Killian #3
A grunt leaves me as I go to scrub at my jaw, but she beats me to the punch. She thumbs away the flecks of sugar while holding my gaze.
I grab her hand and growl, “You’re a damn tease, you know that?”
“A tease because I’m wiping sugar off you? Killer, you should be thanking me.”
“I’ll thank you, alright. C’mere.”
I pull her closer for a demanding kiss on the lips, licking up any residual flakes of sugar. My hand slides to her backside, and she giggles against my mouth as she fights to free herself.
“You are so obnoxious!” she says, shoving at my chest.
We ditch the funnel cake for some classic hot dogs loaded with mustard and sauerkraut. I finish mine in two bites and go back for seconds.
“Another one?” Jhene asks.
“I’m a big man, stray. I’ve got a big appetite.”
“No need to remind me. I’ve found out firsthand.”
“Dirty girl, get your mind out of the gutter.”
She scoffs between another bite of her hot dog. “You are the last person who should be lecturing anyone about the gutter!”
She’s got a point there. One I don’t bother arguing.
We toss our trash in the nearby bins and then head off to play some carnival games. The kind where you blast water guns at targets and shoot hoops to win prizes like a giant stuffed panda.
I stop at the game where you toss baseballs at milk bottles and pull a twenty from my wallet.
“FYI, these games are scams,” she mutters from beside me. “The bottles are weighted. Almost nobody ever wins.”
“Watch me.”
The first throw goes wide, bouncing off the back wall without touching a single bottle.
Jhene snickers. “Great, Killer!”
“No wisecracks from the peanut gallery!” I grumble moodily. I wind up for the second pitch, concentrating hard on the milk bottles.
It goes better than the first, clipping the edge of one but not knocking anything down. The third actually hits dead center but the bottles barely wobble, confirming Jhene’s theory that they’re weighted.
I crack my neck and roll my shoulders, settling into the stance I use in the ring. If these carnies think they can cheat Killian Rourke out of a fucking stuffed bear, they’ve got another thing coming.
It takes six tries and more cash than I’d like to admit, but I finally figure out the trick—hit them low, right at the base, with maximum force.
The bottle goes flying, and the guy behind the counter shows us the selection of prizes.
I look over at Jhene with a brow cocked. “Well, stray? This was all for you. What prize do you want?”
She opts, perplexingly enough, for the tiny fuzzy bird on a keychain. Not for the lava lamp or the panda.
“What?” she says defensively. “It reminds me of Eva. Plus, it’s a keychain, so I can always carry it around with me.”
Her explanation’s endearing. Another reminder that Jhene might seem antisocial or aloof in passing, but once you get to know her, you realize she’s got many more layers.
I sling my arm around her and keep her pinned to my side as we stroll past more of the games. We’re at ease wandering around, the smell of popcorn and saltwater taffy in the air.
The sun’s out and shining bright and the place is crowded (but in a good way). It truly does feel like a break from reality.
“This was a good idea,” I admit. “Coming here.”
“I know.” She smirks up at me, eyes shining behind her glasses. “I’m full of good ideas.”
“Let’s not push it.”
We’re walking some more when I hear a buzzing noise. I slow up and glance around trying to place the sound.
“You hear that?”
“Hear what?” she says, then she’s sliding out from under me and grabbing my hand. “Hey, I have an idea. For some privacy.”
I’ve got no clue what the hell she’s talking about ’til she pulls me toward an out of order photo booth far along the boardwalk.
“What are you doing?”
“I just told you,” she answers mysteriously. A grin teases the corner of her lips as she yanks back the photo booth’s curtain and shoves me inside. “Getting us some privacy.”
The booth is cramped as hell, barely big enough for one person let alone two, but Jhene doesn’t seem to care. She settles herself onto my lap, ass perched against my groin as she fiddles with the machine mounted on the wall.
“I don’t think this thing even works,” I point out.
The screen flickers to life with a cheerful jingle, and suddenly we’re staring at our own reflection in the small camera mounted above it.
I look like a grumpy bastard who got dragged somewhere he didn’t want to be, which isn’t entirely wrong, while Jhene’s smirking, glasses perched on her nose.
“Smile,” she murmurs.
I barely have a chance to process the request before the machine’s counting down. A flash goes off once it reaches zero, snapping a photo of us.
Jhene giggles at how caught off guard I am.
But it’s only the first photo of several.
The next time the camera flashes, Jhene’s leaning in close and planting a kiss on my cheek, her lips soft and warm against my skin.
The camera captures the moment forever—her looking downright fucking adorable, me scowling as if I’m about to murder somebody.
“Lighten up, Killer,” she whispers into my ear. “This is supposed to be fun.”
She throws up bunny ears behind my head, and I scowl even harder, which only makes her laugh again as the flash goes off.
I’m starting to wonder how many of these damn photos we’re going to take when she turns my face toward hers and kisses me on the mouth.
The camera snaps another photo, the bright flash lighting up the cramped booth, but neither of us notices.
Her lips still taste like powdered sugar from the funnel cake we shared earlier. Damn if it isn’t the best tasting sugar I’ve ever had.
My hands find her hips and pull her more firmly against me. We kiss passionately, soon traveling away from each other’s mouths. I move onto her throat and then collarbone, impatiently pushing aside the neckline of her shirt.
She moans and begins working on my belt buckle and then zipper. I suck at her soft skin and then go back to kissing my way up and down her throat.
Our clothes come off in layers. First with me peeling off her shirt. Then we’re doing the same to mine. We pause long enough for me to lift her up while she kicks off her jeans and I pull my achingly hard cock out.
It’s all happened so fast it hasn’t even registered that the camera’s finally stopped flashing. It doesn’t even matter anymore, not that it ever really did.
“Oh, yes!” Jhene cries out.
I’ve pulled her back down on me. My cock slips inside her, and right away, pleasure’s coursing through us.
It’s the instant mind-numbingly good feeling that comes over us as I fill her up and she grinds her hips. My hands fall to her ass to encourage her gyrations.
The slow rotation of her hips that makes me grunt in approval. My cock pulses, snugly buried inside her.
We meet again at the lips, kissing hard and urgently.
I squeeze her ass as she begins to slide up and down my cock.
A jolt runs through me like electricity. Tingling heat spreads the deeper she takes me.
The silky clench of her is both pleasure and torture. Pleasure from how good she feels. Torture from how fucking good she feels.
She rides me without an ounce of shyness. No longer the introverted wallflower, Jhene rises and falls on my cock, mouth agape and eyes shut behind her glasses.
The booth creaks and sways with our gyrations. All it would take is one asshole wandering over and wrenching the curtain aside and we’d be caught in possibly the most compromising situation you could imagine.