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 out my tongue 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 them 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 breathe. 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, and 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 thighs.
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?”
“Are you from North Carolina?”
“I’m from wherever my bunkhouse is.”
“Georgia?”
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br /> “My bunkhouse seems to be in North Carolina right now.”
I’m not going to ask again. He won’t answer anyway. We fall back into silence. I’m exhausted and fighting to stay awake. As much as I want to sleep, I know Steel’s leaving soon, and I’ll never see him again.
His hand leaves my breast and runs over my skin until it comes to a rest between my legs.
Steel swallows, and says, “Does it hurt?”
“What hurt?”
“This,” he says, gently moving his hand against my mound.
My God, it’s feeling pretty damn good.
“No,” I say.
He kisses my shoulder and says, “Good. Because I popped your cherry.”
My heavy eyes open wide as I remember the little bit of pain when he first entered me. The question and the memory make me blush.
“Oh. Yeah, I think I felt something.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s fine, it doesn’t matter.” At least it makes the idea of having sex for the first time more appealing.
More silence follows. I could lie here forever like this. Although I really do need to sleep. Time fades away as we talk and rest, then talk some more. Who knew the carny with the neck tattoo was such an amazing person. I should’ve known by his smile.
Sunlight starts to come through the window, brightening the room. Shit, it’s seven thirty. I sit upright and reach for my bra.
“You don’t have to go, we don’t open until ten today.”
“My car is at the gate! Someone will see it.”
“What happened to the girl who wanted the town to know she’s all grown up?”
“There’s a difference between an after-closing party and spending the whole night. Word will travel fast. I need to get home.”
The panties are a write-off. Steel ruined them when he ripped them off me. Commando it is. I pull my dress on and Steel helps me do it up.
“I’ll walk you to your car,” he says, opening the bunkhouse door.
I look at him and sigh. I really wish he’d taken his clothes off.
“When do you go?” I ask, wanting another night like this. Except my parents get home at supper time today and I don’t think that’s an option.
We rush through the quiet trailers and vacant rides.
“We close early today, at five, then leave tomorrow night or Tuesday morning.”
“Good, maybe I’ll come to the carnival later, to enjoy myself.”
Steel flashes that broad, Hollywood smile at me and it takes all my willpower not to turn around and go right back to his bed.
We reach my car, the boring mom-car Corolla. I open the door and turn to face Steel. He immediately pulls me into him and squeezes me tight. My heart pounds against my ribs, telling me I shouldn’t be leaving this man. I don’t want to, but I have to.
“I’ll come back tonight,” I say.
“You get rested up today. I’m taking you back to my bed tonight, and I don’t think we’re going to get much sleep again.”
A smile springs across my face, and I say, “I can’t wait.”
He gives me a nice goodbye kiss, one that reminds me what I’m coming back for and will make sure I’m back here the second they close.
I get into my car and look up at him. Steel rests a hand on the top of my open door and leans down to me.
“I can’t wait to see you again. I mean it, Goldie, you’re not like any other person I ever knew. You’re amazing.”
Sucking air into my lungs, I swallow and say, “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
There’s that smile again, the one that I could follow like a lost puppy.
“Later,” Steel says and shuts the door.
I start the car and drive the few minutes to my house. It’s a good thing it’s so close, and my head is nodding with fatigue. I’ve been awake for over twenty-four hours. I’m grateful the streets are still pretty quiet, even though it’s after seven.
When I get home, I stagger up the stairs and flop into my bed, not even bothering to take off my dress. I close my eyes and sleep.
Victim of Changes
(STEEL)
The carnival opened an hour ago. I slept for an hour after Emily left, but I’m a walking zombie. Even though I’ve chucked endless coffees down my throat, the noise of this place is the only thing keeping me awake. That and the memory of her. I don’t know what she did to me, making me come in my fucking pants like that. It freaks the shit out of me.
Already I’m missing her, for fuck’s sake. I’ve never missed anyone before, ever. Not even my mother.
I’m going to need a good sleep since I plan to stay up all night again with her tonight. Hopefully Papa Smurf doesn’t send me off to the next town until Tuesday, giving me tomorrow night with her as well.
Another hour passes, and another. My feet are dragging something awful. I’m a bigger zombie than Zombie.
We’re supposed to start ripping apart the rides right after close. I’m going to need energy. For that and Emily.
“Razor, keep an eye on things for me, I need some shut-eye.”
He nods. At least I think he does.
There are not many choices of places to sleep in peace in the middle of a carnival in full swing. Going back to my bunkhouse isn’t an option. The best place I can think of is the back of Cess’ basket toss game. I may get hit with the odd softball, but I’m so tired, I doubt I’ll notice. I’ll be too busy dreaming of Emily screaming my name.
I slip in the back of it and lie down.
* * *
“You lazy son of a bitch, do you know you cost me today?” Papa Smurf screams.
“Huh?” I say, disoriented with sleep.
“That useless-piece-of-shit Whiskey fucked up on the tickets and cost me big. Because you weren’t doing your job.”
Rubbing my eyes, I try to digest his words.
“Sorry, boss,” I sit up, hoping he’ll go away and let me lie back down.
“Fucking sorry don’t mean shit. If you want to stay up all night fucking some local pussy, that’s your business, but make sure you’re here and ready to work when it’s time to work.”
“I’ll work, right now.” I still don’t make any move to stand. Papa Smurf is famous for interpreting anything as being aggressive.
“The twenty-four-hour man is leaving now, and you’re going with him.”
“Fuck that. Since when do I go with the twenty-four-hour man? You need me here to break down the rides.”
“You’re too fucking tired to be any use to me here. Go help him put up signs in the next town. It’s about all you’re good for today.”
“No, I ain’t going.”
“Get your sorry ass in his truck now, before I bust it open so bad you won’t be able to sit for a year.”
Papa Smurf is a mammoth mountain of a man with a passion for beating the shit out of his employees.
“Maybe I want to stay in this town.”
“One night with some local pussy and you’re ready to screw the carnival? Then what would you do? Show up at her doorstep and be welcomed in with open arms? Dream the fuck on. Now get in the truck. This is your last warning.” He hoofs me something fierce in the thigh and I stand.
This thing with Emily was only ever going to be a weekend fling. Tonight and maybe tomorrow, depending on when the carnival leaves.
I’m only losing one night. Though one night with her was already better than all the others I’ve spent with other women combined.
There’s no doubt in my mind I could floor Papa Smurf, but he’s probably right. As much as I’d love to go knocking on Emily’s door, I don’t expect a good girl townie like her would let me move in. Plus her father would shoot me.
“Fine,” I say, walking away to my bunk.
I grab my backpack. I fill it with a change of clothes and my toothbrush and get into the carnival’s advanced advertising truck. I can’t believe Papa Smurf’s sending me to staple signs to lamp posts.
The twent
y-four-hour man pulls the truck away from the carnival. As we leave the town, I can’t help thinking what a stupid mistake I’m making.
Alone
(EMILY)
“Emily Grace Williamson, how dare you disgrace our family!”
The roar of my father’s voice startles me from my sleep. Disoriented, my heart thumps in my chest at being awoken so abruptly.
I sit up and blink to clear the sleepiness from my eyes. A glance at the clock shows the time is five in the afternoon. I vaguely panic that I should be getting ready and going to find Steel.
“What kind of whore are you?” my father screams. He moves to the side of the bed and towers over me, his eyes burning into my skin. My mother stands behind him, looking worried.
Still in the process of waking up, I don’t say anything.
“Do you know how many phone calls I got about you whoring at the carnival? The carnival! So help me God, what did I ever do to deserve a daughter who goes around with carnies? Carnies!”
“Dad,” I start.
“You single-handedly destroyed my good name in this town. How am I ever going to be elected regional Lions Club president now?”
I pull the pillows over my head, blocking myself from him.
“Honey, why did you do that? You’re a good girl from a good family. It’s not safe,” my mother says, on the verge of tears, her voice breaking. Or maybe she’s been crying already.
All I want to do is get out of here and find Steel.
“Leave me alone,” I say, my voice muffled by the pillows.
“How am I supposed to recover from this? I’m the president of the Lions Club, and your actions are going to cost me that.”
I fling the pillows off and sit up.
“I am an adult. My actions are nothing to do with you and your stupid club.”
“I don’t give a damn what age you are, I will not stand by while my daughter drags my name through the mud!” my father screams.
“Honey, I’m just so worried about you, it’s not safe to be hanging around with those types, you’re liable to end up dead in a ditch,” my mother says through her sobs.
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