T W E N T Y - E I G H T
His thumb trembles against the top of my hand. I doubt he realizes just how tightly he is squeezing, but that is the only tell that Charlie doesn’t want to get on this ride.
Perry and Kai stood in front of us, toying with one another as they normally do, while Charlie aloofly looked off into the distance.
The beats nearly match a heart rate, quickening as we get closer and closer to the front of the line. The wooden coaster finds itself in use every couple of years, but I put my faith in organizers that it’s thoroughly inspected.
“Can you believe we were barely tweens the last time we did this?” Perry snickers.
“You mean you haven't been on a coaster since before your tits grew in?”
It’s my turn to smack Kai. “Knock it off.”
I nearly offered to ride with Perry, but Charlie clung to me and pulled me into the seat beside him. He locked the belt over our waists a bit too tight, then laid his arm across my lap.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I smile at his caution.
Charlie attempts to smile back but the anxiety he clearly feels limits his ability.
My insides mush at his protectiveness over me.
I rub the top of his hand with my thumb, affectionately trying to comfort him .
Perhaps I should have offered to not ride at all, but Charlie kisses my temple and the thumping seizes as the workers check our belts.
“I’m picking the next ride,” he tells me.
“What did you have in mind?”
The tracks start to click as a warning that we will soon be moving.
“I fancy a Ferris wheel ride.”
“You’re kidding.”
Charlie shakes his head.
“That’s for little kids and old people.”
“Exactly,” he replies as the wheels start to turn and his grip across my midsection tightens once more.
I slyly roll my eyes and settle into his hold as we start to climb the first drop.
I rather enjoy roller coasters. Something about screaming at the top of my lungs is so freeing.
The cart whipped around the corner and just as we began the drop, my laughter became uncontrollable.
Charlie doesn’t scream out of excitement like most of the riders. He is screaming from pure fear and if I were a better person, I might try and soothe him.
Instead, I am laughing so hard I have tears in my eyes. The wind blew them sticky at the creases.
My big strong boyfriend is afraid of a little height and speed.
And he ends up screaming for a little too long, being the last to calm down when the coaster finally comes to a stop.
“You alright back there, Barnes?” Kai hollers behind him, snickering.
Charlie huffs while Perry and I continue to giggle .
“It’s okay, babe,” I whisper to him, attempting to tame his hair.
A frown remains on his lips as he nearly drags me from the car, grumbling along.
I attempted to hide the cackle I wore, but it was too late, Charlie had already seen.
“We’re going to the Ferris wheel,” he announces sternly to Perry and my brother.
“That’s all you, bro,” Kai utters. “I don’t want to see any lovey-dovey shit.”
Perry rolls her eyes at him then shoots me a wink. “Catch ya later, yeah?”
I nod as Charlie throws an arm over my shoulders, putting me in an affectionate headlock.
“Were you laughing at me?” he husks lowly into my ear.
The sound of his voice trickles down my insides, straight to that sweet spot between my legs. The legs I want to press together, but am unable to as I keep in stride with Charlie’s lengthy limbs.
“No,” I hum.
“You so were, baby.”
Damn.
That husky voice of his is going to be the death of me. He could ask me to commit murder with that voice, and I’d say when and where.
“Maybe I was,” I fess up. “It’s silly to see my big macho boyfriend scream over a little rollercoaster.”
“I never claimed to be macho, Banks,” he mutters. “I do face masks and let you fuck with my hair. ”
“Then what’s your issue?” I taunt as we enter the short line for the Ferris wheel, no doubt we’d be getting on the next go around.
A finger drags across my jaw, flicking the skin under my chin till I peer up at him, finding hungry eyes beating down at me.
“My issue is that my sexy as fuck girlfriend is laughing at me rather than comforting me. Can’t have that, now can we?”’
My brows narrow as my lips part.
It’s a ploy.
Charlie isn’t mad at me.
He wants to rile me up.
He wants to fuck me on the Ferris wheel.
And I’m going to let him.
“No, baby,” I mouth. “We can’t.”
The idea of being caught, being watched even, should scare me. Make my insides crawl, but an excitement overpowers that fear. Experiencing something so raw and primal with the man I love, seems too good to pass up.
Besides, when I’m eighty and looking back on my life, I don’t want to have regrets.
Charlie’s influence in my life has taught me that much. I shouldn’t waste my days away reading about the hot fictional man fucking his girl at the carnival, I should be that girl.
I am that girl.
Charlie holds up two fingers to the attendant as an empty cube stops on the platform.
With a nod, we walk past him and Charlie stabilizes the ride as I step on .
It’s not completely open, with metal mesh covering the sides and the top but definitely open enough.
We sit across from one another as we’re locked in and the ride shifts enough to load on other guests.
A smug glint rests in Charlie’s gaze as his legs stretch out in front of him, casing mine inside his lengths. His arms rest on the back of the seat, board and toned.
“You’re smug.”
“You’re wet.”
I don’t deny it.
“I can smell it in the air.”
“No, you can’t.”
He tips his nose, shutting his eyes as he inhales.
He’s full of shit but regardless I squirm a little.
“Smells like heaven.” His lips curl to the left side of his face for just a moment. “Tastes even better.”
The ride shifts once more. Likely two more slow turns before everyone is loaded.
“Am I going to be punished by sitting on your face?”
“No.”
“Good,” I murmur. “Might be hard in these close quarters.”
Charlie’s not amused. “You’re going to push those leggings down your hips, then sit in my lap and take my cock without making a single sound.”
My eyes flicker to the bulge in his jeans.
“Can’t have you drawing attention to us before I make you come, now can I?”
Silence isn’t exactly my strong suit, but I think I’d bloody my own lip if it meant he would make me come in this moment .
He drops on hand, finding his belt and zipper.
I lick my lips.
“Give me a kiss then wet my cock, Banks.”
Gripping the metal mesh, I stand and hover over him as I lower my mouth, brushing my flesh against his.
“It’s okay if heights scare you,” I taunt him further. “I know your strengths lie in other areas.”
I give him a soft peck before I slip my cool hand inside my leggings, pushing past my thong and dipping into my core.
I’m soaked, coating as much of my fingers as I can before I pull them out and finish pulling him free of denim.
Charlie grinds his teeth together, I don’t know if it’s from the slight chill in the air or his restraint.
I rub my arousal over him, slow strokes as a bead of pre- cum slips from his tip.
“Turn around.”
I do, and I feel the wheel begin to move at a steady pace. Charlie’s fingers rip my leggings down and force me into his lap. He doesn’t even touch me to be sure I am ready because he already knows, guiding me down on top of him, I nearly yelp.
To anyone else, it looks as if I am just sitting in his lap.
His rocks slow and hard hitting the spot inside me every time.
One loop around, and I’m practically putty in his palms.
His arm hangs over my shoulder as if he’s holding me close, but really he’s cupping my breast through the flannel and the other is drawing lazy circles over my clit.
My vision is glossed over as I fight off the orgasm. I want this to last as long as possible .
“I know you want to come, Banks,” he bellows into my ear. “Give me your release,” he demands. “I earned it. Come for me, baby.”
Not yet, I tell myself.
We’re feet from the top.
My head knocks back as my toes tingle.
I’m not going to make it.
The once lazy circles are now precise.
Damn him.
A whimper that sounds more like a growl slips from my lips as I snap my eyes shut and my core clamps down.
I’m coming so hard, I once again have tears running down my cheeks.
Charlie pants, whispering a harsh fuck as I feel his come filling me.
Soon kisses pepper my neck as I find the strength to open my eyes again.
I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his that settled over my waist.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Charlie.”