“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,needingit.
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.
