Page 68 of Fairground

I reach up, wrap my hands around his neck, and pull him down to me, sealing our mouths together. His hands slide around my waist, holding me firm as his tongue sweeps through my mouth unrestrained.

A deep growl vibrates through his chest, sending shivers down my spine as we kiss—hard and hungry—surrounded by the quiet hum of the heating units and the occasional soft cluck from a sleeping hen. When he finally pulls back, his hazel eyes are wide, burning into mine as he presses his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling while we steady ourselves.

“Put your hands on the glass,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, “and look at Chickaletta while I take my time admiring you.”

Chapter 28: Rae

I blink, caught completely off guard, and let out a surprised and nervous laugh. “W-what?”?

His lips curve into a wide, mischievous smile. “I have a hard time being serious, my little Darko, but right now? I’m deadly serious. Put your hands on the glass. Back to me. Now.”

A shiver runs through me, anticipation coiling tightly in my belly as I turn and do what he instructed. My palms press against the warm plexiglass that divides us from the chickens, my eyes falling on Chickaletta who’s peacefully asleep. Her soft brown feathers rise and fall with every gentle breath, and the warmth from her little enclosure seeps into my hands, grounding my body.

Behind me, Cash moves closer, his hands trailing up my sides, slow and soft. His touch feels like a promise, and when his fingers undo the button of my jeans in the front and drag the zipper down, my breath stills like there’s no oxygen left in the facility.

“Too many days without touching you,” he growls, his voice rough with need.

In one fluid motion, he tugs my jeans and underwear down together, the cool air caressing my now bare skin. He nudges me to lift each foot, pulling the fabric away completely before tossing my pants aside. I’m exposed, utterly vulnerable, my hands braced against the glass as he kicks my legs wider.

Standing up, he reaches for the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head in one swift motion until I’m naked.

“Fuck, you’re a sight.” His voice is thick with admiration as he steps behind me where I can’t see. I can feel his eyes on me, tracing every curve, every inch of bare skin that’s visible just for him. “I’m just going to stand here and admire you for a minute.”

Goosebumps ripple across my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat rushing up my neck and into my cheeks. I keep my eyes on the sleeping hen, pretending I’m not coming apart just from being this… bare. This seen. Usually, I’d want the lights off. A playlist humming in the background. Covers pulled up and wrapped around me like armor. Or at the very least not to be theonlyone who’s naked.

But with Cash’s eyes on me, steady and reverent, all I feel is power. Not vulnerability. Power. BecauseI’mthe one holding his full attention.I’mthe one he’s looking at like this.

His hand slides out, cupping and kneading one ass cheek, slow and purposeful. The other wraps around, fingers grazing my front strongly. When they find my clit—firm, sure, exactly where I need him—I let out a moan I don’t even recognize. Raw and wrecked and real. Like maybe this version of me, the one who isn’t over thinking everything, wants him more than I thought.

“You turned on because we have an audience, Stormie?” he murmurs, his tone teasing but laced with heat. "Or is it just me?"

I shake my head no. “More like your tenderness with them. I never thought I’d find that so attractive.”

I can feel his smile against my neck as he plants a soft kiss there before slipping a finger inside of my opening and letting out a groan. “So fucking wet. So fucking tight. I’ve missed this cunt.”

He pumps in and out of me languidly, his other hand moving to my clit as he rubs it firmly and my legs begin to shake. It’s a hard angle, slightly tilted forward while steadying myself against the warm, double paned glass but I can tell, he’s in the mood to take his time tonight.

He licks a line up my neck, right across the pulse point that I know is beating out of control, and then one hand moves to my chest, squeezing and kneading the warm flesh on my breasts.

I squirm, needing more friction from his fingers that are teasing my clit, but he pulls away, dropping to his knees and bringing his face down to my ass before he parts my opening.

“Pretty pussy,” he grumbles, then his mouth dives into me, tongue spiking deeply as he sucks on my core. “Dammit, you taste good.”

“Fuck, Cash," I whimper, "I don’t know how long I can stand here like this.”

“You’ll stand there all day if I tell you to while I eat you. And if you get tired, you can sit down on my face and take a rest.”

Ugh, why is that the hottest thing a man has ever said to me?

My knees shake as his mouth hums against my clit, pleased, fingers pumping in and out, sweeping around in my opening like a hook designed just for me. His tongue flicks at my clit punishingly, and I can tell, I’m going to be wrecked by this orgasm not just physically, but mentally as well.

“Cash, I’m going to come,” I pant.

“No, you don’t. Not yet,” he says, standing up and pulling his face and fingers away.

“Why are you teasing me?” I whine, looking over my shoulder at him. His hazel eyes are warm, with wrinkles at the edges as he grins wolfishly, his hands move around my waist and back to my breasts where he squeezes.

“Best tits I’ve ever held. So heavy. I’d like my cock to be crushed between them.”

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