Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 195: Between Stations

Nash and Lina stepped into the train car right as the doors opened.

The place was packed, people shoving in from every direction, bodies pressed tightly. The air smelled like sweat and metal.

Nash grabbed the overhead bar to steady himself, but he spotted two empty seats near the back. They were lucky to get in early enough.

He dropped into one seat, legs spread a little to take up space for both of them.

But instead of the clingy girl, it was two strangers that sat down on either side of him, a tired worker on his left, an older guy with headphones on his right.

Nash was confused, where was Lina? He looked up and the girl was right there, standing in front of him instead, looking down with that wicked little grin he knew too well.

Trouble was coming.

The train lurched forward, and she swayed with it, her short skirt brushing his knees.

She turned her back to him, facing the doors. Then she bent her knees slowly, lowering herself right onto his lap.

Her bare ass pressed straight against his crotch. She was wearing no panties, so it was just the warm, smooth skin and the slick heat of her cunt sliding over the front of his joggers.

Nash froze for a second.

What the hell is this girl thinking?

The train was crowded. People were everywhere. But she didn’t care. She settled her weight fully on him, grinding her ass in slow, tight circles.

Her skirt rode up in the back, hiding nothing from his view. He could feel her wet folds spreading against the fabric of his pants, leaving a damp spot that soaked through instantly.

He glanced left and right. The worker stared straight ahead. The guy with headphones bobbed his head to music. No one seemed to notice yet.

Lina leaned back a little, resting her head against his shoulder. Her pink twin-tails brushed his cheek. She reached down with one hand, pretending to adjust her skirt, but really she pulled it higher so more of her bare ass touched him.

Her cunt lips parted around the bulge in his joggers, sliding up and down his length.

Nash’s cock throbbed hard under her. He could feel how soaked she was, hot, slippery, dripping onto him, and that meant he would have to buy another pant before joining Blacklist’s hangar.

He glanced left and right again. They were in public. One wrong move and someone would turn around.

He swallowed. She was right there, bare, wet, ready to go at any moment. Her vanilla scent filled his nose.

His hand moved on its own, sliding under the back of her skirt. His fingers brushed the smooth skin of her inner thigh, then higher, until he felt the slick heat of her folds.

She spread her legs a fraction wider, giving him room.

He traced her slit lightly, collecting her wetness on his fingertip. Lina let out a tiny sigh, thighs trembling. She pushed back, trying to take more.

Then, a sudden cough.

Nash’s pulse raced. He looked around again. The worker coughed twice, shifting in his seat. Nash froze, his fingers still on her cunt. The man glanced their way for half a second, then looked down at his phone.

False alarm.

Nash exhaled, they hadn’t been caught. It was close, but now, he felt like he quite liked this new sensation, the fear of doing something so indecent with the risk of being exposed.

He pressed one finger inside her, slowly, carefully. Her cunt was tight, hot, clenching around him immediately.

Lina bit her lip, eyes blinking then closing. A soft, shaky breath escaped her, almost a moan.

She rocked back, taking his finger deeper. Nash curled it, rubbing that spot inside her that made her thighs shake. She clenched harder, dripping down his hand.

The worker next to them glanced over for a second, then looked away fast.

Nash moved his finger slowly, deep, curling inside her, rubbing that spot that made her thighs shake.

She turned her head just enough to look at him. Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed. She grabbed his wrist under the skirt and pushed his hand deeper, making him thrust harder.

"Fuck," she whispered, voice trembling. "Right there... don’t stop..."

Nash added a second finger. Her cunt stretched around them. She gasped, quiet, but loud enough that the worker next to them coughed again, shifting uncomfortably.

Nash’s stomach tightened.

Too loud... We’re gonna get caught.

But Lina didn’t stop. She rocked her hips in tiny motions, fucking herself on his fingers while her ass ground against his cock. Her breathing got faster, little pants, barely contained.

She was close. He could feel it in the way her walls fluttered, squeezing him tight.

Then he pulled his fingers out slowly, slick with her juices.

Lina whined low in her throat, her body jerking like she’d been slapped. She turned her head slowly to look at him, lips parted, eyes half-lidded.

"You asshole," she breathed, voice shaky. "I was so close."

Nash wiped his fingers on the inside of her thigh, leaving a slick trail. He leaned down to her ear.

"I know you too well," he said quietly. "If you cum here, everyone’s gonna hear you scream like a slut and splash them."

Lina shivered, pressing her ass harder against him.

"Maybe I wanted them to hear," she whispered back. "Maybe I wanted them to know I’m your slut and you’re the one making me drip."

She grabbed his wrist gently, turned her head, and took his fingers straight into her mouth, tongue swirling, sucking off every drop of her own wetness.

Her eyes locked on his the whole time, half-lidded, pupils blown wide. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, letting her tongue drag along the underside of his fingers like she was tasting his cock instead.

A thin string of spit connected her lips to his knuckles when she finally pulled back, then licked it clean with one slow swipe.

"Mmm, I taste so good on your fingers, baby," she whispered. "Can’t wait to taste your cum later. Just know I’m gonna make you pay for edging me like that."

Nash smirked, his other hand resting on her hip, thumb stroking the skin under her skirt.

The train slowed. Brakes hissed. The speaker’s voice crackled: "Ironhide station. Doors opening."

Lina stood up slowly, skirt falling back into place. Her thighs glistened with her own wetness. She looked down at Nash with a teasing smile, then held out her hand.

"Come on," she said. "Let’s go see what trouble you’re dragging me into."

Nash took her hand and stood, adjusting his joggers to hide the obvious bulge.

They stepped off the train together, heading toward Hangar 47.