And an excerpt from early on in the story (first draft, unedited, subject to change etc etc):
“Here
we are,” he rasped and let her go. She slid off him and he felt cold air rush
up his back where she had been moments ago.
“Oh
wow, this is cool,” she said breathlessly and stepped ahead of him to survey
the bridge.
It
wasn’t anything that spectacular, but the way the tracks came out of the
mountain at a curve and straightened up for the bridge was quite pretty. The river
flowed quickly about fifty feet below the bridge, and the rocky shore was flat
enough for them to lay under, smoke cigarettes and drink beers.
And
maybe a quick under skirt exploration. If she kept her promise.
“Yeah,
it’s okay,” Ethan shrugged and kicked some gravel. “I’ll show you underneath
where people usually hang out.”
“Wait,
what time does the train come?” she asked, eyeballing the bridge.
“I’m
not sure, I think around four.”
“So
in just a few minutes?”
He
glanced at his watch. “I guess so.”
“Let’s
go across,” she said with a feral madness in her eyes. He was both repulsed and attracted by that madness there.
“It’s
too dangerous.”
“I
like that,” she replied and licked her lips. She stepped towards him and slid
her hand down the front of his body, skated it across his chest, his stomach and to
the waistband of his jeans. “I really like that.” She slid her hand further
down and grazed his aching cock with the edge of her fingers.
It
was fire. Pure liquid fire that flamed from deep inside, some primal root at
the base of his existence. His being.
He
gulped, drew in a shaky breath and said, “Okay. Let’s do it.”
They
waited until they could actually hear the train coming. Ethan put his ear to
the track like he’d seen on a western somewhere sometime and felt the
mechanical throb of the train along the metal road.
“It’s
definitely coming,” he said and let her drag him across towards what he felt
like certain death.
But
it would be a death that had been proceeded by Celeste touching his dick.
And
that was sweet enough he decided.
She
stopped halfway across and flattened herself against the railing. “Do this,”
she said with her back to the water. “I think we have enough room here.”
He
obeyed her wordlessly and pressed his body against the wooden post and looked
up to see the train coming around the curve out of the mountains.
“Here
it comes,” he said, his voice full of doubt. “We have time to make it back.”
“No
we don’t,” she replied and turned to look him in the eyes. Hers carried a glint
so sharp he felt it pierce his very soul. She was on fire in a different way,
she was alive for the first time and he knew she was going to never let him go.
Instead
she didn’t break her gaze, but held him steady there and reached for his hand.
As
the horn began to blast and the train reached the opposite end of the bridge,
Celeste took Ethan’s hand and pulled it between her legs.
He
struggled to remain as flat as possible as the train roared past and his
fingers found her soaking wet pussy.
He
had inches between himself and the tonnes of speeding, deadly metal train cars
but he didn’t notice a thing beyond the way her eyes were aflame and the way
her cunt felt at the end of his fingers.
He
hit something, a swollen, hot thing and
realized he’d found her clit. He almost froze at the realization, uncertain of what this meant.
Her
breathing increased and her face grew flushed but her eyes didn’t break free.
She held him there and watched him watching her, a world reflected back at him as he slipped his fingers across and back again and brought her to her peak.
“Oh
god,” she exhaled and closed her eyes as the last few cars of the train sped
past and the bridge stopped shaking. “Oh fuck, Ethan, that was intense.”
She
didn’t open her eyes as he pulled his fingers back and felt a strange sense of
shame wash over him. He didn’t feel like she’d connected with him, he felt as
though she was using him as a prop, a means to an end.
It
made him feel odd. Disconnected somehow.
