Kady

 

The train station is a busy, bustling mecca of tourists, commuters and families, all milling about. All speaking Italian, Japanese, German, Spanish and of course, variations of the English language. It is a beautiful cacophony of syllables and languages, fluttering in the air like a mist over the mountains in the distance.

My mind is composed and locked into the sounds buzzing around me, but my body is still alight with tingling from the night before with Gavin.

And what a night it was. I’m still stunned that it happened at all, considering his very big brush off yesterday. I was so certain it wouldn’t happen. Looking back at his behavior – the before and after - I realize he was fighting something internally. As Luca had so intuitively predicted, Gavin was indeed interested in me. And once Gavin gave into it – to me - holy shit, it was intense. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before with a guy.

Gavin is a skilled and talented lover. I hadn’t pegged him as a guy who would be so attentive to a woman’s needs. I assumed he was just like every other jock I’d known – quick to release and eager to move on. But not Gavin.

A shiver runs through me as his large thumb strokes the baby soft skin at my knee. He’s also very affectionate, even in a very public place like the train. I bite my lip and turn toward the window of the train car, watching the landscape go by in a blur, trying to calm my beating heart.

And then his warm breath is at my ear, fanning across my exposed neck. I shiver, as goosebumps break out across my arms and legs.

“You’ve been unusually quiet this morning, Kitty,” he murmurs low and sexy, his thumb painting patterns across my flesh. “At least since we left my bathroom.”

A low chuckle rumbles through his chest and lands straight at my center so I’m forced to clench my thighs together. I realize that my hand is gripping the seat armrest so hard you’d think I was in a dentist’s chair, instead of romantic train ride next to a sexy man.

I turn my head slowly in his direction, drinking in his handsome features. Thick, corded neck muscles that I kissed and bit throughout the night. I can still see faint reddish marks spotted on his skin, where I sought a way to devour him with my mouth. His chiseled jawline, covered in an already visible five o’clock shadow, even though I watched him shave this morning.

There’s an angry nick underneath his chin that flares red where he accidentally cut himself as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror not two hours ago. At the time, my body was wedged between him and the vanity, facing the mirror as I watched his fluid movements with the razor at his jaw.

I wore only a t-shirt, one of his team shirts that was so large it hung down past my knees. My hand slid behind me between our bodies – over the front of his briefs – stroking and playing with his growing erection, fingers dipping down to cup his scrotum and then finding that secret spot. When he jumped, his hand jerked from the sudden movement. A hiss slithered off his tongue, flooding me with apology when I saw the blood from the cut.

Stepping into action, I dabbed cautiously at the cut with a piece of tissue, but all was forgotten as he began kissing my neck, hands pulling up the too-big-for-me shirt to expose my nakedness underneath. He then lifted me onto the counter and fingered me to my first orgasm this morning. And then he fucked me hard and fast against the shower wall, as the hot water sprayed and lapped against our over-heated bodies until the water turned cool.

It was a phenomenal way to start the day and begin a trip to Rome, one of the most romantic cities in Europe.

Something about Gavin – being with him – feels so good. He gets me and doesn’t care about my past or the baggage I carry. He calms the storm of anxiety that constantly rages and rattles inside of me. I’m able to drop my guard when I’m with him. He soothes the antsy tension that roams rampant through my blood. Gavin is like my very own cooling balm.

All those free radicals disappear inside my brain when I’m with Gavin. The way he holds me, teases me, treats me like I’m special. He doesn’t judge me like others have judged me my entire life. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know my history or the whole me. Who I really am.

I consider this when he breaks through my strange, deprecating thoughts.

“Is everything okay? You have this weird, faraway look on your face. Do you still want me to go with you to Rome?”

I shift in my chair so that I face him and cup my hands around his jaw that’s tight with apprehension.

“Yes, of course I do. This is going to be the best part of my entire trip, spending it with you.”

And I mean every word. Hanging with Gavin these past few days and nights has been the highlight of my trip. I hope someday, a long time from now, I can look back and know that this was the best adventure of my lifetime.

As soon as I speak, the tension slowly releases from his body, like the tide rolling away from the shore.

I lean in and kiss him sweetly on his lips. His perfect full lips, that feel both soft and raspy against my mouth from his short beard. Tilting my head, I kiss him again, this time opening my lips so that our tongues meet and exchange hellos. Our breath mingles and mouths fuse as the kiss goes from sweet to hot in a nanosecond. I’m just about to throw my leg over his lap to straddle him when I hear some snickers coming from the row in front of ours.

Peering over my shoulder, I see two young boys, probably seven or eight years old, sitting in the seats facing us in the next row. They’d been happily playing with their toy cars before this, but apparently, our make-out session captured their attention and their toys are long forgotten.

A smile forms across my kiss-drenched lips and I wag my finger to scold the little scoundrels, and then make kissy-face noises at them. They fall back into their seats in a full-on fit of boy giggles.

I turn back to Gavin to find him smiling at me.

“You seem to have that effect on boys no matter what age they are.”

My brows draw together. “What effect is that?”

Gavin roll his eyes and gently pops me on the tip of my nose with a long, tapered finger.

“You make us all crazy,” he comments evenly, while my pulse skitters when he leans in behind my neck and takes a nip. “I bet if those boys were a few years older, they’d be in the same boat I am right now. You get me so hot thinking dirty thoughts about you. I’m not sure I can wait until we get to Rome to fuck you again.”

I close my eyes and revel in the fact that he’s so naughty. I love knowing that he’s impatient for me and wants me again.

Sighing, I lift his wrist to glance at the gold-banded watch wrapped around it. The one he told me he purchased for himself in Switzerland with his first real paycheck a month after he started with the Fury. His proud moment when he felt like he’d made it and done what he set out to do.

Although I was happy for him, a part of me felt crushed for myself. It was yet another person who knew exactly what they wanted to do with their life. Unlike me, a mess of greatest proportions. I wasn’t good at anything. Except looking fashionable and getting myself into trouble.

The time on his watch indicated we were still forty-five minutes out of Rome. Plenty of time for what I have in mind.

Gavin grunts when I drop his wrist back into his lap, at the same time brushing my hand covertly over the visible erection beneath his shorts.

I smile sweetly, but hope he recognizes the naughty gleam in my eye.

Leaning up to his ear, I whisper cunningly, “Give me a minute and then follow me into the first washroom.” I point toward the back of the train car that hosts the luggage racks and wash closet.

The train moves and sways as I stand, strapping my small Kate Spade purse over my shoulder so it lands at my hip, flopping against me from the motion. I try to maneuver around his long legs he has stretched out in front of me, which block my way to the aisle. I turn to face away from him, my ass practically hitting him in his chest. Gavin encircles my waist, yanking me down on top of him so I can feel his hard length.

“Fuck, you have a fantastic ass,” he growls in my ear before dropping his hands so I can scoot by.

The momentum of the train, and perhaps my unbalanced equilibrium from Gavin’s masculine scent, has me teetering on my feet as I head toward the front, passing the snickering little boys and their mothers who are talking animatedly over their cappuccinos. Finding my way to the small enclosure, I wait outside the door of the washroom, as the person occupying it steps out and holds the door open for me. As I pass him, his eyes rove over my legs appreciatively and he says something in Italian. By the expression on his face and the waggle of his thick brows, I assume it’s a compliment.

I wink and shrug past him, closing the door behind me, taking a quick check in the mirror for any make-up or hair mishaps. I haven’t worn much make-up, except last night at the club, and today I have dark heavy circles underneath my eyes which are puffy from lack of sleep.

My head is filled with images of what transpired last night and the sexy times with Gavin. A throb of excitement hits me between my legs. I slide my hand to my center, pressing into my clit to ease the pressure there.

Two loud raps on the door startle me, and I pull my hand away, but not before Gavin opens the door. He enters the small enclosure, his broad frame filling every inch of the space between us, as the door shuts behind him. The lock turns to occupied with a snick.

“Were you just touching yourself?”

I remain face-forward to the mirror but look up to the reflection of his face staring at me, his dark eyes hooded, framed by long lashes.  

I smile coquettishly. “Maybe.”

It feels like I just lit a match to the dry tinder between us.

“I want to watch you,” he groans.

He reaches for the hem of my skirt and twists it in his fingers, pulling up to expose my hot pink panties. My arousal is evident – not only by my heavy pants of breath, but from the wet spot he finds.

Gavin’s fingers lace through the edges and he yanks them down. When he gets them to my feet, I step out of them and he brings them up to his face. I watch, enthralled by what he’s about to do. He holds the panties to his nose and takes a long, inhale of breath.

We both curse simultaneously.

He pulls them away so I can see the devious grin that erupts on his lips. It’s then, as I watch where his hand aims, that I know what he’s going to do.

“We need to be very quiet, Kitty,” his voice is low and rumbles across my neck. “You can’t be screaming like you did this morning.”

Holy hotness, he’s going to gag me with my underwear. I’m about to protest. Or comment. Or shriek with excitement when he commands, “Open.”

And I do.

I watch in the mirror with wide, expectant eyes as my mouth complies and he places the material between my lips. He’s gentle about it. I don’t feel claustrophobic or choked. In fact, the taste of myself on my tongue is rather intoxicating and fans the flames even higher.

His mouth is at my ear, his wet lips scrolling across my neck, down to my collarbone, up my jaw. Back to my ear.

“You good?” he checks in. “I’ll remove them if you’re not.”

Goddamn, I am more than okay with this. I nod my head and give a little grunt, which he finds amusing.

“Now show me how you touch yourself. Show me what I missed out on when I left yesterday. Show me everything.”

My delayed response must test his patience, because he takes my hand in his and brings it to my exposed flesh between my legs.

“I’ll help if you want.”

I’m unable to speak. Even if I didn’t have a gag in my mouth, I’m not sure I’d be able to find the words.

This is too hot. The image of the two of us, the illicitness of it all, the fear of getting caught.

I allow his hand to guide my fingers through my wet center. The contrast between the soft pads of my fingers and the rough, blunt edges of his, stimulates me beyond belief.

He leads my fingers through the slick folds, opening me up and making me visible in a way I’ve never been. We moan together as he dips our fingers into my entrance, his longer finger parting and pressing into the soft center of my body. I squirm and my pelvis punches forward, as he continues this glorious onslaught of friction.

In and out.

Up and down.

Back and forth.

Fast and slow.

It's all made more erotic by the train’s movement – the loud engine noises and screeching of the metal rails.

Gavin frees my hand and brings both of his palms up to my chest, where he dips his fingers into my tank, stretching the material down and under the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts. He seems completely entranced by the sight of my peaked nipples, and he squeezes my breasts together, plumping and groaning in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Kitty. I’m so hard for you. Just look at you. You’re so fucking perfect.”

His word choice stuns me – knocks me off guard. I’m so far from perfect I can’t stand it. My flaws and imperfections are all over the internet to see. My imperfect choices and decisions. My embarrassment and disgrace.

I push those thoughts aside as I get closer to orgasm. Gavin thrusts his hard length into the crevice of my ass, grinding against me as I rub with just as much fervor against my hand.

The tip of my finger, now wet and slick, flicks over the bundle of nerves as I moan, the sound muffled only by the panties between my teeth and the loud roar of the train.

“Are you close?” he asks, his eyes hooded, our bodies undulating together. “Are you going to make yourself come?”

“Mm...” I pant out.

My legs shake. Shake from excitement. From the movement. We stare at each other in the mirror, watching my hand as it twists and moves.

I’m on my way to the top of my climb – ready to jump as I near the point of no return.

His hands leave my breasts and he unzips his shorts. The noticeable scent of latex hits my nose as he rolls on the condom. And then the air is sucked out of me as he lifts me off my feet, spreading me wide as is allowed in this confining space and pushes inside of me with no warning.

He fills me.

He’s everything I feel.

I see.

I hear.

I am.

I raise an arm to wrap behind his neck, as one of his hands returns to my breast, the other on my hip to offer support. I drop my head back against his chest and watch us, as if in a dream. My entire focus is chasing that climax.

Every time he jabs in, he pinches my nipple, which sends an electric shot to my clit, and then drags himself out. His rhythm and tempo changes with every other move, but each time, he hits me where it counts. In less than a minute, I’m begging.

“Please don’t stop…more,” I mumble, the words coming out in low muffled sounds.

“Kitty, you feel so good. God damn…so tight.”

His words of desperation are what do me in. He hits the spot inside me that has me losing my ever-loving mind and I come so hard, with such intensity that I’m trembling uncontrollably. He encircles his arm around my waist to keep me from collapsing. I let out a low, desperate groan, the shock waves detonate and explode in my blood stream.

I’m panting now, so hard and so loud that the panty-mouth-gag is rendered useless.

My head lolls in relief. I can smell his spicy aftershave and the musky scent of his sweat surrounding me. His lips are everywhere now, my neck, nipping at my earlobes, my cheeks and then my mouth. His mouth takes ownership of me, just as his body does, his tongue sweeping in to stroke mine. Making good on a promise. Proving how good it is between us.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, his thumb finding the soft indent between my legs and my hipbone, pressing there. Moving me in the way he deems fit.

Rocking. Controlling. Marking.

Gavin’s movements become more ragged, less precise as he searches out his own bliss. The hair on his legs rubs against the back of mine, and I can feel him grow inexplicably bigger inside me. I let go of his neck and place my hands on the mirror in front of us, giving him more leverage.

I want to feel everything. Want him so deep inside me I’ll feel him for weeks to come. He’ll be with me forever, no matter where we go from here. Regardless of what happens after Rome.

And then Gavin stills inside me, his hot length pulsing against my walls. I look up into the mirror to see his head fall back, a beautiful expression of ecstasy written across his face.

“I’m coming…oh fuck, I’m coming…”

We’re wrapped in each other’s arms, on a train in the middle of Italy, rocking each other’s worlds. It’s the most beautiful experience I’ve ever had. And that’s saying a lot, considering where we’re fucking.

In a span of two seconds, we collapse against each other, our breathes evening out, just as someone pounds on the washroom door.

Gavin raises his head; his face having been nestled in the crook of my neck. He wears a look of sheer panic. My eyes grow wide with amusement and just a slight hint of concern.

My mouth is freed from its silken imprisonment and Gavin drops me down to my feet. He wrestles with his still semi-hard dick, pushing it back inside his pants, carefully zipping up.

I smooth my skirt down and look at my reflection. I look like a girl who has just been fucked. Cheeks flushed, hair tousled by rough hands, lips swollen and bee-stung.

Holding my panties in my hand, I decide not to put them back on. Instead, I ball them into Gavin’s fist, for him to keep as a keepsake. A gift of sorts. A way to say, “There’s more for you where that came from.”

I step out first and give an unapologetic smile to our interruptive audience. The older man smiles at me but then turns a surprised expression as he sees Gavin step out behind me.

We laugh on our way back to our seats.

As we sit back down, Gavin closes his eyes to nap, a happy smile across his face, I realize one thing.

No matter how soon I leave Italy, I know without a doubt that I was meant to find Gavin on this adventure of mine.

And I will never forget our time together for as long as I live.