Page 18 of Hooking Her Up

I keep eating them as I drive to the fairgrounds. We arrive early, so we have most of the carnival to ourselves. Some of the booths are still being set up, but we stop in front of a balloon popping game. Our hands are clasped until we look at each other with a competitive gleam in our eyes.

“I’ll win you that big bear,” she says.

I shake my head and point to the grand prize. “I’m winning you that bigger bear.”

We slap down money and start throwing darts. The worker is thrilled at our refusal to stop and accept our small winnings. We’re laughing like amped up kids by the time I finally have enough points to win the huge polar bear.

When I hand it to her, she nearly topples over backwards and her hands won’t meet around its fat middle.

“Wow, we really played ourselves, didn’t we?” I say. “Now we have to carry this thing all day.”

She pokes her head around its furry arm, face bright with happiness. “What do you mean, we?” she asks, thrusting it at me. “But I love it so much.”

Trying to hug around the bear makes us crack up again. What is this feeling? It’s like I’m brimming over. I have to find a way to express it to her, the source of it.

The worker offers to stow the bear behind his booth for us and we make our way toward the rides, hand in hand until I put my arm around her and pull her close. She stops and points at the Ferris wheel, no line in sight since the crowd hasn’t hit yet. I pay double tickets and quietly ask the operator to give us extra time at the top.

She takes pictures of the view on our first rotation, then when it stops, she leans close to me for a selfie. But I take her hand and move the phone away.

“Let me say something first.”

Her eyes widen with curiosity, and I point at the hills in the distance, with the cloudless summer sky that matches her eyes. “You’re like this view. I feel so much awe whenever I look at you.”

“Oh, Liam.” Her chin tilts up as she smiles at me.

“I didn’t just think you were pretty back in the day. I used to have a giant crush on you,” I admit. She puts her hand on my chest. “It’s more than that now,” I tell her. “So much more.”

“For me too,” she whispers.

I slide my hand into her hair and look into her eyes until she grips my shirt to tug me closer. “I’m falling in love with you, Kayla.”

Her eyes flutter shut and I kiss her. The taste of her mouth masks the disappointment that she doesn’t say it back. There’s time. The way she clings to me is enough for now. Claiming her soft lips is all I need for now.

The breeze picks up but can’t cool our heated hands. Hers clasp around my neck while mine roam up and down her side, working under her blouse.

“I need to touch you,” I say.

She scoots closer to me, running her fingers through my hair. The cart swings, the fact we’re a hundred feet in the air forgotten as I slide my hand under her bra to cup her tits. She melts against me and her moan when I stroke her nipple to a taut peak makes me harder than a rock in seconds. It’s delicious torture when she runs her hands down my shoulders and chest, then presses her palm against my bulge. My tongue pushes deeper into her mouth and I nearly roar when she pops the button on my jeans and works her hand inside to grip my cock.

She pulls away with a mischievous grin, sliding her hand up and down my shaft. Dipping her head, she licks the bead of moisture away.

“Kayla…” I warn. “I might come all over your pretty face.”

She looks up at me, her lush lips resting against my tip. “That sounds kind of hot.”

I wrap my fingers in her ponytail, as she slides her tongue down my length. The thought of her taking my cock deep inside her mouth has me groaning with anticipation. The Ferris wheel starts turning again and she darts up, straightening her top, and by the time we whizz past the bored operator, the only clue I was about to get sucked off by the girl of my dreams is my clenched jaw. Fucking hell.

Kayla can’t hold back her giggles and won’t stop laughing even when the ride ends. She grabs my hand and runs away from the other carnival goers. I keep up until we’re behind the first aid building.

“Oh, I like you’re thinking,” I say, pulling her into the deserted alley behind the building.

I have her pressed against the wall, kissing her senseless a moment later. Shoving away from me, she grins and drops to her knees, yanking at my jeans.

“You might like this, too,” she says, peering up at me in the shady alley.

“I bet I do,” I say, my eyes locked on everything she’s doing to me.

Her first clumsy attempt to stroke my cock has me breathless and when her tongue darts out to lick up and down my shaft, I grip her hair with a feral sound. I let her tease my cock with her innocent mouth until I’m about to shoot my seed down her throat.

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