Carnal: Pierced and Inked

by Simone Sowood

  “Maybe later, we’ll see. Cold? I brought you a fleece, but it might stink.” I take the fleece from my waist and pass it to her.

  “Thanks,” She takes it and, using her fingertips, lays it over her bare legs. Damn, I was enjoying the view of them. They’re crazy long, and I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my waist.

  I take the seat beside her and prop my feet up on the seat across from us. I pull her tight against me, my arm slipped around her waist. Emily is tense, her arms crossed over her chest. Is she scared or cold?

  “Everything okay?” I pull her closer against me.

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “Just want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.”

  “Yeah, it’s nice up here when it’s quiet like this. I can even see my house from here.”

  “Oh yeah. Where?”

  “It’s that one, with the blue spotlights on it.” She points to where the rich houses are. Can’t say I’m surprised. She screams rich person vibe.

  “You sure have a nice house.”

  “My parents do, I still live at home.” Figures.

  “We could see the stars if the plastic umbrella wasn’t in the way,” I say.

  “That’d be nice. We could just lie back and look at them, in our little spot away from everyone else.”

  “The best place I ever seen stars was in this piss-assed town in the Outer Banks. There were so many stars, the sky looked white.”

  “That sounds amazing. I’d love to see something like that.”

  “Don’t your parents take you on fancy trips or anything?”

  “When I was younger they took me to Paris and New York, and often to Orlando. Never anywhere you can see loads of stars. But as soon as my brothers and I got old enough to leave at home, they always vacation by themselves. They now do everything by themselves.”

  “What the fuck? They should be using their money to show you the world.”

  “You must’ve been all over.”

  “Forty-one states so far. We go different places every year, depending on where Papa Smurf gets us a pitch.”

  “So you live in a trailer all year?”

  “No, I live in a part of a trailer. It’s a bunkhouse.”

  “Sounds small.”

  “I got a bed and a shower, that’s all I need.” She’s shivering, “You still cold?”

  “Freezing.”

  Emily leans into me. She’s shaking, but I still don’t know if it’s cold or if she’s scared.

  I pull her crossways onto my lap and wrap my arms around her. Emily’s scent fills my nose when I put my head against hers. She smells better than a funnel cake, like roses.

  “My parents would freak if they knew where I was right now.” Of course they would, all parents freak when they find out their daughter’s with a carny.

  “What about you? Are you freaking?” I want her to relax and stop shaking.

  Emily looks at me, her eyes moving all over my face before stopping on my neck.

  “This isn’t something I do every day,” Her eyes are still stuck on my neck.

  “As long as you’re having fun and enjoying yourself, who cares if you do it every day or not? That doesn’t matter. I hate my days being the same. That’s why I love being in the carnival.”

  “You’re not going to tell me why you joined the carnival, are you?”

  “Nope.” And I make no apologies about it, either.

  Emily still hasn’t moved her eyes from my neck. She’s staring at the tattoo that goes up the right side.

  “Something on your mind?”

  “What made you get a neck tattoo?”

  I shrug, “Same reason I got all my other tattoos.”

  She runs her fingers over the tattoos on my arms and says, “You sure have a lot of them.”

  “I’ve got lots more than the ones you can see right now.”

  “Are you legs covered in them too?”

  “Yeah, I got lots on my legs.” I don’t think Emily’s ready to hear where else I have one. I’ll let her discover that one for herself later. “What about you, got any?”

  “God, no, my family would freak. But I’ve always wanted a little rose on my hip.”

  “So get one, how would they ever know? Just put it under your bikini.”

  “You don’t understand, this is a small town. If one person found out, everyone would know. And then my parents would freak.”

  “I thought you said you were twenty.”

  “I am.”

  “So who cares if your parents freak?”

  I’m a Rebel

  (EMILY)

  Yeah, that’s why I’m here tonight. This is a statement. My parents need to learn I’m an adult. Maybe I should get that tattoo.

  “Did your parents freak when you got your tattoos?”

  “I ain’t got no parents.”

  That’s awful, I wonder how they died? I feel bad now.

  “Sorry,” I say. I wonder if that’s why he joined the carnival. It must be.

  “Nothing to be sorry about. My family is all down in the camp right now.”

  “Your relatives are in the carnival too?”

  “No, but my family is.”

  “You guys must all be really close, living and working together all the time.”

  “One of the best things about this job, when I don’t want to smash their faces in.”

  “What’s the best thing about being a carny?”

  “Meeting you.”

  I roll my eyes at the line he’s feeding me, and say, “Other than me.”

  “Seeing the looks on the kids’ faces. Like that kid tonight at the Basketball Toss.” Steel shrugs.

  “Courtney says you were just doing that to impress me.”

  “Fuck her. Sometimes I get really fed up with townies judging me just because of their opinions of my job. I love putting a smile on a kid’s face.” He pauses. “To impress you, I screwed your ex-boyfriend out of his pride.”

  “Connor didn’t break the rules?”

  “He broke the rule of being a prick.”

  “Yeah, but that’s not a rule of the game.”

  “Sure it is, that’s the only rule of the game.”

  “So you only did that to impress me?”

  “That and show you my abs.”

  “I was impressed with your abs,” I say, sliding my hands under his shirt. Man, he’s warm, and ripped. But oh so warm. I slide as much of my arms under his shirt as I can, to try to ease my icy skin.

  We talk for ages, although I haven’t managed to find out his real name, or why he joined the carnival.

  It must be after one by now. All the houses are dark, and the only light on in town is the McDonald’s sign. Although the carny party in their camp sounds like it’s still in full swing.

  My arms are freezing, and every so often I move them deeper into his shirt. He wraps more and more of his body around mine, giving me as much warmth as he can. It feels good. He feels good. I’m afraid to complain about the cold because I don’t want to go back to the reality of the ground.

  The party he talked about didn’t exactly look like the sort of place I’d feel comfortable. I’m much happier up here with Steel. Even if it is like being in a meat locker.

  “Goldie, you’re not like any other girl I’ve met.”

  I look up at him, trying not to smirk. “I bet you say that in every town.”

  Steel’s face is serious, and even in the dark of the night, I can see honesty in his eyes. He runs his fingers along my cheek, the weight of his touch forces my eyes shut.

  His fingers move to my lips and a sharp, short moan catches in my throat. I’m trembling again, this time from his touch instead of the cold.

  My eyes stay shut. A moment later, his hand is tilting my head and his lips are on mine. They’re soft and warm and send a blast of heat through my body. His tongue runs along the seam of my mouth, and I part my lips for him.

  Steel’s other hand presses between my shoulder blades
, and brings my body tight against his. He kisses me 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 to 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, and 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 my arms even tighter, 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 worry, Goldie, I’m still going to give you the night of you
r 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.