Full Steam Ahead

The sun had barely crested the horizon when I woke up to the soft, steady rhythm of Maggie’s breath against my neck. Her arm was draped over my waist, her leg hitched over mine, and the warmth of her body pressed against me made it hard to think of anything but the way she’d felt last night—the way she still felt now, even as we lay tangled in each other’s limbs like we’d been doing this for years instead of just one wild, unexpected night.

I shifted slightly, just enough to roll toward her, and her eyes fluttered open, a slow, sleepy smile spreading across her face. “Morning,” she murmured, voice rough with drowsiness.

“Good morning,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. The intimacy of it—being here with her like this, after everything that had happened between us—felt like something out of a dream. And yet, here we were.

“We’ve got…” I glanced at the small clock on the wall, squinting against the early light, “about four hours until you need to be off at your stop.”

Maggie hummed, stretching like a cat before settling back into the pillows beside me. “Four hours is a long time.” She tilted her head, considering me through half-lidded eyes. “What do you have planned?”

I smirked, trailing my fingers down her bare shoulder. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure I can think of something.”

Her lips quirked up in response. “Something, huh? You’re not exactly a man—or woman—of few words, are you?”

“I’ll show you more than words,” I promised, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

She laughed, turning her head so our mouths met properly, her tongue slipping between my lips as though it belonged there. When we finally broke apart, breathless, she bit her lower lip and asked, “You packed any toys?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Toys?”

“You know what I mean.” She grinned, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

A slow grin spread across my face. “As a matter of fact,” I said, reaching under the bed where I’d stashed my duffel bag, “I did.”

Maggie’s eyes lit up as I pulled out the strap-on harness, the thick silicone cock glistening in the dim cabin light. She traced its length with a fingertip, her grin widening. “Well, well. Someone came prepared.”

“I always come prepared,” I teased, watching as her fingers trailed along its curves.

She looked up at me then, mischief dancing in her expression. “So, how does this work?” she asked, holding the toy up between us. “Do I get to use it on you first, or—”

Before she could finish the thought, I was already tugging her closer, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. My hands slid down her body, exploring every inch of her, memorizing the way her skin reacted to my touch. By the time we parted again, we were both breathless, her cheeks flushed and her pupils blown wide with desire.

“Your turn,” I murmured against her lips before rolling onto my back, spreading my legs wide in invitation. Maggie wasted no time, her eyes dark with hunger as she crawled between them, positioning herself at my entrance.

The tip of the toy pressed against my pussy, sending a shudder through my entire body. I gasped as she pushed forward slowly, filling me inch by delicious inch until I felt her hips press flush against mine. We both groaned at the sensation, our bodies moving together like they were made for this.

Maggie leaned down to capture my mouth in another deep, hungry kiss, her tongue sliding against mine as she began to move. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, building higher and higher with each roll of her hips.

It didn’t take long before we were both lost in the rhythm of it, our moans mingling in the small space between us. The cabin filled with the sounds of our pleasure—the slap of skin on skin, the rough panting of our breaths, the occasional whimper or gasp that escaped either one of us when things got particularly intense.

And when Maggie reached down to pinch one of my nipples between her fingers, I nearly screamed from the surge of sensations that flooded through me all at once.

Then it was my turn again, flipping Maggie over so I could ride her instead. The angle changed everything, letting me control the depth and speed now, grinding against her in ways that had us both crying out loud enough for people passing in the hall to hear—and not giving even half a damn about it.

But it wasn’t until I rolled Maggie onto her stomach and positioned myself behind her, driving into her with hard, deep strokes that had her clawing at the sheets beneath us, that I realized just how far gone we really were.

The train rocketed across the countryside outside, but inside our little cocoon, there was nothing except each other’s bodies and the sheer, unadulterated need for release that burned between us.

I gripped Maggie's hips tightly, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I pulled her against me, driving deeper with every thrust. The strap-on felt incredible, its length hitting places inside her that made her moan and push back eagerly. Her back arched, her ass pushing into the air as she braced herself on her forearms.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her voice ragged with pleasure. “You feel… God, Riley, you feel amazing.”

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back as I wrapped an arm around her waist, my hand finding her clit. My fingers circled the sensitive nub in time with my thrusts, feeling it swell under my touch. “That’s because you’re taking me so fucking well,” I growled in her ear, my breath hot against her neck. “Look at yourself—so perfect like this, taking my cock, begging for more.”

Maggie whimpered, her body shuddering as my fingers worked their magic. She turned her head slightly, seeking out my mouth, and I met her halfway, our lips crashing together in a messy, desperate kiss. Our tongues tangled as our bodies moved together, the rhythm between us as natural as breathing.

“I’m close,” she gasped against my lips, her words muffled by the intensity of the kiss. “Don’t stop—I’m right there—”

I didn't plan to let up—not when she was this close, not when I could feel her pussy clamping around the toy inside her, squeezing tighter with every stroke. My free hand slid up her side, my thumb brushing against the underside of her breast before moving higher to tangle in her hair. I tugged gently, just enough to tilt her head back further, exposing her throat to me.

My mouth trailed kisses along her jawline, down her neck, sucking and biting lightly as I continued to fuck her slowly, deeply, savoring every gasp and moan that escaped her lips. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of us, building higher with each passing second.

Her hands flew to the sheets again, gripping them hard as she rocked back against me even harder than before. “Riley!” she cried out, her voice cracking with need. “Please!”

I picked up the pace then, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes that had her screaming my name into the pillow beneath her. My fingers never left her clit, circling and pressing relentlessly until her entire body tensed around me.

And then she came undone.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her muscles contracting violently as she shuddered beneath me. Her pussy clenched around the strap-on repeatedly, milking it as if it were real flesh inside her instead of silicone. The sensation sent shocks of pleasure straight to my core, making me groan against Maggie's sweaty skin.

“Fuck, yes—” I growled, my hips stuttering as I fought to keep my own release at bay. Watching her fall apart beneath me, listening to the raw, unfiltered sounds of her pleasure, felt better than anything else ever had. It was intimate, vulnerable, and utterly intoxicating all at once.

When the last tremors of her climax finally subsided, Maggie collapsed forward onto the mattress, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. I carefully eased out of her, discarding the harness on the nearby chair before crawling behind her on the bed, pulling her close against my chest. We lay there for several moments in comfortable silence while our heart rates gradually returned to normal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but still not nearly long enough, Maggie turned in my arms so we faced one another directly. She grinned lazily up at me before planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“You’re amazing,” she murmured against my mouth, her fingers tracing idle patterns across my bare shoulder blades. “Absolutely incredible.”

I smiled back at her, feeling warmth spread throughout my chest at those words. There was something about hearing praise from someone who clearly meant it—the way they looked right into your eyes when saying such things—that made it impossible not to feel good afterward.

“I could say the same about you,” I replied honestly, brushing stray strands of hair away from Maggie’s forehead once more. Then, just because I couldn’t resist teasing her further, I added: “Although I’m not sure anyone’s ever called you ‘incredible’ quite like this before…”

Maggie rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t deny my statement. Instead, she bit down gently on her lower lip while considering what might come next between us—which seemed plenty, given how much time remained before reaching her destination station stop.

“What?” she asked innocently. “Are you insinuating maybe someone should’ve told me sooner?”

I chuckled darkly under my breath, shaking head slightly. “Oh, trust me—I’d never presume.” Leaning closer so our mouths hovered scant inches apart again, I whispered: “But if there’s one thing tonight taught both of us? You deserve nothing less than exactly what gets you off…over and over again until neither can move anymore.”

Her breath hitched noticeably then, pupils dilating slightly even though neither had expected that kind of response. Clearly, however, Maggie wasn't complaining—not judging by way her body arched toward mine ever so slightly, inviting me nearer still without needing any further encouragement whatsoever.

And as our lips met once more, tongues tangling together hungrily while hands roamed freely along each other’s heated skin…well. Let’s just say neither of us slept very much during whatever remaining hours left before arriving at Maggie's final train platform destination.