Smut Marathon 2014: Assignment #3

I made it through to the third round after I shared the first place with two other authors in the second round.

The assignment we received for the third round was:

This month’s assignment is to choose a song that inspires you and write a flash piece. 250-300 words max. Yes, that’s a hard limit, because I know some of you really work to the razor’s edge.
What can’t you do? Use any lyrics. That’s a no-no. No lyrics. Nope. None. No fan fic. I don’t want to read about actual rock stars fucking. Well, maybe I do. But not on my blog. No no-nos. I say this over and over, and I’m sorry, but no underage, no relatives, no animals, no unsafe sex, no non-consensual. If you’re unsure, ask me.
Tell me the name of the song that inspired you, but let’s not let the readers in on that secret until the reveal. I think that’s an added bonus.

This is the piece I sent in, two days before the deadline:

Samantha grabbed his hand and pulled him with her toward the entrance of the station.
“Come on, Peter,” she said, “we have to rush or we won’t make the last train.”
Peter followed her into the station building and toward the escalators. On the long escalator rolling down to the underground platform, Peter pulled Samantha close. She looked up at him. Peter bent down and kissed her. A long, lingering kiss full of promise. Samantha’s nipples hardened. She pressed her body against his, feeling his erection against her tummy. Their feet stopped while the stairs mechanically rolled on, causing them to stumble off the escalator. Only minutes before the train was scheduled to arrive, they were on the platform.

Peter spread his legs and leaned back against the wall, pulling Samantha into his embrace. She instantly felt his hard cock pushing against her crotch through layers of material. They kissed, their breathing was labored, their passion obvious.
“I want to fuck you again,” he said.
She groaned in frustration and at the same time moved her hips to feel his erection.
“I want you too. But I have to get on this train. It’s the last one.”
“I know, but I still want to fuck you again.”

smut2014-3A rush of air was evidence that the train was close. Peter grabbed Samantha’s ass and pulled her onto his cock. He tilted his hips and pushed against her. Fucking her. She was wet; he was hard; both were frustrated, as their clothes and the time withheld them from the pleasure they were seeking.

Minutes later Peter and Samantha longingly stared at each other through the train window as the wheels of the last train to London started rolling out of the station.

The voting started on 29 April 2014 and ended on 2 May 2014. Results were announced the following day and I am proud to say that I was tied in the first place.

In the meantime we have received the next assignment and my brains are working overtime about what to write. Stay posted to find out!

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