17. Alice

17

ALICE

A fter everything that's happened with Lars—how he forced me to quit my job, chased me across town on his bike, and violated my privacy by following me home—I can't help but question my sanity for agreeing to a second date.

Yet, as I draw closer to the carnival, I feel butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach. No man has ever made me feel this way before. The memory of our hot fuck on his bike, followed by the raw intensity of our alleyway hookup, followed by a lot of sex at my apartment, makes me wet. Sex with Lars both times was the hottest, most primal experience of my life.

I pause at the entrance, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Steeling my resolve, I step into the carnival, searching for him. The familiar sights and sounds wash over me. Still, I can only focus on the anticipation of our next encounter.

I get out my cell phone and text Lars.

Where are you? I'm here at the carnival.

I hit send, anxiously awaiting his response.

Seconds feel like hours as I wait, my eyes darting around the bustling carnival grounds. Just as I'm about to text him again, my phone buzzes with his reply.

Come and find me, princess.

A jolt of excitement courses through me at the pet name he's given me. I can practically hear the taunting lilt of his voice.

Don't be a jackass. Tell me where you are.

I hit send and wait, tapping my foot on the floor.

My phone buzzes with Lars's response.

You'll learn not to call me names over text, princess. Since you want to be difficult, I'll make it harder for you to find me.

A surge of frustration wells up inside me. Of course, Lars would turn this into a game. Part of me wants to rebel, to storm off and forget about this whole mess. But a stronger part—the part of me that can't resist his pull—is intrigued by the challenge.

I look around the carnival, trying to think like Lars. Where would he hide to make me work for his attention? My gaze lands on the Ferris wheel, towering over the fairgrounds. A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. Of course—he'd want a vantage point to watch me squirm.

Without a second thought, I stride toward the ride's entrance, pushing through the crowd. The carnie working the gate eyes me skeptically as I approach.

"One rider?" he asks, hand outstretched for the fare.

I shake my head. "I'm looking for someone."

He raises an eyebrow, but I slip past him before he can protest. My eyes scan the loaded carriages as they sway gently overhead, searching for that familiar shock of dark hair...

There! In one of the carriages near the top, I spot him—Lars is leaning back casually, a lazy smile playing across his lips as he watches me. He's made no attempt to hide himself.

I feel a rush of desire, my body heating up under his intense gaze. Two can play at this game. I hold his stare boldly, placing my hands on my hips in a silent challenge.

I wink at Lars, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. And then, I turn and dash into the crowd, weaving my way through the throng of carnival-goers. My heart races with exhilaration as I put distance between us, knowing I'll be long gone by the time he makes it off the Ferris wheel.

I navigate the fairgrounds with practiced ease, dodging excited children and distracted parents. The scent of popcorn fills the air, mingling with the distant screams of thrill-seekers on the rides. But I have a specific destination in mind.

The carousel looms ahead, its colorful lights and whimsical music drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I quickly pay the fare and climb aboard, choosing a black stallion with a flowing mane. As the ride begins to move, I feel a rush of childlike glee, the world blurring around me in a kaleidoscope of colors.

I pull out my phone, my fingers flying across the screen as I text Lars.

Catch me if you can, big boy. I'm hiding now, and you won't find me easily.

I hit send, a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. I know I'm playing with fire, but I can't resist the temptation to push his buttons.

As the carousel spins, I watch the crowd, scanning for any sign of Lars. But he's nowhere to be seen.

The ride stops, and I disembark, blending seamlessly into the crowd again. I can't evade him forever, but I'll revel in this small victory.

The memory of our first date at the Tunnel of Love flashes through my mind, and I know it's the perfect place for Lars to catch me. It's almost poetic in a twisted way.

As I approach the entrance to the ride, I pause for a moment, scanning the crowd for any sign of him. But he's nowhere to be seen.

With a deep breath, I step into the dimly lit tunnel, the sound of running water and cheesy romantic music filling my ears. The air is cool and damp, and I shiver slightly as I make my way along the narrow path.

Suddenly, a large hand wraps around my neck from behind, yanking me backward into a solid wall of muscle. I gasp, my heart leaping into my throat as I feel his hot breath on my ear.

"Caught you, princess," Lars growls.

A thrill of fear and desire courses through me. I try to turn to face him, but his grip on my neck tightens, holding me in place.

"You thought you could run from me?" he murmurs, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. "You should know better by now, Alice. I always catch what's mine."

I whimper at his possessive tone, my body responding to his touch despite my better judgment. I find myself leaning back into his embrace, craving more of his touch.

"Is that right?" I question.

Lars grabs my hand, his grip firm and unyielding as he drags me into the ride. I stumble behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides.

As we approach the entrance, Lars nods at the ride operator. "Shut it down; no one else is going on this tonight," he says.

The operator gives him a knowing smirk. "You got it, Lars."

Lars turns to me, his eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity. "Get in," he orders, gesturing toward the waiting boat.

I hesitate momentarily, my gaze darting between Lars and the dark tunnel ahead. I should refuse, considering how much of a fucking ass he's being, but goddamn it, I'm too weak to resist the passion. He's the first man to ever make me orgasm so hard during sex, and I'm not about to walk away from that.

With a shaky breath, I step into the boat, the cool plastic seat sending a shiver down my spine. Lars climbs in, his large frame causing the boat to rock slightly as he settles in by my side.

As the ride begins to move, gliding smoothly into the dimly lit tunnel, I feel Lars's arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His touch is electric.

The boat slows to a gentle stop, the soft music and rocking lulling me into a sense of peace. But the moment is shattered as Lars's phone lights up, the screen illuminating his face with an eerie glow.

My eyes widen as I catch a glimpse of the text.

I've shut it down. Text me when you want out. ??

I know exactly who it's from. The operator of the ride.

Lars lets out a low chuckle as he pockets his phone. "Looks like we've got the place to ourselves, princess."

Before I can respond, he reaches down and begins to unzip his pants, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and challenge. "Come on, don't be shy. Sit on my cock, and we'll see how long you can last without screaming." He pulls his huge pierced cock out and strokes it, making my mouth water.

Lars's eyes smolder with raw desire, and a smug smile plays at the corners of his mouth. That damn confident, panty-dropping smirk of his always gets me.

He runs his fingers through my hair, gently urging me closer. "Go on, princess. Don't be shy. I know you want a taste."

I take a steadying breath, not wanting him to see how much he affects me. Glancing up through my eyelashes, I flash him a mischievous smile. "Mmm, I do love a challenge."

I sink to my knees before him, enjoying the way his eyes darken with lust. Slowly, I reach out, my fingers grazing his muscular thighs as I gently cup the heavy weight of his balls. I give them a gentle squeeze.

My tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive tip of his cock and lower to the ring pierced through his frenum. I hear his sharp intake of breath and feel his abs tensing with anticipation. I smile, loving having this effect on him.

Keeping my eyes locked with his, I swirl my tongue around the head of his pierced cock, teasing the slit before sucking the tip into my mouth. I savor the salty taste of him.

"Fuuuck..." Lars curses, his hands tightening in my hair as he tries to guide me further down.

I hum in response, enjoying how my teasing drives him wild. Slowly, I take more of him into my mouth, my tongue swirling and flicking as I hollow my cheeks, creating a suction that has him groaning loudly.

"Damn, princess, you're good at that," he grits out, his hips bucking slightly.

I moan around him, the vibrations causing him to hiss and tighten his grip on my hair. Sucking him deeper into my throat, my tongue dances and teases as I try to take him as far as I can. My hand wraps around the base of his shaft, stroking in time with my mouth.

Lars curses again, his breath coming in sharp pants. "I'm close... Fuck. I need to feel you ride me now, princess."

Lars grips me with strong hands and pulls me up to straddle his lap. I can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against me.

"Impatient, aren't we?" I tease, my voice coming out breathless.

Lars says nothing, his eyes glittering with lust as he rips my dress open, baring my breasts. His mouth crashes down on mine, kissing me fiercely as his hands roam over my body. I arch into his touch, my back bowing as my nipples rub against his chest.

I feel his hand slide between my thighs, stroking my wet folds. "No panties, princess? You're such a dirty girl."

He teases my clit, circling it with his fingertip before plunging two fingers deep inside me. I cry out at the sensation, my hips bucking against his hand.

"It looks like you were planning for this, weren't you?"

I can only whimper in response, my body thrumming. I try to move my hips, needing more friction, but he holds me still, his fingers curling inside me.

"Not so fast, princess," he says, his breath hot against my ear.

He lifts me up slightly, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. I can feel the slickness of my arousal coating my thighs, and I grind my hips down impatiently. I whimper loudly, feeling the tip of his cock start to breach me.

"You're so damn wet for me," Lars taunts, dragging out the moment. "Tell me how much you want it."

I bite my lip, feeling the stretch as he slowly impales me with his thick shaft, and the metal of his piercing grazes me. My muscles clench around him, and I moan loudly, unable to hold back my need. "Please... I need you... Fuck me, Lars. Now."

"Good girl," he purrs, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight against him, and forcing me down hard so every inch is deep inside me.

With a smooth motion, he stands, still buried deep inside me. He lays me down on the boat's seat while I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling deliciously dominated by his strength.

Lars uses his body to pin me in place. The hard length of him fills me so completely, stretching me to the point of discomfort, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

He pulls out slowly, taking his time as if enjoying the sight of his thick cock sliding out of my dripping pussy. Then, with a swift motion, he thrusts back into me, driving me against the bench.

I gasp at the force of his thrust, feeling the boat rock with the impact. Lars grips my hips, holding me steady as he begins to move with purpose, his strong arms and powerful thighs doing all the work.

The water laps gently against the boat, the romantic music a stark contrast to the raw, primal sounds of our bodies slamming together. Lars groans, the muscles in his neck bulging as he plunges into me again and again.

"You feel so damn good," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "Tightest pussy I've ever had." He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes. "And the only fucking one I'll ever be inside again."

His words shouldn't affect me this way—they're possessive, controlling, and utterly insane. We've known each other for a week, and he's talking about permanent ownership? But as his fingers dig into my throat, cutting off my oxygen, my mind spins into overdrive.

I can feel my pulse throbbing in my neck, his thumb pressed firmly against the pulse point. Instead of struggling, I find myself melting into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

God, it feels good to surrender. Let go of the resistance and simply submit to the raw desire between us.

Lars's thumb presses against my windpipe, cutting off my air supply. It should scare me. I know it should, but instead, my body welcomes the loss of control.

"This cock," he says, giving a particularly harsh thrust, "this is the only one you'll ever fucking see again. You're mine, Alice. You worship my dick and only my dick until the day you fucking die."

His words should send me running in the opposite direction. But instead, a shiver runs down my spine, and my body responds with a jolt of unadulterated pleasure.

God help me. I want to be his.

I arch my back, offering myself to him, my body begging for more. "Please, Lars," I whisper.

Lars pulls out slowly, filling me again with a brutal thrust that sends shocks through my body. "Say it," he demands, his eyes fierce. "Say you're mine."

My breath comes in ragged gasps as he pounds into me. "Yes," I moan, my head falling back. "I'm yours. Only yours."

Lars growls, his control slipping as his thrusts become more frantic. "That's right, princess. You're mine. Scream it."

"I'm yours!" I scream, my back arching as he drives into me harder. "Lars! Oh, god, yes!"

I crane my neck, offering him more access as his hands press harder against my windpipe. My vision darkens at the edges, and my breath comes in short, raspy gasps.

"Good girl." Lars's deep voice rumbles with approval, and he finally releases the pressure on my throat, allowing precious oxygen to flow into my lungs.

The momentary reprieve is short-lived as he grips my hips tighter, pulling me onto him as he thrusts with renewed fervor.

"Do you like that, princess?" he asks, his eyes burning into mine. "Do you like it when I choke you?"

All I can do is moan as he hits that magic spot deep inside me. His piercing drags against my sensitive flesh with each ruthless thrust. "Yes, I…I." I can't even fucking talk. He's driving me crazy.

"No more talking, princess," he orders, his hips snapping upward in a particularly forceful thrust. "Just feel."

He doesn't need to tell me twice. I'm past the point of coherent thought as the pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of his thick cock. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake.

Lars grunts with each powerful thrust, his eyes never leaving mine. "Come on, princess. I want to feel that tight pussy milking my cock."

His dirty words send me spiraling. I can feel the pleasure building and tightening low in my belly, threatening to spill over and consume me.

Lars leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "That's it," he whispers. "Let go. Scream my name."

His whispered command pushes me over the edge. My back arches, my core clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. My moans echo off the tunnel's walls, mingling with the gentle splashing of water.

Lars groans, his eyes sliding closed as he surrenders to his own release. "Fuck, Alice," he grits out, his body stiffening as he fills me with his cum.

We stay locked together for a moment, our chests heaving as we catch our breath. I can feel his heart pounding against mine.

He kisses me, his lips gentle and tender despite the ferocity of our fucking. I melt into his touch while the boat gently rocks beneath us.

"That was..." I trail off, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what just transpired.

Lars chuckles. "I know."

The sound of laughter drifts toward us, and the boat starts to move, making me stiffen.

"What the actual fuck?" Lars's brow furrows.

His phone dings, and I glance at it.

"Sorry, man. Ty wasn't happy. Told me to get the ride back open."

"Motherfucker. I'll kill Ty for this shit."

I scramble quickly to button up my dress and smooth my hair down as Lars tucks his still semi-hard dick back into his pants. As the boat returns to the start, the operator gives us a knowing look that makes my cheeks heat.

"What now?" I ask.

Lars smirks, and his smile makes my stomach flip. "I've got a surprise for you, princess." With that, he climbs out of the boat and helps me off, leading me back into the carnival.