Chapter 20 #3
“Kai, we’re—anyone could—”
“There’s no one here but us.” His eyes hold mine as he hooks his fingers in the fabric.
“No one’s going to see you but me.”
He tugs my panties down, slow and deliberate, all the way down my legs until they pool at my feet.
“Step out,” he orders.
I do, on a moving carousel in the middle of an empty fairground, and some distant part of my brain is screaming that this is insane, but the rest of me doesn’t care.
Kai picks up my panties and brings them to his face.
He inhales deeply, his eyes rolling back, and the sound he makes is almost pained. “Fuck,” he groans. “I need to drown in your scent.”
He casually tucks my panties into the pocket of his jeans like they belong there, and then his hands are on me again. Sliding up my bare legs. Pushing my skirt up around my waist, his gaze lowering, taking in all of me.
His lips pull into a wicked grin. “So pretty, so wet for me,” he murmurs, seeing everything. I’m completely exposed to him, standing on a carousel in the moonlight on display.
It should be mortifying.
Instead, it’s the most turned on I’ve ever been.
“I need you,” I hear myself say. “Kai, please—”
His hands guide my legs wider, and his fingers find me instantly, cupping my offering, his middle fingers flicking across my length, pushing between my folds, and I cry out.
He doesn’t tease or make me wait. He slides two fingers inside me with one smooth motion, his thumb finding my clit, and the dual sensation weakens my knees. I grab the poles harder, barely staying upright.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice gone rough and dark. “Let me hear you.”
He works me expertly, fingers curling, thumb circling, his free hand gripping my hip to keep me steady. The carousel rises and falls, the motion adding to every sensation, and I’m gasping, moaning, completely lost.
“You’re going to beg me,” he tells me, his eyes hazed over with lust. “Going to wear my mark right next to Carter’s. Going to scream my name so loud the whole damn town hears.”
“Yes,” I pant. “For you.”
“You feel like silk on my fingers, dripping down my hand. So tight and wet and perfect.” His thumb presses harder, his fingers thrusting deeper. “I want to devour you. Want to bury my cock in your tight pussy and fuck you until you’re sobbing. I want to feel you come on my dick.”
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. I cry out, loud and uninhibited, my whole body shaking as pleasure crashes through me. Kai doesn’t stop but keeps working me, drawing it out, until I’m gasping and trembling and dangerously close to collapsing.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, finally slowing his movements. “So beautiful when you come.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he withdraws his fingers. He holds them up, glistening in the carousel lights, and brings them to his mouth.
He sucks them clean, holding my gaze, and the sight burns itself into my mind.
“Even better than I imagined,” he says.
My legs are shaking, my whole body buzzing. I don’t know if I can stand much longer—
But Kai is already rising, already taking my hand.
“Now that you’re ready for me,” he says. “Let me show you something. Take a seat.”
I lower onto the spot where he was moments ago, palms braced like I need something solid to hold on to, and the second I look up, he’s already turned to face me.
He steps in close until all I can see is him, until his scent fills my head and my thoughts start to slide out of order.
My breath catches, my pulse turns loud, and he watches every reaction like it’s his favorite kind of entertainment.
He leans over, one hand tipping my chin up so I have to meet his eyes. His voice is calm, but there’s a harder edge under it now. “All that fight you like to put on, and you’re sitting there pretty as sin, waiting for me.”
“Kai, you’re teasing me,” I manage, and it comes out softer than I want.
He smiles as if he likes that too. Then his hands drift to his waist, not rushed, not clumsy.
It’s the confidence that gets me, the way he moves like he already knows I’m going to let him do whatever he wants.
He keeps his attention on my face the whole time, watching me, making sure I’m still with him.
“Do you want to see what all the fuss is about?” he asks quietly. “Because I’ll show you. But you’ve got to tell me you want it.”
I swallow hard. “Show me.”
“That’s my girl,” he says, voice rough with approval, and then he unbuckles his pants, lowers his zipper and pushes them down to his thighs, along with his boxers.
A huge cock bouches out, and I gasp at how thick, how long, it is.
He grips it with his hand like he’s trying to tame an anaconda and shows me the line of small metal beads of his Jacob’s ladder.
My eyes widen before I can stop it. “Oh…”
He grins, loving it. “Yeah.”
I stare, stunned and wildly curious in the same breath. “Does it hurt?”
He gives a low laugh. “At first.”
I lift my hand before I fully decide to, fingers hovering, then brushing the cool metal carefully. The contrast of how soft and hot the skin of his cock is has my breath hitching. “And now?”
His grin turns slow, satisfied, and his voice drops.
“Now it’s just pleasure.” He leans in a fraction closer, eyes locked on mine, watching my face as I touch him.
His erection hardens further against my fingers, throbbing.
“You keep lookin’ at it like that and I’m gonna lose the last bit of patience I’ve got. Why not take it for a spin?”
My cheeks burn, but I don’t pull my hand away. I can’t. Curiosity and heat tangle together in my chest until they’re the same thing. I wrap my hand around the base and push my lips over his tip, instantly tasting him, salty and something sweet.
He hisses. “Fuck me!” he howls.
Kai’s gaze flicks down to me as I glance up at him. “Show me how much you can take into that pretty mouth of yours.”
I push him deeper into my mouth, loving the feel of the cool metal, taking him deeper, my tongue running his length, teasing him as I suck him in and out.
He’s growling, his hand on my head, gently guiding me to move faster, and I give him everything he wants.
I glance up to see him staring down at me with his cock buried in my mouth, the tip reaching my throat.
I hold back the gagging, tears forming at the edges of my eyes as I suck him deeper.
Something possessive passes over his gaze, an untamed sexual hunger.
“How is it, doll? My cock as good as Carter’s, or am I the first you’ve sucked between us three?”
I grin as much as a full mouth allows, then pull out, licking my lips. “I haven’t tasted his,” I admit truthfully, then slide my lips over him, tightening them around his size, wanting him to feel it. And he groans, his hips grinding.
“Fucking right, I’m the first.”
I love seeing him on the verge of losing control, how a growl vibrates in his chest as I take him deeper once more, lost in the motion of having him at my mercy. I pull out slightly and go deeper as he rumbles, his body trembling.
“You’re driving me insane. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I continue drawing him in and out, letting it stroke the curve of my throat, feeling him getting harder, closer to bursting.
“That’s it, June, take more of me into your throat.
” He pushes his hips forward, and when I run my tongue under his shaft once more, he roars.
His fist tightens in my hair, his cock throbbing and spilling into my mouth.
I work my throat, lapping it all up, swallowing everything he gives me, not wasting a drop.
“I can barely hold back when I need to take over.” His entire body shudders as I keep working to swallow everything because there’s so much.
When I finally pull back, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and grin up at him.
“You’re absolutely amazing,” he groans. “I’m never going to be able to get that image out of my head of you sucking me off.”
“So, you have something new for your jerk-off memory box, hey?” I tease him, but I can tell he’s not finished. His cock is so huge and hard, and he pulls me up onto my feet, his other hand pushing down his pants to his ankles, and he steps out of them.
“Don’t need it when I have the real thing.” He winks my way, guiding me to the biggest horse on the carousel, a magnificent white stallion with a golden mane, its head tossed back mid-gallop. It has no saddle, making it easy for us to sit there together.
He helps me up onto the horse backward, then swings up on it as well, facing me, his chest to mine. Hands on my hips, he lifts me easily onto his lap, my legs wrapping around him, his cock already pressing against me.
“If you really want to ride a cowboy,” he murmurs, his hands settling on my hips, guiding me closer, “then let me show you how it’s done.”
The carousel keeps spinning, the horse going up and down. The fairy lights keep twinkling, and as his hands slide under my skirt again, pulling me against the hard length of him, I stop thinking about anything except this moment.
Then he pushes into me, that thick monster of a cock knowing where it wants to be buried, and I’m holding on to Kai as he pulls me down on him, spreading me.
I whimper as the sensation of his width and the pressure of the metal studs press into me.
I arch as he drives deep, his hips rocking forward.
I meet Kai’s gaze, and his eyes are rolling back, jaw tense, muscles under my hands stiff. “You’re so tight,” he hisses. “I can’t get enough.”
With him all the way in, me gasping for air, he lowers his attention to me, grinning.
This is where I want to be, always. Then he’s kissing me, our bodies pressed tight, his hands on my hips, helping me as I ride him, stroking his cock with each push back down on him.
Our breathing picks up, that earlier urgency rekindling as we fuck like we can’t get enough.
I wrench my head back as he kisses my neck, my chest.