Page 13 of Carnival Obsession

“What the hell are you doing?” she hisses, glancing around nervously.

Ignoring her, I keep my eyes locked on her face as my fingers tease her wetness, sliding through her silky folds. I rub her clit with my thumb, enjoying the way her eyes flutter closed and her breath hitches. She’s so damn responsive.

“Mmm, princess, you’re so wet for me already,” I growl, my voice low. “Your body knows what it wants. Let’s give these fine folks a show.”

Her breath quickens as I add a second finger, thrusting slowly. Alice bites her lip to stifle a moan, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hands grip the tablecloth, knuckles white as she keeps her composure.

“That’s it, princess. Take what you need. I want to hear you fall apart for me.”

As I twist my fingers, searching for that sweet spot, Alice whimpers, her thighs tensing around my hand. Her eyes squeeze shut, the muscles in her neck taut as she struggles to maintain her silence.

“That’s it,” I encourage, nipping at her earlobe. “Let go, Alice. Let me feel you come around my fingers.”

My commands push her over the edge. Alice’s entire body tenses as her walls clench around my fingers. She bites down on her lip to muffle her cry, but it escapes anyway—a soft, keening wail that turns heads in the restaurant. I smile against her ear, proud to have unlocked such a raw response from her.

As her breath evens out, I slowly withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean. “Delicious,” I murmur, my eyes fixed on hers. “But we’re not done, princess.”

Alice’s cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from her passionate cries. Hesitantly, she meets my gaze, her eyes flashing with embarrassment and desire. “Should we go somewhere more private?” She asks.

A shiver courses through me at her shy request. This bold, feisty woman wants more. My cock throbs at the thought of taking her to the edge again, but we’re not done with dinner yet. “Patience, princess,” I tease, squeezing her thigh reassuringly. “The night is still young.”

I stand and settle back into my seat opposite, our eyes locking. The rest of the meal is a tantalizing dance of stolen touches and suggestive glances.

Alice’s feigned nonchalance belies the desire simmering beneath the surface. Each touch and whispered word fuels the growing tension between us. By the time we leave, I can almost taste her anticipation, and I’ve got no doubt that our night is far from over.

10

ALICE

We step out of the restaurant into the dimly lit parking lot. My heart flutters with anticipation as I imagine what Lars might have planned for us. But instead of passing me the helmet, he pushes me against the cool metal of his motorcycle, his eyes dark with desire.

He leans close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “I want you, princess. Right here. Right now.”

My breath hitches as I feel the hardness of his body pressing against mine. His hands find their way under my skirt, sliding up my thighs. I let out a soft moan as his fingers find my core, already wet and ready for him. After all, he made me fucking come while at the dinner table.

With a swift motion, he spins me around and bends me over the seat of his motorcycle. The cool leather against my skin sends a shiver through my body. He lifts my skirt, exposing my pussy to the night air because I’m not wearing any panties.

Then, without warning, his mouth is on me, his tongue swirling and teasing until I moan.

Lars’s tongue teases me, swirling and flicking with expert precision. My hands grip the handlebars tightly as I bite my lip to stifle my moans. The sensation is overwhelming, made even more intense by the knowledge that we’re out in the open. Anyone could walk by and see us, but the thought only adds to my arousal.

His fingers join in, thrusting inside me in perfect rhythm with his tongue. I can feel my climax building, my body trembling with anticipation. I’m so close, and he knows it. He looks up at me, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

“You like this, don’t you, princess?” He teases. “Being pleasured by me out here in the open, knowing someone could catch us any moment.”

I whimper in response, unable to form coherent words. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. And then, with a few more skilled flicks of his tongue, he pushes me over the edge.

My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and trembling. I clutch at the seat, my nails digging into his leather as I ride out the intense waves of pleasure. Finally, I slump forward, trying to catch my breath.

Lars steps back and yanks me with him, forcing me to my feet. He spins me around his, eyes glittering with a mixture of lust and something darker. I watch him reach for the zipper of his pants, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the anticipation. My eyes are drawn to the bulge, and I feel a rush of wetness between my legs.

With a swift motion, he undoes the zipper and reaches inside, pulling out his cock. It’s thick and long, but that’s not what makes me gasp. It’s the piercing—a metal ring inserted just below the tip, glinting under the fluorescent lights of the parking lot.

“Do you like it, princess?” he asks, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “The piercing will be especially pleasing for you when I’m balls deep in your cunt.”

I swallow, not quite sure what to say. The sight of his pierced cock is so fucking hot. I’ve never seen anything like it, and the thought of feeling that cold metal inside me sends a jolt of excitement through my body.

“It’s—it’s beautiful,” I manage to stammer.

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