A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter :D
I came home after school and had heaps of emails and it was nice.
That's why I'm uploading this chapter now instead of in a few days, I got it ready early for you :)

Her stop was still at least an hour away. She didn't know what kind of stamina he had but she doubted he could last that long and she was not going to sit awkwardly in the bus with his after this was over. The only thing to do was to draw it out. Lengthen the teasing foreplay that was already driving her into frequent fits insanity. She hoped to God she could retain her compose in such adversity and then turned her attention back to the boy.

She took his head in her hand, pulling it forward and crushing his mouth onto her own. His lips were clumsy, she assumed it was because he was being played with so cruelly but couldn't rule out the possibility that he was just a bad kisser. It lasted longer than she'd expected. At some point in what must've been 5 minutes at least he regained composure and kissed back properly. No longer sloppy, he was was precise with every movement. The flick of his tongue send her mind into spinning ecstasy and fuelled the fire that was burning between her legs. Her toes curled in the sneakers she had put on to go running. Her only thought was how she wouldn't need to run tonight after the exercise she was going to get here. Mentally slapping herself for ruining the moment she pulled away from his delicious lips. She was left with an after taste of coffee, the thing she'd been craving all day.

Her mind was still reeling as she wrapped a slightly trembling hand around the warm cock in front of her. His eyebrow separated from each other as he exhaled and his face relaxed, assumably expecting release. Her grasp tightened and a small grin crept onto her face. The boy's head rolled back to lean against the chair as she finally moved her hand first up, then down, so slowly it felt as if she wasn't moving at all, like the minute hand on a clock. He half groaned, half moaned from both the pleasure and the frustration of her sluggish movement. In a whisper he urged her to move faster. When no response came he opened his eyes to see what was happening. A giant grin adorned her face, as quick as lightning her tongue darted across her lips, she glanced up at him and caught his eyes.
"Please," He whispered a second time, "Faster!"

Her eyebrows darted up but quickly went back down. Tongue slowly tracing her top lip she ran her free hand across his chest.

"Did you say something?" She asked, voice at full volume. He looked uncomfortable. Eyes jumping from the front of the bus where the driver was, to her face, to the pace where her hand met his aching need. The boy pushed his hips up against her, attempting to find a loophole in what seemed an impossible situation.

Maka let go. The place where her hand had been, steadily pumping his feverish cock, was now cold and bare. Her eyes, like ice, bore into his. Her expression was predatory, he had once seen a lion kill a deer and the look in her eyes matched almost too well. There was also a hint of pleasure. A sadistic glint that seemed to penetrate his soul. The boy who had been all too willing a second ago suddenly realised that no matter how innocent she looked weird fetishes could lay beneath the surface.

"Sorry." He choked out. Voice strained from the exertion of resisting. His fear growing as she hovered over him menacingly.

Her face softened. Unable to be truly merciless, especially in such a heated state herself. Her hands made contact with his skin once again, this time on his shoulders. She slid them down his body pressing into him. When she reached his cock this time she stopped.

She pushed up off the seat and balanced on her knees. This left the boy with a face full of her breasts, bouncing slightly as she wiggled her arms around, untying his hands. As she fiddled with the tie he couldn't help but open his mouth over one of her smooth, delicate bosoms. At first he just licked gently at her cleavage, her clothes still covering all the fun parts of her body. But soon Maka dealt with the knot and his hands were free. A quiet moan escaped her lips when he ventured into her shirt and nipped gently at one of her swollen pink nipples. Her hips were suddenly pressing heavily against his chest as she leaned her weight onto him. Message clearly received, he worked quickly to remove both her shirt and bra, stunning her with his skills in bra hooks, specifically how to undo them. Now that her chest was fully bare to him he sat her back onto his legs, just further away than his still throbbing cock.

His hands worked quickly and knew exactly where to touch and what to do. Maka felt herself loosing control, finally. He was unique amongst the men she'd been with in that he was talented. He was pleasing her of his own free will and was actually good at it. It was his turn to be in charge, she decided, although she knew she just really the wanted the release that he could provide. His huge hands grasped her hips, taking only a second to locate the zip on the side of the skirt and undo it. Her embarrassingly childish superman panties were done away with quickly, after only a slight chuckle from the boy.

A/N: Ok, hope you liked it.
The next chapter will probably be up in a couple of days coz I still need to write it.
Let me know what you think and if you have any ideas let me know and I might be able to work them in.