Chapter 39

The breath escapes through my lips, and the blood rises to my face, leaving it flushed and warm. My vision crepts, as well as my body, shaking around the pleasure that flows and drowns my consciousness. The reflection of pleasure in my swollen intimacy makes me shake hands, and one of them is still on Hunter, squeezing more and more as the toy slides through the dark tunnel and returns to its starting point. I shudder, relieved, and still wishing for more.

I open my eyes when the sounds of the boarding platform for the toy become deafening, echoed by screams and conversations of the next in line, and the tunnel lights go off at once. I wipe the last tears with one hand and turn to Hunter before pulling the hand that is on him. But I regret looking down, and not at your face, because I realize where my hand was, what I thought was your thigh, and what rises below it.

I blush even more, holding the dull laughter and the shame that hits me hard. An ad on our foreheads would