Translucent (21 page)

Companionable silence falls over us as we make quick work cleaning the numerous plates spread across the wooden table. We opt not to indulge in any wine with our meal since we will soon be spinning around, dropping from great heights, and turning upside-down and every other way possible. After Madden pays the bill, we stroll down Ocean Avenue back towards the historic Santa Monica Pier stretching out over the expansive Pacific Ocean.

Much like Venice Beach, the pier is crowded with a wide variety of people in every age, nationality, and walk of life imaginable, which makes it extremely hard to perform my mental inventory of those around me. Again, I’m forced to let it go and pray no one has followed me here and that no one will recognize me. All I want is to blend in with the rest of the crowd. Many of the families with small children are walking in the opposite direction than we are—leaving their day of fun as nighttime quickly approaches. Small restaurants, tourist shops, and street vendors are sprinkled about, but with our already-f bellies and no need for Route 66 t-shirts, we make a beeline to the rides at the end of the landing.

Madden purchases the unlimited ride bands, and once they’re securely wrapped around our wrists, he smiles down at me and asks, “This is your day, so where do you want to start?”

“The rollercoaster,” I answer definitely.

“I’m impressed. No dipping your toes in; you’re going to dive right off into the deep end, eh?

“I’m a good swimmer.”

Grabbing my hips, he pulls me up against him and presses his lips to my forehead. “I bet that’s not all you’re good at,” he rumbles roguishly.

I spin out of his arms and grin goofily. “You bet right. Now let’s go.”

He links our pinkies together and swing them back and forth like an adolescent couple on their first date as we walk towards the West Coaster. A forty minute wait and three minute ride later, I can’t wipe the permanent smile off of my face. Rushing over to the next ride, we then take the Pacific Plunge—a spectacular, nine story free-fall, followed by an attempt to tame the Sea Dragon—a swinging wooden ship painted like a scary serpent.

Adrenaline pumps through my blood stream, releasing massive amounts of endorphins, and my entire body is bustling with excitement. While we wait for the electric bumper cars, I lean back on Madden’s strong frame, and immediately, the feel of his body pushed against mine stirs a heated buzz shooting from my gut, directly south between my legs. I release a throaty moan, barely audible over the noisiness of everything going on around us, but I know he either heard it or felt the vibration, because he pushes his hips into my lower back, then lower as he begins to casually rub his hardening cock up and down between my ass cheeks.

“Is that what you were looking for?” he sensually whispers into my ear.

My panties are drenched with my desire, and suddenly, I’m ready to leave—forget the bumper cars, carousel, Ferris wheel, and anything else we haven’t yet made it to. I rest my head on his shoulder and gaze up at him, allowing my eyes to do the pleading.

“Not yet, my naughty little girl. Let that fire build for me.” He nods his head forward, indicating it’s time to move up in the line, and I reluctantly pull away from him to go get inside my Sig Alert Ev car. Over the next several minutes, I relentlessly pound my car into his every chance I get, hoping to release my building sexual frustration, but instead, the jolts from the colliding cars make me think of Madden pushing himself inside me. I’m a breathless mess of lust by the time I climb out of my orange rover, and I’m not sure I can make it much longer.

Walk over to where he waits for me outside the gate, he’s wearing a boyish smile like a kid on Christmas morning. “That was so much fun!” he exclaims.

“It works. The fire is burning out of control,” I mutter, ignoring his gleeful comment.

“Huh?”

“The carnival thing…it works. My fire needs extinguishing. Now.”

His azure eyes dance with amusement. “You’ll be fine a little bit longer, Blake. Let’s watch the sunset from the Ferris wheel, and then we can go home.”

“Please,” I beg. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I’m hornier than a pubescent teenage boy. I’ve never felt like this before. Maybe it is what he said—the excitement from the dangerous rides, the savory smell from all the fried foods, the sparkling of the colorful lights—or maybe it’s the overwhelming sense of freedom that encompasses me here when I’m with him. Finally, I’m allowing myself to experience…to appreciate…to crave. I’m not worried about who I was, what I’ve seen, or if anyone’s looking for me; the only thing I care about is enjoying myself with Madden.

“I’m not going to fuck you here,” he grumbles with a smoldering stare, “especially not our first time together. You deserve to be coddled and pampered, while I worship you like the sweet girl you are. There will be plenty of opportunity in the future to explore the forbidden act of sex in public.”

“Don’t mistake my timid apprehension for innocence or naiveté,” I advise with a bit more snark in my tone than I intended.

Obviously irritated, he runs his fingers through his hair and inhales a deep breath. Exhaling a few prolonged seconds later, he commands, “Ferris wheel. Now.”

The flame flickering in his eye convinces me not to argue, so I spin around on my heel and stomp towards the massive, circular structure erected high into the air. Neither of us say a word as we wait in line, but the close proximity of our bodies fuels the internal burn scorching through me, despite my brain’s aggravation at him for not giving me what I want.

We load into the red suspended basket when it’s our turn, and he slides onto the bench right next to me instead of across from me. The minute we move up and out of earshot from the people on the ground, he reaches his arm over my thigh and cups my throbbing sex. His burning touch sears me through the denim of my shorts, and I gasp out loud. My eyes, wide with wonder, lock onto his lust-filled irises as he leisurely begins to caress my mound with tantalizing slow strokes of his fingertips.

“This pussy is mine. Nobody else touches what is mine, including you, unless I’ve given you direct instructions to do so,” he states calmly. His fingers ascend up my stomach slightly, only to unsnap and slide into the waist of my shorts so that the silk of my panties is the only thing separating his massaging fingers and my slippery folds. Instinctively, I part my thighs for him. “My pussy will not come unless I’m there to witness it…to savor it…to claim it.”

The ride continues to lift us up into the air, stopping every few feet to allow new passengers to load, until we are soon dangling high above the magnificent coastline. “Forget anyone or anything that has ever had the privilege of touching my pussy in the past. The thought of it turns me into a ragingly jealous, possessive, overprotective son-of-a-bitch who I don’t want to be.”

The tips of his fingers teasingly skim across the hem of my panties, slithering under the drenched fabric. “I never want to take away your freedom to say what you want or to have your own thoughts and opinions, nor do I want you to fear me in any way. Trust—both ways—is what I’m searching for, but I can’t help but feel selfish when it comes to you.” Methodically, he begins to drag his fingertip around the outer rim of my slit as the heel of his hand rotates in small circles, with the perfect amount of pressure on my clit. I know my eyes are glassed over with want, but I keep them steadily on his.

“Look,” he instructs softly. “Look at the sunset with me.” Forcing myself to tear away my gaze, together we watch the fiery sun fall the last few degrees until the endless ocean swallows it inch-by-inch until all that’s left of the blistering sphere are tendrils of muted gold, orange, and pink swirling into the dusky summer sky. “Humbling, isn’t it? Watching a ball of blazing fire disappear right before your eyes?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

We begin to make our descent down to the ground from the top of the world, where we sat higher than the sun itself. Madden’s hand never stops moving, his sensual torture driving me closer and closer to the edge until he finally dips first one, and then two fingers into my slick core. Unable to control the quivering of my legs or the guttural purrs escaping my throat, he glides them in and out of me several times, and then curls them up to rub my sweet spot. I’m trying so hard not to come apart on his hand, waiting for him to give me the command, when suddenly, he withdraws his hand from my body.

“How hot is that fire now?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow as we reach the ground. The attendant unlatches the lock, and we both climb out of the umbrella-topped cabin.

“What are you doing?” I whine with exasperation once we’re away from the waiting line.

Interlacing our fingers, he kisses my knuckles and begins to walk towards the exit. “Taking you home to show off my fire-fighting skills.”

M
ADDEN CAN’T DRIVE HOME
fast enough. The side glances and cocky smirks he keeps shooting my way are about to test out the theory if one can actually spontaneously combust. Wanting to put him in the same dissatisfied state I’m suffering through, I extend my arm over the middle console, brushing my hand over his crotch.

“Careful, Blake,” he cautions.

“Pay attention to driving, Madden,” I reply with a devilish grin. “Don’t mind me.”

He keeps his focus forward on the road as I rub the palm of my hand up and down his growing erection, and when I unzip his shorts to slide my hand inside, he releases a feral growl. Stroking his shaft on top of his boxers, I honestly can’t believe I’m being so forward in my actions, but I left my prudent self-control somewhere on that Ferris wheel, high above the Pacific Ocean.

Before I know it, we’re pulling into his driveway; he must’ve picked up speed over the last few miles as the provocative tempting lost its humor and became a bit more serious when it was him being teased. He kills the engine and turns to look at me, the sexual tension between us so dense I can feel it resting heavily on my skin.

“Upstairs. My room. Now.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Bounding from the car, we both race up the stairs, stripping away articles of clothing en route. I don’t need the slow, seductive stripping tonight. Regardless if it’s our first time together or not, I need him inside of me more than I need to live.

By the time we’re both next to his bed, he’s only wearing his boxers, and I’m in my black silk panties. Now comfortable with his eyes sweeping my body, I stand perfectly still and wait for him to tell me what to do, accepting he’s in control when we’re in bed.

“Turn around slowly; let me see all of you,” he says.

As he wishes, I gradually rotate around in a circle, allowing him to drink in my image. He steps towards me and engulfs me in his arms, lowering his mouth to mine. His kiss quickly transforms from soft and sweet to intense and passionate. Our hands roam each other’s body at will, caressing, embracing, and stroking as our tongues explore the mouth of the other, neither relaxed nor rushed. His fingers glide the band of my panties down my legs until they’re lying at my feet, revealing my smooth pussy. Unhurriedly, he walks his fingertips from my belly button down to my mound, the anticipation growing with each touch until he finally slides one finger slightly lower to dip into the burning wetness of my slit. His mouth returns to mine, swallowing the gasp of sensual satisfaction I release once his finger is inside me. Gliding his finger back and forth between my swollen clit and my soaked center, he ensures it’s all coated with my slick desire.

From the hours of build-up and the excruciating way he left me hanging on the Ferris wheel, I’m ready to detonate at any moment. Pulling his mouth from mine, he lifts his finger, drenched with my arousal, and traces the tip around my full lips until they glisten. He smiles lazily at me, his blue eyes blazing with lust.

“There are no words to express how much I want you, Blake. I promise to be gentle; I don’t want to hurt you in any way,” he says huskily, cupping my face.

I nod and smile to assure him. “I know. I trust you.”

He picks me up in his strong arms and places me on the bed, with my back resting up against the headboard and my legs spread out in front of him. He crawls up the bed in-between my legs and leans forward so his mouth is hovering right above one of my rosy nipples. Lowering his face, he pulls the peak between his lips, moaning my name as he flicks his tongue back and forth, causing it to harden immediately. The other breast receives the same treatment, except with his fingers, flicking and pinching as I begin to writhe with pleasure underneath him. I arch my hips up to grind my scorching sex against his tight stomach, desperate for friction and pressure. His free hand travels the length of my stomach, then around my lower back and down to my ass cheek, I wrap my legs around his waist so my pussy is nestled snugly against his abs. My fingers lace into his long locks, alternating between tugging his hair and pushing his head onto me, as he continues to caress my chest.

He moves his mouth down my stomach, stopping to kiss my belly button, slowly tracing a circle around it with his tongue, and then licking and kissing lower until his mouth lingers above my sweet spot. Grinning impishly, he raises my thighs up and rests them on his shoulders, so his face is mere inches from my aching pussy. My body hums with a feverish eagerness, trying hard not to come yet. Grabbing my hips with both hands, he gently tugs me down on the bed so I’m lying flat on my back. Then, not wasting another second, he buries his face in-between my legs and devours me with his mouth. His tongue brushes against my inner thighs before nuzzling and flicking my pebbled clit, and eventually sliding into my throbbing core.