Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
EVEREST
I lied to her.
Not about wanting this with her. God, I fucking want that so bad.
I’m freaking terrified of heights. Don’t even get me started on bridges. I’m one big case of neurosis when it comes to both topics. If the gondola were more enclosed like a plane then I wouldn't be as terrified.
But when she leans in and kisses me with the sweet sugary taste on her lips, everything else is forgotten.
Not that us having sex is going to be on view for all her subscribers to see.
That if Tanner is subscribed to her, he’s going to know what I’ve been doing this whole time. That I lied about the subscription.
But when her lips touch mine all those fears fall away and it’s just me and her, lost in this moment of unbelievability.
She doesn’t rush the moment. Almost as if she senses my fear but doesn’t want to call me out. I never expected the Ferris wheel to feel like a universe suspended in midair, but with Cove beside me, it does.
The carnival lights glitter below us, music blaring around us, as excited voices drift up to us. But here in this gondola it’s just me and her. No one else exists. Not even the GoPro filming our every moment.
“Everest,” she says softly, seductively as she pulls away just slightly. “You can breathe now. We’re not going to plummet to the ground and we’re not going to be seen by anyone. Unless you want us to.” She winks and I groan.
My heart trips over itself. “Yeah,” I breathe. “I guess I can.”
“If you want to stop, just say the word. We can change shit around. We don’t have to do anything more than kissing, maybe some fondling, then I can dry hump you naked as you cum in your pants.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Good.”
Cove leans in and kisses me again. She starts sweet—careful, curious, a question asked and answered all at once. The world falls away and I forget where we are. All that matters is the two of us.
She pulls back just a fraction and runs her fingers through my hair as she gazes into my eyes, and whispers, smiling.
“You blush so easily.”
“I do not,” I whisper back, even though I can feel the heat rushing through me.
“Oh, you do,” she teases, booping my nose with the tip of her finger. “And it’s adorable.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Not sure adorable is what I’m going for. Or what you or the people watching are wanting.”
“Well,” she says, her lips grazing against my neck, “it’s what you are and I for one like it.”
The next kiss is deeper, humming with warmth. My hands slip around her waist, fingers tracing the fabric of her skirt.
“It’s time to get you out of these clothes,” she practically hums.
“I can say the same for you.” I don’t know why or how I got so confident to say the words. But I want her. I’m craving her.
She moves quickly, crawling on top of me so that she’s straddling my lap.
"Someone's already excited.” She grinds her crotch against my stiff cock and I can’t help but groan.
Cove winks as she grasps the bottom of my shirt, pulling it upward. My arms lift as if she’s commanding them to do so herself as she removes it from me, dropping it in the seat beside us. Next, she goes to my pants, taking her time as she undoes them, never once letting her eyes leave mine.
She takes hold of my cock and my head falls back. It’s more than I ever imagined. Having her hands on me is breathtaking.
“I think I’m going to have a taste.” She sticks out her tongue, licking up the length of my face before sliding off my lap onto the floor, moving between my knees.
Cove peers up at me through her long lashes, before taking my shaft into her mouth. My cock twitching when she takes the entire length of it. She sucks my dick like she’s hungry for it.
I’m so worked up I know I’m not going to last long. From the buildup coming here, the excitement of how public this is, the sheer fear of being caught. But mostly because I’m finally with her and it’s just a fleeting moment. Because after this she’ll go back to being my onscreen obsession.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last.” I mumble as she sucks faster, her hand slipping down deeper into my pants to cup my balls.
She pops her mouth off my dick long enough to say, “That’s okay, Everest. We don’t have long up here anyway. Doesn’t mean there’s not more fun to come.” Her hot breath dances along my swollen head, before taking it back in her mouth and going to town.
It’s not much longer before I lose it, shooting my hot cum down her throat. She doesn’t miss a beat, swallowing every ounce of it down as if it’s her favorite wine.
She sits back on her haunches, wiping the corners of her mouth as she winks.
“Delicious,” she purrs.
My turn.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I pull her up into the seat beside me, and drop to the floor.
Taking hold of her hips, I pull her forward, then spread her legs open.
My tongue glides across my lower lip when I see she’s not wearing any panties.
Her pussy is bare, and on full display for me.
I look up to the camera and give a huge smile before my head dips between her thighs.
My tongue flicks across her clit, and she moans and writhes underneath my touch. Her fingers slip through my hair as she thrusts her pussy into my face.
“Everest, make me cum,” she moans.
She doesn’t have to ask, or beg. I’m here for it. The camera on me slips my mind as I lick the length of her seam as I start to finger her, curling my fingers so that when I pull out they press against her g-spot.
“Fuck me, your tongue’s a dangerous weapon,” she gasps.
It urges me on as I lap at her sweet cunt, until she reaches her own release. Her cum coats my face as she orgasms with my name on her lips. “Everestttttt!”
Hearing her call my name, in person, is fucking everything. It’s a sound I want to hear for the rest of my life and I can’t even believe I’m thinking that. I raise up, pressing my lips to hers, mixing the taste of both of us together as we kiss.
“Everest,” she murmurs, voice a little breathless, “you make everything feel… easy.”
“So do you,” I reply. “Like I’ve known you longer than I have. You even make having oral sex on a Ferris wheel feel normal.” I get back on the seat beside her, doing my pants up and pulling my shirt back on.
Her laughter warms my soul. We trade a few more slow kisses as the cart sways in the warm breeze. She pulls back just enough to look at me.
“Ready?” she asks, smiling like she holds the moon in her pocket.
“For any and everything. Especially if you’re by my side.” I mean every word I say.
She reaches up, fingers brushing against my jaw, and whispers, “I’m really glad you’re here with me.”
I swallow hard. “I am too.”
She lifts her fingers to her mouth and leans over the side of the railing of the gondola and lets out a piercing whistle. A few seconds later the wheel begins to move and she unhooks the GoPro from where she has it perched and gives the camera a kiss.
I will never—ever—look at a Ferris wheel the same way again.