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Valentine's Night

Erotic Prompts Series

Photo by Cathal Mac an Bheatha on Unsplash

The hour was late when she stepped into the empty train car. Or, at least, she thought it was empty. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused her to look to her right as she sat down, crossing her legs. She saw him sitting a couple of feet away from her, his hands relaxed on his dark jeans. He was wearing a black leather jacket and dark sunglasses that covered his eyes, but for some reason, she knew he was watching her. She spent the first twenty minutes of her train ride getting lost in her novel. Random strangers entered and exited in between stops, leaving them alone once again. The train started moving again, only to come to a screeching halt. The voice in the intercom filled her ears, informing her that they were having some technical difficulties and to not panic. The train should be moving soon. She sighed impatiently and returned to her novel.

"Do you have somewhere to go?" the stranger said and her eyes traveled towards him.

"Just home," she replied and he nodded.

"You're sort of beautiful," he said, and the compliment made her smirk. She'd heard it before, from different men, but none of them ever meant it. She always took that word with a grain of salt. This time was no different.

"Thank you," she responded but kept her eyes on her novel.

"What are you reading?" he asked as he stood up from his seat and sat next to her. She swallowed hard, not sure of what his intentions were, but reached into her purse, her fingers wrapping around her pepper spray.

"A book," she said, her smart mouth causing him to chuckle.

"Obviously. What kind of book? Tell me about it," he said, his voice not sounding threatening at all. But she still kept her grip on her pepper spray.

"It's about these two people, a man and a woman. They keep running into each other and each ponder if it's fate, or just coincidence," she answered.

"Hmm. Well, which one do you think it is? So far?" he asked and suddenly he was sitting close to her, his scent enveloping her. This wasn't good. She had a thing for men who smelled sinful.

"Uh, well, I think its just a coincidence. I mean, they live in the same neighborhood, so they're bound to bump into each other every once in a while," she said, swallowing hard again as she looked at him, her gaze slipping up towards his lips. They looked soft and it made her want to taste them, but she wasn't in the habit of kissing strangers.

"So, you don't believe in fate?" he asked and his posture relaxed, his arm draping behind her shoulders. It was enough to make her get up and drop her book on the floor. He chuckled and reached for it, handing it to her, their hands briefly touching.

"What's so funny?" she asked as she took the book and placed it into her purse.

"Your lack of self-awareness," he responded and she looked at him, trying to figure out what he meant. He reached for her, touching the back of her hand.

"I'm not in the habit of taking anything a stranger says seriously," she quipped and he stood in front of her. Instead of panicking, she found herself strangely aroused by him. His confidence was pouring out of him and she found it alluring. It wasn't every day a man wasn't intimidated by her personality.

"Well, what if I wasn't a stranger?"

"But you are."

"I've seen you before. On this train. Your eyes are always glued to a book.'

"That doesn't mean you're not a stranger."

"Ah, but what if I kissed you? What then?" he asked and she smirked. He had no idea what he was asking for.

"Then you'd be a stranger who kissed another stranger," she answered and he grinned, sitting back down, grabbing her hand, and pulling her on top of him. Her legs straddled his waist, her hands on his shoulders. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, that it was something that didn't happen to logical women like her, but here she was, reading to pounce on this man like she hadn't had sex in years. And she hadn't. But that was beside the point.

His lips brushed hers, his grip on her waist tightening as she took his bottom lip between both of hers and bit gently, sucking lightly before sliding her tongue in. His tongue greeted her, colliding slowly, savoring her taste. He tasted like Big Red chewing gum. It made her mouth tingle and she moaned, feeling how hard he was in between her legs. She wanted him out. She wanted to play with him, to hear how he sounded when he came. She grinned and reached between them, undoing his belt, and slid her hand down his pants. Her fingers wrapped around his hardened shaft, causing him to groan against her lips. He bit her bottom lip, and moved his hips upwards, urging her to start stroking him. But she didn't. Her thumb simply rubbed the head of his erection, teasing him slowly, driving him insane. When she felt him grow as hard as he could, she started to stroke. His forehead rested between her breasts, his hot breath blowing against her heated skin. She was on fire and she needed him to put it out.

And suddenly the train started to move again.

They both groaned, disappointed as they adjusted themselves. She climbed off of him and sat beside him. They glanced at each other, smirking as the passengers entered at the next stop. The car filled up quickly but emptied within the next few stops. And as soon as they were alone again, he pulled her to him and kissed her, his hand riding up her thigh as he reached into her jeans, his fingers slipping between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from moaning as his fingers reached her wet folds. His fingertips rubbed her swollen clit, causing her to get even more wet. Her eyes closed as he fingered her, her hips rocking slowly to his rhythm. He slipped another finger inside her and she felt herself about to slip over the edge of an orgasm.

But as soon as they arrived at the next stop, his fingers slipped out of her and into his mouth, licking and sucking at her wetness on them. Other random people entered the cart and she was getting annoyed. She needed to get off and these people were ruining it.

He grinned and laid back until they arrived at her stop fifteen minutes later. She grabbed her purse and she felt him follow her out of the car and then they were outside, the brisk midnight air hitting their cheeks.

But he couldn't wait any longer and neither could she.

He placed her up against the maintenance shack, which was right near the train tracks. The city streets were still buzzing below them, car horns were honking, people were walking on the sidewalks. Anyone could see them.

But the need for release was too great to wait until they got to her place. They waited until everyone had disappeared into the waiting station downstairs to kiss again.

He unzipped his pants and she unzipped hers. She tugged them down and brought him out of his briefs, pulling at him lightly. He groaned and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She placed him inside of her, sliding down his rock hard shaft and gasped. He felt too good to take her time, so she began to slide up and down, his hips thrusting against hers frantically, her hands tugging at his hair. As he pumped into her, one of his hands reached under her shirt and massaged her breast. His thumb circled her hardened nipple and pinched lightly, causing her to moan louder than she should have. He chuckled and kissed her heatedly, his tongue moving with hers in the same motion as their hips.

She thrusted upwards, rolling and sliding, bouncing on him as his tip reached her ultimate soft spot. Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders as she felt herself fill with her juices, her orgasm consuming every nerve ending of her body. He came right after her, thrusting and pumping harder into her, then slowing down. They both panted, resting their foreheads against one another's.

He kissed her again after they fixed their clothes, his lips more passionate than she had grown used to. His lips didn't have the empty feeling everyone else's lips held as soon as they were done. He still wanted her. And to her dismay, she still wanted him.

"You can't possibly tell me this wasn't fate," he said softly, his hand cupping her cheek. She smirked and he kissed her again, not getting enough of her lips.

"It wasn't," she said as she smiled. But she knew it wasn't true. 

Sharlene Alba
Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry fleekonabudget Facebook: grungefirepoetry 

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