That husky voice whispering that sexy sentence makes my gut twist with need. I have never felt something so intense. I want her so badly I ache. We know next to nothing about each other, yet I feel as if she knows me in a way no one else ever has. And I think maybe I know her in the same way.
“To touch you. I can’t think of anything else,” I whisper, my brow against hers, my fingers slipping beneath the jagged hem of her shorts.
“Neither can I,” she pants, licking at my mouth before she kisses me again, stealing my breath and maybe all the rest of me too.
With trembling hands, I yank at the button on her shorts. Propping her legs over my lap, she kisses me harder, telling me not to stop. Telling me to touch her. Begging me to. I slip my hands inside her shorts, finding a tiny scrap of satin covering her wet sex. We both moan as I pull her panties aside, my fingers brushing at her swollen clit.
As her eyes stare up at me, her raspy voice panting my name, the entire world stops. We’re at the of it—quite literally—when a clang of metal grinds the Ferris wheel to a stop. Any other time we both might be terrified. Not now. Not as we sit at the very top, my hand stuffed in her tiny shorts.
For all we care we could be stuck here together for good.
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 smellssogood 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. Webothmoan 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, becauseheis 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.
