Page 35 of SummerTime Madness
Cordy steps back, and so do I.
“Let’s go,” Chase mutters as we both move closer to Cordelia– the man’s face shifts as if he could sense what we are doing and then he fucking snarls. I punch him in the face, hard enough to send my corn dog flying. He stumbles, hands falling from his face—and I freeze.
His hands fall from his face. “What the fuck?”
It must be the drugs…
It has to be because there’s no way he’s been clawing at his own eyes. But it’s not the wounds that startle me, it’s the small, white fibers that are erupting from the site. Thin strands just writhing from his eyes like something alive.
Once again, he’s clutching his face, and crying before bursting into laughter again. Just as I step forward, the man staggers and runs into the trees.
“What the fuck was that?” I look over at Chase, who’s already moved on.
Am I tripping? Yeah. I must be.
I notice my corn dog on the ground and sigh, my body humming with need.
“Ferris wheel now,” Cordy says with a sultry smile, her arms open wide as she spins around, and I wonder how I could deny her.
I hate her.
Yet her smile–her very presence–is enough to make me abandon my hatred. We walk to the ferris wheel–the drugs have us holding hands–straight vibing. Music blasts in the background as the ferris wheel comes into view, the pink hue from the lights that adorn it illuminate us.
We look ethereal…
The wristbands allow us to skip the line and head straight into an empty cart. Our weight causes the cart to shift when we step in.
“This is so fun.” Cordy laughs, the drugs must have already pulled her under. Chase holds her, sitting her on his lap as he kisses her neck.
“We can have this much fun all the time, Cordy. All the time,” he whispers.
The ride operator doesn’t even look at us as he presses the button, and off we go.
We ascend.
The world tilts under us—neon bleeding into stars, the bass from the main stagevibrates through the metal frame, and warmth spreads to my core before I see them.
Chase and Cordelia make out–their tongues moving slowly within their mouths, his hand grabbing her perfect tit. My dick instantly hardens. She turns to face him, straddling his lap, and then they move slowly as though they want to savor the moment as they devour each other. My hand moves between my legs, slipping inside my shorts, and pulling out my throbbing erection.
Under the moonlight, we move in rhythm.
They create magic, and I admire it.
“Tate,” she breathes as she rolls her hips to the sound of the music. I get up from my spot, careful not to fall, and get closer to them, the cart shifting beneath my weight. Chase doesn’t stop licking and nipping at her skin, one hand palming her ass.
She looks over her shoulder.
“I want you both inside me, looking over the madness,” she commands as her hand disappears between them, and she pulls her thong to the side just before Chase pulls his cock out and sinks inside her.
“Now.”
I don’t hesitate, my hands gripping her thick thighs and raising the fabric of her dress. Her thighs tremble, soaked and flushed.
“So fucking sexy,” I say as I watch her cunt swallow Chase’s thick and veiny cock.
I spit in my hand, stroking my length once, twice. The air is thick with her scent–with the taste of sex, sugar, and Cordy. Falling to my knees, I spread her cheeks before flattening my tongue and then twirling it around her puckered hole, then licking back down. She moves up, exposing Chase’s shaft, and my tongue moves to collect her juices that cover his shaft, then lick back up her ass, making sure that she’s nice and wet before I feed her tight ass my big cock.
“Are you sure?” I growl out.
