.

Gently, Miles began to pull her lacy thong over her hips and down her thighs. He didn’t remove them completely though, leaving them at her knees. She watched his darkened form, wishing she could see his eyes or the expression on his face. It would encourage her and stop her nerves about being caught like this.

“I can tell how much you want me, Caitlin.” His lips met her stomach, and it tensed in response. A finger drifted across her sex, trailing lower until it skimmed her slit. “This wetness gives you away. You cannot deny this.”

“I don’t want to,” she responded, trying to sound far more confident than she felt.

His head pulled back from her skin. “Do you want me to make you come? Would you like me to taste you?”

Swallowing thickly, she nodded and gently gasped, “yes.” A light chuckle filled the air as her knickers hit the floor. Cool hands circled her ankles and Miles didn’t need to speak for her to know what he wanted her to do. She altered her stance, parting her legs so that he could settle between them and give her what she desperately wanted.

The urge to beg hung on the tip of her tongue. However, it appeared Miles was as frenzied as she was because he didn’t wait long before making his move.

“Oh. My. God,” Caitlin groaned when his tongue swirled around the outside of her sex. He kissed the swollen flesh, licking at her wetness as he gripped her buttocks to hold her in place. She couldn’t stop squirming, the way he used his mouth was divine.

Her arms throbbed but his earlier threat was enough to have her keep them in place. Instead, she closed her eyes, focusing on Miles and the sensations that were rolling through her body. Every nerve ending was on alert, so that each touch, kiss or lick sent jolts of arousal to her clit. Her sex throbbed to the heavy beat of her heart, her skin over sensitized to Miles’ touch.

With her eyes closed she could fool herself into believing this was all a dream, but all Miles had to do was slide the tip of his tongue gently between her folds and reality crashed hard. Caitlin moaned loudly, her hips thrusting toward his face in a demand for so much more.

She knew the begging was futile. Miles would go at his own pace. That didn’t stop her asserting herself and showing him what she’d like.

“Please,” she whimpered. It swiftly turned into a moan when he swept his tongue across her needy clit.

Miles hummed against it, making her hips buck and her knees almost give out. The feelings were so intense. She’d never been so provocative in public, not somewhere that she could get caught at any moment, and not with a near perfect stranger. Nevertheless, those factors made the whole experience more exciting. It heightened her lust, wetting her sex even further.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Miles whispered.

“Then don’t.”

His right hand left her buttock, his tongue beginning to swirl around the hot, wetness of her pussy. Looking down, she could make out very little but felt him begin to stroke his dick as he rubbed against her side. Her eyes rolled back, her head lolling to the side as she got lost in the decadence. Her skin heated as he sped up his strokes, pressing harder as he licked her clit. Sparks flew and an intense fire burned in her abdomen.

Miles grunted, taking the tight ball of flesh between his teeth and rolling.

“Holy fuck!” Caitlin snapped as the carriage faded and her orgasm slowly swamped her.

The white heat consumed her from the inside, making her buck and cry out. Sweat formed a thin sheen across her skin, her pulse leapt erratically. Whimpering filled the carriage and it took her a moment or two to realise it came from her. Her entire body buzzed and vibrated, drifting slowly down from oblivion.

A soft kiss was delivered to her stomach. It made her giggle childishly, which was odd considering what they done together seconds earlier.

“Ticklish?” Miles rumbled, standing up and kissing her jaw.

“A little.”

A metallic groan and a loud grinding stopped further conversation. The lights burst on in the carriage, and suddenly self-conscious, Caitlin wrapped her shirt around her exposed breasts. Miles smirked. “You’re a strange creature.” He tapped the tip of her nose, giving her another quick kiss. “I’ll go and check what’s happening, but it looks like we’re on our way home, Caitlin.”

Nodding her agreement, she started to tug her skirt down. Miles halted her movements, dropping to his knees again. Panic gripped her. He wasn’t intending to do it again, was he? In the light? But her fears were unfounded when Miles reached for her underwear, bringing them up her legs and helping put them back in place.

“Only fair as I was the one to remove them,” he pointed out.

Caitlin smiled at his chivalry. No man had ever been that considerate.

“I’ll be back shortly.”

He pulled on his coat, buttoning it up before leaving the carriage in search of the driver. Caitlin flopped on the chair, her legs suddenly too weak to hold her up. Exhaustion beat at her, the whole encounter sapping every ounce of happy hormone from her system. She glanced over at her belongings, only then noticing that the train was now moving.

“Finally,” she sighed, allowing herself to relax.

The driver announced which station they were due to enter and apologised for the delay. Miles had not returned, nor did he when the driver announced the next stop or that they were reaching the end of the line.

Miles had vanished.

Her only proof that it had really happened was the way her body still hummed and his discarded umbrella. The man had taken what he’d wanted and never returned. Oddly, she didn’t feel used, just confused.

Standing to collect her bag and coat, something scratched her hip. Caitlin fumbled with her skirt, trying to feel what had caused it. Whatever it was, it appeared to be underneath her skirt, so quickly she fished into the waistband of her knickers, retrieving a business card.

“What the...?”

Frozen in fear Caitlin reread the card four times before she accepted what was written.