Getting Caught with My Hands on His Cock

The train’s rhythmic hum vibrated through me as I sat pressed against Jace, the dim lights of the late-night commuter car casting long shadows. I have a penchant for thrills, and Jace, with his tousled hair and devil-may-care grin, was my latest addiction. We’d met at my bar, his flirty banter turning into stolen kisses behind the counter, and now, on this half-empty train from the city, the air between us crackled with forbidden heat. The car was mostly quiet, just a few dozing passengers and the occasional clatter of tracks, but the risk of being seen only made my pulse race faster.

Jace’s hand rested on my thigh, his fingers inching under my skirt, teasing the edge of my panties. “You’re wild, Tara,” he murmured, his voice low, lips brushing my ear. “Wanna make this ride interesting?”

I smirked, my hand sliding to his lap, feeling the hard bulge straining against his jeans. “Already is,” I whispered, my fingers tracing his length through the denim. His breath hitched, and I felt a rush of power, knowing I had him on edge.

“Careful,” he warned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Someone might see.”

“Let them,” I shot back, my voice husky. I unzipped his jeans, slow and deliberate, my heart pounding as I slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. He was hot, pulsing, and already leaking, and I bit my lip, loving the way he tensed under my touch.

“Fuck, Tara,” he groaned softly, his head tipping back against the seat. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

I leaned closer, my lips grazing his jaw. “Good. Keep quiet, or we’re fucked.” My hand moved, stroking him slowly, my thumb circling the tip, spreading his precum. The thrill of public sex, the chance of getting caught, made my panties soak through. I glanced around—nobody was watching, but the old guy a few rows back could turn his head any second.

Jace’s hand slid higher under my skirt, his fingers brushing my clit through my panties, making me gasp. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, his voice rough. “This turning you on?”

“You have no idea,” I said, stroking him faster, my grip tightening. His cock throbbed in my hand, and I loved the way he tried to stay cool, his jaw clenched, his breathing shallow. I shifted closer, shielding us with my body, my skirt riding up as I worked him, my fingers slick with his arousal.

“God, your hand feels so fucking good,” he muttered, his hips twitching, barely noticeable to anyone but me. I grinned, loving the control, the way his eyes fluttered shut. I leaned in, kissing his neck, my teeth grazing his skin as I pumped him harder, my rhythm steady but relentless.

“Gonna cum for me?” I teased, my voice barely a whisper, my lips brushing his ear. “Right here, where anyone could see?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he rasped, his hand gripping my thigh, fingers digging in. “Keep going, baby.”

I did, my hand sliding up and down his shaft, my other hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently. His cock pulsed, and I knew he was close, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. The train lurched slightly, and I used the motion, letting my body sway, my strokes faster, more desperate. The risk was electric—any second, someone could glance over, catch me with my hands on his cock, and the thought made my clit throb.

“Tara, I’m gonna—” he started, but I cut him off with a quick kiss, swallowing his warning. My hand didn’t stop, pumping him hard, and then he groaned low, his body tensing as his cumshot erupted, hot and thick, spilling over my fingers and onto his jeans. I kept stroking, milking every drop, my heart racing as I glanced around, praying nobody noticed.

“Shit,” he panted, his eyes half-lidded, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “You’re fucking insane.”

I laughed softly, wiping my hand on his shirt, leaving a faint streak. “You love it.” I zipped him up, my own arousal pulsing between my thighs, my panties drenched. But before I could catch my breath, a cough broke the silence. My head snapped up—an older woman across the aisle was staring, her eyes wide, a mix of shock and amusement on her face.

Busted.

“Oops,” I whispered, my cheeks burning, but I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. Jace chuckled, pulling me against him, his arm around my shoulders like we hadn’t just been caught in the act.

“Think she enjoyed the show?” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple.

I smirked, my hand resting on his thigh, still feeling the heat of him. “Maybe. Wanna give her an encore?”

He laughed, low and wicked. “You’re gonna get us arrested.”

“Worth it,” I said, kissing him again, slow and deep, the taste of risk still lingering. The train rolled on, and I knew this was just the start of our night.