Chapter Three
Debi
Being on top of the world has never been this good.
Sitting atop the Ferris Wheel, tangled up with the sweetest, hottest teacher I have ever met, I am lost in the moment. I never want it to end. His mouth fits to mine, his fingers tugging at my panties as I beg him to touch me. He said he couldn’t think of anything else but touching me, and now I can’t either
“Devin,” I pant shamelessly, kissing at his scruffy jaw, loving how the blond fuzz feels against my lips. He smells so good and his big, strong hands feel so damn good on me. Despite my rock-star lifestyle, I am no good with romance. I never trust my instincts. Because they always lead me right to the bad boys who never treat me good. “Devin...please...I need to...”
Moaning as his fingers pass over my aching clit, I claw at his shoulders. I want to be closer. To feel his thick arms holding me. I want to drown in the sweet, clean scent of his dressy shirt. God, he is the most adorable thing I have ever seen, and I want him so bad I am on fire with it.
“Please what?”
Oh, Jesus, yes. He teases me by rubbing his fingers at my clit, his mouth panting his words against my lips. God, he is so hot. What has he done to me? I’ve hooked up a few times after a show or with other musicians before. None of that felt as hot, as wild, as reckless as sitting at the county fair at the top of the Ferris Wheel, making out with this sinfully sweet man.
“Touch me,” I beg, biting at his jaw, kissing at his throat, my fingers tugging at his silky blonde hair.
“Come here, closer,” he commands, his voice raw, low, hot. “Open for me, baby.”
Whimpering, I fall back against the rocking seat of the ride. I do not even care that we’re a mile in the air. We’re stopped at the top as they work on getting the ride spinning again. I never want it to move. Because I never want what we’ve captured up here together to end.
With my legs thrown across his lap, I nod, letting him tug at my shorts. There are people on either side of us, but no one can see us. I don’t think I would care if they could. He pulls my shorts just low enough to bare my pussy. We both moan as his fingers rub at the wet, swollen flesh.
“God, that’s pretty,” he hums in that sweet southern drawl of his.
“Devin,” I swallow hard as another moan breaks his name up. “Please. Please, I need you to touch me. I am on fire. Why am I so hot?”
“Because I am too,” he responds, eyes holding mine as he rubs slow, hard circles at my aching clit. I buck beneath his touch as if he found a direct connection to my pleasure button. I pant as he pushes that sweet button, rubbing back and forth at the swollen bundle of nerves.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, my hips twisting beneath his touch. “Please.”
Nothing has ever felt so good. Why does it feel so good? I stare up at him and it clicks. It can’t be true, can it? That it feels so good, so right, because he is right. He is unlike any of the stupid, silly boys I hooked up with before. How he touches me, how he talks to me, it’s all man.
“Not before you let me see you come baby.”
“Oh Jesus, yes,” I moan as he pushes two fingers inside of me, his thumb still rubbing at my clit. I shout at the skies as I come hard, shaking in his arms as he pumps his thick fingers inside of me.
We’re at the top of the world and the stars come to life as my climax burns through me. They glow and sparkle as he holds me tighter, whispering sweet, filthy words in my ear. I grasp at him, holding tight as a second orgasm crests inside of me, his fingers still pumping slowly.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it. Show me how fucking pretty you come.”
Pleasure unlike anything I have ever felt shakes me to my core. I have touched myself before, I have used one of those realistic toys to try to get off and have fooled around before. None of that even comes close to this. To being in his arms, hearing his sexy, sultry voice talking so dirty, his magic fingers stroking me to the best orgasm of my entire life.
Devin slams his mouth to mine as I shudder with my climax. He kisses me soft, deep, then hard, wet, his tongue stroking at mine. I can’t get enough of it. Enough of how good he tastes, how much I love his hands on me, how good he smells and how right it feels being wrapped up with him.
Moving to straddle his lap, I am panting with need, even as I shake from little aftershocks of pleasure. I kiss him back, telling him not to stop. I don’t care what else he wants to do to me, I want it. I want it all. I want him—I want Devin more than I think I’ve ever wanted anything.
“Devin, don’t stop,” I plead, rocking on his lap, my tiny shorts almost falling off.
Pulling me down with a fist tangled in my hair, he seals his mouth to mine. My fingers grasp at his shoulders as I continue to rock against him. I am on fire. Burning inside out, and I need him to put the fire out. Nothing else, no one else, just him being inside of me, him filling me, will stop it.
“God you smell so good,” he hums roughly, his mouth against my throat as he kisses me there, teeth nipping at my skin.
Pulling back, I stare down at him in the darkness. Beneath us the fair rages on with neon lights and laughter. We’re still rocking at the top of the Ferris wheel, but I don’t want them to fix it. I want to be right here with him, overlooking Pine Grove, tasting him, feeling his hands on my skin.
Reaching between us, I fumble with the button of his neat, creased chinos. I smile as I pull at the button, imagining how we must look together. Me with my wildness compared to how put together he is. I do not care. All I care about is how good he kisses me, how I want a million more kisses, how I have never felt this burn, this flickering flame of need with anyone else before.
“We-we can’t,” Devin husks as I slip my hand inside his pants. “What if someone catches us, Debi?”
“Who cares? Let them catch us. I hope we’re up here all night,” I murmur, smiling as he groans when my fingers wrap around him.
“Jesus, I do too,” he hums back, tilting his head back to stare up at me.
God, Devin might be the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
Before I went for men with tattoos, wild punk rock hair, leather jackets with bad attitudes. They might have been cute but this man…God, he’s beautiful. His golden hair shimmers in the neon glow of the fair below, short on the sides and combed back neatly on top. His green eyes are a kind of green I have never seen before. Translucent, sparkling. He smiles up at me with perfect teeth, his full mouth wet from kissing me.
“Anyone ever tell you how fucking beautiful you are, Devin?”
“Uh. Uh, no, no one has. Am I? Not…boring?”
“Hell no. Nothing about you is boring,” I whisper gently, slowing down the heated moment between us. Something tells me he has no clue how amazing he is, and I want to fix that. “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. You’re big and hard,” I tease him a little, my hands stroking him between my legs. “God, you’re so hard. I bet you’d feel so good inside me. Do you want that, baby? To get inside me?”
“Fuck, yes, I do. I wanted you the second I saw you, Debi. Talk about something beautiful. I’ve never seen something so beautiful. I have no idea how I got the courage to talk to you. Yes, I want inside you. I want to watch your face while I fuck you up here on this ride we’re terrified of.”
“Devin, yes,” I moan, stroking him faster, feeling the stickiness coating the swollen crown of his thick cock. “I want it. Want you inside of me,” I plead, bending down to kiss his mouth, his jaw, bite at his ear.
Devin yanks at my tank top and I gasp as his mouth closes around my bare breast. I rock against him again, making the entire bucket rock. I don’t care. I am not scared up here with him. His teeth tug at my nipple, then his slick tongue flicks across the pebbled bud.
Between us, I stroke him faster, wiggling my hips to try to get my shorts off. We have little space but we’re going to make it work. His teeth bite at my shoulder when I pump his cock faster and I cry out, shaking with need. I angle my hips, both of us moaning as I rub his wide, hard cock against my slippery pussy.
“Jesus you’re so wet,” he hums against my throat. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. I want to get deep inside you, Debi.”
“Yes, yes, please,” I chant greedily, wanting that, needing it.
Pressing my mouth against his, I push the tip of him to my aching sex. He grunts and nods, pulling me closer. The bucket swings and we both go still, clinging to each other. Watching me, he pulls me down slowly, until I feel him pressing against me. We moan together again as he starts to fill me. Just as I brace for the pain of being taken for the first time, the cart jerks and we fall backwards.
“Oh, no, no,” I pout, clutching at him as he pulls me against his chest.
“Shit. We’re moving again. We’re going to get caught,” Devin chuckles as he fixes my top and pulls at my jeans.
Scrambling off his lap, I try to settle down beside him. His hands fumble with his pants, a grunt sounding from him as he tucks his stiff shaft back inside his chinos. I almost laugh before I am hit with a wave of shame. Why do I always have to be so damn reckless?
I almost gave my virginity to a stranger on the Ferris Wheel.
Sitting there with him, smelling his sweet, musky scent, I am stunned as my vision blurs with tears. Not because of what we almost did. But because we didn’t. Because once this ride is over I won’t have the courage to tell him that I meant what I said.
I wish we could have been left up there all night together.
With the ride circling closer to the ground, I cannot catch my breath. My heart is thundering in my chest. I still burn beneath my skin but it’s not from desire or lust. It’s from an ache I always try to ignore. That wide, empty cavern inside of me that nothing has ever been able to fill. Not my music, not being on stage with my friends, not even the love of fans like that young girl I met earlier.
It is an emptiness that has always been there. That nothing I have ever done has been able to get rid of. For a while, being on stage would chase it away for a little while. Being with the band or other musicians, flirting with bad boy rockers, or getting those moments with fans like the one I had earlier, it did work. But it never lasted. That emptiness always came back.
Lately it comes back faster, bigger, tearing more and more of me apart. Being here tonight with Jenna, then meeting Devin, is the first time in weeks I have been in one piece. But tonight cannot last. This ride with this sweet, sexy, handsome man, was always going to come to an end.
“Debi, what is wrong? Something is wrong,” Devin whispers, turning to me to take my hand in his. I love the weight of his big hand, how he tightly weaves our hands together.
As we touch down to the ground, the young man who locked us in earlier coming to let us out, my tears start to fall. I am so ashamed. How could I have let that go on up there? Why would I have let myself think it was going to be something special? That he could possibly feel anything for someone who would let that go on?
“Everything is wrong with me, Devin. I am a rock star, right? There is little about me that is right. Thanks for the ride, handsome. I won’t forget it.”
Before he can respond, I hop down from the bucket to get away. I do not want to see the change in his eyes now that we’re back on earth. I could not stand to see his regret at sharing what we did up there. I am not the sort of girl that someone like Devin would want to waste his time on.
Even if those moments on top of the world with him filled that emptiness inside of me like nothing ever has—that ride was always going to end.