His eyes are huge behind his glasses, glassy with terror and lust. He nods frantically against my palm, tears already gathering again.

I start to move, tiny, filthy circles at first, barely rocking, just enough to feel the drag of his head against my front wall. Every circle makes his cock twitch inside me. His hands slide up under my cardigan, palms cupping my bare breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples in frantic little flicks that match his pulse.

The couple four rows ahead shifts. The woman turns her head, scanning the darkness.

Noah freezes completely, cock buried to the hilt, breath stopped in his chest.

I don’t.

I grind down...