Rocky stretched backwards, extending those long, shiny black legs outwards and clasping his hands behind his head.
“Do you know what, Flipp? We’re at a funfair. Let’s have some fun.”
Flipp took a breath in, filling up with burnt sugar and engine oil. Bells and sirens and screams and motors rose and fell around her. Night was creeping in and the coloured lights were beginning to glow. There was a trashy magic in the air and a sexy man at her side. The seduction was in full swing.
“Okay.” She smiled at him and pinched a thigh. “Fun’s good.”
“Are you a roller coaster or dodgem girl? My money’s on roller coaster.”
“You collect. I’m a thrill seeker.”
“I knew it.” He bent to take her lips, long and languidly, before pulling her up by the wrist and leading her over to the Dive of Doom.
“Okay,” said Flipp, her dinner threatening to escape her stomach in advance. “I know I said I was a thrill seeker, but that thing looks as if it might collapse at any moment.”
The metal struts bent and buckled at odd angles, giving the structure a perilous Tower of Pisa appearance.
“You like safe thrills? Oh, Flipp.” Rocky pretended disappointment. “Tell you what. I can take your mind off it. Ever made out on a roller coaster?”
Flipp’s high-pitched laugh was barely audible over the clack-clacking of the cars as they slowed to a halt, disgorging their green-faced cargo to try to find their feet once more.
“So I can die in your arms? That makes me feel so much better.”
Rocky dragged her into the car beside him, waiting until the safety bar was pulled across before letting his fingers stray beneath the hem of her tie-dye tennis dress.
“I like this,” he breathed into her ear. “Nice and short.” Flipp squirmed as she felt the spidery march of his fingertips up her thigh. Then she sighed as he began to nip and suck at the side of her neck until the only dangerous curves on her mind belonged to her and not the roller coaster.
He found the elastic border of her knickers just as the car jolted forward and began to move jerkily along the track. She squealed at the unexpected graze of teeth, then put her head back and shut her eyes, sensing the upwards climb but seeing nothing, feeling nothing but the sly, sneaking finger finding her most intimate parts right here in the open air of the fair. They were in the front of the car, so even people oblivious to their own white-knuckle experience would not be able to see what Rocky was up to on his own special, secret thrill ride.
The slow ascent seemed never-ending and Flipp was tempted to open her eyes and see how high they were, but somehow Rocky’s talented fingers kept her locked into her sightlessness as they crept closer and closer to her juicy centre, stroking in an elliptical motion around the widening split of her lips.
“Nearly at the top now,” he whispered. His thumb made contact with her clit, pressing down and then rotating it. “Aaaaaand…down.”
Underneath the screams, Flipp’s moans of pleasure found Rocky’s ears only. Her stomach dropped, yet it seemed part of the sensation in her pussy, connected to it by a thread, enlarging and deepening the excitement.
When the plunge was finished and the car began to crawl to an even greater height, Rocky continued fingering Flipp, finding every special spot, making her bite her lip and shift her bottom continuously in the moulded plastic seat. She knew she was gushing all over his hot, rough skin and she sighed when he managed to fit a firm digit up inside her, swivelling it while he flicked at her clit, preparing her for the rush of her life, taking her higher and higher and higher, until…
“Come,” he muttered into her ear after three looping swirls, at the top of the very highest drop, and she was ready. She fell, swan diving, into her orgasm so that it burst upwards like a fountain from her crotch, its ecstatic spray drenching her every fibre. She screamed, just like everyone else, but the quality of Flipp’s scream was deeper and more intense, ending in a closeness to tears rather than a giggle of excitement. Air rushed past her ears and she thought she might fly if it weren’t for Rocky’s hand planted so firmly at her crotch, keeping her rooted to the spot.
“Oh my God.” She half wept at the foot of the drop. “Oh my God. Where did you learn that?”
Rocky laughed at her dazed face, kissing the damp spots beneath her eyes.
“Bad Behaviour 101,” he said. “Didn’t you take that course?”
“Take it?” she said, willing the tremor out of her voice, replacing it with smoky allure. “I wrote it.” She clamped a hand down on the leathery bulge below the hem of his T-shirt, liking what she found there.
Rocky waited for the safety belts to rise automatically before taking her hand and stepping with her out of the roller coaster car.
“Oh really? You’ll know all about the things you can get up to in the Hall of Mirrors, then?”
Flipp followed the direction of his gaze, reacting with a low, thrilled chuckle. Rocky had shot to the top of her Sexually Adventurous Lovers chart within two days of their meeting. What on earth could he have in store now?
“On reflection, I think I do,” she said, laughing at Rocky’s deep groan.
The Hall of Mirrors was unattended, and Rocky managed to grab a traffic cone on their way over and place it at the entrance.
“Don’t want to be disturbed, do we?” he whispered, pulling her past pane after pane of elongated or squat or highly focused versions of themselves. “Oh, now, this is my favourite.”