For a second, my mind goes to a dirtier version of what he could mean until a sly grin stretches across his face, pointing to the Ferris wheel.
“I mean, go on that ride.” He chuckles. “Although, if you have other ideas in mind, who am I to deny you what you want?”
Pressing my lips together, I shake my head as I playfully push on his chest. Reaching for my hand, he reels me back until I fall against his chest. His arms band around me, holding me close as he leans in to whisper, “Think of all the naughty things I could do to you up there.”
I gasp at the thought, staring up at the Ferris wheel moving above us. Each car is covered with blue glass surrounding it. While you could very much see through it, there’s still plenty that can’t be seen at a hundred eighty feet in the air.
“Like what?”
He doesn’t bother to look around him, careful of who may hear him as he replies, “For starters, I want those sexy as fuck legs spread open for me while I feel you cum around my fingers.”
Instantly, my face heats at the visual he’s put in my mind. I picture Brix kneeling in front of me, as the Ferris wheel moves, with my legs spread open for only him to see.
His eyes blaze, recognizing where my thoughts have drifted, too, as his hand wraps in mine, tugging me with him toward where the line starts. Each long second that ticks by as we wait feels excruciating.
I rub my thighs together, rocking my ass against his Brix, feeling his hard cock against the curve of my ass. He tilts his head forward, blowing his hot breath against the column of my neck.
“Do you know how fucking hard you’re making me right now?”
“No…” I trail off, tilting my head toward his.
“Hard enough that if you keep that shit up, I’m going to cum in my fuckin’ pants in front of all these damn people,” he grunts harshly, stealing my breath with every word.
Brix does dirty talk very well. No matter who is around to see or hear, the thoughts and images he puts in my mind can turn me up to another level.
When we are finally next in line, Brix doesn’t wait for the man to hold the door open for us, helping me into the lift and pulling me into his lap.
The sexual tension must be thick around us, as the operator laughs before slamming the door shut behind us.
With each rider joining, we move higher and higher into the sky. Wrapping my arm around Brix, my fingers rake through the hair at the base of his neck, kissing my way up toward his ear.
“Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
Brix trails his fingers over my knee, up my thigh to the edge of my shorts. Once his fingers reach the apex of my thigh, he drives me wild when he runs his finger back down my leg forcing my body to tremble with need.
My breath comes out heavily with each stroke of his fingertips. When he reaches the hem of my shorts once again, my legs fall open further, tempting him.
“Please,” I plead quietly, begging him to touch me where I want to feel him most. I grind down on him, earning me a heavy growl.
“Ivy,” he grunts.
“Brix, please,” I cry. We’re slowly reaching the top, and all I can think about is him touching me. I don’t give a shit where we are or who can see us, I want him to put me out of my misery right here.
He continues his slow and agonizing torture of dragging his fingers over my legs, loving how my body reacts to him. His mouth kisses his way up my neck, as my fingers grip his hair, holding him to me.
When his fingers reach my upper thigh once again, I reach down, clenching my hand around his.
“If you don’t touch me, I will.”
Groaning, he mutters, “Fuck,” before he finally gives in to me. When I let go of his hand, he stops, telling me he wants me to help him.
I’m in a daze, not following what he means at first before folding my hand over his. Adjusting my legs over his thighs, keeping them spread open, he guides our hands along the edge of my panties, tracing them.
My stomach clenches with anticipation when his finger grazes along my wet core, as he murmurs in my ear about how badly he wants me right now. The sound of blood rushing through my body sends me into a spiral. The thought of what we’re doing, the possibility of someone seeing or being caught sends a spike of adrenaline gushing through me.
His hand slips under my panties, brushing over my clit. I tilt my head back against his shoulder, feeling my body tremor with need.
“So wet,” he mutters. “So fucking sexy.”