Page 9 of The Last Thing
I lean back against the seat and look out over the carnival and the small piece of the city I can see from here.
Deck’s warm hand comes to rest on my thigh, and it’s impossible to ignore the way that warmth spreads all over my body.
Then his hand moves up, slipping under my flowy tank and skimming the waistband of my shorts.
“You want a little adventure?”
My exhale is shaky with excitement, though I try to hide it.
“What did you have in mind?”
He kisses the side of my neck and undoes the button of my shorts, gliding his hand inside them.
“Let’s see if you can come before the ride’s over.”
A little whimper slips out of me as he brushes his fingers over my clit.
“But you have to be quiet. Can you be quiet for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, but it’s not in response to his question but to him slipping two fingers inside me as he works my clit with his thumb.
Wrapping my arm around his bicep, I bury my face in his shoulder.
“You have no idea all the things I’m going to do to you tonight. All the ways I’m going to make you come.”
His voice is gruff and rumbly in my ear, and it takes everything in me to keep from crying out.
My labored breathing tells him how much I’m enjoying it though.
“Right there,” I gasp when his fingers hit the right spot inside me.
The Ferris wheel moves forward slightly.
“Time’s running out. Are you going to come for me? I want to feel your sweet little pussy clench my fingers.”
“Fuck,” I whimper.
My head lolls back as I cry out, my orgasm bursting through me in hard waves.
And then, perfectly timed, fireworks go off from somewhere behind us and the Ferris wheel starts moving again.
Deck pulls his hand out of my shorts, thenlicks his fingers.
He groans and looks at me, his voice low and rough. “I can’t wait to taste even more of you.”
And that’s it.
I’m done for.
Completely screwed.
Because this devil of a man wants to let my wild side out, and I amsoready to play.
“Just like that.Hollow those cheeks. I want to see you swallow my cock.”
His words send another burst of heat straight to my core.
He’s holding my hair with both hands as he controls the movement of my head.
