Tipsy, I stumbled into the carriage. I checked my phone through blurry eyes: 1:01 AM. Good. I’d be home by half past, in bed by two.
I sank into a seat, surveyed the car as the train rattled on. It was empty, save an older woman dozing in her seat, and a young Adonis.
Fuck.
I sat up a little straighter.
He was in the seat across me, reading a book. He wore tortoiseshell glasses, had unkempt messy hair and looked like an Italian artist. Or professor. Art professor?
He looked up and caught me staring. Unabashed, I gave him a coy smile. He held my gaze for a moment, before giving me a once-over and returning to his book.
“The next station is Arnos Grove. Please mind the gap between the train and the platform.”
As I walked towards the door, I felt a brush of movement and realised Adonis was standing behind me. I turned and our eyes met again, leaving my heart in a flutter.
“Whoops!”
The cry had left my throat involuntarily, as I had been leaning on the door as it opened, and I was falling–
As the platform accelerated towards me, a strong arm reached out, steadying me.
“All right?”
He was looking at me with concern, as we stood upon the deserted platform, the train speeding away from us.
“Yes, yes. Gosh, I shouldn’t have had so many drinks tonight. Thank you for saving me, I would have broken my nose otherwise.”
He watched me, an amused expression playing on his lips.
“No problem. Fancy a coffee at the Pret A Manger? You’re white as a sheet.”
“Sure, thank you.”
We walked side by side, our hands brushing, till we reached the Pret right outside the tube station. He insisted on paying for my cappuccino, and as we stepped out, sipping our hot drinks, I turned to him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Stefan. And yours?”
“Sofia. Are you Italian, by any chance?”
“Indeed, but I have lived here for the past five years. Sofia, you look like you are freezing. How far is your home?”
For I had started shivering slightly, as my bodycon red dress wasn’t protective against the harsh breeze, my tights too flimsy.
“About a ten minute walk.”
“Come to my house and I will give you something warm for your walk home. Meanwhile, take my coat.” He took his woollen overcoat off and placed it on my shoulders, ignoring my protests. I couldn’t help notice how muscled his arms looked under his flannel shirt.
Stefan’s flat was a minute away. Sinking into his divan, I surveyed his neat studio.
“Here you go.” I handed him his overcoat, allowing the warmth of the room to wash over my now-bare arms. I caught him checking out my legs, and made a split-second decision to give him the show he was so clearly craving.
Eyes locked on his, I slid my hands under my tights as I slowly pushed them down my hips, thighs, and dropped them to my ankles. I slipped my heels off, revealing red toenails and my anklet-tattoo.
“Wow.” He cleared his throat, peeling his eyes away quickly, and instantly looking back again.
I slowly got up and walked closer to him, close enough to feel the heat emanating from his body.
“Sofia — ”
“Yes, Stefan?”
“The minute I saw you on the tube, I wanted to bring you home.”
I blushed, surprised by his candidness. “Stefan, did you know what I thought when I saw you at first?”
“What nerd reads on the tube so late at night?”
“That, and ohmygod it’s Adonis.”
He chuckled, closing the gap between our bodies, snaking an arm around my waist.
“I promised you something warm if you came to my flat. Does a tumble beneath my quilt count?”
Whatever response I had was lost in my throat; for he’d begun kissing me voraciously. I swooned; it was intoxicating being kissed by such a beautiful man.
Impatient, I fumbled at his buttons, eager to undress him, please him. His shirt came off, and I was left to admire the expanse of his tan, sculpted chest. I gently scraped my nail along the contours of his beautiful neck, delighting at the shudder it produced. Hungrily, I placed my mouth on the hollow of his collarbone, kissing and sucking, as my hands trailed his back.
“God, you’re good.” His voice, a hoarse whisper in my ear. “My turn.”
And he’d taken off my dress in one quick movement, his large hands cupping my breasts. Moving them to my buttocks, he started.
“You don’t wear knickers?”
“Not as a rule, no. Sometimes a thong.”
His eyes darkened with desire, he picked me up with alacrity, kissing me on the mouth again, as he laid me on his bed.
“Stefan, I want you so bad.”
“Patience, gorgeous.” He’d found his way down, trailing kisses along my body, as his fingers found my aching pussy. He slid a finger in, as he ran his tongue over my clit, teasing me. Then another finger went in, licking me all the while. As I careened towards an orgasm, my moans getting louder, he stopped.
“Don’t-stop — ”
He looked up at me from between my legs, smirking.
“You’re too impatient, Sofia. Didn’t you know delayed gratification is the basis of euphoria?” He had moved closer, his knees on either side of my body, his rock-hard erection inches from my lips.
“Suck, baby.” The thrill of receiving a command from him, and such a command, made my pussy quiver. I opened my mouth, feeling the length of him, as he went all the way in, hitting the base of my throat. As he pulled out, he looked down at me.
“Tap my thigh once if it gets too much, gorgeous. I don’t want to make you gag.”
Eyes streaming, I nodded, too eager to please. This being encouragement enough, he plunged his member into my throat again, and again. My eyes watering, I kept my mouth wide open, aroused by his size, his groans as he kept fucking my mouth.
Then I tapped his thigh.
He pulled out immediately.
“Are you alright?” he asked, lying down next to me, looking concerned.
“Didn’t you know delayed gratification is the basis of euphoria?”
He laughed then. “Touché.” He began kissing me again, his hands exploring me, more gently now.
“Stefan, give it to me, babe.”
“Gladly.”
He got on top, penetrating me, my feet on his shoulders. He went deeper and deeper with each thrust, gaze locked in mine. I couldn’t stop staring at his angelic face — the thought that I was an object of desire to this man was tantalising enough to send me over the edge.
“Choke me, Stefan.”
He groaned as I said this, clearly aroused by my desire for rough play.
“Tap my arm if it gets too much.” His fingers were clasped around my neck, and it was ecstasy, being choked like this. He knew how to — his fingers expertly wound around my throat, tight enough to enhance pleasure, and controlled. As he kept pounding me, his hips pumping against my bare bottom, I was in an ocean of bliss. Each thrust sent me closer to the edge, until I climaxed with a loud gasp, pussy clamping around his member, back arched.
“Where do you want me to come, gorgeous?”
“On my face, Stefan.”
He was beside me in one swift movement, barely able to contain his ejaculation. Groaning, he brought his member close to my lips again, and came all over my lips, face, hair.
“You look even more gorgeous with my cum all over your face, Sofia.”
As I got up and walked towards the bathroom, I turned around to look at him from the door.
“Then let’s make this happen again?”
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