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.
Chapter Fourteen
COVE
I tuckthe GoPro back into my purse, and lean into the corner of the gondola with Everest’s warmth still clinging to my skin. My thighs are sticky. My lipstick’s gone. My pulse is doing laps around my chest like it doesn’t know the scene’s over.
Except—was it a scene?
I glance at Everest. He’s redressed, flushed, and quiet in that way that doesn’t feel awkward so much as anxious.Like he doesn’t want to break whatever spell we’re in.
Same, baby.
The gondola sways as the ride starts moving again, jolting us down in slow circles. He smiles at me like I hung the stars. Like I didn’t just go down on him on a carnival ride while filming it for a hundred thousand strangers.
When we reach the ground, he helps me out like a gentleman—hand on the small of my back, thumb grazing my spine like he’s still trying to memorize me.
God, this man could be dangerous.
The carnie doesn’t even look at us as we pass, which makes me want to laugh. Or cry. Or kiss Everest again right here and now just to see if the world will keep spinning.
Instead, I nudge him with my shoulder and say, “Well, that was subtle.”
He laughs and for once, I’m not performing. I’m just...here.With him. Cotton candy in one hand, Ferris wheel sex in the rearview, and a stupid giddy ache blooming in my chest.
“Now what?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to shake off the high.
I grin. “Now, we live dangerously.”
