by Vivian Ward
Marriage is something that I don’t take lightly, and I’m not one hundred percent sure that Trent is the one. How am I supposed to know? How does anyone ever know? There are over seven billion people on earth. How is anyone sure they’ve met the right person?
Once we are at the carnival, he walks over and opens my door. It’s so Trent-like. Smiling, I get out of his convertible and pull my shorts down, hoping they’ll grow a few inches because I realize they’re a bit shorter than I thought they were but it’s too late to do anything about it.
Without any warning, he reaches down, grabs me by the waist and scoops me up like a toddler. I squeal with laughter and delight, but I’m also terrified that he might drop me.
“Put me down!” I exclaim as my legs and arms flail about. “You’re going to drop me!”
“Are you kidding me?” he laughs. Gently, he puts me on the ground, my feet firmly touching the earth, and backs me into a tree. “Have you not seen the size of these guns?” he bulges his bicep and points at it. “I’d never drop you, especially not a tiny little thing like yourself.”
“Oh, please,” I roll my eyes. “There’s nothing tiny about me. Don’t you see these thick thighs? This big booty? There’s nothing little about me.”
His knee pushes my thighs apart as he places his hands on each side of my head and leans into me. Suddenly, I can feel his erection against my belly, and I can’t move because there’s nowhere for me to go. I’m backed against a tree with him towering over me.
“I know one thing that’s little,” his hand reaches down and cups my lady parts. “And tight.”
I swallow. Hard. God he’s making me wet. I want to grab his cock with my hand and begin stroking it, but there are people walking all around. With the way we are standing, it’s unlikely they can see where his hand is, but I’m too shy to reach out and return the gesture to him.
Slowly, his hand moves ever so slightly, and his finger dips between my thighs and his fingers slip inside my panties.
Oh, please don’t go there. You’ll feel how wet you’re making me.
I bite my lip because I know it’s coming. His finger begins massaging my clit.
“My,” his warm breath tickles my neck, “I see someone’s wet. Let me know when the heat gets too hot.”
I gulp. He navigates his hand so that his palm is pressed firmly against my clitoris and slips his finger past my entrance. Pushing his way inside of me, his tongue flicks my ear before he sinks his teeth into my neck.
It might be 88 degrees outside, but it doesn’t stop the goosebumps from prickling on my skin or the shivers that run down my spine.
I’m dying inside. I want him. All of him. His hips grind into me, pressing his erection snug against my belly. For all that is holy! He’s fucking hard.
A second finger slips inside of me, making his fingers stretch me.
“My god,” he whispers in my ear, “you’re so fucking tight.”
Inhaling his scent, my nipples harden as I think about how I’d love for him to suck on them. Bite them.
“I want you,” I whisper back, grabbing his thick cock in my hand and give it a squeeze. At this point, as wet as I am, I don’t care who is standing nearby or what people might say.
“How bad?” his free hand reaches for my nipple and pinches it. “Because I could do some bad things to you.”
“Please,” I beg. “Let’s go.”
He stops planting kisses along the temple of my forehead and looks me in the eyes.
Did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Oh no….what did I do?
“I’ve got a better idea,” a twinkle glimmers in his fierce blue eyes. “Follow me.”
He grabs my hand, and before I can say another word, I follow him to the top of this big, steep hill. We have the perfect view of the carnival from up here. I look down, and I can see the ferris wheel, the swings, and I can see children lined up in long lines as they patiently wait their turn to ride next.
But I have a ride of my own.
His hands scoop me up around my waist, and he spins me around. A squeal escapes my lips, and at the exact same moment, I can hear a child squealing as the ferris wheel turns faster and faster.
Lying me on the grass, he climbs on top of me. I hear a faint hint of carnival music in the background, but all of my attention is focused on him. His perfect features.
Slowly, he begins unbuttoning my blouse as he stares deep into my eyes. All I can see is pure want and desire staring back at me. But as much fun as he’s having, I need this. I need to be needed. I need to feel wanted. I need…him. I need him to need me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tease him by bucking my hips. A devilish grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. Seductively, he leans down and tastes the salt of my skin where my neck dimples at my collar bone. I throw my head back, offering myself to him completely and totally.
I look back down and watch as his tongue traces down the V between my heaving breasts as I watch in anticipation. It wasn’t even two minutes ago that his hands were busy undoing the buttons and now his mouth is there. He grabs me and pulls me on top of his lap so that I’m sitting on top of him. Our faces a mere inch apart.
Kisses are planted at the top of my breasts as he reaches back to unclasp my bra. The instant that my breasts feel the warm sun followed by the cool breeze, his takes my nipples into his mouth and sucks them. Hard.
The carnival music is still playing in the background, and I can smell sweet cotton candy and popcorn, but none of it is as sweet as this. Reaching down between my legs, I unzip his zipper and push his boxers to the side, exposing him.
Slowly, I begin stroking him as I take him into my hand. At first, it’s long, slow strokes but as he continues sucking on my nipples, he clenches them between his teeth and allows his tongue to roll over them. I don’t know how much more of this I can handle.
If he’s going to turn up the heat, then so am I.
My long, slow strokes on his shaft become short, fast pumps. Pumping his huge cock in my tiny fist is more than he can handle. He releases my breast from his mouth, and the cool breeze causes my nipple to turn to pebble while his hands aggressively unfasten my shorts.
Sliding them off of me, I lean back and am flat on the grass; the warm sun shining down on my nude body for all of him to see. Licking his lips, he surprises me when he doesn’t climb on top of me but darts his head between my legs.
It feels like someone has sucked all of the air out of my lungs when I feel his tongue lash out against my clit.
Fuck. I’m wet.
So fucking wet.
He can feel it too. He stops for a moment to look up at me, and I can see my juices glistening on his chin that’s being bathed in the warm sunlight. His hand reaches up for the breast that he was just suckling and begins rolling my nipple between his fingers as he dives back down between my legs.
I wonder if my pussy is as swollen as my lips from kissing him?
My back arches as his tongue continues to lap up my sweet nectar and I can’t help but notice a bird flying overhead. I close my eyes as I feel myself beginning to climax, but the warm sun refuses to let me see darkness. Tiny spots appear behind my lids as my thighs clamp shut and I cum all over his face.
Climbing my body as if it were a ladder, I felt his firm bulge slide up my body. I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and neck and kissed him, tasting my delicious juices. I couldn’t wait another moment for him to enter me.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you so much now.”
“Yeah? You sure? Say it again.”
“I need you. I need you, Trent. Now.”
Kneeling between my legs, he sits up and reaches into his pants pocket. Using his teeth, he rips off the foil packet and rolls a condom over his length. With his hand firmly gripping his dick by the base, he asks one last time, “Are you sure? You really want this?”
“Oh, my God, Trent. Please, give it to me,” I hiss in his ear.
Slo
wly, he pushes himself inside me. I can feel his length consuming me, stretching me, and expanding me. It’s been so long. So very long.
I open my thighs wider, allowing him to fully penetrate me, and he does. He feels so good inside me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer to me as he continues penetrating me. At a steady pace, he glides himself in and out of me, taking his time. Not too fast, not too slow.
The tension is continuously building, and I just know that when I cum, it’s going to be amazing. The warm sun is bathing our bodies while the cool breeze carries away the heat.
“Deeper,” I whisper into his ear. “And harder.”
“Anything for you,” he says back.
Thrusting into me, he picks up his pace and goes deeper, harder and faster. The excitement within me is building and climbing. I’m not going to last much longer.
I look at his biceps at each side of my head and notice that his muscles are bulging and his arms are shaky. Just as I look at his face, I can feel his back beginning to tighten. He’s close. So close. Just like me.
Wrapping my legs around him tighter, I start bucking my hips, matching his rhythm. In a tangled, sweaty, heaping mess, our breathing is ragged, but neither of us is giving up.
“Come on, baby. Cum for me. And I’ll cum with you,” I bite his earlobe as I hiss my final words.
My back hits the ground, and his thrusts become more powerful than ever. I look down between my thighs and can see him sliding in and out of me, stroking his cock with my pussy. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in…forever. Tightening my legs back around him, I command him to fuck me harder.
Without missing a beat, he rams into me and within minutes, our excitement is shared as we find our release together.
Panting and out of breath, he collapses on top of me until we can breathe again.
“Do you see what you do to me, woman? Damn,” he says, removing his undershirt. “Here, clean up with this.”
Smiling, I wipe myself off as he tosses the condom into a garbage pale that’s about ten feet away before he makes his way back over to me. “Thanks,” I hand it back to him to wipe his excess sperm off of himself. “You do the same to me, you know?”
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“Come on, Joline. There’s nothing to be scared of,” he pats the seat beside him.
I’ve always been terrified of heights. And going fast.
Okay, fine. I’m terrified of rides.
They’re scary as hell, and I’m always afraid I’ll die. The cart—my cart—will fly off while I’m on the ride and throw me into my death. The soles of my feet and palms of my hands are sweaty, and my heart is racing a mile a minute. It’s a wonder how he even managed to talk me into standing in line to ride the damned ferris wheel.
“C’mon, lady. Ain’t got all day,” the carnival worker says to me.
“Joline. I would never let anything bad happen to you. I’ll keep you safe,” he interlaces his fingers, pleading with me.
I look at him then glance at the man running the ride, unsure of what to do. I know the fear in my mind is irrational. How many thousands, probably millions, of people, ride these things a year? And how many die?
“Shit or get off the pot,” the man scowls at me.
Taken aback by his choice of words, I huff and march past him.
I’ll show him who’s boss around here.
I sit in the seat beside Trent and slam the bar closed across our laps.
I ain’t afraid of you or anybody.
I want to stick my tongue out at him, but it seems kind of immature. He presses the button and sends us up two spaces before the cart stops. I grab onto the bar with all my might as I stare at the ground below us.
Shit! We’re up in the air now. There’s no going back. Shit. Shit. Shit! What did I get myself into?
My breathing is shallow, and I’m scared to death. I imagine that the cart I’m sitting in will rock itself off the hinges, splatting the people on the ground below us.
“It’s okay, Joline. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen,” he reaches over and takes my hand in his. “You’re safe with me.”
“I’m safe with you?” I ask, nodding toward the ground. “What are you going to do if we fall?”
He laughs. “We’re not going to fall.”
The ride takes off and goes up a few more carts, we’re nearing the top, and I feel like I’m going to puke. Closing my eyes, I start silently praying.
Please don’t stop at the top. Please don’t let us get stuck at the top. Please don’t….
I open my eyes when it stops, and we’re at the very top. The cart gently rocks back and forth, making me fear that it’ll tip all the way over and I’ll fall out. My feet are so sweaty that I feel electrical tingles shooting through them. My breathing is becoming more labored, and I feel like I’m suffocating.
When I realize that I’m having a panic attack, Trent offers me a warm embrace as he wraps his arm around me and holds me snug against him.
“It’s all right,” he whispers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you were this afraid.”
“I just want to get off,” I plead.
“It’ll be over before you know it. Just a couple of rounds.”
The ferris wheel starts moving again, and I can feel my stomach tighten as bile rises in my throat. Something happens on the third round. Trent takes my hand in his, and a sudden calmness comes over me. For the first time, I’m at peace. The ferris wheel isn’t so scary, and I begin to relax.
Next thing I know, I’m laughing and giggling. The panicked sensation in my stomach is replaced by tickling butterflies, and it’s so fun.
Glancing over at Trent, I can’t help but smile at him.
“This is great! It’s so much fun!” I laugh, feeling my stomach drop as the ferris wheel turns for another spin.
The perfect ending to a perfect night is when he walks me up to the front door. Not because he has to, but because he wants to. And because I need help carrying a giant stuffed bear that he won for me by playing an impossible game of darts.
Chapter 8
Present
The sun is spilling into the room, demanding my attention to wake up.
I’ve never been an early riser. Ever since I was a little girl, I have loved to stay up all night and sleep late in the morning. Today is definitely one of those mornings. I feel like hell.
My head is pounding, and my breath is atrocious. It tastes like booze and maybe like a little something died in my mouth. Whatever it is, it smells and tastes awful. Probably the worst morning breath I’ve had in a long time.
My eyes flutter open and scan the wall as I lie flat on my stomach. The wall doesn’t look familiar. I have never seen this striped wallpaper in my life.
My heart begins thumping in my ears so loudly that it deafens out any noise that I might have heard when I first woke up.
Where am I? How did I get here? And how many damned drinks did I have last night?
Grabbing my forehead, which feels like it’s going to split in half, I carefully sit up in the bed. Looking down, I see that I’m not wearing the gown that I had on last night.
I’m wearing a man’s shirt!
I see a patch of brown hair beside me and smile. How sweet of him to take care of me in my drunken state last night. He was probably a perfect gentleman, carrying me up to the room and changing me so I’d sleep more comfortably.
He’s so cute when he’s sleeping.
Still smiling, I begin rubbing his back and after a moment, he rolls over and faces me.
Shit! Oh, shit! No, no, no!
It’s Zack!
My heart drops when I think of what I must have done last night.
Everything starts coming back to me in a blur as I begin piecing everything together. I remember him being at the wedding, I remember seeing him at the reception, and I vaguely remember dancing with him.
What else happened? Come on! Think! What did Slutty Joline do last night?
I turn the palms of my hands toward my face and begin rubbing my eyeballs as my fingers massage my temples in hopes to get rid of my headache. Picking my brain, I try to focus on Trent. Where was he? What was he doing? Did he see me leave with his brother? Does he know that I left with him and that we probably fucked all night?
Shit. I’d slap Slutty Joline right in the face if only my head didn’t already hurt so bad.
A hazy vision starts to fill my memory of me dancing with Zack and Trent being mad about me dancing with his brother. Thinking harder, I remember Trent telling me he was going to get his keys…and then I left with Zack through the back door. What did we do next?
Stirring in the white sheets, a sleepy, groggy Zack awakens and smiles at me. His teeth are just as perfect as his brothers, and his flawless skin and messy hair look so gorgeous in contrast to the bed linens.
“Morning, beautiful,” he drapes his arm around my waist.
Pulling the sheets snug around me, I try to cover myself as best I can.
“Morning.”
Do I dare ask him what we did last night? Do I admit that I had too much to drink and that I don’t remember a damned thing?
I’ve never drunk so much that I passed out. Honestly, I didn’t think I had so much to drink that I would pass out.
I must have been overwhelmed by everything that was happening. My brain must have finally had a melting point where it just had to shut down.
“Want some breakfast?” He asks, walking across the room to the large executive desk in his boxers. I’m not sure how to answer him. I don’t know that I can after seeing his magnificent ass. He’s got to work out. Picking up the phone, he nods and holds the receiver toward me. “Breakfast? Last call.”
“No,” I shake my head. “I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Suit yourself,” he shrugs and orders enough food to feed three people.
After hanging up, he makes a beeline for the bathroom and turns on steaming hot water. Small clouds of steam are rolling out of the bathroom as he takes a shower. I remain frozen in bed, unable to speak until I hear room service pounding on the door.