Chapter 3 3

Travis

The event is packed, with colorful lights and plenty of people from school scattered around the stalls. To kick off the night, we head straight for the Ferris wheel. The problem is that Drake and Sasha take the cabin right in front of ours and seem to be practically devouring each other in their seat.

Celine lets out a little laugh, glancing at me sideways.

"They seem to be having fun" I say, trying to break the ice.

She grins mischievously, boldly sliding her hand along my leg over my jeans.

"Yeah... We should do the same."

Her touch sends an immediate shiver through me. This girl has nerve, and I like that. Without thinking too much, I close the gap between us and we start kissing. Her kiss is good, but while my mouth is busy, my mind keeps drifting somewhere else entirely.

Soon we hear Drake and Sasha shouting and teasing us from the cabin ahead. We break the kiss and look over at them. Actually, my gaze goes straight to Drake. He's wearing an expression of pure amusement, genuinely thrilled to see us together. Noticing how happy he is about my romantic arrangement, I feel the reality of us ever being together drift even further away , almost impossible.

To make things worse, or better, Drake pulled out a mini bottle of whiskey he'd been hiding in his jacket. It's already made its way around every mouth in the group. I'm not much of a drinker, but tonight feels like it calls for anesthesia. I take a long sip, feeling the liquid burn down my chest.

After we get off the ride, the girls step away saying they need to go somewhere,I don't quite understand why. I'm already a little tipsy, my head slightly dizzy from the whiskey.

Drake comes up from behind and drapes his arm heavily around my neck. He has no idea what he does to me when he gets this close. He leans in toward me, his mouth right up against my ear, and speaks low, his deep voice sending an electric charge straight down my spine:

"The girls are waiting for us somewhere you're going to like."

I don't quite understand what he means, but the warmth of his mouth so close to my ear leaves me completely off balance. Unable to think straight, I just follow his steps without hesitation.

"Man, where are we going?" I ask, trying to focus my eyes.

We're walking through a dark, deserted area behind the canvas stalls of the fair. Drake just laughs, mysteriously, and up ahead we spot the girls. Sasha and Celine are perched on top of what looks like a deactivated mobile bleacher, left there in the dark. Drake gives me a light push and we start climbing the metal steps toward them.

Drake quickly leaves me in front of Celine and moves to where Sasha is already waiting, and the two of them start their usual makeout session. The atmosphere around us is heavy with tension, the muffled sound of music coming from the main party seeming to echo in the distance, as the four of us isolate ourselves in that dark, forbidden corner.

It's the perfect kind of setting for inhibitions to disappear completely, especially with the effect of the drinks we've been having all night.

I look at Celine, who smiles, extends her hand and pulls me down to sit beside her on the makeshift bench. We start kissing again. Her touch is immediate, full of an urgency that seems to match the electricity of the moment. Her lips are soft and she gives herself to the kiss with an intensity that should fill

every one of my thoughts and erase the rest of the world around me.

The problem is that we're so close to the couple over there that I can even hear the sound of their kisses. Every sigh and whisper that comes from Drake and Sasha seems amplified in my mind.

And Drake's scent on the shirt I'm wearing only makes me think of him even more. It's a strong, woody fragrance, mixed with the distinctive smell of his skin that soaked into the fabric when he lent it to me earlier. That scent invades my senses with every deep breath I take, creating an uncomfortable confusion inside me.

I try to push it out of my head and focus on Celine's kiss, warm and wet, and her far-from-innocent hand already sliding down to my leg and finding me again. She knows exactly what she's doing, moving her fingers with a boldness that raises goosebumps on my skin through the fabric.

The contrast between what I feel physically and what's going on in my mind creates an overwhelming internal conflict, but physical pleasure starts calling the shots.

To hell with the couple next to us, the alcohol has already loosened me up, and the fact that Celine has undone my jeans buttons and zipper and has her hand around my cock, working me, has had me hard for a while now.

The sensation of the cold night air against my exposed skin, quickly replaced by the firm, comforting warmth of her fingers, dissolves any remaining hesitation. My whiskey-clouded mind decides to simply surrender to the moment.

I hold her neck firmly, caressing it and pulling her closer as I breathe deeply. I feel her pulse beneath my fingers, the heat of her body pressed against mine, and I try to sink completely into this tangible reality, forcing my eyes shut to block out any other distraction.

I just didn't expect her to come between my legs and start trailing kisses down my neck and then further still, moving down a little more and taking my cock into her mouth like that. The swift, deliberate movement catches me off guard, pulling an involuntary gasp from my lips before I can even process the change in rhythm.

It's too much for me, having her lips around my cock. I start moaning with every move of her warm, wet mouth taking me in deep. The sensation is overwhelming and takes over my entire body, making my hands bury themselves in her hair to guide the rhythmic movement.