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Wasn’t he himself the product of such a foolish misstep?
    He’d have to amuse himself in other ways.
    He slipped between Ashley and the railing and sank to his knees, pushing the skirt aside to settle his face between her legs. At the same time, he let his awareness drift into her mind so he could enjoy her responses fully.
    Fear. She was afraid.
    But that was only on the surface, as he’d hoped. At her core she was brimming with impatient, ravenous desire.
    Well, Oliver was a well-hung chap, but he was too caught up in his own fantasy to think about giving Ashley anything more than the gift of his long, thick cock.
    There wasn’t much room for him down at her feet, but Marcus wasn’t an ordinary man; he moved his head to fit between her trembling thighs and separated the wet folds of her pussy with his fingers.
    “Oh,” Ashley whispered. And then, silently: Is that you?  
    Hold on, he told her. Just as Marcus licked her engorged clitoris, Oliver’s cock thrust into her in a hard, powerful stroke.
    With a high-pitched cry, Ashley arched her back and fell into Marcus’s patient embrace. He wrapped his fingers around her soft thighs and supported her while Oliver drew back and pounded into her again, sweat and ecstasy breaking out on his face.
    Marcus could feel Ashley’s alarm at the feel of the large object breaking her open, her panic and resistance, the initial wave of pain that shattered into sweet, sultry pleasure.
    She was being filled like she’d never been before; stretched open; pulled apart. Marcus let her emotions wash over him as he moved in for another kiss. He lapped at her tender flesh, tasted her, inhaled the smell of her, reveling in the effects of the added stimulation to her wild mood.
    “Oh, God!” she cried out, hanging by her hands onto the railing as she took Oliver harder and deeper from the rear, spreading her legs wider for Marcus to lick her from the front.
    If Oliver hadn’t been holding her around the waist and Marcus around her legs, she certainly would’ve fallen to the floor of the train.
    Or perhaps into the lap of the young men who were, with Marcus’s permission, becoming vaguely aware of the scene unfolding mere inches in front of them. The blond one was licking his lips; his friend was growing uncomfortable with the tightness in his jeans. Neither suspected that the sudden fantasy unfolding in their minds was actually happening, that if they sat up and reached forward they could caress a lonely young woman’s large breasts; kiss her erect, pink nipples; take turns pushing their hardening dicks into her parted, panting mouth while she was being fucked from behind.
    Was she ready for that much fun? Marcus wondered.

C H A P T E R 6

    ASHLEY’S FEAR WAS forgotten. All she could feel was pleasure—or pain that felt good. She took it on and begged for more.
    Oliver was pounding her apart, the invisible being was licking her open, but what could she do but whimper and hang on? It felt so good to do nothing, but she’d imagined more, all these years. Not just taking, but giving. Doing.
    Which would you prefer? the voice asked. The fair one or his swarthy companion?
    She didn’t need him to explain what he meant. The workmen didn’t look bored anymore. Shifting in their seats, with sweat breaking out on their brows, their eyes, slightly unfocused, were now trained on Ashley. They were like men caught up in an erotic dream.
    She let her gaze drop down to the blond man’s lap, where a bulge was growing. He arched his back, licking his lips, but seemed too sleepy to do anything about his own discomfort.
    That one, she said.
    Go ahead, the voice replied. He won’t mind.
    Just then Oliver pushed into her even harder than before. She gasped, almost cried out. She heard the wet, erotic sounds of his cock inside her and forgot about the workmen for a moment. A tightness was growing low inside her she recognized from her own private experiments, but this feeling was deeper, less