Chapter 4
LAWSON
Itake a step closer. “Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you?
” I lean in close, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, and fuck, her skin is just as soft and silky as it looks.
“I wanted to drag you behind that curtain in your booth and get my hands on you.” We’re high enough now not to be seen by the people on the ground, so I run my fingertips lightly over the curve of her breast, smirking when she whimpers. “Your body makes me crazy.”
Her head tilts back, eyes fluttering closed, and Christ, she’s gorgeous. I bring my lips to the delicate skin of her exposed neck, inhaling deeply. She smells like peppermint and sugar, so fucking delicious. I brush a kiss over her pulse point and she shudders again.
“You’re so responsive for me, aren’t you Nova?” I murmur, doing it again, using my tongue this time. She whimpers and my dick goes from hard to painful. “I want to hear you sound like that all night long.”
Her eyes flutter open and she looks at me, a challenge in her gaze. “You better get going then. Pretty sure this ride only lasts about ten minutes.”
I can’t help but laugh. I like her. It’s more than just how hot her body is—I like her. Talking to her, the way she challenges me, her confidence. I like it all.
I move to stand behind her, pulling her back to my front.
She fits perfectly against my chest and I bring my chin down to rest on her hair as I wrap both arms around her.
I have to bite back a groan at how good it feels, how small she is compared to me, the way I envelop her completely.
It makes me want to claim every inch of her, to hold her close for hours.
But, as she pointed out, we don’t have hours. And I need to make every minute count.
“Do you think they can see us from down there?” I murmur into her ear, letting one hand wrap around her belly. My pinkie finger meets bare skin in that strip between her top and her skirt, and I swear she practically purrs when I rub gentle circles there.
“I don’t know,” she says, voice a shade less steady than it had been before.
“Probably can’t risk getting on my knees in front of you,” I muse. “Shame. I’d like nothing better than getting my tongue on your little pussy.” I grin to myself when she gasps.
“I feel like I should point out the fact that we met approximately three hours ago,” she rasps out, breathless now, and I laugh some more.
Fuck, I’m practically giggling over this girl.
Nothing about this is typical for me and that should probably be raising alarm bells. But I can’t bring myself to care.
“Doesn’t matter how long it’s been,” I tell her, letting my hand slide up to cup her breast. “I knew I wanted you like this the second we met.”
“Me too,” she admits, leaning her head back into my shoulder. “I saw your hands and I…" she gasps again when I pinch her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. “Shit, Lawson.”
“You saw my hands and what?” I urge, pinching her again. Her nipples are tight under her top and I want to see them so bad it hurts. I bet they’re every bit as pretty as the rest of her. “You saw my hands and what, Nova?” I press when she lets out a moan instead of answering me.
“I wanted to know what they would feel like,” she admits, and it’s my turn to groan.
I slip my hand under the neckline of her top and palm her soft, full breast. “You thought about this?” I growl out, squeezing her.
“Yes.”
“Even though I was a stranger?”
She’s practically panting now and we’ve barely even gotten to the good stuff. “That made it hotter,” she whimpers.
This girl. “Fuck, Nova.”
The bra she’s wearing is thin, giving me a good feel of those hardened peaks, but it’s not enough. I tug on the fabric until her tit is free and in my hand, then groan again. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
“Your hands are…” I pinch her nipple again and she gasps. “So good, Lawson.”
“Just relax, baby,” I growl into her ear. “I’ll make you feel good as long as you’ll let me.”
There’s a part of me that knows this is crazy, to be so consumed by lust so quickly.
I’m not big on dates but I usually buy a girl a drink at least, spend some time getting to know her.
But somehow it feels like I already know everything I need to know about the woman in my arms. She just feels so fucking right.
I press kisses to the side of her neck as I continue to knead her tit, wishing I could kiss the full, soft flesh in my hands instead. I let my other hand drop down to the top of her thigh and start to drag the fabric up, inch by inch.
“Lawson.” She sounds unsure for the first time since she took my hand by her booth. I see her eyes dart around, looking to the ground.
“It’s okay,” I soothe her, quickening my pace with her skirt.
I need to get my hands on more skin, now.
“From down there, we just look like a couple hugging while they take in the view.” I growl a little, frustration zapping through me.
“Fucking wish my view was these tits. You feel incredible. It’s killing me not to see you, baby. ”
“It’s killing me, too,” she says, relaxing more fully against my chest. “Then again, if the rest of your body is as good as your arms, I might not survive it.”
I feel a ridiculous swell of pride at those words. I’ve never been a particularly vain guy, but fuck me if I don’t like her admitting she likes how I look.
I finally get the gauzy fabric of her skirt dragged up high enough and grunt when I feel the smooth, warm skin of her thigh. “Are you wet for me?” I murmur, running my fingertips higher over her flesh toward the apex between her legs. “Will you let me feel you?”
She nods hurriedly, almost desperately. We’ve reached the top of the tether now, as high as the balloon will go, and the whole carnival is spread out below us.
Night has fallen fully, the field lit up by lights.
We can hear the sounds of happy screams coming from the rides, people laughing, music playing.
It’s the perfect backdrop for what’s happening in this small space.
But we’re running out of time. The operator promised me an extra ten minutes at the top and I’m pissed at myself for not giving him more money. Even another hour wouldn’t have been long enough.
I slide my hand up the remaining few inches and curse the second my fingers hit the lace between her thighs.
Even through the fabric I can feel her heat and I want nothing more than to bury myself right here for the rest of the night.
I tug the gusset aside so I can feel her for the first time, and I swear I almost come in my pants.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I groan into her ear. “Have you been wanting this?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, squirming against me, wanting more friction. “So badly.”
“Poor thing,” I tsk, running my fingers through her wetness. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it all better.”
“Lawson,” she moans, canting her hips into my fingers.
“Shh,” I say into her ear. “We wouldn’t want anyone down there to hear you, would we?”
“No.” But I’m pretty sure the way she clenches her thighs around my hand tells another story.
My girl is turned on by the idea of getting caught, and I can’t say I disagree.
Doing this in public adds another dimension to the pleasure.
I know that we’re far enough from the ground that no one would ever guess what’s happening.
The rim of the balloon’s basket comes up well past Nova’s chest. Someone looking intently from down there might notice my hand is down her shirt, but they wouldn’t be able to see the way I’m rolling her nipple between my fingers or hear the way she gasps every time I add a pinch.
They would have no idea how wet her pussy is for me, or how good it feels when I slide two fingers inside her.
“You’re so tight, baby,” I groan, pressing my lips to her neck so I don’t give into the temptation to sink my teeth into the flesh instead. “So wet and warm for me, aren’t you?”
Her answer is a sob as she tips her head back further into my chest, arching her back.
“My girl likes that,” I growl. “Let’s give her some more.”
“Lawson, please.”
Hearing her beg like that breaks something inside me, in the best way possible. I don’t care about drawing it out or teasing her or trying to play it cool. I have to make this woman happy, have to give her the pleasure she deserves. It’s an imperative, like I don’t even have a choice.
“You’re going to come so pretty around my fingers,” I tell her, bringing my thumb to her clit and rubbing in quick, firm circles. She writhes against my body, her ass grinding into my rock-hard dick, and I’m once again in very real danger of coming in my pants.
But I don’t give a shit. There’s no way I’m stopping now, not when I have the ability to make her feel this good.
I thrust my fingers hard and fast while continuing with those firm circles she seems to like on her clit.
My other hand squeezes her breast, plucking at the nipple, tugging the fabric of her bra and top lower.
I need to see her, need to look down over her shoulder at her tits while I make her come.
It’s a risk—I don’t think anyone can see up here but we are in public, even if sixty or seventy feet off the ground—but I don’t really care.
I let out a low curse when I get her breast free of the fabric.
She gasps at the feel of the cool night air against her flesh but doesn’t try to stop me.
Instead, she arches her back even more, pressing her breast further into my hand.
Her hips are bucking like crazy, trying to get more friction against her clit, more depth from my fingers.
I get the feeling she’s completely forgotten where we are, so lost in the sensations I’m providing.
And that makes me feel like a king.
Then, with a jolt, the balloon starts to move again.
“Fuck,” I mutter, looking down at the slowly approaching ground.
It took us about ten minutes to get to the top earlier, and she’ll need some time to get herself together before we get to the bottom.
The idea of her stepping off this balloon in her disheveled state for all the world to see has something possessive rearing up in my chest. No one gets to see her like this, hair wild, chest heaving, skin flushed.
No one gets to see her like this except for me.
All of that means I’m running out of time. I need to get her there. Now.
“I want you to come,” I growl into her ear, increasing the pressure on her clit. “I want you to come all over my fingers. Can you do that for me?”
“I’m close,” she whines, her head thrashing back and forth on my chest.
“Good girl. We don’t want to get to the bottom before you come, do we?”
She gasps, her eyes flying open. She looks around, like she’s surprised by her surroundings.
I release her breast, pulling her neckline back up to cover her, and grip her jaw instead, pulling her attention over her shoulder to me.
Our eyes meet and I want to fall to my knees at the expression on her face.
She’s flushed and pleasured and a little bit scared and it’s so, so hot.
“Eyes on me,” I tell her. “Don’t look at the ground. You focus on me and what I’m doing to you. Understand?”
“Yes, Lawson.”
Those two words almost do me in but I grit my teeth and focus on her.
“You’re going to be good for me and come, aren’t you?
Because I’m not stopping until you do, Nova.
Not even if we get to the bottom. Not even if everyone on the ground can see.
You wouldn’t want that, would you? For all those people to see your face when you come for me? ”
The dirty talk—or maybe it’s the idea of getting caught— pushes her over the edge.
Her eyes go wide as her body tenses in my arms, mouth dropping open.
I quickly lower my lips to hers. The angle is awkward as fuck, me leaning over her shoulder, but it doesn’t matter.
Not when she lets me swallow her pretty little noises as her pussy clenches around my hand.
Not when her lips feel this soft and wet.
Not when our first kiss is also the moment she comes all over my hand.
Nova detonates in my arms up here in this balloon, thirty feet off the ground, and it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
And in that moment, I know that I’m completely fucked.