Quiver (a Suspenseful Romance Novel) Read Free Page B

move away but slammed into the door behind me. My palms pressed flat against the obstruction. I was cornered, and there was no escaping him. I smiled and looked into his eyes, willing him to take me.
    In a matter a seconds he was upon me. My eyes dilated as he rushed towards me, his face millimetres from my own. He didn’t try to kiss me.
    “I’ve watched you for so long…” he mouthed.
    His hands were on me again, widening the existing hole in my tights. I felt the tip of his finger circling my opening, and I didn’t dare move as I closed my eyes, silently praying for him to enter.
    “Finally!” I gasped, as his digit glided into my red-hot pussy. Amazed at my outburst, I raised a hand to clamp over my mouth and grabbed onto his shoulder as he moved within me, his thumb resting upon my clit. I looked down and saw my naked breast bounce in tandem with his thrusting fingers.
    Fast and steady like a piston, his fingers drilled into me. Wanting more, I arched my back and lifted one leg, careful to balance myself on the other foot, and wrapped it high around his waist. To prevent my heeled shoe from falling off, I clenched my toes tight, desperately holding on.
    A low rumble echoed, emanating from the tunnel; the sound bounced off the curved ceiling, and I could feel the door behind me vibrate. Cold air spun its way past the alcove, gently reaching out to touch our faces. I was lost in the moment of quivering pleasure, sensing everything and letting it flow through me.
    Off in the distance, approaching footfalls clattered against the platform floor and demanded my attention.
    “Someone’s coming,” I whispered breathlessly, his fingers still pleasuring me. We may have only a few precious seconds before being caught, I thought. If the on-comer chose to wander down towards the end of platform, he or she would no doubt come upon our tangled embrace.
    I didn’t want to stop, and the additional danger of being seen made it all the more exhilarating. I tingled all over.
    “Don’t worry” he responded, “I’m going to make you come first.”
    He added extra pressure and swirled faster and faster. The sounds of footsteps got louder. I almost couldn’t stand it. He bent his head and used the tip of his tongue to lick rapidly at my erect nipple. The thunderous sound of the approaching train boomed all around. I shuddered and moaned. The stranger was nearly upon us. At the thought of our public act being witnessed, I felt a sudden rush burst forth from me. I roared as I came, the train screeching to a halt as it pulled into the station.
    Delicious waves washed over me, and I slumped against the door, catching my breath. He studied me, a crooked smile barely visible at the edge of his lips as he fondled my still exposed breast. I came to my senses and turned to face the wall and adjusted my skirt, trying to compose myself and briefly considering what we’d just done. I experienced a total sense of freedom, but at what cost? A resonating lump of guilt and shame settled like silt within me. Was this who I was?
    I could hear the quiet shuffle of people moving along the platform, and I hoped they couldn’t see me tucked away in the shadows of the recess in which I now hid. I fully expected my handsome stranger to be gone once I turned back around. Questions filled my mind. Was I just a toy to him…? An innocent he played with and then discarded after he’d had his fill? Had there been more like me?
    Preparing myself for disappointment, I gathered up my handbag and turned on my heels to face the platform. My heart leaped, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was waiting for me, his silhouetted form leaning against the wall at the entrance to the alcove.
    He glanced over his shoulder at me and extended his arm, palm faced outward, his fingers reaching for mine.
    “The train is about to leave. Are you coming?” he asked.
    I took his hand. It felt warm and secure, and I moved closer, stepping out of the grey shadows and into