Page 8 of Mask & Strap
“Uh huh,” I nodded. “Enjoying how much I want you to stop?”
She looked up at me with that devastating smirk again. “Oh, I’m about to enjoy this even more. Ready to be tongue fucked, baby?”
“What is?—“
In a quick motion, Jax dropped further, pushing her whole tongue inside me. I cried out at the full and tantalizingly wet and warm feel of her. Moving in and out, she filled me, the top of her lip hitting against my clit with each thrust of her face.
With a sudden, unexpected jerk, the cart rocked as the ride started again. Whooshing us down and giving the people below a full viewing of my spread wide legs and Jax eating me out. The small line cheered as we passed, and Jax raised a fist in triumph at their applause. I couldn’t help my giggle at the insanity of this whole situation. But something about being masked, about everyone being masked, helped my normal urge to be embarrassed fade away. No one knew who I was, well, except for Jax, apparently. And I’d never see any of these people again, regardless.
That thought stung me like a wasp in July. Would I ever see Jax again after this night? After the game ended? Did Iwanttosee her again? Or should our fling be left to the rust and shadows of this abandoned clown park?
“Focus on me,” Jax demanded, pressing her short nails into my hips as she held me firm to my seat — and my position against her face. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“You feel… so… good,” I whimpered, barely able to get the words out as my release built. “You fuck me so good.”
“That’s right, I do. God, baby, you’re delicious. Come around my tongue. I want to feel you pulsing around me. I want you dripping down my face — got it? You better fucking soak me in your come, Birdie.”
She pushed her tongue into me harder then, moving faster, thrusting into me with such strength the cart rocked back and forth, swinging us in a terrifying dance as the ride rotated.
Grabbing her hair, my head fell back and my moan wrecked from my chest.
“That’s it, baby,” she murmured against me. “Fuck yes, scream it loud so everyone can hear how good I tongue-fuck you.”
She didn’t have to tell me, but those words, her British accent, her tongue… I shattered, screaming my release as I felt my wetness slick down her lips and onto her cheeks and chin. My orgasm coated my thighs and my ripped fishnets as I panted through my aftershocks of pleasure.
Jax leaned back on her knees, the lower portion of her face glistening with me, and left me with a final smirk before adjusting her mask. Just as I was about to speak — the beep over the speakers rang again.
“Hope you’ve had fun, players. Because we forgot to issue your five minute warning.” The voice cackled sinisterly. “Oh, well. The game is back on. Run, run, run, run…”
“Oh, shit,” Jax said under her breath as the ride creaked to an abrupt halt, leaving us as the second cart to the top.
The three people just above us called out. “Oh, shitis right, Jax. Who’s the pretty kitty? Does kitty wanna play with us?”
“I definitely donotwant to play with them,” I whispered in panic.
“I’m not letting anyone else have you,” Jax said definitively, sending warmth through me again. “Climb onto my back,” she ordered. “Now.”
Something in the tone of her voice told me to listen and not push. Standing on the wobbly cart, I wrapped my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist. Someone jumped, landing on the railing of the ride behind us.
The woman from earlier, in the blue purge mask, stared back at me with chains wrapped around her wrists. I screamed as they reached for me. “My turn,” she threatened. “Give up your toy, Jax.”
“Hold on tight,” Jax said quickly before leaping off the side. I buried my face in her neck, expecting to hit the ground, but instead, Jax balanced on a metal beam before jumping down to another.
The blue mask was on our trail, though. “She’s getting closer!” I yelled over the carnival music.
The blue purge masked jerk landed with a thump behind us as we reached the grass, tossing their chains back and forth in their hold. Two friends in identical masks joined behind her. “Come on, Jax, it’s not nice not to share. Hand her over, and this can be easy.”
Jax set me to my feet and whispered. “Run, Little Birdie. Run as fast as you can.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” I argued.
The blue masked woman menacingly stepped forward.
“I said,run,” Jax repeated lowly.
Reluctantly, I let go of her hand, and did as I was told. Taking off in a sprint that was much easier than it was in heels. ThoughJax’s boots were loose around my feet, they gave me the traction I needed to race into the fog.
Yelling sounded behind me along with the rattling of chains. I couldn’t look back, I was too afraid, and I had no idea where I was going.
