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SAM

I was so tempted to stay butt naked in Thor’s house until he came back from the cook-off. It would have been lovely to greet him, nude and writhing, touching myself and demanding that he strip down. Seriously, the look on his face would have been priceless.

Unfortunately, Charles started sending me panicked texts shortly after Thor left.

Hilda spilled the beans to everyone, so I return to knowing smiles and a barrage of questions. The whole damn circus wants the dirty details.

Charles just wants to ensure I’m not pregnant.

I play it coy, still riding the high from Thor’s tongue work.

Finally, after the first show of the night, I sit down with Hilda and Mark in the staging area as the stagehands reset the arena.

“So…” Hilda leans in and whispers. “How was it? Did you contort on his pole? Did you walk his tightrope?”

“Hilda!”

Mark sighs, “At least one of us is getting laid.”

“Well,” I say, leaning my chair back. “I didn’t exactly get laid…”

“But you were there all morning.”

“Yeah. Thor made me breakfast… and then he ate breakfast, if you know what I mean.”

Hilda slaps the table. “Yes! Was he good?”

“ So good . Like, unfuckingreal. He was so good at it, in fact, that when he was done I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until he had to leave.”

She slaps the table much harder.

“You came and passed out on him?” Mark asks. “You know that’s the man’s move, right?”

“I know. I know.” I put my head in my hands. “I felt so bad. But he was so cute and nice about it. He let me sleep, made me coffee… he even took this amazing picture of me while I was passed out—“

“Enough,” Hilda says. “You’re making me jealous.”

“Same,” Mark adds. “Ah, to be in love.”

“I didn’t say I was in love…”

Just as I plant my chair back down, Thor walks in through the flap guided by a stagehand. An uncontrollable smile breaks over my face.

“Yeah,” Mark says. “You didn’t have to.”

My little circus family crowds us as I start introductions.

Everyone beams, doting over Thor like I just brought home a giant puppy.

He smiles, shakes hands, repeats everyone’s name back to them, and compliments their performances.

Hilda pesters him about how much he can lift, eyes wide when he throws a bunch of big numbers at her.

I get a lot of looks from my friends that say, He’s a keeper.

Yeah, I think I know it.

Charles sticks his nose in the air but is otherwise polite. It’s funny watching him try to act tall around Thor: there’s at least a foot difference between them.

“How old is he, anyway?” Charles scoffs in my ear.

“About your age,” I lie. “Though, he doesn’t look it.”

“ Focus ,” he insists.

Once everyone has had their fill of my guest, they give us some space.

I show Thor around our little backstage, explain the transitions between each act, and take him to my partitioned wardrobe.

It’s not much—a stool, a mirror with lights, and a small rack with my unitards—but the curtains give us privacy.

“That was a lot,” he says, fidgeting with the collar on his button-up. “How did I do?”

“Better than I did at the cook-off.”

“Are you kidding? Everyone loved you.”

I smile. “Same here. Well, everyone except Charles, but that’s because he thinks you’re going to steal me away.”

Thor doesn’t respond, but a mischievous grin on his face makes me think that he’s considering it.

What am I even thinking?

We’ve known each other for almost two days… it’s a carnival romance, a summer fling… there’s not enough time for it to be anything more than that.

Since Thor’s already seen me in my birthday suit, I don’t have a problem stripping down in front of him. The show has already started, but I’ve got a good forty minutes until I need to be on my mark.

He stands in the corner, watching me intently as I slip out of my sweatpants and take off my shirt.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I whisper. “These curtains aren’t soundproof. Everyone would hear us.”

“I’m a patient man, Sam.”

I glance at the outline forming in his jeans. “Tell that to your cock.”

“I can control myself.”

“Oh?”

I hang my clothes on the rack, tilt my head, and slink over. Without warning, I press my butt against him, gasping as that big dick grinds against me. Slowly, I bend and touch my toes.

“You don’t mind if I stretch, do you?” I ask. “I need to get warm.”

Thor doesn’t hesitate. He runs his fingers from the hem of my panties, up my spine, and into my hair, wrenching my head back and sending a vicious jolt through my body.

“I can get you warm.”

“I thought you could control yourself?”

I feel my panties pulled to the side, exposing everything I want him to take. Just beyond the curtains, I hear people talking and rushing around. The fabric shifts in their wake. We’re like two horny teenagers in a dressing room at the mall, and I fucking love it.

Thor leans over me and whispers in my ear. “You’re making that impossible.”

We rise together, keeping my back pressed against him.

He kisses my ear, my neck, hands exploring my body and making me wet.

“Fuck me…” I huff. “Please. Right now. I need it.”

“Are you sure? Someone could peek in.”

“I don’t care…”

I tilt my head back and find his lips. It’s a deep, quiet kiss.

His fingers toy with me, combing over my mound. I whimper into his mouth and taste warm spices on his tongue.

“Don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg, turning to face him with my arms around his shoulders. I plead onto his lips. “We have time. I want that big cock. I want you to cum inside of me. I’m on birth control, Thor. You can have me. Right now. Right fucking now.”

His eyes go wide. Everything floods out of me, all my desire, all the tension, all the filthy thoughts that have been occupying my mind.

Thor lifts me by my ass, planting me down on the vanity. The flimsy thing shakes and quakes as I wrap my legs around him. We’re kissing too passionately, making too much noise, but I don’t care.

I need to know what his love feels like.

But just as I grab his belt buckle, Thor snatches my hand. He stares into my eyes, panting softly. “Not here. Not like this…”

“Oh, God. You are torturing me. You know that?”

“You started it.” He smiles. “I don’t want to be restrained for our first time. I don’t want to be quiet or careful. When I have you, Sam, I want to have you. I want the whole night ahead of us and no one around to hear you moan.”

“Almost there,” I whisper. “We’re racing out of here the moment I’m done performing. Understand? You better drive fast .”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I press my head to his, staring down at the stiffness in his jeans.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask.

“It’s torture,” Thor says. “But you’re worth the pain.”

I meet his eyes, those big, beautiful blue eyes.

“You shouldn’t feel pain because of me…”

He lets me slide down his body until I’m on my knees.

“Sam…”

I shush him with a finger to my lips and undo his belt buckle. “I owe you, remember? Besides, if I don’t do something about this now, you’ll blow the moment you’re inside of me.”

“You’re probably right…”

Thor lets me reach into his pants, take his warm, firm cock in my hands, and pull it completely out. A giant cock to match a giant man. The meaty thing pulses in my hand, feeling hotter with every passing heartbeat.

I lick him once, twice, swirl my tongue along his flush head and take all the precum beading there. “Fuck, you taste good.”

“Sam… we shouldn’t.”

“Quiet.” I stroke him softly. “Cum for me. Quick. I want it. And I’m not performing until I’ve got what I want.”

Thor holds the vanity to steady himself. I’m surprised the old thing doesn’t collapse.

I stare up at him, mouth agape, begging for his cum.

When it’s clear he wants more, I slowly fill my mouth with him. I open wide, taking as many inches of the man as I can. The salty taste of his flesh slides along my tongue, pressing toward the back of my throat.

I hold the belt loops of his jeans, bobbing up and down and moaning words that vibrate his shaft and make him tremble and quake and whisper my name until—

An explosion so wonderful that I close my eyes and watch the colors flash in the darkness. I swallow everything, toes curling, knees hurting, and lips sealed tightly around his perfect cock.

Just beyond the curtains, people rush by, working hard.

In here, on my knees, I hum and smile up at my carnival romance.

Thor’s chest heaves, and he runs his fingers along my chin. “I can’t wait to get you home.”

We practically run out of the tent after the show.

We stop at my trailer to grab my bag of sleepover essentials, and I stop to talk to a little girl calling out for Valkyrie.

She tells me that my performance was the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen and that someday she’s going to be a dancer just like me…

sometimes, this gig ain’t so bad. After that, we're in Thor’s truck and tearing out of the fairgrounds before Charles even realizes I'm gone.

Tomorrow night is the final show for the fair. By now, we've got everything dialed down; I don't need to be there until show time. That gives me all night and all day tomorrow with Thor…

After that, the circus packs up and heads out. Another town, another county fair. Some new place with jerks who can't keep their hands to themselves... the same carnival games, cheap prizes, and fried foods.

But no Thor Larsen.

What happens to our summer fling when that time comes?

It's a full moon tonight, a little cooler for July. I hang halfway out the passenger side window, watching the moonlit fields roll by like ghostly waters.

"You were incredible," Thor says. "I could watch you do that every night and never grow tired of it."

"That makes one of us."

"What do you mean?"

I sit back and stare at him. Thor has one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the center divider. Soft blue cab lights illuminate his blocky, handsome face. He smiles like life is simple. Every time I look at him, it does feel simple…