Chapter 83: MILF got the Rough Treatment

Brittany pouted half-hearted—fully turned on from the cab teasing, Gloria beside her biting her lip to hide a grin—but they took the second roomette anyway, dragging bags in.

As the door closed, both shot me a look—hungry, promising.

We moved ahead down the corridor—now just me and the three original MILFs: Lily, Autumn, Tiffany.

The air shifted—thicker, charged.

Lily glanced at the numbers. "Two left—middle and end."

Tiffany smirked slow, leaning in a little, eyes locked on mine. "Alex... you pick who you want to share with." She said it casual, but the way she let it hang—putting it all on me—was pure tease, like she knew I would choose her.

Autumn leaned against the corridor wall, skirt riding up her toned thighs just enough to flash more skin, inviting me between those legs without a word.

Was I tempted? Hell yes.

Lily stayed quiet—watching, lips curved subtle, waiting.

"Why don’t we flip a coin?" I said, grinning.

They all looked at each other—quick glances, nods, excited little smiles, the corridor air thick with anticipation.

I grinned. "I’ll take this roomette," I said, nodding to the middle one. "Now you two—heads or tails first?" I turned to Autumn and Tiffany, pulling a coin from my pocket. "Winner gets next round with Lily. Loser goes to next."

Autumn’s eyes lit up. "Heads."

Tiffany smirked, confident. "Tails."

I flipped it—high in the air, catching it on my palm.

Tails.

"Tiffany wins," I said.

Autumn’s face fell for a split second—disappointment flashing before she hid it with a playful pout. "Fine... next time."

Then it was Lily vs. Tiffany for the spot with me.

Lily smiled soft but determined. "Heads."

Tiffany leaned in, eyes on me. "Tails again."

I flipped once more—coin spinning, landing clean.

Heads.

"Lily wins," I announced.

Tiffany sighed dramatic. She shot me a look that promised payback later.

"Best of three?" Autumn suggested, but Lily jumped in quick.

"No need," she said, eyes sparkling. "Alex and I will take the middle one."

She said it fast—too fast—excitement slipping out as she grabbed her bag.

Tiffany and Autumn shot her looks—playful but sharp, like why’d you snatch him so quick?

Lily just smiled innocent. "So Autumn and Tiffany—you two are together for the journey. Enjoy." She sent them their digital tickets quick on their phones, then turned to me, nodding toward the middle roomette. "Come on."

Tiffany and Autumn watched me go—eyes dark, knowing damn well they’d have to behave tonight, just sleep while I was steps away with Lily.

They headed to the end roomette, glancing back once—promises for tomorrow.

Lily and I slipped into the middle one—small but cozy: two bunk beds, seats that converted, tiny table, dim lights. Door clicked shut behind us.

The train rocked gentle as it pulled out—heading into the night.

Lily set her bag down, turning to me with that look—finally alone.

"Flipping a coin was fair," she said soft, stepping closer.

"Yeah," I said, pulling her in by the tiny waist. "But we both know how bad you wanted this room."

We went in for a kiss—hard, deep, tongues tangling hungry like we’d been starving for each other. I missed Lily bad—we hadn’t been alone like this since that night Autumn crashed our plans. But now? She was mine all night, to do whatever the hell I wanted.

I pulled her closer—hands dropping to her ass cheeks, grabbing hard through the cargo pants. That curve—perfect, tight, the way the fabric hugged her made it even sexier.

She moaned into my mouth, pressing tighter, hands sliding up my back.

I squeezed harder—spreading her cheeks, feeling the muscle flex under my palms. I remembered how tight her asshole was that night—took a ton of lube just to get in, gripping me like a vice.

"You missed me that much, Alex?" she whispered breathy, feeling how rough I was, how desperate.

"Yeah," I growled against her lips, squeezing again. "Missed you every night, Lily. Missed this sweet ass."

She moaned deeper—arching back into my hands, pushing for more.

We were alone now—door locked, train rocking gentle, no interruptions. She’d wanted this moment since booking the tickets, not knowing who she’d end up with.

But fate—or that coin—gave her me.

I cupped her boobs next—full, heavy under the loose shirt, thin fabric letting me feel everything. I squeezed rough, thumbs circling her nipples until they poked hard.

"Aaahhh... Alex..." she gasped, pulling me closer, hips grinding against my bulge.

I bit her nipple through the shirt—teeth grazing the hard peak, fabric damp from my mouth.

She cried out soft—"Fuck... yes..."—body trembling, hands tangling in my hair.

"Aahh, Lily... you’re making me lose control," I rasped, biting the other one harder. "There are people on the train..."

She laughed low—husky, turned on.

She started kissing my neck—soft at first, then hungry, lips sucking marks into my skin like she’d missed the taste of me for months.

We crashed into another deep kiss—moaning endlessly, tongues battling, hands roaming desperate. The train rocked gentle, but we were anything but.

I stopped her just long enough to pull her shirt up and off—revealing a thin white crop vest with tiny straps, the kind of nightwear that hugged her curves like a second skin, barely containing her massive tits. Then I unbuttoned her cargo pants slow—watching her eyes the whole time, her biting her lip hard as I peeled them down her hips.

They dropped to the floor.

Just a white panty left—already soaked, clinging to her pussy lips, outlining everything.

I rubbed her there—pushing fingers lower, feeling the heat, the wetness through the fabric before sliding under, fingering her slow.

"See how wet you are?" I rasped against her lips, thrusting two fingers deep.

"It’s all your fault, Alex..." she moaned, hips rocking into my hand, eyes fluttering.

I stripped fast—shirt off, cargo pants gone—throwing our clothes in a pile. No need for them anymore.

Her boobs were peeking from the vest—so big, so tight, nipples straining hard against the thin fabric. I grabbed them rough—squeezing without pulling the vest down, feeling them overflow my hands.

She melted into me—body going soft, moaning deep.