I can see the entire carnival from up here. The rides glow against the black sky, but it’s unexpected. Peaceful. Like the chaos can’t touch me up here. When I look over at Sebastian, his gaze is pointed toward me, those green eyes burning with intensity, jaw set hard. I feel my clit pulsing between my thighs, my neck still wet from where he went at me.
I practically lunge for him at the same time he moves for me. He fists my hair at the back of my head as hungry mouths meet, clashing together, fighting for dominance. My palms slide up the warm skin of his throat. The safety bar prohibits me from climbing on top of him like I want to, and suddenly, I go from feeling like it’s inadequate to cursing the thing for getting in my way. I groan my frustration, and Sebastian chuckles into my mouth knowingly.
“Easy, Princess. I’ll get you off if you say please.”
“Please,” I grind out without hesitation, and Sebastian laughs at my frustration.
He continues to kiss and touch and devour, but he never gives me what I need, keeping me in this crazed, desperate state. I don’t know how long we go at it, but when he finally pulls away, we’re back on the ground. I look around, sheepish, to see if anyone’s noticed, but the only person around is the attendant who smirks from his post. The lap bar pops up, and Sebastian grabs me by the wrist before he prowls away. I have to take twice as many steps to keep up with his long strides. When we come to a stop at the carousel, he motions for me to wait before walking up to the attendant’s booth. It’s empty, but Sebastian messes with the controls and the ride lights up, playing a haunting tune as it starts to rotate, then Sebastian’s back, pulling me toward the entrance.
We step inside the circular platform lit up by rows of bulbs on the mirrored ceiling. I walk around, my hand swinging from pole to pole as I choose my favorite horse. Sebastian stands on top of one of the horses before walking across them, effortlessly keeping his balance as they move up and down. I settle for an all-black horse. If Sebastian were a horse, he’d be this one, all dark and mysterious. I lift a leg to straddle it as Sebastian jumps down from one of the horses, leaning against the pole in front of me, hands in his pockets as he watches me intently, gliding up and down, like he’s trying to come to a decision. His stare is unnerving. When he looks at me like this, I can’t help but feel like Sebastian really sees me. Too much of me. It makes me feel like I’m standing naked in front of a crowd.
Finally, he pushes off the pole, stalking toward me. He drags his fingers along the cool, smooth horse, then he circles my waist, lifting me. My legs instantly wrap around him as he backs me up into the mirrors that surround the center pole. He grinds into me as his hungry mouth meets mine.
Sebastian licks the seam of my lips, and my clit throbs. I moan as his tongue pushes into my mouth, sliding against mine. I shift my hips toward him, needing more. Letting go of my legs, he lets them slide down his body without our hips breaking their connection. My toes are barely able to touch the ground as he flexes his hips into me, my dress ridden up around the top of my thighs.
“You want me to make you come now?” he asks against my lips. I nod, but he shakes his head.
“Tell me with words.”
My cheeks burn, not wanting to say the words out loud, but I’m too far beyond shame.
“I want you to make me come.”
“Show me your pussy,” he says, backing away enough for my feet to touch the ground.
I hesitate for only a second, his words sending a thrill through me, before sliding my palms down my thighs, my fingers curling over the edge of my dress before pulling it up to expose my underwear. Emboldened by the way Sebastian’s throat bobs and his eyes flash, I pull the thin cotton to the side, showing myself to him. I’m playing a dangerous game, acting like I have the first fucking clue what to do with a man like Sebastian.
His warm hand cups me before sliding a finger through my lips. I gasp, my hips trying their best to roll into his touch. I feel how wet I am as he moves his fingers back and forth.
“Keep holding your dress up,” he demands.
Sebastian moves lower, circling my entrance before slowly pushing a thick finger inside. I tense up, knees locking, leaning my weight against the mirror. There was a time when I gave Ethan everything in an attempt to feel a fraction of what I felt with Sebastian that night. I never came close. Not even once. I craved it, but when it came down to it, I didn’t want it. Didn’t need it. Not like I do with Sebastian.
I gave sex exactly two tries. Once to see if he could make me feel, and the second time to make sure the whole pain of losing my virginity thing wasn’t interfering with my ability to enjoy it. I didn’t make that mistake a third time, much to his chagrin. Hooking up with Ethan was like eating sugar-free cookies. If I was going to mess up my diet, I wanted it to be worth it. I wanted the real deal. And God, is Sebastian the real deal.
“This is a bad idea,” he says, his eyes trained on where he moves in and out of me. I follow his gaze, seeing how his finger shines with my need for him, the veins that strain against his thick forearm. I want to argue with him, to threaten him with bodily harm if he even thinks about stopping, but I can’t find words. It’s all I can do to lean back and take what he’s giving me.
My legs start to give out to the sensations, and Sebastian lowers me to the rotating floor. Rolling on top of me, he fits himself between my flushed thighs. His fingers find me again, his free hand pushing my hair out of my eyes, his palm resting on my forehead while he rolls his hips into mine. I gasp, my eyes rolling to the mirrored ceiling of the carousel with rows of flashing lights. I see Sebastian’s broad form moving over me, my hair wild and tangled, my lips and cheeks flushed in a way that I’ve never seen.
The seam of his jeans presses into me where I need it most as he wedges another finger inside me. I’m momentarily frozen, adjusting to the fullness, as his fingers and hips work in tandem, coaxing my body to loosen for him. My chest heaves, and I lose myself to the sensations, jerking my hips to meet his hand thrust for thrust, and soon, I’m crying out, digging into his shoulders as I clench around his fingers.
“Sebastian,” I breathe.
“Fuck,” Sebastian hisses, punching his hips into mine as I shudder beneath him. He pulls his digits from me before using the flat of his fingers to rub me through my orgasm. Holy shit. I just had an orgasm that didn’t come from myself. I relax my grip on his shoulders, bringing my hands to cover my face as I catch my breath, suddenly feeling overheated and overwhelmed.
“It’s a little late for that,” Sebastian taunts, pulling my hands away. “Don’t hide from me now, Princess.” I can still feel his erection against me, and I shift beneath him. He groans, and I boldly slide my hand between us, gripping him through his jeans. He pushes into me once, twice, three times before I try to unbutton his jeans, wanting to feel his skin, to
wrap my hand around his length. Sebastian abruptly grabs my wrist, pinning it down beside my head.
“You’re not ready for that,” he says with a condescending smile.
I puff a lock of hair from my face and scowl, earning an amused chuckle from him. “Who are you to say what I’m ready for? Maybe it’s you who’s not ready.” His eyes narrow, his face hardening, and I think I’ve hit a nerve.
“I don’t care how many high school dicks you’ve taken,” he says darkly. “This ride is for grown-ups only.”
He pushes off me and jumps off the revolving carousel. I lie there, hating that I let myself be vulnerable around him, vowing to never let it happen again. Sliding both hands through my hair, I look up into my reflection, seeing my flushed face and rumpled dress, fighting the urge to flip myself off.
Such an idiot.