Free Shifting Gears by Jayne Rylon Page A

her talented tongue. He never would have guessed being watched would rev his engine. She moved her hands to cover his wrists at his side, turning him on further. Knowing his friends observed such a remarkable woman servicing him filled him with pride.
    Mark struggled to hang on when every swipe of her lips, bob of her head and suck of her mouth encouraged him to freefall. He lost track of the steady sway of the train car, the sounds of Lynn pleasuring herself and anything other than the woman devouring him.
    His focus narrowed until she became the only thing in his universe. He pumped his hips, assisting her when she couldn’t quite reach the last fraction of an inch of his cock. Desire roiled in his balls, eager to be unleashed.
    Each second he endured her torture, he lost more control. She added a hand, strangling the base of his dick as she concentrated on the sensitive head.
    “Oh fuck.” He grunted. “Yes. More. There.”
    His fingers splayed, out of his command, straight and spread. Shivers racked his body. One more pass of her talented tongue and he’d be over the edge.
    An annoying noise almost distracted him from the bliss raining around him but he ignored the disturbance and concentrated on the pleasure Sloan gave him.
    Until the sound recurred.
    “Sloan!” Sebastian hissed from across the aisle way. “Get up. Someone’s coming. Move. Now!”
    The thought of a stranger catching them in the act was more than Mark could bear. He tried to stop the tidal wave of rapture but he couldn’t. As Sloan pulled off his cock, semen gushed from his balls.
    The first crest of his orgasm hit, contracting every muscle in his body. In slow motion, he watched Sloan’s eyes grow wide. She reacted with feline instincts as he sat, helpless, in the throes of one of the most powerful climaxes of his life.
    She grabbed his cock, taking the first spurt of milky fluid across her hand as she straddled his thighs, her skirt draping over their laps. The second must have decorated the soft hair on her pussy as she guided him to her core. By the third, she sank onto his straining shaft, welcoming him home.
    Sloan bit his neck, probably to prevent a scream, because, before he’d penetrated balls-deep, she went stiff in his arms. Her channel spasmed around him, squeezing several more blasts of come from his cock.
    Mark clung to her, slamming his eyes shut, burying his face in her hair.
    Somewhere far away, he heard Lynn cooking up a lame excuse for their behavior in broken English. It sounded as if she’d said they were upset, that he was comforting Sloan after bad news, but he couldn’t manage to care. Come still oozed from the head of his cock, embedded deep in his lover’s body.
    Sloan trembled in his grip, her nails digging into his shoulders.
    They stayed locked together, quiet, until Sebastian broke the silence. “He’s gone.”
    Sloan sat up straight, putting a gap between their chests. He wished she hadn’t moved. He missed her heat and her softness over his heart.
    “Sorry about that. Bad timing.” She kissed him sweetly.
    His mind spun so much that he let her distract him for close to a minute before correcting her. “Perfect timing. Dio ! Shooting deep into your pussy…”
    He ended on a groan as an aftershock shook him.
    “I almost didn’t make it in time.” She held up her palm for him to see. An opaque slash marked her pink skin. He leaned forward, intending to lick her clean when Lynn spoke up.
    “Wait!” She panted. “He’s inside you right now?”
    “Yes.” They both moaned together.
    “Holy shit,” Sebastian muttered reverently.
    “Don’t move,” Lynn suggested. “Enjoy it. Let me see your hand, Sloan.”
    Mark looked to his lover with one eyebrow raised. Would she do it?
    Sloan nodded. “I’m going to give it to her.”
    The two women together packed a punch.
    Sebastian groaned, drawing his attention. “What did we do to get so lucky, amico ?”
    “I don’t know.” Mark stroked Sloan’s