33. Chapter 33
Chapter thirty-three
Luciana
T he fair was in town, and I had somehow managed to convince Emilio to come with me. He was a hard sell; his blatant disapproval of ‘foolish entertainment’ was made clear to me when I suggested the idea. But, I suppose the combination of my nagging and the promise of funnel cake helped change his mind.
As we neared the entrance, the sounds of laughter and excitement grew louder. The bright lights from the Ferris wheel illuminated the sky and highlighted Emilio’s grumbling expression. I nudged him playfully, feeling a sense of victory wash over me. "See? It’s not so bad," I said.
“We’re not even inside yet. How can you say for sure?” he responded. He let out a deep sigh that stirred amusement within me.
“Because I know.”
We walked past countless stalls - an array of games designed to test skill and luck in equal measure - and I could see Emilio’s curiosity piqued at every turn. He watched as children ran around with balloons, their faces painted with an array of vibrant colors.
He simply followed me around as I eagerly darted from stall to stall. It was during the whirlwind when my eyes caught sight of it; a tower of cuddly prizes towering above a stall. The grand prize, high atop the plush pyramid, was an enormous octopus.
Emilio followed my gaze up to the plush beast. “You want it?” he asked, an amused grin on his lips.
I shook my head. “Nah, it’s the milk bottle game. It’s like, impossible to win. The carnies add weights to the inside of the bottles so you can’t knock them over.”
“I guess I’ll just have to test that, then,” he walked up to the attendant. “How many balls do I get?”
“Three for a dollar,” the man replied nonchalantly, absorbed in counting his change.
Emilio nodded, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket. The attendant took the dollar bill and handed over three small, hard balls. Emilio quickly weighed them in his hand, studying their size and texture. He tossed one up in the air and caught it swiftly, testing its weight.
He then glanced at the bottles, his eyes moving up and down, mapping out a strategy. I could almost see the gears turning in his head, each cog spinning in tandem with his analytical mind.
Emilio’s arm moved in a fluid motion, his eyes locked on the target as he released the ball. It soared through the air, cutting through the rows of bottles like a knife through butter. The satisfying sound of the thick plastic bottles hitting the floor echoed through the area as Emilio’s grin widened. He had effortlessly conquered the rigged game, leaving onlookers in awe of his skill and precision.
“How the heck did you do that?!” I asked. “I’ve never seen anyone win.”
“I guess no one is as skilled as I am, Jaws.”
The octopus prize was ten successful throws. It was amazing that Emilio had won once; he had defied all carnival logic. There was no way he could win another nine times.
“What prize should I get?” I said, looking at Emilio.
“What are you talking about?” he pointed at the octopus. “We’re not leaving without it.”
His second throw was as masterful as the first. Emilio’s tall frame bent back slightly, his arm swung with an uncanny elegance as he launched the ball. It followed a perfect trajectory, knocking the bottles over as easily as he had the first time.
He did this eight more times. Each throw became more precise with each attempt, and the bottles would crash to the ground with ease. On the tenth pitch, a triumphant grin spread across his face as he celebrated his victory.
“That was amazing, Emilio!” I said.
“Anything for you, Jaws,” he said.
The carnie handed over the prize I had been desiring, and now that I had it in my hands, I realized how massively oversized it was. The octopus’s body was damn near the size of my torso, and the legs almost touched the dirty fairground floor.
“Here,” Emilio laughed, taking it from me. “I’ll hold it for now.”
He tossed the plush over his shoulder with ease.
“Let’s go on rides!” I said enthusiastically, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the area filled with hastily put together machinery.
“I don’t have a death wish,” he said, although he didn’t resist as I dragged him by the hand.
“There’s some irony in that statement,” I responded.
We strolled through the amusement park, my eyes darting from one ride to the next. Emilio was quick to veto each attraction, citing safety concerns and vivid descriptions of how the rides could potentially break apart mid-air and send us hurtling to our demise. However, after much deliberation, we finally settled on a compromise - the fun house. Its colorful exterior beckoned to us with its twisting slides and spinning obstacles, promising a wild adventure inside.
I handed our tickets over to the attendant to gain entry to the ride. Squealing, I started running through the entrance. It was a tunnel large enough for a person to stand in, but it was constantly spinning. I was light on my feet and quickly got through it. Emilio was too tall with the stuffed octopus on his shoulder and had to crouch down to fit through. It was amusing watching him try to make his way through while not dropping my prize.
“I should have won this last,” he muttered, referencing my stuffed animal.
“Probably. But now I get to show it off to everyone!” I felt like a giddy teenager whose first boyfriend had won her a prize and she couldn’t wait to display it.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.
We made our way through the mirrored area, the concave and convex angles distorting our bodies. I pulled out my phone and took pictures of us making ridiculous poses in the mirrors.
“Look at this,” Emilio said.
Before I could respond, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to a hidden area. It looked to be where the employees navigated the ride, away from the obstacles inside.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be in here,” I said, aware of other guests walking by but unable to see us.
“I guess we’ll have to be quiet, then.”
Emilio hung my stuffed octopus on a rail. He gently pushed me against the wall, cradling his hand around my face before bringing his lips to mine. His kisses were fast and feverish, and I could tell he was excited over the prospect of being caught.
I should have stopped him - anyone could walk in on us. But, after being with him, I had developed a bit of a daredevil side myself. Instead, I encouraged him. One hand wrapped around his shoulders while the other cupped his bulge.
“Jaws,” he said, leaving his lips a millimeter from mine.
“Hm?” I said, lightly running my fingers up and down, enjoying how it hardened in my hand.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Who said I can’t finish it?”
Emilio let out a low growl and flipped me so my front was pressed against the wall.
“We’ll have to make this quick,” he nibbled on my earlobe, and it sent a shock straight to my core.
In an instant, he yanked my shorts and had them at my knees. This was no time to fully be undressing - anyone could walk in on us.
I could only hear him unbuckle his pants, but the unknown had me dripping with anticipation. He lined himself up with me and quickly thrusted in. Emilio had learned my body so well, and he was aware that I would inevitably moan when he entered me. His hand was already over my mouth, stifling the sounds to the unaware crowd on the other side.
“Remember, Jaws,” he said. “We need to stay quiet.”
I nodded in understanding, and he released his hand from my mouth. It trailed back down to my hip, and he curled his hands around them before setting the pace.
I had to cup my hand over my mouth to stifle the quiet moans I couldn’t contain. Emilio had far better self control - I knew he felt the same ecstasy from the way he burrowed his face into my shoulder, but he only let out the occasional pant.
His right hand made its way to my clit, and he gave it a gentle flick, the touch so feather light it was more teasing than pleasurable. Frustrated, I ground my ass into him, silently begging for more.
“Only because we’re in a hurry,” he said quietly, placing his hand on the bundle of nerves. “Don’t think I won’t tease you more at home.”
I was already on the brink of coming. Emilio’s thick cock was hitting the deepest place inside of me, while his fingers danced over my clit. I was so close, I just needed the final push. Emilio knew it, too.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
That was my undoing. My walls fluttered over him, milking his cock for all its worth. I had to clamp my hand against my mouth to quiet the scream from the intensity of my orgasm.
His thrusts quickly became erratic, and I could tell he wasn’t far behind me. Emilio whispered a string of curses and praise into my shoulder before finally letting out a low moan. He pushed himself all the way inside of me and stilled, and I could feel the ropes of come coating the inside of my walls.
We stayed connected, trying to recover from the intensity of our orgasms.
“We,” I panted, trying to regain my footing from the earth shattering orgasm, “Gotta go.”
“Yeah.”
He guided himself out of me, and I couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the emptiness that I now felt. But it was ok - there would be plenty of more time for that at home.
“So daring, Jaws,” he shot me an evil grin before pressing a soft kiss against my lips.
“Shut up,” I quickly grabbed my stuffed octopus, burying my face in it to hide the bright red blush that had spread across my cheeks.