Page 64 of Inescapable Ties
“There’s some irony in that statement,” I responded.
We strolled through the amusement park, my eyes darting from one ride to the next. Emilio was quick to veto each attraction, citing safety concerns and vivid descriptions of how the rides could potentially break apart mid-air and send us hurtling to our demise. However, after much deliberation, we finally settled on a compromise - the fun house. Its colorful exterior beckoned to us with its twisting slides and spinning obstacles, promising a wild adventure inside.
I handed our tickets over to the attendant to gain entry to the ride. Squealing, I started running through the entrance. It was a tunnel large enough for a person to stand in, but it was constantly spinning. I was light on my feet and quickly got through it. Emilio was too tall with the stuffed octopus on his shoulder and had to crouch down to fit through. It was amusing watching him try to make his way through while not dropping my prize.
“I should have won this last,” he muttered, referencing my stuffed animal.
“Probably. But now I get to show it off to everyone!” I felt like a giddy teenager whose first boyfriend had won her a prize and she couldn’t wait to display it.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.
We made our way through the mirrored area, the concave and convex angles distorting our bodies. I pulled out my phone and took pictures of us making ridiculous poses in the mirrors.
“Look at this,” Emilio said.
Before I could respond, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to a hidden area. It looked to be where the employees navigated the ride, away from the obstacles inside.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be in here,” I said, aware of other guests walking by but unable to see us.
“I guess we’ll have to be quiet, then.”
Emilio hung my stuffed octopus on a rail. He gently pushed me against the wall, cradling his hand around my face before bringing his lips to mine. His kisses were fast and feverish, and I could tell he was excited over the prospect of being caught.
I should have stopped him - anyone could walk in on us. But, after being with him, I had developed a bit of a daredevil side myself. Instead, I encouraged him. One hand wrapped around his shoulders while the other cupped his bulge.
“Jaws,” he said, leaving his lips a millimeter from mine.
“Hm?” I said, lightly running my fingers up and down, enjoying how it hardened in my hand.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Who said I can’t finish it?”
Emilio let out a low growl and flipped me so my front was pressed against the wall.
“We’ll have to make this quick,” he nibbled on my earlobe, and it sent a shock straight to my core.
In an instant, he yanked my shorts and had them at my knees. This was no time to fully be undressing - anyone could walk in on us.
I could only hear him unbuckle his pants, but the unknown had me dripping with anticipation. He lined himself up with me and quickly thrusted in. Emilio had learned my body so well, and he was aware that I would inevitably moan when he entered me. His hand was already over my mouth, stifling the sounds to the unaware crowd on the other side.
“Remember, Jaws,” he said. “We need to stay quiet.”
I nodded in understanding, and he released his hand from my mouth. It trailed back down to my hip, and he curled his hands around them before setting the pace.
I had to cup my hand over my mouth to stifle the quiet moans I couldn’t contain. Emilio had far better self control - I knew he felt the same ecstasy from the way he burrowed his face into my shoulder, but he only let out the occasional pant.
His right hand made its way to my clit, and he gave it a gentle flick, the touch so feather light it was more teasing than pleasurable. Frustrated, I ground my ass into him, silently begging for more.
“Only because we’re in a hurry,” he said quietly, placing his hand on the bundle of nerves. “Don’t think I won’t tease you more at home.”
I was already on the brink of coming. Emilio’s thick cock was hitting the deepest place inside of me, while his fingers danced over my clit. I was so close, I just needed the final push. Emilio knew it, too.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
That was my undoing. My walls fluttered over him, milking his cock for all its worth. I had to clamp my hand against my mouth to quiet the scream from the intensity of my orgasm.
His thrusts quickly became erratic, and I could tell he wasn’t far behind me. Emilio whispered a string of curses and praise into my shoulder before finally letting out a low moan. He pushed himself all the way inside of me and stilled, and I could feel the ropes of come coating the inside of my walls.
