It’s quiet. I guess the man working was right when he said no one was coming here today.
Tag isn’t bothering to stop and read about the history as we pass. By the time we make it to the walkways over the roadway below, my breathing is labored.
“Okay, not all of us are training with the hockey team every day, Tag,” I tell him.
Plexiglass lets us see everything below us. Lights flash up from cars and buses passing on the road.
“Does being this high bother you?” Tag asks, walkingtowards the middle of the walkway. “It seems weird that we can see straight down.”
“I don’t like heights, but this doesn’t bother me.”
“Really?” Tag glances at me before coming over to take my hand. “I was wondering why you agreed to this.”
It’s quiet up here with no one else with us. The lights of the city flicker through the low clouds.
Walking towards the middle of the bridge, I rest my hands on the railing in front of the glass windows. “This bridge has been here for so long, that it feels unmovable. Like when I’m up here, nothing is going to happen to me.”
“Really?” Tag moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I sink back into his touch, reveling in his warmth, nodding. “I feel safe with all the metal. I know it seems counterintuitive, but it’s like it’s holding me up.”
Tag sweeps my hair to the side and presses a kiss to my neck. Heat snakes through me at the soft touch.
“You’re pretty incredible, you know that?”
“Not really.”
“Yes, you are.” His voice is firm. Strong hands drift low on my waist, untucking the blouse. “Let me show you just how incredible you are.”
Tag’s hand pushes into my pants. The callouses on his hands cause goose pimples to erupt all over my skin.
“Tag, we can’t.” It’s not much of a protest. In fact, I push back into him, urging him on.
“Why not? There’s no one here but us.” His hand dips lower, finding the hem of my panties and brushing past them. “Let go, Liv. You’re safe with me.”
Grasping onto his forearm, I push his hand down farther. “Do it.”
“That’s it, baby.”
Tag sinks one finger inside me, and it takes everything I have not to come immediately.
I wrap the side of my coat around my front to hide what we’re doing.
“Do you think all those people on the boats down there can see what we’re doing?” Tag’s voice is a whisper. “See that I’m going to make you come on my hand while we’re standing here and they’re gazing around at all the sights?”
“Make me come,” I beg.
Pressure builds as I sink my nails into Tag’s forearm, urging him on. Wanting him to go deeper.
“I love how needy you are for me. That you didn’t even question as I finger this sweet little pussy of yours.”
I tip my head back onto his shoulder as his breath ghosts across my cheek. “So needy. So needy for you, Tag.”
“Are you imagining it’s my cock? That I’m bending you over and fucking you from behind?”
“Gah! I want that.”
“How badly?” Tag nips at my ear. “Because if you don’t come for me like the good little girl I know you are, you won’t get my cock.”
