Overlooked

by Lulu Pratt

  Steel’s other hand presses between my shoulder blades, and brings my body tight against his. He kisses my harder, and a moan escapes my throat. All trace of cold is gone from me. My body is pure, bubbling lava right now.

  And all he’s done is kiss me.

  He breaks the kiss but keeps his face near mine, his eyes inches from my own.

  “I ain’t lying when I said that.”

  My eyes smile. I want to believe him. To believe this smooth-talking, charismatic man, but Courtney’s voice screams not to. No matter what happens tonight, I can’t let go of Courtney’s voice. I have to recognize this for what it is, a bit of meaningless fun. Otherwise I’m just an idiot.

  “Do you believe me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Now you’re the one who’s lying.”

  “I’m not. I believe you.”

  “You can’t lie to a carny, I’m a pro.”

  “Okay,” I pause and take a deep breath, “I want to believe you.”

  “I’ll take that.”

  Before I can say anything else, his lips are back on mine. My God, this guy knows how to kiss. In hindsight, Connor was like kissing a fish. I could kiss Steel all night long.

  His lips are soft, but somehow he’s in complete control of me. My lips and tongue are merely reacting to his.

  We continue on kissing, and Steel’s hand grazes my skin as it travels from my back and through the curve of my waist. It comes to a rest on my hip bone, and a shudder runs through me. He pulls his lips away.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  “I can’t believe I’m letting someone with a neck tattoo kiss me.” I can’t believe I just said that.

  “Do you like me kissing you?”

  A massive smile spreads across my face. “You could say that.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “There’s no problem,” I say, leaning forward and trying to coax his soft lips back to mine.

  He moves his head away and says, “I’m worried you’re cold.”

  “Trust me, cold is the last thing I am right now.”

  “Yeah but we should go someplace warmer. ‘Cause I want to rip this dress right off you, and if I do it here, you really will freeze.”

  “Okay,” I say with a coy smile.

  I really am going to do this. And not because I want to prove something to my parents anymore. Because I want to. More than I’ve ever wanted anything else.

  “Wait here.”

  “Where else could I go?” I say, laughing.

  Steel gives me a broad smile, then jumps out of the car. My heart stops for a moment and I hurry to look over the side. He’s grabbed onto part of the wheel just below us, and is making his way to the bottom.

  It’s insane, he should have a safety harness or something on. Before long, the wheel is turning and my car reaches the bottom. Steel opens the door and grabs the fleece off my lap.

  When I stand, he holds out his hand. I place my cold hand in his warm one and step off the ride. My heart sinks when he lets go of it, but he wraps the fleece over my shoulders, then takes my hand again. It feels right in his, even if it is only for one night.

  “We’ll go to my bunk.”

  I hesitate and say, “Is that where the others are partying?”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll get you there without those goofs seeing.”

  We move between and behind several trailers so big they have to be towed by big-rigs. The noise of the other carnies gets louder and louder with each step. If my hand wasn’t in Steel’s hand, I’d be turning and running in the other direction. But I trust him.

  “You do that every night?”

  “What? Party? Hell ya. Like I said, it’s one of the perks of the job.”

  “That doesn’t get too much after so many months?”

  “Hasn’t yet.”

  We stop at the short end of a big white trailer.

  “Wait here,” he says, poking his head around the corner, “I’m going to unlock my door.”

  Steel leaves my side, and I feel exposed without him. To what exactly, I don’t know. I just feel so out of place here, surrounded by the living quarters of carnies.

  He reappears in seconds, with his same movie star smile. My chest flutters like I swallowed a million butterflies. I can’t believe someone so gorgeous is taking me to his room.

  Laying his arm tight around my waist, he starts to bundle me toward his door.

  But since I really am doing this, I have to tell him. I can’t not. I mean, he’ll be able to tell, right?

  “Steel, I have to tell you something.” He urges me up the aluminum steps of the bunkhouse.

  “What?” he hisses, turning his head from left to right as we hurry along the narrow aluminum walkway in front of several doors.

  We reach his door and in lightning speed, he opens it, shoves me through it, follows me and locks it shut it behind us.

  I swallow and say, “I’ve never done this before.”

  Holy Diver (Steel)

  What’s that supposed to mean? She’s never hooked up with a stranger? Or… fuck.

  “You mean you’ve never had sex?”

  Emily bites her lip and shakes her head. My hand involuntarily goes to my hair and scratches it. No, no. This isn’t what I wanted.

  I mean, it’s not like I haven’t fucked shitloads of virgins over the years, but not Emily. She’s different. I’ve never actually sat and talked with anyone like that before. Everyone always bores me after the first sentence.

  I can’t be her first. It should be special for her, not with someone like me.

  She looks scared or awkward or something, and I feel bad for letting her stand there like that. I press my body against hers and draw her against me. She wraps her arms around me, and I can feel the length of them trembling.

  Fuck, I’d planned to nail her up against the wall with her long legs wrapped around my waist.

  “I thought you’d had a boyfriend.”

  “I did, but it was in high school. This is a small town, you don’t sleep with anybody unless you want everyone and your grandma to know.” Her face is buried against me, she can’t even look me in the eye when she talks. I give her a reassuring squeeze.

  “And you’re sure you want to be here now?” Please fucking say yes, I need to taste her.

  “That’s why I’m here,” she says, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. “I may not have gone all the way, but it’s not like I’ve never given a blow job.”

  “Did the whole town know that?”

  “Maybe, I don’t know. Connor used to say I was really good at it. He probably bragged to all his friends.”

  Hearing her talk about blow jobs makes my dick rock hard. I dig it into her, and she gasps. Can she handle the sight of the monster cock in my pants?

  I slide my hand up her back until I have a fist full of her hair. Pulling it out of my way, I kiss the sweet spot of her neck. Emily’s shoulders hunch for a second, but I keep kissing her neck. Near the base of it, up the side to her earlobe and around the back.

  She can’t move her head, because I’m holding it in place by her hair. Her breathing is getting heavier. I love the soft flesh of a woman’s neck. It gets them good and ready for when I move down. Hell, sometimes I don’t even have to move anywhere before they’re screaming my name.

  Emily gasps. Her breathing’s going crazy but she’s shaking. There’s no way she’s cold in here, it’s hot in here.

  I put my lips to her ear, and in a low voice I say, “I’m going to make your body twist and turn so bad, you won’t know which way is up.”

  Her hands squeeze even tighter on my arms, and she moans. It’s a beautiful fucking sound, but I want to hear it go so high pitched that she sounds like she’s been sucking on helium.

  “But just to make this clear,” I continue, “I ain’t fucking you.”

  Her heavy breathing stops. I know she’s confused, but I don’t feel the need to explain myself.

  “Don’t wo
rry, Goldie, I’m still going to give you the night of your life.”

  “Why?” she asks, her voice a mere whisper.

  I sink my teeth into her neck and suck, silencing her. Distracting her. I kiss and nibble at a few more places, until she’s nice and consumed with lust.

  Releasing her and taking a step back, I say, “You have five seconds to get that dress off before I rip it off you.”

  Her eyes are heavy with want. I’m positive her panties are soaked by now. She fumbles to undo the dress with her trembling hands. I’d rip the damn thing off her right now if it didn’t look so expensive.

  After a few seconds, she gets it off. I grab it from her hands and toss it in the corner behind me.

  “Step back,” I say, motioning with my head.

  I like to enjoy the sight of a beautiful woman right before I ravage her. And Emily’s about the best sight I’ve ever seen.

  While my eyes rake up and down her perfect body, her trembling has increased and she looks at her feet. Her bra and panties match, and look just as expensive as her dress. The material is thin and shiny. Shit, they’re covered in pink bows. No way am I getting my dick out, she’s far too sweet.

  “Bra,” I say.

  Without looking up or saying anything, her hands go to her back and she undoes her bra. She puts her arms back to her sides, and it falls at her feet. Not that I’m looking where it fell, my eyes are staring straight at her tits. My tongue rubs against the top of my mouth, itching to get on those nipples.

  I reach out and grab her waist, bend down and take one of the nipples in my mouth. When it hardens, I move to the other nipple.

  In one quick movement, I hook my finger in her panties, rip them off and drop to my knees.

  While inhaling her rosy scent, I reach my hands around and grab her firm ass.

  I start to kiss her again, just like I did with her neck only this time across the bottom of her belly, the tops of her thighs and the fleshy hollow between her thighs and pussy.

  Emily’s trembling changes into a gentle rocking of her hips. Her body is begging me. I’m about to blow her mind. But like I said, I’m not fucking her. I mean it. No matter how bad I want to bury my cock in her. Doesn’t matter anyway. What I’m about to do to her will make her remember me forever.

  I push her down onto the narrow bed. The bed’s short, so I kneel on the floor and pull her ass to the side of the bed. I spread her legs, pinning them apart with my hands. Even in the dim light, I can see the glistening of her lips.

  My tongue darts out to lick her lips, a quick taste of things to come. My dick is so hard, it hurts like hell. It’s screaming to have her lips wrapped around it, no matter if she’s ready for it or not.

  But first, I need to properly taste her.

  To tease her a little longer, I lick and nip all around her peach of a mound. Emily’s hips are still moving, still begging me. Their need increases, holding them a little higher with each rock, slowing and speeding her pace in reaction to my own.

  Finally, I put her out of her misery. I brush my lips across her mound, flicking my tongue out as I go. Her body wiggles and she’s moaning already. How’s she going to react when I really start?

  Leaving my hands pressing on her thighs, I start with my tongue. I explore every bit of her folds and her entrance before finally focusing on her clit. After I caress all around it, I flick it.

  “God,” she moans.

  I latch my lips around it, and suck it in pulses while her moaning gets more and more frantic. No doubt about it, every carny in the camp can hear her now.

  The sounds coming from her are the sexiest fucking noises I’ve ever heard. Her body is reacting so perfectly to me that my dick has never hurt so much in my life. It’s begging me to undo my jeans at least, but I won’t. Instead I grind it against the side of the bed.

  Without waiting any longer, I plunge two thick fingers into her slick entrance. Her juices coat my fingers as I pump my fingers in her. Her moaning is driving me wild, and I pump harder and faster. My cock screams as I grind it against the bed.

  I get rougher, scissoring my thick fingers in her. I feel something, she flinches, and the moaning stops. Shit, did I just break her hymen or something?

  I take my fingers out and focus on her clit with my mouth. Holding my fingers in front of my face while I suck, I squint in the dim light to see if there’s any blood. There is. This is my pussy.

  That fact surges more blood to my cock and I think I’m going to bust right through my jeans. Holy fuck, this is intense.

  Emily starts moaning and moving her hips again. Being more gentle, I slide one finger back into her entrance and find her g-spot. I push against it gently while my tongue plays with her clit. I’m so caught up in how I’m making her feel that I keep grinding against the side of the bed.

  Her moans get higher in pitch but breathier. The way she’s responding to me is incredible. She’s close, and so am I. The muscles in my back tense in anticipation of it.

  And then it happens. Her whole body twists, her legs wrap tight around my head, and her pussy spasms around my finger.

  “Steel!” Emily screams.

  Fuuuck. A massive shudder courses through my body. I growl into her pussy and blow my load in my jeans. Sweet Jesus. How did she do that to me? How?

  Never Say Goodbye (Emily)

  My entire body is boiling over. I can’t lie still, and my hips and shoulders writhe around on Steel’s bed. I can’t stop screaming and moaning, even though I’m struggling to breath. All my nervousness has flown out the window.

  Steel’s finger and mouth stop for a moment. He leaves his finger in me, which is good, my walls need something to clamp onto. My hips slow, and he lays gentle kisses over my mound and legs.

  I sink into the mattress in bliss, and bask in the sensation of the bubbling that still fills my body. My moaning and screaming has stopped, and my chest heaves while I try to catch my breath.

  What was that pain earlier? Oh well, it doesn’t matter.

  I’m ready for him to climb up here and put his dick in me. Except he said he wasn’t going to. He wasn’t serious, was he?

  Steel rests his cheek on my hip and says, “You’re unreal.”

  Unable to form words yet, a small groan comes from my throat.

  His hands slide up my body, my skin humming under the contact. Before I know it, his body is alongside mine, his hand resting on my breast. It feels good to lie here with him like this, and I close my eyes to listen to his breathing.

  With huge effort, I roll onto my side to face him. He’s still wearing his jeans and t-shirt, I can’t wait for him to take them off. Our faces are inches apart, our blue eyes at the same level. Our gazes lock, filling my body with warmth. It’s a comfort almost, and I’m perfectly at ease where I am right now.

  “You sure ain’t like any other girl, ever,” he says, his voice low and rich.

  The words fill me. I don’t care what Courtney would say, they wrap around me and fill up with something I’ve never known before. And it feels damn good.

  I open my mouth to respond, but before I get a word out, his mouth is on mine and he’s kissing me. Not the heated kiss like earlier, it’s a different quality.

  I pull away for a second, “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” I ask, moving my hand to his crotch and rubbing his dick through his jeans.

  “I already said that’s not happening.”

  Why does he keep saying that? I don’t understand.

  “You promised to show me all your tattoos.”

  The tip of his nose brushes against mine, before he tilts his head and kisses me. His kisses start off soft and gentle, before becoming more and more fueled by want. The hand that’s been holding my breast moves, his fingertips caressing it until they circle onto my nipple.

  When he pinches my nipple, a shot of heat pools between my legs and a groan escapes my throat. Steel’s kisses move down my body, stopping in the curve of my waist, my hip bones and my inner t
highs.

  By the time he finally reaches my mound, I’m so full of lust and need I can barely contain myself. I hope no one hears my moaning, but I can’t help myself.

  As much as I want him to take his clothes off, any wondering about his clothes vanishes from my mind. Nothing else exists except the pleasure he is bringing my body.

  His tongue and his hand make me more and more crazy with each second.

  “Steel!” I scream as my back arches involuntarily. An even more powerful orgasm rips through me.

  As it subsides, I melt into a puddle under his touch. After the first time tonight, I never thought I’d feel that way again. Yet here I am, thirty minutes later feeling every bit as amazing, if not better.

  “Don’t move,” he says.

  As if. I vaguely notice him go into his little ensuite washroom and reappear a moment later. Steel stands in the little floor space beside the bed and looks down at me. His eyes travel over my body while his head shakes.

  Scratching the back of his neck, he climbs into the narrow bed and lies beside me. I’m still on my back, and he lies on his side.

  Steel rests his head on my shoulder. His fingers trail over my breasts, making my nipples stand.

  I want to ask why he won’t take his clothes off. I want to ask why he doesn’t want to have sex with me, or at least let me play with his dick. But I don’t. Maybe I’m too chicken. Maybe it’s only four in the morning, and I don’t have to go home just yet.

  We lie in silence for ages, listening to each other breathe.

  “I had to get away from my foster family,” he says, breaking the silence.

  He told me. He fricking told me.

  “Were they a real nightmare?”

  “Not too bad, I was just a stranger in their house, and that’s how I got treated.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Like I said before, seventeen.”

  “And the carnival called?”

  “It was one option, and it turned out good.”

  I hesitate for a moment, and say, “No regrets.”

  “Exactly. How else would I get to meet you?”