Chapter 7 Bea
I want to sit on it and ride him like a carousel horse
Shit, shit, shit, shit. How did I manage to let him get me on the Ferris wheel?
If there was one thing in this whole carnival I didn’t want to ride, it’s the Ferris wheel.
I guess it’s not completely his fault. Most people do love the slow-moving wheel ride.
It’s great for couples and kids, appropriate for all ages.
Maybe if I hadn’t said no to the ring-toss I could have avoided it?
Too late now.
Zaxon slides in close and drapes an arm around my shoulders along the back of the seat.
I’ll admit his close proximity does make me feel less panicked.
I allow myself to press close to his side and revel in the warmth and comfort he offers.
That is until the wheel rotates, and we go higher, and higher. Like an idiot I look over the edge.
The neon lights of the carnival shine in the growing darkness, which you would think would make it easier since everything below would be obscured in shadows making things appear not as far down, but it doesn’t.
The colorful lights and signs just blur and sway and I instantly grip the wimpy bar in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Are you okay Starfish?” Zaxon’s concerned voice pulls me from the spiraling panic and risk looking up at him. He’s staring down at me with the cutest furrow between his stone brow.
“Oh well, I probably should have mentioned…I’m afraid of heights.”
I wait for three long moments before Zaxon’s expression shifts to a soft playful expression. Strange.
“Well maybe I can distract you. What is it that you don’t like about heights?”
“Looking down. If I can’t see how far up I am, it’s not as bad.”
Zaxon thinks for a moment then spreads his wings and rearranges them around us like a cocoon, blocking my immediate view of the horizon and over the edge.
All I can see are the colors of the sunset, and the outline of the moon starting to peek through the clouds over the wall of wings he’s constructed around us.
When the ride rotates around, I can see the building tops and some lights, but the rest of the carnival has disappeared.
Inside the safety of his strong grey wings, it’s just us and my heart rate slows.
“Thank you, that actually helps a lot.”
“You’re more than welcome.” Zaxon’s voice is husky and dark, sending a shiver across my body when I feel his breath brush across my neck.
And that’s when I realize exactly how close we are.
I’m practically sitting in his lap. My hand rests on his thigh, no longer clenching the lap bar, his bare chest is pressed to my entire side, and my left ankle is crossed over his bare foot.
His thick tail lays across his lap, the tip of it brushing against my knee and the hem of my dress.
It’s soft but the very end feels slightly textured, a bit rougher.
When it slides against the inside of my knee, I decide I like it, a lot.
“Do you need more distracting Starfish?”
Hot lips speak directly into my ear and then he nips on my earlobe, causing an unexpected throb between my legs. My nipples harden beneath the soft cotton of my dress, and I feel myself sway closer to him, completely forgetting the ride and height I was just freaking out over moments ago.
“Maybe,” I answer, very much wanting to know exactly what he has in mind to distract me.
Zaxon presses his lips to my throat and the hand around my shoulder slides down to rub the pad of his thumb across my now sharply pointed nipple.
“I’ve been imagining all the ways I could distract you all day. With my hands.” His hand cups my right breast, his thumb rubbing constantly on my nipple. “With my mouth and tongue.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to my neck and licks back up to my ear. “And my tail.”
That sueded textured tip of his tail slips under the hem of my skirt and skims up my inner thigh. The gentle sensation causes my heart to pound and breathes to grow shallow. Not to mention the instant dampening on my panties.
I wait with bated breath to see how far that tail is going to travel.
When it reaches where my thighs press together, I widen them, allowing him farther.
Zaxon growls an appreciative groan against my shoulder as his tail travels the rest of the distance up my legs to the damp panties covering my sex.
He brushes his tail against the fabric and chuckles.
“Wet for me already Starfish? Good.”
With little effort his tail tucks aside my panties and finds my slick center. He explores my wet pussy, sliding from bottom to top, circling my clit with the very tip. When I moan and spread wider for him, he growls in approval.
When he begins to stroke my pussy, pressing between my folds and testing my entrance on a passing stroke, he grabs his groin and squeezes his cock hard. The length of him outlined by his tightening pants.
Wow, he’s big and thick. I want to sit on it and ride him like a carousel horse. But since we’re confined to our current position all I can do is reach out and stroke the head of his cock through his pants. His hips jerk and bang against the lap restraint.
“Fuck Bea. Do that again sweetness. Stroke my cock while I slip my tail inside your wet cunt.”
His words only make me wetter and by this point I’ve completely forgotten where we are and why we started this in the first place. All I want is to unzip his pants pull out his kickstand cock and put it in my mouth.
I squeeze his cock harder and the first few inches of his tail slip inside me.
My mouth drops open on a moan and it’s swallowed whole by Zaxon’s mouth sealing over mine.
His lips press hard to mine and I open there for him just like I did with my legs.
That tasty purple tongue of his slips inside my mouth and I suck on it, as his tail slides in and out of my pussy between my thighs.
This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced and I’m already starting to feel an orgasm build in my core.
Just when things are starting to get good and I’m reaching for the waistband of his pants, I hear someone clearing their throat.
“Sorry y’all but the rides over. I’m going to need you to get off now.”
I was just about to, thank you very much.
Zaxon and I manage to disconnect our kiss and regrettably he removes his tail from inside my pussy. Thankfully the barrier of his wing cocoon concealed everything we were doing from the neck down and the worker only thinks we were making out.
Zaxon readjusts himself as best he can before unfurling his wings and exiting the ride. He keeps my hand in his as he guides me swiftly away from the carnival area and back towards the hotel part of the resort, only stopping once we’re by the beach where the ice cream truck is.
We both eye the long walk around the cove to the building where my room is located. Zaxon continues his perusal all the way to the building where his room is, on the complete opposite side of the cove.
“That’s a long walk,” I say, a bit disappointed.
“Yeah,” he agrees, gripping his cock momentarily again. It hasn’t gone down and I’m still plenty wet and ready for him too.
“I have a much faster way to get back to my place, if you’re willing.”
“I am very willing,” I blurt out without thinking.
Wow, that’s not like me at all. I always think about everything. Right at this moment however my brain is taking a vacation, and my lady bits are in charge, and she wants more.
In one swift motion Zaxon scoops me up into a bridal hold and I instinctually wrap my arms around his massive neck. Behind him his wings spread out wide and I get my first glimpse of their full width. Double his body length at least.
“Hold on tight Starfish, and don’t look away from me.”
“What?”
I should have known what was coming with his wings spread wide. But it’s still a surprise when he squats down and with a powerful thrust of his wings, shoots us skyward and in a matter of moments, we’re airborne.
My shriek of surprise is brief because I’m too focused on clinging to him like the starfish he calls me.
“Eyes on me Bea. Before you know it, we’ll be there. Just focus on me, think about what I’m going to do to you when I get you spread out on my bed.”
Well, that mental image will definitely distract a girl.
There are so many options. Especially now that I know what he can do with that tail.
I think I’d like to find out what that tail is capable of.
I should be saying no, or freaking out that we’re flying over the cove, or telling him to take me back to my room.
I’m working and he’s an employee, but none of that comes out of my mouth.
As a matter of fact, nothing does. I just let him hold me tight against him and literally fly me back to his place for continued sexual gratification.
This is crazy, I’m crazy. I’ve known this hunky gargoyle for all of three days and I am already willing to let him do all the dirty things he wants to me. Maybe I’m not as stringent a rule follower as I thought.
With a graceful technique, Zaxon lands and sets me back on my feet.
We’re on a rooftop. There’s one of those bed sized loungers and an outdoor dining table.
String lights hang from the edge of the railing and with one hand in mine Zaxon bypasses all of it to enter through a set of massive sliding doors to the apartment beyond.
From what I can tell it’s an open plan studio loft.
With a small kitchen against one wall, a large sofa in the center of the room and an even larger bed against the back wall.
This is where he leads me before spinning me around and planting a kiss directly on my lips, causing me to melt beneath him.