Page 69 of Slash & Burn

“You’re doing great,” he whispered, kissing my cheek.

After the first full turn of the wheel, I started to feel like we weren’t about to face our imminent demise, so I let out the breath I’d been holding and looked around. But the only thing I really wanted to look at was Grady. His eyes were scanning the world around us, from the lake far off in the distance, to the mountains just barely visible against the smokey blue horizon, and then me.

When he looked at me, his lips curled into a warm smile and I leaned to kiss him. He hummed, meeting me and kissing me deeper. It might have been the anxiety still bubbling in my belly, but I started to feel hot and greedy. My hand was on Grady’s chest, traveling southward as he licked and stroked inside my mouth.

“You distracting yourself by torturing me?” he chuckled darkly, his eyelids heavy as he traced a fingertip down my neck, and over my bare shoulder.

“If I was, would you stop me?”

He froze, his whole body tensing as my hand reached the top of his thigh. The wheel had just passed the bottom and we were hidden from view as we got to the top and stopped. We were hanging, suspended above the world and everything felt electric.

Grady didn’t say a word, but he shook his head, his jaw clamping so tight the muscles pulsed. I took it as permission and stroked my fingers up the hard edge that had formed between his legs.

When I dragged my nail around the ridge at the tip Grady’s hips jerked, his nostrils flaring as his eyes drifted closed. Touching him was like a drug. Getting to see the way he reacted to me was a power I’d never known before. The car was still suspended at the top, the view of the night sky above us only adding to my urge to make this moment last.

With a quick flick, I undid the button at his waist and slipped my hand into his shorts.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his head dropped onto my shoulder as I closed my fingers around him.

Grady was thick and long, and as I ran my thumb along the vein at the underside of his cock his grip on my shoulder tightened. Stroking him, lightly at first, I reveled in the way his hips started to move with my motions.

“You want to make me come, gorgeous?” he asked, his mouth hanging open as he sucked in deeper breaths.

“I want to see you unravel for once,” I got out, my heart racing at how hot this was. There was a slickness between my legs and I was desperate for him to touch me. But I wanted this more.

He shook his head, pulling my hand away to spit in it and then wrapping it back around his cock, closing his hand around mine and squeezing. Our grip was tighter than I would have gone, but I could see the way he liked it by how red his cheeks went as we moved in time, up and down, up and down. When he let me go, I kept up the pace, flicking my thumb every time I circled the swollen head. His thighs were shaking, his chest heaving as my fist rode his cock and it got harder in my grasp.

I was staring into his eyes, a deep ache in my core thrumming with every pump of his cock. When I shifted, twisting my hand as I stroked up and down, his eyes slammed shut.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I did it again and again, looking down to see the purple-red tip dripping, straining against his stomach. He reached to move his shirt out of the way.

“Don’t stop,” he grunted. “I’m right there.” His mouth fell open, a stifled groan rumbling in his throat as he pitched his head back. The cords of his neck were so tight they looked like they might snap.

I didn’t stop. I moved faster, tighter, and he thrust up into my hand with every stroke. Just as the Ferris wheel jolted, Grady reached for me, gripping my hair and slamming his lips to mine as he came. He groaned, deep and low, into my mouth as I gently caressed him with slow passes over his slick cock, feeling him flinch every time I circled the notch at the head.

The wheel moved slowly enough that by the time we hit the bottom Grady had tucked himself back into his pants and was holding my hand in his lap as he lazily kissed me. The attendant smiled at us quickly, passing our car and sending us back up to the top again. I suspected the extra trip was a perk of being a beloved hockey star, but I wasn’t complaining.

Grady took my hand in both of his, wiping his come onto them and then onto the side of his shorts. His cheeks were rosy and the hair at the nape of his neck was damp, but he was quiet and I started to wonder if something was wrong.

As we hit the bottom again he gave the guy a nod and we were let out of our car. Grady took my hand and carefully helped me off the ride. Then we were walking quickly back toward the parking lot, my legs working double time to keep up with his hurried strides.

“Grady, what’s wrong?” I asked, completely confused.

He stopped short, turning back to me with a hungry look. “You’re too slow,” he mumbled, bending to throw me over his shoulder.

“Grady!” I hissed, knowing my ass was very likely showing being bent over like that.

He didn’t respond, and he didn’t stop until we got back to his car. The parking lot was dark, and no one was around since the fireworks were about to start and everyone else was setting up their blankets in the field to watch.

Dropping me on my feet he clicked his car open and threw open the door to the back seat. Finally he paused, his hands back in my hair as he kissed me, frenzied and shaking.

“You are the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen,” he got out, his lips sucking down my neck as he slid one hand up my thigh. “Did that make you wet? Did blowing my mind up there turn you on?” He found his answer the second he touched my panties. Locking his eyes with mine, he bit his lip before he said, “I can’t wait to get you back home, baby. I need this pussy right fucking now.”

He picked me up again, and with my ass in his hands, he backed me into the car, laying me down on the seat so gently you could almost miss that he was acting like a man crazed.

“You’re fucking soaked, gorgeous,” he said, pushing my dress up as he kneeled on the ground.

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