27. Chapter 27 #2
“If you do, I’ll never let you live it down. Your face is so white. I have to document this,” he said, already whipping out his phone.
“Lev—don’t you dare.”
Too late. He snapped one photo. Then another. Then angled the phone lower and grinned wickedly. “This one’s going in the secret folder. Your nips are showing through my shirt.”
“Delete them,” I hissed, trying to swat the phone away, but he leaned back just out of reach, laughing.
“Absolutely not.”
He tucked it away just as the cars thundered past us again for another loop, wind whipping around our legs.
The shrieks echoed loudly, and I rushed into his arms. He held me for a moment and then turned me around so my back lay against his chest. I sighed and relaxed into him. He leaned his chin on my shoulder.
“You’re too adorable, you know.”
“I’m nauseous is what I am,” I mumbled.
Trent and Hannah were behind us. A group of kids surged forward in excitement, misjudging their turn. In the shuffle, Trent stumbled and bumped hard into Pasha.
“Sorry, man.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Kids.”
The force pushed Pasha into me. Deeper. His body pressed flush against me. The thick lines of his cock ground into my ass. I was suddenly very aware of how solid it was. My breath hitched. I pushed back instinctively.
Just a little.
His hand went to my hips, steadying me. Music from somewhere on the boardwalk pulsed faintly through the air, and without thinking, I swayed.
A slow, subtle roll of my hips. Testing the waters foolishly.
He didn’t move away. In fact, he matched my movements.
Heat flooded my body so fast it made me dizzy.
My clit throbbed, sharp and insistent, and I wondered wildly if there was a version of this I could share with the girls without them combusting on the spot.
The cars roared by again. This time they slowed until they came to a jarring stop. Right in front of us. My legs were rubber as I stepped forward. One foot. Then the other. I climbed into the front seat, heart pounding in my chest.
Breathe.
Pasha slid in beside me. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“It’s going to be fun. I promise.”
The attendant returned and lowered the metal safety bar, clicking it into lock mode. The echo was at least a tangible reminder that everything was going to be okay.
God, let it be okay.
I snuggled closer to Pasha, pressing my side into his. He wrapped his arm around me automatically. My hands clamped around the bar. I stared down at my knuckles, watching them grow white as the tension grew.
The smell of grease and metal filled my nose. The steady clank of the chain pulling carts upward created a rhythm beneath my ribs.
Heartbeat. Clank. Heartbeat Clank. As long as my heart was beating, I was alive. The car jolted forward. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Open them for me, please,” Pasha said.
“I can’t, I’m scared,” I choked.
“Please. For me.”
His voice was needy and filled with something I couldn’t comprehend, but my lids fluttered open.
The coaster’s ascent was slow, and as we climbed higher, I took in the panoramic view around me.
I gasped—the sun was setting, and it stretched to the horizon, dipping into the shimmering waters of the ocean.
For a brief moment I was transfixed and so thankful I’d listened to him. It was beautiful up here, and my fear of heights was momentarily forgotten. Without warning, though, we reached the apex of the climb.
The world paused.
Frozen in time.
Then it dropped away beneath us.
A sickening weightlessness had my stomach lurching in protest, and a surge of panic threatened to engulf me. The ground receded into a blur of motion as we hurtled down the first dizzying drop. I screamed.
The wind tore the sound from my mouth as we dropped, the world blurring in streaks of color and sound. My heart hammered so loudly that I could hear nothing else. We twisted. Banked. Gravity lifted my body against the restraints.
Panic clawed up my throat, that metallic taste taking over. There was nowhere to run. No place to hide.
“I’m going to freak out,” I gasped. “Distract me. Now.”
I turned to him, burying my face against his chest. Without thinking—without allowing myself to analyze it—I grabbed his hand and placed it on my knee.
His breath hitched, and his grip on me tightened.
“Please,” I begged, lifting my face just enough to look into his golden-brown eyes.
With zero hesitation, he splayed his fingers between my legs and urged them apart. Something about the move had me moaning. It was aggressive and possessive all at the same time. The firm pressure of his palm anchored me in a way nothing had.
As the ride made its next slow ascent, his hand brushed up my leg, dancing along, barely grazing my skin. My breath stuttered. The air rushed past us, but all I felt was him. His mouth found my neck. I threw my head back and moaned as his lips trailed kisses down it.
His warm, wet lips sent shivers through my body. He moved his hand up further, fingers pressing, circling, and teasing me. I inhaled sharply. My body chased the sensation as he explored me.
In no other scenario would I have thought I’d beg him to touch me intimately like this. His firm fingers found my clit through the jeans. All I could feel was the steady rhythm of his hand and the way my body responded to it.
Each twist of the track sharpened everything. With a rocking motion, I pushed harder, seeking more. Soon I was panting. My focus narrowed in on the feeling of him touching me. Embarrassingly, the fabric covering me became damp under his fingers.
It felt so fucking good as he moved his finger from side to side against the seam. God, what would it feel like if his fingers were directly on it? Once more, we plunged down at the speed of light.
He gripped my pussy, and I pushed my ass up to get closer. Another scream tore from my throat as he continued to rub me. The car shot down and curved tightly to the right as it accelerated. I forgot all about my fear of heights as he teased me throughout the ride.
How he kept his hand firmly in place the entire way was beyond me. I could only hope the several moans that tore from my throat were concealed by the screaming coming from the other passengers.
The combined sensation of weightlessness, exhilaration, and his fingers left me breathless and feeling so alive. I was hovering over something. Something beautiful.
Was this living?
And then, too soon, the ride was over. The coaster ground to a halt with a jolt that startled me from the brink of coming. I was so fucking close. I wanted to scream. The safety bar lifted, and reality snapped back into place.
I had no choice but to take his hand. The same one that was moments ago between my legs, unraveling the hell out of me. I wobbled as I stepped onto the ground. Taking several deep breaths, I attempted to regain my composure while Pasha guided me out of the exit area.
Note to self, pencil in over the clothes petting to number eight and then check the damned thing off the list.
“There you guys are,” Lisa exclaimed, rushing over to us.
I still couldn’t bring myself to look at Pasha. What the hell had come over me? What was I thinking?