Chapter 8 - Nadia

The woman on the other end of the car watched us leave the train, and shouted, “I don’t think he’s gay!”
Braden took my hand and led me through the station. Up the stairs, then down a long, poorly-lit hallway that connected one platform to another. The sound of trains on tracks rumbled above and below us, sandwiching us in this subterranean place.
I held his hand tightly. I practically trembled with anticipation for what was going to happen next. We reached a door marked Metropolitan Transit Authority Only, but Braden pushed through like it was a welcome sign rather than the opposite.
We found ourselves in a dark room with humming machinery. An electronics switchboard room for the station. Braden closed the door behind us and flicked the deadbolt.
“Is anyone going to—” I began.
He cut me off with another kiss, one that was so desperate and hungry it forced me backwards. I surrendered to his tongue in my mouth, undulating against my own as my back hit a terminal desk and stopped me short.
“You don’t have to prove anything,” I whispered.
His blue eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness, reflecting only the light of the electronics displays. “The only thing I have to prove is how much I want you right now.”
His fingers went to my waist and tenderly pulled down the yoga pants I wore at rehearsals. The cool air conditioning hit my skin and sex as he pulled my panties down next, allowing me to step out of them. I waited for Braden to remove his shirt, to let me feast upon his body the way he was feasting upon mine just then, but instead he grabbed my waist with both hands and twisted.
I yelped as he bent me over the electronics terminal. He went to his knees behind me and began eating me out, his entire mouth burying itself in my pussy from behind. I moaned loudly—louder than I wanted, but I couldn’t control myself—as his insanely long tongue penetrated my pussy. It wiggled and swirled like an especially dexterous cock inside me, hitting every nerve in my pussy while he kept one hand on my lower back, forcing me to stay bent at the waist.
“How’s that feel?” he asked, breath hot on my ass cheeks.
“Amazing,” I whispered.
Now his tongue didn’t tease; it pushed deep inside my pussy, rigid and hard. Once inside he moved it down, then up, an eager wedge to taste every inch of me. I pushed back against his face involuntarily, begging him to keep tongue-fucking me in the deep recesses of the subway.
I moaned and moaned as he ate me out, his hawk-like nose pressing against my asshole with each thrust. The visual of his beautiful face pressed hard against my crotch was enough to make me come then and there, and soon my throat was dry and hoarse.
And then, right when I was on the edge of eruptive climax, Braden pulled away. I pushed my hips out for him invitingly, ready to accept his cock from behind, but he gripped my waist and spun me back around.
“I want to stare into your eyes,” he said, then kissed me so I could taste myself on his wonderful tongue.
He picked me up effortlessly and put me back down on the desk. His pants were around his ankles in an instant, and I caught a glimpse of his beautiful cock, rigid and ready. He rubbed my pussy and then used the juices to coat the head of his manhood, then gently positioned it at my waiting entrance.
But I wasn’t in the mood to wait. I wanted him now.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in, accepting his cock deep into my pussy in one long, endless thrust. We moaned together in the belly of the subway station, joined by our most sensitive flesh. He filled me completely, the way I’d never been filled before. As if I had been hollow all this time up until this moment.
Braden gazed down at me with hooded eyes. He was beautiful in that moment, as he was always beautiful, his hard jawline clenching with intensity as he savored how I felt from the inside.
“I can’t move,” he whispered with a silly grin. “If I do, I’m gonna come right away.”
I grabbed a handful of his chestnut hair. “Then stay inside of me for a while.”
I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him deeply, this time invading his mouth with my tongue. He moaned in response, and we savored the way we felt in that moment while simply kissing.
It went on for seconds, or minutes, or hours; I lost track of time while exploring the contours of Braden’s mouth, the lines along his lips and the bumps of his tongue. He stayed completely hard inside me the entire time. But eventually I couldn’t stand it any longer and I wanted more, I wanted him, I wanted to accept what he could give and squeeze every drop of come from his body that I could. I loosened the vice-like grip of my legs around his waist, and he responded by immediately pulling back and thrusting forward again, like he’d been held back only by my restrictive legs.
“Fuck, Nadia. You feel good.”
“Not as good as you,” I purred back.
He grinned at me, and I almost died right then and there. “I beg to differ.”
The sensation of his cock moving inside me was almost supernatural. It wasn’t a long dick, but it was thick in all the right ways so that it hit every nerve ending on my inner walls as it moved. It hit nerves I didn’t even realize I had.
I ran my hand along Braden’s chest while he fucked me steadily. I wished his shirt was off. I would have given anything to see the firm muscles underneath, to run my hands along them while he had his way with me.
In response to my touch, Braden moved his hand to my belly and then his thumb slid down to my clit. He began rubbing in a slow circle, at a pace that was just below what I really wanted, making me squirm with desire. I was the kind of girl who couldn’t get off on vaginal stimulation alone, and his thumb at that moment was pulling me toward a roaring furnace that was going to devour me in its flames.
His face was shadowed in the darkness but I could see him biting his lip. “Nadia,” he said, a prayer and a moan and a curse all at once. “Nadia, I…”
“I know,” I moaned back, throwing my hips into him with each thrust. “Harder. Fuck me harder!”
“Ohh…”
“Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“Never!” he breathed.
He was pulling all the way back each time, slamming his cock deep inside of me. His free hand gripped my waist and tensed, a vibration growing in his entire body. All the while his thumb swirled on my clit, bringing me closer and closer…
“Yes,” I moaned, urging myself on more than him. “Right there, just like that, yes, yes, yes, oh my God fuck me I’m coming!”
“Nadia!” he roared.
My eyes tried to clench shut at the intense ecstasy spreading outward through my body, but I held them open so I could watch Braden’s climax. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened while locked onto mine, like his orgasm was a sudden surprise. His beautiful face twisted and tensed, and I drank in the sight of such a gorgeous man as he blew his load deep inside of me.
Eventually I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer and I clenched them shut, accepting the final waves of pleasure from my shuddering orgasm.
His lips found mind in the darkness, and we kissed softly because neither of us wanted to leave. But eventually he grew soft inside me, and had to pull out.
We dressed quietly and he led me by the hand back out of the room, looking both ways in the hallway to make sure nobody was watching. Giggling, we hurried out of the Metropolitan Transit Authority Only area to the pedestrian section, coming to an intersection that separated the Q-line from the 7-line. Braden turned to face me, and a grin split his face.
“I’m not gay,” he said firmly. “My parents just think I am, despite my best efforts to convince them otherwise. I’m sorry I misled you earlier tonight. Goodnight, Nadia.”
I kissed him one last time, our lips sticking together as we parted slowly. “Goodnight, Braden.”
With his taste still on my lips, I smiled all the way home.