I took him into my mouth, slow at first. Just the tip, swirling my tongue around it. He tensed, one hand slipping under the coat to rest lightly on my head. Not pushing, just holding. I sucked gently, then took more of him, lips sliding down his length. He filled my mouth completely, hot and hard. I bobbed deeper, tasting him, my hand working the base in steady strokes. His hips gave small shakes, pushing gently into my throat. The risk of it all had me soaked again.
Just as he started to throb harder, right on the edge, the train suddenly blared its horn. Loud and sharp. The sound cut through the carriage like a warning. The dark tunnel was ending faster than we thought. His eyes were closed, lost in it, and I had him deep down my throat.
Panic hit me. I pulled my head back quick, lips
