Twisted Minds (16 page)

Pushing her back further on the table, I arched over her, licking the batter off her nose. She closed her eyes as my mouth traveled lower and lower.

With the remaining batter on my fingers, I rubbed it onto each one of her nipples, loving the goosebumps that appeared on her body at my touch.

Up until this point I’d taken it pretty slow, but now it was time to get serious. She was about to find out who I really was. I licked the batter off her left nipple, before closing my mouth around it and sucking.

Kira gasped, grabbing onto the back of my head, but I slammed her arms down, locking them into position so she couldn’t move. I’d wanted her for so long, wanted to wrap my mouth around those pink nipples since the moment I’d met her, and I wasn’t going to let her interfere in any way.

“Nate, you’re hurting me,” she cried, and when I glanced up I saw uncertainty flash across her face.

“Good,” was my response as I stared right into her eyes.

My mouth returned to that pink bud, massaging my tongue against it, sucking on it until she gasped in pain. Then I moved onto the other one, still keeping her arms pinned in place as my cock continued to grow harder and harder.

As she started to moan, I pulled away and released her arms, pinching her right nipple. She let out a cry of pain, but her eyes were bright, shining. She fucking loved it.

My mouth traveled lower and lower, sucking on her soft skin before I reached the boundary of her shorts.

“Nate, wait,” she said, and I sensed alarm in her voice.

I ignored her.

My fingers sought the button of her shorts, undoing it before tugging on the zipper, and pulling them right off her long legs.

Oh, my fucking God. She was wearing a white thong. The pathetic excuse for fabric barely covered her pussy, stretching across her hip bones. Her panties were completely soaked—she was wet for me. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, I knew she wanted me.

She was trying to sit up now, her face growing hot, she was spluttering now, obviously not thinking that I would’ve taken things this far.

I pushed her back down and tore those pathetic panties right off her, throwing them across the floor. Then I stood over her, studying every inch of her body in awe.

Those perfect breasts, the tiny waist, and the wide hips. Her wild, blonde hair was fanned out perfectly beneath her. Big blue eyes studying me in trepidation. Full lips open expectantly. Her pussy was smooth, pink—she liked to take care of herself. She took my breath away.

She had fallen silent, her chest heaving up and down with anticipation as she waited for me to make my move. I didn’t hesitate a second longer. Pulling her legs apart, my mouth sought the wetness that had been growing between her legs—the very heart of her.

Spreading apart her pussy, my tongue swiped eagerly against her soft flesh. Her wetness began filtering into my mouth, slow at first, and then faster and faster.

Soft moans floated out of her mouth, making me incredibly horny. And hard. Goddamn my dick was hard.

It was practically throbbing as it tried to push its way through my pants and into her sweet, little pussy. But it wouldn’t be claiming it today. I wanted to take my time with Kira. I wanted to break her apart and put her together again.

“God,” I groaned into her pussy. “You taste so fucking amazing, Kira.”

She moaned and moaned—and then she screamed.

“I-I,” she gasped. “I’m going to cum.”

She was writhing on the table as though she was possessed, but I didn’t stop. I kept licking at her, relishing her pussy juices on my face, loving the way she tasted. She was crumbling in my mouth, all that toughness gone.

It was all over my mouth, but I didn’t care. I kept licking as she deflated, as though the life had been sucked right out of her.

“Oh, my God,” she breathed, reaching out for me.

For some reason, I let her. Normally, once I was done, I was done. I didn’t do the whole cuddling after sex crap, but this time something was different. I needed to be beside her. I needed to hold her.

Collapsing beside her on the table, I let the smell of cum and batter drift over me. Surprisingly, I found Kira’s warm fingers entangle themselves in mine. What surprised me even more was I drew closer to her, draping an arm across her bare chest.

My body relaxed naturally against hers, and for a moment it felt as though everything in my messed up life wasn’t so messed up anymore.

For a moment, I had a glimpse of what a normal life could be like.

A life with someone like Kira.

Eighteen

Fair’s Fair

“Come on, buddy!”

Finn’s enthusiasm voice knocked me right out of the dream I’d been having about fucking Kira, and back into reality.

The wheels in my brain turned sluggishly as Finn’s overly cheerful face took up my view. Nope, definitely not even close to Kira and her ass. Though, he did look like an ass.

“Waking up to you in my bed wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for.” I sat up, running my hand through my hair before scratching my head as I glared at him.

“Don’t pout,” Finn said, picking up the pillow beside me and raising it over my head in warning. “It’s time to head to the fair.”

Before I could even warn him about attacking me with the pillow, he hit me square in the face with so much force that I was rendered speechless. The stunned look on my face had Finn cracking up, and I heard female laughter from out in the hall.

Glancing towards the doorway, I found Theresa standing there, her shoulders rolling with laughter. “Oh, Finn, that was a little uncalled for first thing in the morning,” she chided him, but continued laughing anyway as she disappeared down the hall, her voice fading away.

Finn shrugged a shoulder, and I knocked him off the bed with a little too much force. “What time is it?”

“5:30,” he responded cheerfully. Laughing, he got up and stretched his arms over his head. “Rise and shine, my sweet cupcake.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, trying to get some vision in my bleary eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you people? Is this some kind of small town torture?”

“It’s a goddamn fair, Nate. Not water boarding.” Theresa appeared in the doorway again with a pile of clothes neatly folded in a laundry basket. “I did your laundry for you. Now get out of bed and into some clean clothes,
or else
. You have ten minutes.” Her tone was firm, commanding, and motherly. Something foreign to me, yet I identified with it immediately because I hurried out of bed, knowing she meant business.

A doting mother wasn’t something I was used to at all, and a part of me liked the feeling of having someone truly care about me. Theresa wasn’t doing my laundry because I paid her to; she was doing it because she cared.

“You’re gonna love it.” Finn’s voice was full of enthusiasm as I changed into my clean clothes and trudged downstairs after him. “Just the whole vibe of getting together like this in a small community is so much fun.”

“Mmhmm,” was my response as I chewed on a banana muffin in the kitchen, watching Theresa seal the lid on a container full of some kind of pastry.

There were numerous other large containers stacked on the counters and table—I’d say about ten to twelve—that were filled with every kind of baked treat imaginable. My eyes fell on the large carrot cake I’d helped Kira make yesterday after we’d cleaned up the mess in the kitchen.

Just then Kira strolled into the kitchen, looking ruffled as Joe followed after her. “Dad, I’m telling you. There isn’t enough room in your car for everything. We’re gonna have to put some in Finn’s car, and then mine and-”

She stopped mid-sentence as she caught sight of me, immediately flushing pink. No doubt what I’d done to her yesterday was replaying in her head, just like it was replaying in mine.

I wanted to do it again; lick batter off her hot, little body. I wanted to feel her come undone beneath my tongue.

Kira’s face flushed again, deeper pink, as though my thoughts had snuck into her head.

“What’s wrong?” Theresa asked, pausing as she turned around to meet her husband and daughter.

“What with the tables and the chairs, and the sign and the tent, it seems there ain’t no more damn room in our car,” Joe explained. “We’re gonna have to divide the containers of food up between everyone’s cars.”

“Well, that’s not a big deal. Finn and Kira can take all the food in their cars. Will that work?”

“It should do, yeah,” Joe said with a nod, looking around at me.

“Dad does this every year,” Finn informed me with a roll of his eyes. “And we come to the same solution each time.”

The next thirty minutes involved packing Finn and Kira’s cars with the food that hadn’t made the cut for Joe and Theresa’s van. Just as Finn and I were done placing the last container of mini apple pies into his car, Cass showed up in her annoyingly pink beetle.

“Sorry I’m late!” she apologized, tumbling out of her car in a hideously short dress, and flashing Finn and I both in the process.

“It’s okay, babe,” Finn said, leaning down to plant a kiss on her head.

Ugh.
Babe
. I did the smart thing and promptly walked back inside.

Cass buzzed around for the next five minutes, all full of enthusiasm and excitement, like some sort of coked up bee. It wasn’t until we were all set to leave that I noticed she was sitting up in the front seat of Finn’s car and that there was no room for me in the backseat.

At least not in his car.

“Guess you’re riding with my sister,” Finn said with a shrug, talking to me through his rolled down window.

From behind him, Cass gave me a fake sad face. I ignored her.

“We’ll see you guys there,” I said, trying to act casual as I climbed into Kira’s car.

Kira was the last one to back out of the driveway. As soon as we were on our way, at a close distance behind Finn’s car, she immediately reached for the radio and turned it on. A clear sign she wasn’t up for a conversation, especially about the previous day.

With little effort, I leaned over and switched it off.

She shot a glare at me.

I returned it.

She turned the radio on again, and I flipped it off.

“What is your deal?” she demanded, hitting her palm against the steering wheel. “This is my car.”

I fixed her with a “let’s get real” look. “Don’t you think we should talk?”

She colored again. “There is nothing to talk about. Yesterday shouldn’t have happened. I should have controlled myself better.”

“Batter?” I asked, cocking a hand against my ear as though I’d misheard her.

She blushed an even darker red at the mention of batter. I knew her mind had immediately flashed back to the scenario in the kitchen.

“Stop it, Nate,” she snapped.

“So was it really a mistake?” I turned completely in my seat and leaned closer to her, grazing my fingers against her smooth neck. “Because from my position, it looked a hell of a lot different. You looked like you were kind of enjoying yourself.”

Kira was staring adamantly at the road ahead, but goosebumps popped up on her skin as I touched her. My fingers trailed down the neckline of her top, tracing the line of her ample cleavage. She made no move to brush my wandering fingers away.

“Actually,” I said, letting my breath tickle her neck, “it was a pretty nice position. Those silky thighs, that smooth pussy, those sweet juices.” My fingers wandered lower, finding their way to the hem of her skirt.

Her breath hitched, and she froze. I could feel her pulse quicken, and her breathing fell unsteadily.

“I would give anything to taste you right now.” My fingers trailed up her thighs and to the heart of her. She had a pair of lace panties on, and a part of me was dying to see what color they were—if they were those lacy, white panties that had been seared into my memory. “I would give anything to have you in my mouth again.”

Through the lace, I could feel how wet she was. I rubbed her through the fabric, and a slow moan escaped her mouth. Feeling victorious, I dug my nails into her firm thigh and pulled away from her.

Kira’s disappointment was so strong that it crashed down on me like a wave. She glanced around at me, blinking repeatedly as though she’d been shocked back into reality.

“Unfortunately,” I began, easing back into my seat, “that will never happen again because this was all a mistake to you.”

Her daze was quickly replaced with anger. “Yes, it was,” she snapped.

I wasn’t sure who she was trying to fool, but her anger sure as hell wasn’t fooling me.

The rest of the drive to the fairground was awkwardly uneventful. It gave me some sense of pride knowing that I had finally gotten to Kira, that I could have her if I wanted to. Yet, at the same time I couldn’t help feeling annoyed she thought we were a mistake.

After parking the car, we made several trips back and forth between the car and the Walshs’ booth. As I helped Theresa set up their tent, she told me they almost always got the same space each year.

By the time we’d set everything up, the gates were just opening to let the trickle of early goers in. Theresa and Joe were in charge of the booth first, which gave Finn, Cass, Kira, and I time to wander around. We met up with their friends first—Buddy was as surly as ever; Amanda just as boring; Amy enthusiastic as ever; and Jackson, he was higher than a cloud.

Even though Finn was trying to engage in conversation with everyone, it was pretty obvious he was more into Cass than anything else. His hand lingered on her back, guiding her through the people who were mingling around us.

His smile was broad as she spoke to him; his eyes studying her in a way which made it clear he was having some X-rated thoughts about her. Cass wasn’t exactly subtle about her feelings either. She laughed a little too loud at his jokes, smiled a little too hard as she spoke, and flirted a little too much than what was necessary.

When Finn caught my eye, I made a gagging motion. He rolled his eyes at me, and went back to focusing on Cass who was practically glowing from the attention he was giving her.

Amy was gravitating towards Jackson today, who seemed surprised and pleased with the attention. Buddy kept his arm firmly planted right above Amanda’s ass and kept shooting me “back off” looks.

Kira, on the other, glowered at me as we walked around, unimpressed that she was forced into a pairing with me, considering everyone else was lost in their own couple worlds.

I tried to take in as much of my surroundings as I could; the various stalls; the interesting food; the carnival games; the rides. Couples were walking around, hand in hand; families with kids running around wide-eyed; friends standing around and playing games at the chance of winning a stupid novelty prize.

It was at one of the ball toss games that we paused, watching a teenage guy trying to toss a red ball into a line of rotating clown heads. And failing. The cute girl with him didn’t seem impressed as she stood beside him.

“Sorry, buddy, that was your last ball,” the man in charge of the game said with a commiserating look. Like he cared. He was only there to make money.

“I can try again,” the kid said to his date, but she was already walking away.

“That’s what you said the last three times.”

The kid followed after her, and Buddy took over, flexing his muscles as he took the three red balls. “This is gonna be so easy,” he bragged to Amanda.

She was too busy staring at some guy in the near distance to care, but her eyes flickered back to him, and she nodded with a forced enthusiasm.

To say that Buddy was worse at the ball toss game than the kid was an understatement. He missed the clowns’ mouths entirely, and ended up paying for three additional games after that just to prove it was rigged. Even Amy and Jackson had left, wandering over to one of those strength tester games instead.

“Let me try,” I said impatiently, as Buddy swore under his breath and finally gave up after his fourth game.

Buddy snorted and muttered something under his breath as I paid the guy two dollars and took the three red balls from him. Finn was watching me with a knowing look on his face—he already knew how this would end.

My first attempt wasn’t so great. The ball bounced off a clown’s cheek and disappeared behind the stall. Buddy snickered and puffed his chest out as though he had somehow become more of a man because I’d missed.

Following the rotating heads from side to side, I tried to calculate where to throw the ball so it landed in the mouth of the middle clown.  Just as his head turned, I saw my in. I threw the ball “into the future”, where I knew the clown’s mouth would be next. It flew cleanly threw the air and landed perfectly in the clown’s mouth.

“Whoo hoo!” Amanda cheered, to which Buddy let out a low snarl.

Ignoring him, I handed the remaining red ball back to the guy behind the stall who pointed out the prizes I could choose from. My eyes followed the line of giant stuffed animals—gorillas, bears, monkeys, dolphins—finally settling on a black and white panda.

“That one,” I pointed out.

With a nod, the guy retrieved the panda and handed it to me. Without really thinking too much about it, I handed it over to Kira. Her eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

“Thanks,” she said uncertainly, holding it against her side. “I’ve actually never gotten one of these before.”

Finn was staring at me as though I was completely foreign to him. Thankfully, Cass began whispering in his ear and distracted him from coming over and saying something to me. It wasn’t a big deal—it’s not like I wanted a giant stuffed animal.

Buddy glared at me and stormed away to where Jackson and Amy were still watching people suck at the strength tester game. Maybe doing well at that game would boost his ego and make him feel like a man again.