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Chapter Eleven

Ferris Wheel

Tate

I can’t stop thinking about being inside Cordelia. Especially with her in that dress, I want to rip it off her, teasing her until she’s begging for our cocks. But instead, we are walking down the strip in search of food and probably hitting the ferris wheel.

The sun is long gone, and neon lights move around us as we move closer to the tents–and the stage.

Crowds gather around shouting as Lana Del Rey’s “Summertime Sadness” mix plays on the speakers.

My head bobs with the beat as Chase walks arm-in-arm with Cordy, both stopping at a small, black vendor stand–Korean hot dogs.

The crispy outside made my mouth water, or maybe it’s just the drugs that I took…

Everything is becoming too much.

My skin prickles as heat swarms my body. From the corner of my eye, I watch a man devour another while pressed up against a tree. Both are looking like they’re ready to fuck each other when something shifts within the trees.

“Tate, let’s go,” Chase calls to me, holding up a golden crisp corn dog in the air as he takes a bite of his while Cordy looks at the trees as if they are calling to her–I wonder what she’s thinking.

My feet move, but everything is becoming too much.

The lights… too bright.

The blaring music… too loud.

The party goers–grinding and melting into each other like heat-fueled animals.

I look over at Cordy as she bites into her food, her tongue flicking out to taste the sauce, and all I can think is–I want it to be my cock.

I want to eat her alive.

Fuck her until I forget how to speak..

Wrap her in vines and sleep inside her.

God, what the fuck is this?

The drugs?

The need?

Her?

Truthfully, I don’t care what it is but it feels good.

I grab my stick from Chase–he’s already high as hell, vibing with the music and letting the summer night breeze caress his beautiful face as he watches Cordy like she’s a god with only worship and devotion in his gaze, when a man bumps into him.

“Sorry man,” Chase says. but the man stands between us–no shirt, bloody lips, with his hands pressed into his eyeballs.

He laughs. Then sobs. Then laughs again.

Cordy steps back, and so do I.

“Let’s go,” Chase mutters as we both move closer to Cordelia– the man’s face shifts as if he could sense what we are doing and then he fucking snarls. I punch him in the face, hard enough to send my corn dog flying. He stumbles, hands falling from his face—and I freeze.

His hands fall from his face. “What the fuck?”

It must be the drugs…

It has to be because there’s no way he’s been clawing at his own eyes. But it’s not the wounds that startle me, it’s the small, white fibers that are erupting from the site. Thin strands just writhing from his eyes like something alive.

Once again, he’s clutching his face, and crying before bursting into laughter again. Just as I step forward, the man staggers and runs into the trees.

“What the fuck was that?” I look over at Chase, who’s already moved on.

Am I tripping? Yeah. I must be.

I notice my corn dog on the ground and sigh, my body humming with need.

“Ferris wheel now,” Cordy says with a sultry smile, her arms open wide as she spins around, and I wonder how I could deny her.

I hate her.

Yet her smile–her very presence–is enough to make me abandon my hatred. We walk to the ferris wheel–the drugs have us holding hands–straight vibing. Music blasts in the background as the ferris wheel comes into view, the pink hue from the lights that adorn it illuminate us.

We look ethereal… The wristbands allow us to skip the line and head straight into an empty cart. Our weight causes the cart to shift when we step in.

“This is so fun.” Cordy laughs, the drugs must have already pulled her under. Chase holds her, sitting her on his lap as he kisses her neck.

“We can have this much fun all the time, Cordy. All the time,” he whispers.

The ride operator doesn’t even look at us as he presses the button, and off we go.

We ascend.

The world tilts under us—neon bleeding into stars, the bass from the main stage vibrates through the metal frame, and warmth spreads to my core before I see them.

Chase and Cordelia make out–their tongues moving slowly within their mouths, his hand grabbing her perfect tit.

My dick instantly hardens. She turns to face him, straddling his lap, and then they move slowly as though they want to savor the moment as they devour each other.

My hand moves between my legs, slipping inside my shorts, and pulling out my throbbing erection.

Under the moonlight, we move in rhythm.

They create magic, and I admire it.

“Tate,” she breathes as she rolls her hips to the sound of the music. I get up from my spot, careful not to fall, and get closer to them, the cart shifting beneath my weight. Chase doesn’t stop licking and nipping at her skin, one hand palming her ass.

She looks over her shoulder.

“I want you both inside me, looking over the madness,” she commands as her hand disappears between them, and she pulls her thong to the side just before Chase pulls his cock out and sinks inside her.

“Now.”

I don’t hesitate, my hands gripping her thick thighs and raising the fabric of her dress. Her thighs tremble, soaked and flushed.

“So fucking sexy,” I say as I watch her cunt swallow Chase’s thick and veiny cock.

I spit in my hand, stroking my length once, twice.

The air is thick with her scent–with the taste of sex, sugar, and Cordy.

Falling to my knees, I spread her cheeks before flattening my tongue and then twirling it around her puckered hole, then licking back down.

She moves up, exposing Chase’s shaft, and my tongue moves to collect her juices that cover his shaft, then lick back up her ass, making sure that she’s nice and wet before I feed her tight ass my big cock.

“Are you sure?” I growl out.

“Yes.” She pokes out her ass gasping, “I need both of you.”

Fuck me.

Chase lets out a groan as he feeds her his fingers and then pulls them out, full of spit. I watch as he inserts the fingers into her ass–stretching the hole before placing a hard smack to her ass.

“She’s ready for you.” Chase breathes out as I line up to her ass and push in just the tip. Pressing slowly, careful not to hurt her, my dirty, little stepsister takes us both in–and she moans; the kind of sound that makes my skin shiver.

We move in sync, Chase rocking upwards as I drive in from behind until she’s filled from both ends, caged between us.

“You take us so well, baby,” I coo as I thrust into her. Chase hums in agreement. “Soo good, Cordy. You were made for us.”

That she was.

Her body takes it all.

Demands.

Commands it.

The cart sways–the island pulses with life beneath us.

Cordy throws her head back on my shoulder, and Chase’s hand snakes up her neck, holding her jaw.

“Look at me, Cordy.”

He makes her look at him as we both move, thrust for thrust, pleasure rolling through the three of us like a drug on its own.

“I can feel everything,” she cries as her body tightens.

“We got you, baby,” Chase reassures her, as I lean down, kissing the crook of her neck.

“We always got you, even when you run,” I add. She moans, causing my balls to tighten. I grip her hips tighter, my thighs shaking, the rhythm building. There’s nothing left but her.

Her voice.

Her heat.

Her body.

We are moving together–giving her everything. Lost in us–our bodies grinding in perfect rhythm as the music blasts and the wind tangles through her braids.

Then she comes hard.

Her body clenches around us, shuddering violently, and at the same exact moment, something ripples across the island below.

The lights flicker.

The bass drops.

A strange static hisses through the sound system, and I look down to see a few people stumbling below. Looking up, small particles dance in the wind; the kind that will make you think it’s some type of dust–unless you know what you’re looking at.

Spores .

My gaze moves to the vines that wrap around the ferris wheel as Chase’s grunts become deeper–his movements desperately rocking Cordelia into my cock. Then the vines shift.

Just a little.

What the fuck.

The heat keeps gathering at my center, my balls beg for release, her hands move towards the night sky, and then I follow her to hell.

We both cum, filling both of her holes with ropes of sperm.

She collapses between us, but before I can do anything, some kind of commotion breaks out just as we begin to reach the bottom.

I’m still in a daze from the drugs–from the sex–but I see a woman wearing no clothes charge at a man while armed security guards trail behind her. My lips thin, and my eyes narrow as I try to understand the situation, but then small hands tuck my dick back in my pants.

“You wouldn’t want the entire island to know what we did,” Cordelia purrs as she pats the wet spot on the fabric of my pants.

“Earth to Tate,” Chase drawls, slapping the back of my head. The cart door opens and we step out, my gaze remaining on the liquid spilled on the floor.

Is that blood?

It can’t be. That’s a lot of fucking blood.

I don’t dwell on it too long–the drug has my brain foggy, the music has my body thrumming, and Cordelia has my body longing. Nothing else matters.

“Welcome to Madness–” the DJ shouts over the speakers just before the bass drops and fireworks illuminate the sky.