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predictable. She didn’t know how much time she had before she broke but she wanted everything when it happened.
    She bent over the cold metal divider between her and the men, bracing her weight on the blond’s thighs while Oliver thrust into her from behind. This one needed her; she could see that. What would it be like to just unzip his pants and take out his cock? This stranger who didn’t even know he was awake, that she was real?
    Her fingers caressed the contours of his muscular thighs. He had a beautiful body, very male, strong. Hands shaking, body rocking with the force of Oliver’s weight, Ashley found the button on the man’s pants, forced it open, unzipped his fly. His head rolled backward, his tongue licking his lips as he lifted his hips to give her better access.
    His cock was hard under the zipper. She rubbed it with her thumb over the fabric of his underwear, marveling at its size, how thick and hot it was, imagining it was the cock filling her right now.
    It could be. While the blond man let out a groan, she freed his cock and, squeezing it as hard as she could, drew it into her mouth.
    Ah, he was big, getting bigger. Now she was filled. Velvety, salty skin under her tongue, between her lips, pressing the back of her throat.
    The coil inside her tightened; she squeezed down on Oliver with her pussy and sucked harder on the cock in her mouth, willing her body up and over the mountain of pleasure.
    Impossibly—it was all impossible!—the invisible tongue was licking her everywhere as well, between her legs, the backs of her knees, her throat, her ears, her navel, her toes. She was a flame, burning bright with need and passion and power.
    Finally, oh, finally. She wanted to share that pleasure with these men, even the impossible one, and when Oliver’s pace quickened with an urgency that suggested he was losing control, she pumped and sucked harder on the cock in her mouth. And just as Oliver pumped into her with one final, shaking thrust, her mouth filled with salty, hot cum and her vision went white with her own blinding, shattering climax.
    You’re so beautiful , the voice cooed. She felt hands everywhere, gentle and strong, supporting her limp body. Her eyes were closed, her mind still reeling. Waves of sweet pleasure lapped over her; she feared opening her eyes, ending the dream.
    What a wonderful surprise you are, Ashley, the voice continued. You’ve made more than one soul very happy today.
    I’m pretty happy myself, she told him after a minute, when her thoughts had cleared.
    She didn’t open her eyes. He—they?—were holding her upright, smoothing her hair, pulling her skirt down, replacing her panties and bra and sweater while the train rumbled on.
    God only knew where she was now. She’d have to open her eyes and see where the train had taken her, figure out how to get home.
    But she didn’t want the dream to be over, not yet. For the first time in her life, she felt good, really good. Relaxed, powerful, mature, female.
    It’s not a dream, the voice said in her ear.
    She tilted her head, inviting the invisible being to kiss her neck. He obliged and she felt the stirrings of desire flare again.
    If she wanted to seize this pleasure for herself again, she’d have to take charge and make it happen, not wait for some fantasy demon to force it on her.
    I didn’t force anything, he said, sounding indignant.
    Smiling, she opened her eyes. She looked at the blond man first, knowing she’d made him feel good but gratified to see how much by the dazed, slack-jawed expression on his face.
    Then she turned to find Oliver. He’d collapsed into a seat by the doors, his shirt unbuttoned, his pants still gaping open, and he stared at her with a mixture of awe and confusion.
    I know exactly how you feel, she thought. But he couldn’t hear her the way the other one could, and he didn’t look as if he really saw her anymore.
    The train squealed into the next station. She bent down to look out the