Chapter 16 LIAR
XVI. LIAR
I watched her dance on the trapeze, moving like a star, like she belonged to the sky.
I grabbed the second trapeze above the wooden balcony and jumped.
The swing took me high, opposite from where she moved, our bodies rising and falling in the same way.
When she reached the center again, I lunged forward, caught her hand, and yanked her toward me.
Our bars collided, ropes twisting around as both trapezes swayed wildly above the dark ground below us.
I dropped onto the wooden bar, steadying myself.
“Got you,” I said with a rough laugh, pulling her onto my lap.
She climbed on, straddling me just as her trapeze swung away in the opposite direction.
She held the ropes on either side, her grip so tight I could see her knuckles turning white, legs locked around my hips as we rocked back and forth, the ground so far beneath us.
I held her with one arm around her waist, the other gripping the rope near her hand, and every swing pushed us harder into each other.
She let go with one hand and reached down, working open the zipper of my pants. Slowly, she tugged them just enough until my cock sprang free, slapping once against her swollen pussy.
She lifted her hips, just a little, then sank down on me. With no hesitation, her body swallowed me as she rocked her hips forward and back, riding me while I held us steady on the swaying trapeze.
I groaned in pain and pleasure that was crashing through me as she moved. Her hands gripped the back of my neck, holding on as she bounced on top of me, taking every thrust deeper than the last. Each time the metal of the piercing dragged inside her, she gasped, breathless.
“Fuck,” I growled. “I want you to suck it while I eat you up.”
She gave me a wicked little smile. “How?”
“Lean down,” I said. “Lift your upper body, wrap your legs around my neck.”
She gripped the rope, steadying herself.
She lifted one leg and hooked it over my shoulder, then reached for the wooden bar beside me and lifted the second.
Both legs rested on my shoulders now, her ass brushing my jaw.
I buried my face in her, biting the curve of her left cheek before sliding my tongue inward, tasting her, moving in and out of her soft skin.
She held tighter onto me. I lowered my hands down the rope and let our bodies hang in the air.
She screamed, her hand clamping around my hips, her nails carving into my skin.
“Shh,” I whispered against her clit, feeling her shiver. “Open your mouth.”
She did.
I shifted my body and slid my cock into her mouth. She sucked the tip, letting it slowly slide inside, then pulled back a little and paused.
“It’s blue,” she said.
I laughed. “Suck it.”
She wrapped her lips around me again, taking the head, then inch by inch working down the length until I felt the back of her throat. Her tongue twisted along the shaft, stroking me while her head moved.
I circled her clit with my tongue, then traced down into her inner flesh, thrusting slowly, tasting every sound she made.
She moaned around me between thrusts, and I groaned into her, each stroke of her mouth pulling me closer to the edge.
I gripped the bar tight, holding both of us steady, but every muscle in my body twitched as she took my cock deeper down her throat.
Then she stopped.
A second trapeze swung close. She reached out, caught it with both hands, and let go of me, her body swinging away from me.
And in just one breath, she jumped and landed at the edge of the wooden balcony above us.
I followed. I caught the trapeze, swung forward, and jumped. My feet hit the wood just as she stepped in close.
She lifted one leg, pressing it against my thigh, hands wrapping around my neck to pull me into her. Her lips crashed into mine. My tongue met hers, twisting, hungry for her.
She climbed up, her other leg sliding over my hip, and pressed her body against mine. She guided my cock back inside her.
I knelt with her on the wooden floor, leaning back to give her room. She rocked on top of me, still kissing me, her hips grinding down hard as she moved.
Then I fell flat. She followed, her body landing on mine, our mouths pulling apart. She cupped her breasts in both hands, teasing herself as she rode me. Her moans came quick, one after the other, forcing mine out to match.
“Just like that,” I growled. “Ride me, my little Dolly.”
She arched her back and leaned away, lifting until only the tip of me remained inside her, then slid back down with a loud moan.
“Fuck,” she breathed, slowing her pace, hips grinding in lazy circles above me.
But I grabbed her by the waist and slammed into her, hard. Her mouth dropped open as she gasped.
I didn’t stop. I pounded into her fast, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her inner flesh clenching around me, tighter and tighter, resisting every inch I tried to bury.
Her fingers found her clit, rubbing it in fast, desperate circles as she whimpered between gasps.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My cock swelled, the pressure building until I could barely breathe.
“Yes, Doll,” I groaned. “Come for me.”
I drove deeper. Her body locked around me, walls pulsing so tight that it dragged the orgasm straight out of me. I spilled inside her, still thrusting through it, still relentless.
She tapped my chest.“Yes... yes...” she cried, her thighs shaking until her whole body collapsed against mine, trembling.
Footsteps came nearby, and as soon as I heard, I clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Shh,” I whispered.
Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body still twitching, her fingers still rubbing slowly over her clit as she dripped all over me, squeezing me tighter even now.
I shifted just enough to see. Two men in black suits, faces hidden behind black masks, walked around below the balcony. They passed us without a word, heading toward the exit.
“We have to go,” I murmured in her ear.
I slid her gently off me, pulled up my leather pants, and handed her my coat.
She nodded, slipping it.
I stepped onto the ladder and climbed down. She followed, still dripping between her thighs. Just the sight of her was already making me feel hard again.
Once we hit the ground, we moved fast, sneaking along the entrance. We ran down the wooden path, just as the two masked men made their way toward the house.
We rushed through the shortcut and reached the tent with the mirror maze before they did.
I caught her by the arm and pulled her to the side.“I’ll distract them,” I whispered. “Go hide in the maze.”
She nodded once. As soon as she slipped inside, I turned toward the two men chasing us.
“Hey! Over here!” I shouted.
Then I ran after her.
Inside, mirrors were everywhere, bending light into strange shapes, making us tall then short, some thin then wide, and only a few showed the true side.
My reflection split into a hundred pieces, faces I didn’t recognize staring back.
I caught a flash of her running deeper inside, but when I turned the corner, she was gone.
Their footsteps closed in.
I waited near the entrance, forcing them closer. One charged at me, missed, and hit the mirror instead. Glass exploded around him, shards raining down below.
The other cursed, pulling a knife that caught the lights. Its reflection multiplied until a dozen blades were spinning around us. I stepped back, trying to tell which one was real and which was not.
“Where is she?” he snarled.
I didn’t answer.
My breath fogged the mirror, and for a second, I didn’t know who was staring back. The maze distorted everything. Even me.
Something moved.
A hand shot out from between two mirrors and grabbed my shoulder. I twisted free, but the second man was already blocking the way back. His reflection split into ten, twenty versions, all moving like one.
Somewhere deeper inside, Chiara screamed my name.
I ran. The men came after me.
One stepped out in front of me with a gun. He fired, but hit glass instead. The mirror shattered, and she screamed again. I saw the other man on my right, reaching for her.
I slammed into him, forced him against the mirror. Grabbed his wrist, twisted until the gun fell. He grunted, and I grabbed his face, lifted his head, and smashed it against the glass until it broke.
Shards cut into his skin, slicing through the back of his neck. He slid down the mirror, leaving a smear of blood that turned the reflection dark red.
I heard footsteps coming closer. I turned fast, ready to strike, but it was her.
I grabbed her and pulled her against me. Her ass hit my crotch, and a sharp gasp left her lips as she felt the cold leather.
“Shh,” I whispered against her ear. “There’s one left.”
As I spoke, I caught sight of another man running deeper into the maze. I crouched beside the one already down, ripped the knife from his limp hand, and stood.
The blade flew the second I threw it. It hit the other man’s shoulder. He stumbled, grabbed it, and started running, disappearing between the mirrors.
“He’s escaping,” she breathed.
Her reflection all around just made my cock hard.
“I don’t care,” I whispered as I pressed her against the mirror, lifted her hands above her head, and buried my face into her breasts. I kissed all around until I reached her nipples, grabbed one between my teeth, wet it with my tongue, then sucked it until she moaned.
My hand went down to her already swollen clit, and I slid my fingers slowly down, entering her inner flesh. Then I turned her around, pressing her against the mirror until her breath fogged the glass under her face.
“I want to watch you break in front of me, Doll,” I said. Then, with my knee, I separated her legs.
She arched her back, lifting her ass as I unzipped my pants. Her palms pressed to the mirror beside her, and as my leather pants slid down, I entered her. Each inch inside made her gasp, breath fogging the glass more.
I could see her in the mirror on the side, her eyes closing. The reflection stretched, twisted, and the one in front made her feel closer.
I started to thrust inside her harder, groaning as the metal from my piercings slid in and out of her.
“You feel so good,” she moaned. “Please,” she bit her lip. “Don’t stop.”
I smiled, grabbed her hips, and started thrusting harder, her ass cheeks bouncing in front of me. Then the lights went out. Only the exit light above us stayed on, casting our reflections across the mirrors like shifting shadows.
I turned her around, pulling out of her, and as I took a step back, I looked down. The neon blue glow was real.
I chuckled. “Fuck, it really glows,” I said, staring at her.
She scanned every inch of it, biting her lip, looking down at herself. Some of the color was on her, marked like little scars. My cock hadn’t fully healed, and it left streaks on her skin like I had branded her mine.
She moved her hips, giggling.
I growled, rushed toward her, grabbed her by the hips, lifted one leg, then the other. She gasped as I spread her in the air, her eyes locked on mine, and then I pushed back inside her.
Her ass hit the mirror. Light cast shadows across her face, her eyes rolling back, teeth biting her lip as she braced against the glass with every deep thrust I gave her.
“Cazzo,” she moaned. Then her eyes opened again and locked with mine, her mouth parting as short moans spilled out.
My hands kept her legs wide, her inner flesh growing tighter. My pace got faster. She wouldn’t let me all the way in, but I kept hitting that one spot, slamming into her until I felt myself growing thicker inside her.
“You still pretending you don’t want this?” I asked with a grin as her moans grew louder.
“No,” she whispered, gasping. “You keep making it impossible.”
I laughed, drove in deep, then stopped.
I leaned in, still buried inside her, our chests pressed together against the mirror. I looked at her lips. She didn’t wait. She kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth, moving with mine.
I let go of her legs. They slid down the mirror slowly, barely moving, her body pressed so tight against the glass that it held her up. When they hit the floor, she lifted one leg and hooked it around my hip.
I pulled out, parted from her lips, and kissed down from her chest. I moved her leg to my shoulder and dropped to my knees.
I worked my tongue over her clit, then sucked and bit gently, making her gasp. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me harder into her soaked pussy. I curved my fingers, sliding in close, then thrusting into her inner flesh as I licked her clit.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she moaned between shaky breaths.
She moved her leg until she was on her tiptoes, then arched her back. I spread her lower lips with one hand and curled my fingers inside her like a hook, moving faster until her body started to shake.
“I can’t...” she gasped. “Can’t,” she moaned, then she screamed.
Her inner flesh clenched around my fingers, but I kept going, still pushing inside her. As she collapsed against me, her wetness dripping down my hand, I stood up and straightened her. I turned her around, spread her ass cheeks, and thrust inside her again.
This time, her feet were barely holding her up, trying to balance on her toes as she bit down on her hand, eyes shut tight. She reached for the mirror, trying to stay steady as I drove in deeper and deeper until I finally came inside her. A raw, primal groan tore from my throat as I stopped.
Her thighs started to shake again. My cum leaked down her inner thighs, and she couldn’t stand still anymore.
I leaned into the mirror, my face buried in her neck, breathing her in. She still smelled like cotton candy.
Now she smelled like me, too, my cologne all over her skin.
Her hands wrapped around my neck, resting on my shoulder.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the maze.