by CJ England
She was going to drive him insane.
A knock at the door startled him.
“Come in!”
The grinning face of one of the jugglers poked in the door. He bobbed his head in greeting. “Hey, boss.”
“Joe.” Milcham nodded back. “What can I do for you?”
Joe snickered. “Got this for you.” He handed Milcham an envelope. With another bob of his head, he was gone.
Milcham frowned, turning the note over in his hands. There was no name, just a blank envelope. Tearing it open, he took a deep breath as the scent of flowers tickled his nostrils.
It was Aithne’s perfume.
Carefully he pulled out the missive. There, in Aithne’s beautiful writing was a note…
My Dearest Milcham,
You have given me so much and expected so little. Now it is time for me to do something special for you. So put away your little scribbles, and come to me.
The rest of the evening is ours.
Meet me at the ‘Ferris Wheel’. You won’t be disappointed.
Aithne
PS… Don’t wear underwear.
Chapter Nine
Milcham knew he’d never moved so fast before. He got his books put away and his clothes changed in record time. Now he was standing in front of the ‘Ferris Wheel’…but Aithne was nowhere to be seen.
He glanced over at Jarrod who was the ride jock that night for the Wheel. He sat in the ride’s doghouse with a sly look on his face as he watched Milcham.
“Lookin’ for someone, Boss?”
“Aithne,” he answered, knowing good and well the big man knew exactly what was going on. “Know where she is?”
Jarrod chewed on a straw. “Might.”
“You want to tell me?”
The werewolf grinned. “Nope.” He nodded to behind Milcham. “Don’t need to.”
“I’m here, Milcham.”
Turning, he saw her. She was in the car that had just come to a stop. She smiled at him, and when Jarrod undid the safety bar, she patted the seat beside her, her sultry green eyes teasing. “Want to take a ride?”
“On the ‘Ferris Wheel’?”
Her dimples flashed. “For a start.”
Frowning, he climbed in beside her.
Jarrod snickered as he put the bar down. “Have fun, you two.” He glanced at Aithne. “You remember what I told you.”
She nodded and blushed. “Thank you.”
Stepping back, Jarrod saluted them both, and then turned back to restart the wheel.
“What was that about?” Milcham raised a blond eyebrow.
Aithne giggled. “You’ll see.”
Sitting back, Milcham put his arm around her. He loved the view of his carnival from the top of the wheel. This late at night, all you could see were the lights of the nearby rides. It gave the car a feeling of being completely alone in the world. He pulled Aithne closer and dropped a kiss on her upturned nose. “I haven’t done this in a long time.”
“Really?” Her voice was full of laughter, and when they passed by Jarrod on the ground, Milcham saw he was grinning like crazy. The wheel stopped to let off and take on passengers, but it was several times around before Milcham realized they were the only ones on their part of the wheel.
“What’s going on?” he questioned out loud, when the wheel went to full circling speed. “We’re only half full. Everyone’s on the other side from us.” When the lights dimmed, he frowned. “We lost the lights, too! What’s he doing?”
“I’d say he’s doing me a favor. You too.”
He turned back to her just in time to see her slip out from under the safety bar. “Aithne! What in God’s name are you doing?”
“Okay, folks,” she whispered nervously. “Don’t try this at home.” Quickly, she knelt between his legs and looked up at him with a shy smile. “So how ‘bout it mister? Wanna have some fun?”
He stared down at her, his cock going instantly hard. She couldn’t mean what he thought she did…could she? “I…” The sound was too hoarse so he cleared his throat and tried again. “I don’t know if I understand.”
She grinned and reaching up, gently undid his belt. “I think you do.”
His hand covered hers. He thought about their angry words of the night before. “Aithne. You don’t have to do this. I didn’t mean—”
“I know,” she interrupted as she carefully undid the top button of his jeans. “But you were right. I was letting my worry about relationships get in the way. I’m not going to any longer.”
He groaned when she stroked him gently before carefully unzipping his pants. “Still…all I was talking about was letting me kiss you.”
She giggled. “You can kiss me later. Right now, all I want is a taste of you.”
Milcham swore as the car went by the ground. Luckily, his ‘Ferris Wheel’ had a gondola car type of seat, so no one could really see what Aithne was doing. It was just the knowledge she was going to give him a blow job in public that made him completely aroused and achingly hard in seconds. When her hand pulled his already engorged cock from his jeans, he moaned.
Aithne smiled at the sound. Her cheeks were flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, but she didn’t stop. She wanted to touch him. To taste him. To prove to him she wasn’t ashamed of how they felt about each other. She was making this choice.
“You are so hard,” she whispered as she stroked his naked penis. “You feel like steel wrapped in silk.” She wrapped her hand around him and pumped gently. “Do you like this?”
“Assai, I like it too much.”
She laughed softly. “Never too much, Milcham.” She continued pumping, until a tiny bead of pre-cum appeared on the head. She bent and licked it off, causing him to groan even louder. “I do like your taste.”
Bending lower, she tugged his pants down slightly so she could get to his balls. They were tight and drawn up hard against his body, but she pulled them free and carefully rolled them in her hands.
“Christos!” Milcham exclaimed as he grabbed onto the side of the car. He closed his eyes, his face tight with pleasure.
“I think you’re ready,” Aithne murmured. Gently, she began to lick. Starting at his balls she licked slowly up the underside of his shaft until she got to the small ridge of flesh just below the base of the head. There, she rapidly flicked her tongue back and forth. She heard him swear and his hips thrust forward involuntarily.
Again, she started at the bottom and made her way up, but this time after the teasing flick of her tongue, she licked the weeping head, swirling her tongue into the slit where even more pre-cum oozed.
“Aithne,” Milcham gritted out, his voice tight with need. “Don’t tease me.”
She felt heady with the power she held over him at this moment. So often when they made love, he was in charge, but this time…she was, and she intended to savor the feeling. “Am I teasing?”
“You know you are!” He growled out the words.
“But Milcham,” she whispered, giving his cock a quick swipe with her tongue. “I haven’t even started yet.”
Without another word, she took him into her mouth. He tasted dark and hot and smoky and her panties went wet at his flavor. Refusing to hurry, she moved her mouth up and down his hard length, taking a little more of him in with each stroke.
Milcham’s eyes rolled back in his head. Her mouth was so warm, he almost exploded immediately. Each suck, each sweet flick of her tongue brought him closer to ecstasy. His hips began to move with her and he groaned again as she took him deep into her mouth.
Up and down she went, flicking her tongue at his head with each stroke. Heat shot though him with the strength of a firestorm and without thinking, he grabbed the back of her head to pull her closer.
She moaned, and the sound was like touching a match to already hot tinder. Her mouth moved quicker now and he found himself matching her rhythm as he thrust against her sweet mouth with his hips. His balls ached and he could feel the release startin
g low in his stomach. He groaned again.
“Assai,” he said through gritted teeth. “I am too close. Pull away, or it will be too late.”
She moaned again, her hand wrapping around his lower shaft and squeezing as she continued her sucking motions. When he tried to push her head away, she glared at him with hot emerald eyes.
His eyes glowed with his own golden fire. So she would take all of him? Without any further fight, he kept their gazes locked as he allowed her to finish him.
Her strokes grew harder as his hips plunged wildly against her. Her mouth pulled at him greedily and when he groaned out her name, she reached up and gently squeezed his balls.
Lights danced in his head as he exploded into her mouth. He held her head against him as he cried out and convulsed, unable to control himself. He felt her swallowing frantically, trying to take it all in, and those motions set off other tremors, making his release even stronger. He’d had blow jobs in the past, but nothing could prepare him for how this woman made him feel.
He shuddered against her, until he finally was able to let go of her head and she released him. The cool air touched his wet cock and he moaned at that erotic sensation. Leaning his head back, he sprawled over the seat, completely undone.
Aithne wiped her mouth on his pant leg, and then carefully put him back inside of his jeans. As sensitive as he was, he shuddered at her touch, so she decided to leave the zipping up to him. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin a good high, by getting some short and curlies caught in the zipper.
Slipping back under the safety bar, she cuddled next to him, stroking his still heaving chest. “Should I tell Jarrod to go again?” she murmured after several long moments.
Milcham chuckled and pulled her close. He framed her face in his hands, and kissed her deeply tasting himself on her. “Assai…that was…” He broke off and shook his head, searching for words. “Indescribable. Thank you.”
She giggled and nipped at his lower lip. “I hope I’ve shown you just how much you mean to me.”
He groaned again. “If you show me any more, I will die a happy man.”
“Don’t die yet,” she said mischievously. “The evening’s just beginning.”
He sat up and stared at her. “You mean there is more?”
She nodded and then pointed at his pants. “You better put that away. The lights are going on.”
Red touched his cheeks, as he gingerly zipped up his pants. “Was he watching us the whole time?”
Aithne grinned. “Jarrod? No. He was very careful to give us our privacy. No lights, no riders close to us. The guests won’t complain. They got a nice long ride out of it.”
“Now that it is over, I can’t believe you did it.”
She touched his cheek. “I wanted to, Milcham. I promise. I didn’t do anything I didn’t choose to do.”
He pulled her close and held her tightly against him. Her body was warm and she moved against him restlessly. “What about you?” he murmured. “I feel selfish.”
She kissed the side of his neck as the car came to a stop. “Don’t worry about me. I have something fun planned that we both will enjoy.”
Even though he’d just finished coming, his cock stirred at her words. But before he could answer, he was met by Jarrod’s amused face.
“Have a good ride there, boss?”
Milcham’s neck went red. Then he laughed and pounded his friend on the back. “It was the best ride I have ever had on that wheel,” he pronounced, ignoring the giggling Aithne. “You are a hell of a ride monkey.”
Jarrod gave a crooked grin. “My pleasure.” Then he chuckled slyly. “Or should I say…yours!”
“Jarrod!” Aithne huffed as she grabbed Milcham’s hand and pulled him away. “Enough…ride talk.”
The men both burst into laughter and she blushed prettily.
“Come on, Assai.” Milcham tried to control himself. “Lead on to your next enjoyable…activity.”
“Have fun, you two,” Jarrod called before he loaded up the next set of riders. He watched enviously as the two lovers disappeared into the crowd. It took a special type of woman to handle a were like him, and he’d yet to find her.
“Well…” Milcham demanded as he steered Aithne out of the way of a drunk carrying a huge stuffed elephant. “Where to now?”
“Where else,” she smiled up at him. “’The Tunnel of Love’.”
He pulled her closer to him. “You know that’s a special place. Full of nooks and crannies, where who knows what could happen.”
She smacked him smartly on the butt. “I’m counting on it.”
A few minutes later, they stood in front of the attraction. One of the two dark rides in the carnival, ‘The Tunnel of Love’ was a crowd favorite. When the ride jock saw who was standing there, he grinned and motioned them forward.
“Hey Boss…Aithne. Was expecting you.”
“Does everyone know what you’re up to?” Milcham murmured in her ear.
She giggled again. “No…just a few.”
Once they were seated and on their way, he pulled her close to him. The tunnel was set up with soft lights and dark passages so you had the feel of a slow gondola ride down the canals of Italy . Soft music played and the scent of roses filled the air. Italy was one of Milcham’s favorite places in the world, so when he’d designed ‘The Tunnel of Love’, he’d thought of that most special lover’s outing. “You know these rides all have cameras, right?”
She nodded. “Yes, which is why Alexander is in the control room tonight.” She waved at the overhead camera. “He’s the only one I’d trust to make sure they got turned off at the right times.”
“I thought he had a show tonight.”
Aithne shrugged. “He got someone else to do it.”
Milcham shook his head, incredulous she had made so many changes to his show. For a moment he couldn’t decide whether to be annoyed she’d done it, or impressed that she cared enough to go to all that work. What he was thinking must have showed on his face because she said worriedly, “I overstepped, didn’t I. I’m sorry. I was trying—”
He silenced her with a long deep kiss. He didn’t stop until she moaned and relaxed against him. “I’m not upset, Assai. It just shows me how important this night was to you. How can I be angry over that?”
“We did make sure everything was covered…I promise.”
He stroked the hair back from her face. “I’m not worried. Alexander knows almost as much as I do about running this place. With him in your corner…I know all will be well.”
She gave a sigh of relief. “Good. I just wanted tonight to be special.”
Putting his hand on her long skirt, he pulled it up so he could touch the smoothness of her calf. “So far…it has been most wonderful.” He inched his hand up her naked leg. “Are the cameras off?”
“They should be,” she said breathlessly.
”Good,” he smiled and caressed her lips with his own. “Now, I can return the favor.” His hand moved up her leg and over her quivering thigh. “I am going to touch you. I’m going to make you explode like you made me.”
Her eyes fluttered shut as his hand stroked across the crotch of her panties. “Assai,” he groaned. “You are already wet for me.” His thumb rubbed gently against her clit and her hips shifted involuntarily. “I love the way you respond to me. So hot and wild.”
“Milcham,” she gasped, her body already on fire. If she wasn’t careful, she would toss her plan out the window and just let him do what he wanted. But she’d thought long and hard about this. She had to be strong.
Reaching down, she grabbed his wrist. “Wait!”
He froze and his amber eyes locked on hers. “What? Why?”
Gently, she pushed his hand away and kissed him. “Because,” she murmured. “I have something else in mind.”
He sat back and watched as she pulled a small box from her pocket. Leaving her skirt bunched up around her thighs, she handed it him with a smile. His cock twitched at t
he sexy picture she made, sitting there.
“What is this?”
“Open it and see.”
Curiosity filled him as he popped open the lid. A small silver cylinder about two inches long lay next to a tiny remote control. His breathing quickened and he looked up at Aithne. “What is it?”
“It’s called a Silver Bullet.” She licked her lips seductively, looking remarkably like a sleek, sexy cat. “Can you think what to do with it?”
His twitching cock went to full arousal in an instant. He swallowed…hard. “I…I can guess.”
She turned slightly in the seat and put her foot up on the front of the boat. Her skirt fell back, exposing her thong panties to his lustful eyes. “Let’s see if your guess is correct.”
His heart racing, he picked up the small vibrator and leaned over her. Gently, he rubbed it against the crotch of her panties. She gasped, but when he used his finger to move aside the fabric, her eyes dilated and she moaned.
He had to fight not to take her right then and there, but he knew the ride would soon be over. He didn’t have time to do anything…yet. Instead, he eased the silver bullet behind the fabric, letting it rest between her panties and her soft wet folds.
“Let’s see how this works,” he said hoarsely. Taking the remote from the box, he flicked the on switch.
Aithne jerked and her mouth fell open slightly. Her eyes closed as she fought for control. “Oh God,” she whimpered. “It feels so good.”
He moved closer to her and stroked her leg. “You sound surprised.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I…never used this before.” She smiled, so innocently seductive he fought again for control. “Never had anyone I trusted enough to…give that control to. Just heard about it…from customers.”
Milcham’s throat tightened. Her trust was worth a thousand lifetimes of pain and loneliness. He bent and kissed her before he lost total control of himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the end approaching, so he pulled Aithne’s leg off the front and draped her skirt back over her legs. She moaned into his mouth as the movement brought the bullet closer to her clit.