5. Hazel
Hazel
Chapter five
As we head toward the funnel cake cart, I can’t believe what just happened. I'm still shocked that Dexter feels the same. I was so prepared for him to reject the notion. But he didn't reject me he wants to take it to the next step too. It’s like a dream come true and I can’t seem to drop this ridiculous smile that I have plastered on my face. I finally have the boy I’m in love with. The amount of overthinking I’ve done over the past few years has been absurd. I should’ve talked to him ages ago, but maybe then it wouldn’t have been perfect timing.
Hazel, you can’t think like that, he’s with you now.
My heart feels so full, and my body wants more of what Dex has to offer. That orgasm was the best one I’ve had. I can’t believe I let him finger me in public! I guess I just unlocked a new kink.
Grabbing our funnel cake from the cashier, we head toward an empty picnic table. Even though we live in a small town the carnival is always bustling. But right now, thankfully no one is around. Sitting down, we both eat, but neither of us breaks the silence.
“Dex, what comes next?”Finally, I give in, unable to take it anymore.
He puts down his funnel cake, wipes his hands, and gives me the most serious look I’ve ever seen. “Next is that you're mine and I’m yours.”
Liking that answer, I can’t help but smile.
Dex continues with a grin, “Though, Haze, I do have one thing to share with you about my preferences.”
That grabs my attention. My eyes are locked onto his, but I don't say anything. What could Dexter’s preferences be? Is it a weird sex thing? Or does he not want to be exclusive? So many questions are running through my mind.
Dexter seems to be able to read my concerns. “When we have sex, I like things to be more primal, natural.”
My eyebrows furrow. Still confused, I ask, “Dex, what the hell does primal mean?”
A cocky grin comes over his lips as he shrugs. “The way I like to have sex.”
I bite my lip, nervous about what he's trying to tell me. I start to buzz with the ideas of what primal could mean when it comes to sex. He must be able to see how uncertain I'm feeling.
Dexter places his hand on top of mine, leans in and whispers, “Don’t worry, I bet you’re going to love it.”
With his words, my whole body shudders. He licks his lips. My gaze zeroes in and I can’t pull my eyes away from his juicy, rosy, pink lips. God, I could have so much fun with that mouth. Dexter breaks my thoughts when he leans even farther over the table and says in a deep silky voice, “Do you trust me?”
I nod my head, knowing without a doubt that I trust Dexter. Giving me the biggest smile, he grabs my hand. “Let me show you?”
My pussy clenches the way his voice washes over me. I incessantly nod with a grin that mirrors his. Following him, my heart starts to pound as we throw the rest of our funnel cake away and he heads toward the corn maze. I’m not sure what his next idea will be, but I'm so giddy waiting to find out.
At the entrance of the corn maze, Dex turns toward me unaware of how geared up I am. “Haze, you want to play a game?”
I'm not sure what is happening, but I know that I want to follow Dex wherever he goes. “Yes, I’ll play a game with you,” I purr.
“This is what we’re going to do. I’m going to give you a ten-second head start into the maze, then I’m going to chase you. If I catch you, I win.” Dex casually explains the rules.
“What do you get if you win?”
He winks at me. “When I win, I get to fuck you right where I catch you. Letting everyone and anyone who walks by know that you are mine.”
My body overheats at the idea of Dex fucking and claiming me. “What if I win, what do I get?”
“What do you want, Hazel?” He asks smoothly.
What do I want if I win? I want him. “If I win, you have to get on your knees and eat my pussy.”
He claps his hands together with excitement. “You got it, Haze. It sounds like a win-win to me. Are you ready?”
I nod.
“Alright. Ready, Go.”
I take off as fast as I can, making my way through the maze. After a few minutes, I take a turn and come to a dead end. Looking around I try to figure out what my next move should be. The frenzy of the game getting to me, and I can’t think straight. Shit! I should know how to get out of here, it hasn't changed since we we're kids.
That’s when I hear the crunching. Dammit! Are those his footsteps? I can’t lose this quickly. I might want Dexter to fuck me, but I have to make him work for it.
I look around for a spot to hide. There are some hay bales placed inside the maze. If I hide here, maybe he’ll pass me by and give me time to figure out a way to get to the finish line.
Crouching behind the hay bales, it sounds like he’s passing by. Maybe I can just peek around the bale and see if Dexter is gone.
As soon as I think the coast is clear, something grabs my ankle, and a scream is torn from me.