Chapter 7 Elias
ELIAS
Jules’s pussy is absolutely drenched for me. I drag the tip of my finger down the middle seam of her lacy underwear, pressing against her swollen clit and making her gasp out my name.
“Elias… What if someone sees us?” she asks, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
I smile at her, moving my digits lower, then shallowly fucking her through her panties.
“I thought you wanted to give everyone a show?” I challenge. “This is a good way to start.”
She moans as I use my fingers to pull the wet material aside and drag my knuckles over her petal-soft folds.
A low rumble builds in my chest at the thought of getting my dick inside her—but I’m not about to rush this.
I want to savor this fascinating, unusual woman.
I want to drag out every ounce of pleasure from her body.
I hook a finger and slip it inside her, my thumb rubbing small circles over her clit. I’m still holding her pinned against the cage, enjoying the way she writhes against me. I have five minutes—that’s how long I told Ben to hold the ride once we reach the top. Any more and people will panic.
“You like this, Jules?” I ask, pressing up to nudge against that spot that’ll have her cream over my hand in no time.
“Like getting finger-fucked by a carnie you hardly know while people are close enough to hear you scream as you come? Here’s to hoping no one thinks you’re being murdered,” I add, inserting another finger and twisting them inside her.
“Elias,” she breathes, almost a little surprised.
“That’s me,” I chuckle. “Feel free to use my name in vain as many times as you want.”
Leaning forward, I drag my nose against the long column of her neck, enjoying the spicy smell of her perfume, mixed with leather and the wind. I give in to my darker urges and bite the crook of her neck.
“Oh my god!” Jules squeals, her cunt clenching over my fingers almost violently.
I don’t bother telling her that her cries carry over to the neighboring cages—I want people to hear. I want them to know, and when we get down, I want them to throw accusing glares our way. The thought makes me so fucking hard, I think my dick is going to burst out of my slacks.
“Your pussy is so fucking hot,” I whisper, moving my lips over her jaw, cheek, to her ear. “Next time, you’re going to sit on me during the ride, warming my cock.”
I feel how my words affect her, her cunt fluttering over my invading fingers, her breath stuttering, her body vibrating as she climbs closer and closer to that peak. I can’t wait to push her off.
Letting go of her wrists, I move my hand to her breasts, feeling their weight, then gently wrap my fingers around her neck. Her eyes meet mine, the dark brown pupils surrounded by white as she looks at me with a mix of arousal and fear.
Jules’s hands shoot out, her scrabbling at my wrist in an ironic reversal of our position just moments ago.
“W—what are you doing?” she asks, her voice thin. “I can’t breathe.”
“Yes, you can,” I murmur against her lips. “I know what you need, Little Sapphire.”
“Y—you’re insane,” she spits. But still, her pussy leaks over my fingers, soaking my palm.
“Probably,” I concede. “But you fucking love it. Don’t you, Jules? You live for the thrill.”
I saw her pull into the parking lot today, the powerful metal beast rumbling between her thighs. My little Jules likes the edge of danger, the grittier sides of life.
“I… I don’t…”
I laugh, then extend my tongue to lick over the seam of her lips.
“You’d be a lot more convincing if you weren’t humping my fingers, Jewel,” I breathe.
Time’s running out, though. I need to make her come before this contraption starts moving again.
I press my cheek against hers, warm and flushed, speaking into her ear as I start pumping faster, harder. “Show me how much you like this, Jules. Show me how much you love coming for strangers while they choke you.”
“Oh fuck,” she whines as her muscles go taut underneath me. “This is so wrong.”
“Then why does it feel so good?” I tease. I take her earlobe between my teeth, tugging, then run the tip of my tongue over the grooves in the cartilage. “Come for me, Jewel. Give them a show.”
“Elias!” she screams as she breaks so beautifully. Her tunnel clenches and releases over my thrusting fingers, the beating of her heart a wild thing under my fingers. I ease off the pressure, letting her suck in more air, and she groans loudly, the sound unmistakable.
Fuck, I want to take my dick out and jerk off, painting her trembling, boneless body with my cum.
But Ben’s set the wheel in motion again, though I don’t think Jules noticed.
She has that look on her face as she stares at me.
Gratitude and worship, that feminine appreciation for a man who knows how to play her body.
Usually, it rubs me the wrong way, like I’ve achieved what I set out to do, conquered my prey, finished it off. But with Jules, it leaves me wanting more. I want to put that look on her face there again and again, preferably while she’s milking my cock.
“Wake up, beautiful,” I say as I button up her pants and straighten her top. “We’re almost at the bottom.”
“W—what? Shit!” she hisses, shooting up from the bench.
Jules loses her balance, her hand knocking into my granite-hard dick, and I blow air out my nose. This woman’s dynamite, and she’s going to be the end of me.
When our cage reaches the bottom, Ben helps her out, then shoots me an assessing look. Is he wondering if the boss fucked a chick on the Ferris wheel? Who cares.
A young couple climbs out of the cage after us, and the man gives me a double thumbs up, his grin a mile wide. The woman wrinkles her nose at Jules while secretly checking her out. Probably wishing she were her.
My Little Sapphire doesn’t notice. She’s too busy straightening her already straight clothes and running her fingers through her mussed hair, messing it up even more. It’s a shame. I’d love to see her embarrassed because people heard how hard I made her come.
Next time.
???
I’m whistling as I return to my trailer. I took Jules on a couple more rides, fed her some popcorn, then escorted her to her Harley.
She’ll be back tomorrow—we’re having dinner in my trailer after the show. We both know it’s bullshit. The goal is to fuck and fuck well, until neither can walk in a straight line. But still, I need to have some groceries delivered. A nice steak should help her stamina.
“Brother, you look like the cat who ate the canary,” Cole snickers from where he’s leaning against my trailer, knife in hand.
“Or maybe a blue macaw?” Rowe adds.
I’m not surprised they saw me with Jules—she’s hard to miss, and so am I.
“You smell like pussy,” Jonah says in his deep bass as I stop next to him. I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale deeply, making an exaggerated sound of pleasure.
“Fuck off,” Silas says through laughter. “Some of us were waiting to fulfil our mission tonight, not fucking on rides.”
“Learn to multitask,” I shoot back. “Life’s best lived when there’s pussy and blood.”
“Amen,” Cole says with a devious grin.
I don’t want to know how much blood he’s spilled during sex. He always has those knives on him, and with how we live, it’s hard not to know each other’s… proclivities.
“She’s scorching hot, El,” Logan says lasciviously. “Mind if I have a go once you’re done?”
I round on him so fast he stumbles back a step, my blood boiling at the thought of Logan’s fire-scarred hands on Jules’ pale skin.
“Mine,” I growl in his stunned face.
Marek speaks into the quiet that follows. “Our brother isn’t going to be sharing this one.” He says it with such certainty too—like he knows for a fact. Maybe his cards told him, or the universe, or whatever it is that guides our most eccentric brother.
“Fine. Fine,” Logan breathes, his hands up defensively. “Yours. Can we go deface a Prophet’s pretty little house now?”
I take a deep breath, clearing the murderous haze from my eyes.
What the fuck was that?
Blinking, I grab Logan’s shoulder and squeeze it once in apology.
“Yeah,” I murmur. Then louder, “Let’s watch Ezekiel scramble to save face when the graffiti is on the outside of the house.”
It’s going to be another fun night.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow I’ll get Jules out of my system.