ATasteofRome by Lucy Felthouse Page A

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shoulder of a young man who could either be her boyfriend or a total stranger.
    Carefully, she began to stroke him, getting into a rhythm
that would drive him to climax without anyone knowing.
    Ryan turned back to the window, giving the appearance of
looking out at the darkening sky. Shanna’s grip tightened, her movements grew
faster and he grew closer to coming. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip in an
attempt to regain some kind of control. It didn’t help—his hormones raged and
the familiar tingle at the base of his spine was a dead giveaway.
    Looking as chilled out, as casual as possible, he turned to
Shanna and whispered, “You’d better get that tissue ready—otherwise I’m going
to make an awful mess.”
    She gave a single nod of understanding and moved her other
hand beneath the jacket, slowly, languidly. It probably looked as though she
was just changing position, rather than anything naughtier. Ryan, however, was
at the stage where he didn’t care. If anyone happened to look across, happened
to confront them, he’d hold a hand up to keep them quiet until he finished.
    Nothing of the sort happened. Shanna’s hand brought him to
the edge then teased him over it, leaving him with clenched fists and a
tightened jaw as he shot his load into the tissue she’d cupped over the head of
his cock.
    After a few seconds, as his prick ceased its leaping and
twitching, he finally relaxed, giving Shanna a brief nod to let her know he was
done. He began to get his clothes straight again. She grinned, carefully
pulling away from him, then murmuring that she was off to the on-board toilet.
    He hoped for her sake that there wasn’t a queue. Standing in
line holding a spunk-filled tissue would be far from pleasant.
    Closing his eyes, he told himself it was just for a moment,
just a few seconds of rest.
     
    The next thing he knew, there was a load of commotion as
everyone prepared to disembark the coach.
    “Come on, sleepyhead.” Shanna nudged him. “We’re here.”
    He gave her a dopey smile and followed her out into the
aisle, then helped her to get her bag from the overhead storage before grabbing
his own. They exited the vehicle, finding Kristian and Taryn waiting for them.
    “Hey,” Kristian said, giving Ryan’s shoulder a playful
punch, “took some waking up, didn’t you? Were you having sexy dreams or
something?”
    Ryan rolled his eyes. He’d had real-life sex—well,
foreplay—before he’d fallen asleep. Why on earth would he then have hot dreams?
No unconscious activity, however erotic, could beat the real thing. “No, I just
dropped off, that’s all. Now shut up. Let’s go. The hostel is across town.”
    Ryan, Kristian, Shanna and Taryn pulled their respective
bags onto their backs and made for the nearest Metro station. The girls were
staying at the same hostel as them—as organized before leaving Paris—and they’d
probably go for dinner together that night, but after that they’d made no
concrete plans. Ryan, for one, had some culture on his itinerary. It was his
first time in Rome and he intended to make the most of it.
    They arrived at the shared dorm late—so late that they
murmured good nights to one another to avoid waking the other inhabitants and
carefully made their way to their respective beds in the darkness. After
changing, Ryan fell asleep almost instantly, into a deep and dreamless slumber.
    He awoke to the sensation of a body pressed against his—a
curvy, feminine body—and a hand around his shaft, teasing it to tumescence.
Letting out a gasp that sounded more like a groan, he found his mouth
immediately covered by a hand.
    “Shh,” the voice said. The hand continued stroking his cock,
which was almost fully hard, “it’s me.”
    In his still half-asleep state he came to the conclusion
that Shanna was tossing him off in a mixed-sex dormitory and they could be
caught at any moment. The chick really was addicted to crazy, risky sex. Just
then she began to shift