to the safety bars.
“What?” I walk up to her, pressing her body into metal.
“The guy tripped over his own feet to secure you a private ride.”
“All the more fun for us.”
She raises a brow at me before she leans on the glass. I press my front against her back as I run a hand up her thigh. Her wearing a dress is an added bonus, giving me access to what I’ve been craving all day.
“What are you doing?” she whispers even though no one else is in the capsule with us.
“What do you think?” I push her hair to the other side of her neck, allowing room for my kisses. I trace yesterday’s hickey with my tongue before sucking on the sensitive skin again.
Elena moans, pushing her ass into my cock. “Stop. People can see.”
“Who?”
Elena looks around at the other capsules in our eyeline. The guys who asked for my autograph set us up with an empty capsule behind us. The people who loaded before us are all watching the London skyline with little interest in what we’re up to.
“There are people right there.” Elena points to the occupied capsule.
I lift the hem of her dress so her bare ass presses against my jeans. “Who gives a shit? Sucks for them because I got the better view.”
One of my hands snakes around her to hold her in place. I make quick work of removing her knickers and pocketing them in my jeans. “Turn around.”
“But what about the camera?” She points to the corner of the pod.
“Remember my new favorite fan down there? I emphasized the need for privacy, cameras included.”
“Do you always get what you want?”
I chuckle. “Basically. Now turn around.”
She hesitantly turns toward me.
“Sit on the rail.”
Her head snaps toward the people in the other pod. “Oh my God. I can’t believe you.”
“I won’t ask you again. Sit on the rail like the good girl we both know you like to be.”
She blushes as she sits on the cool metal. Her back faces our neighbors, and the long hem of her dress blocks them from seeing me sink to my knees in front of her.
Elena follows my silent command and places her legs over my shoulders, giving me full access to her. Her eyes shut when I part her folds and sink my tongue into her.
Fuck. I love the way she tastes as much as the way she reacts to my touch. The moan she releases makes my cock throb in my jeans. I fuck her with my tongue, teasing her to the brink of pleasure.
Her needy fingers grip my hair and tug me closer. I suck on her clit, pulling a soft sigh from her I wouldn’t mind hearing every day.
Every day.
Damn.
Anxiety creeps up my spine before I have a chance to shut it down. I don’t want to worry and feel guilty about the future. But it’s hard to ignore how Elena makes me think about the what-ifs, and that alone is risky.
I take my confusion out on her body, fucking her relentlessly with my tongue before her orgasm rips through her. Her legs tremble against my shoulders as she attempts to gather herself.
But like me, I don’t want her to pull herself together. I want her desperate for more. For her to silently understand my need to dominate her—to have some semblance of control over the spiral our lives are becoming together.