His hands reached around to grip the back of my thigh. “Go ahead. Take what you need.”
I found a steady rhythm, rocking against the thick muscle. The rain hammered the roof, masking the quiet, wet sounds of my hips moving against him.
“Atta girl. Keep ridin’ me just like that.”
God, his drawl. I buried my face in his neck, fingers twisted in his shirt. The tension coiled tighter between my legs. I rocked faster, desperate, chasing the friction. My thighs started to shake.
“Brock, I’m getting close,” I gasped. “I’m right there?—”
Clunk. The gondola suddenly jerked hard. The machinery groaned, and we started descending again.
I gasped and tried to lift off his lap. “It’s moving—we have to stop.”
“Don’t stop.” His voice was rough, breathless. “You were so close. Finish for me. I wanna feel you tremble on my thigh.”
“But they’ll see?—”
“No one can see a damn thing.”
He hooked the plunging neck of my tight ribbed tank and yanked. The stretchy cotton dragged my bra down, breasts spilling into cool air. I arched my back with a sharp gasp as he leaned in, sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.
His tongue flicked fast over the tip, and that wet pull sent a hot jolt down between my legs. I ground down harder on his thigh, chasing the pressure.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“I love it.” I moaned. “Can’t get enough of it.”
The wet pull of his tongue on my nipple combined with the hard, steady rub of his thigh pushed me right over the edge.
I came hard. A loud, broken cry tore out of me. I buried my face in his neck to muffle it. My thighs clamped tight around his leg, shaking. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure ripped through me.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned, holding me tight against him. “Making a mess all over my thigh.”
I couldn’t speak. I just panted against his skin as the aftershocks rolled through me. My heart hammered against his chest.
He held me through it, one hand stroking slow and steady up and down my back.
After a long moment, I sucked in a shaky breath. “That was…” I trailed off, unable to find the words.
Rain streaked down the glass behind him, turning the neon lights into soft, blurry glows. His blue eyes were locked on my flushed face, dark and intense.
“I’ve never come like that before,” I said.
His eyes dropped to my mouth, voice rough. “You almost made me lose it too. Had me fighting not to come in my shorts.”
The Ferris wheel car kept descending, neon lights from the midway growing brighter and bleeding through the fogged glass. We were getting close to the ground.
I disentangled myself, smoothing my skirt and tugging my top back into place. Brock leaned his head back against the glass. His jaw was tight, and the thick outline of his cock strained hard against his shorts.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my face burning.
He let out a chuckle. “Don’t be. That was worth every goddamn second.”
He pulled the lace from his pocket and held them out between us, dangling from his fingers.
I bit my lip. “Keep them.”
He groaned. “Jesus, Sienna… you’re killing me. I’m gonna be walking out of here with a fucking bulge.”
