Page 94 of The Need to Know

“Clutch,” Ezekiel praised.

We clinked cups and took a sip of our beers before attacking the wings. It was a team effort, Ezekiel let me have some of his wings and I let him have some of mine and my fries. He liked the flats and I liked the drumettes, but we both weren’t that picky in the long run.

As stuffed as I was from my beer and the delicious wings, I had eyes for one more thing. A must for every visit to the Belmont Fair.

“Sure you got room for something else?” Ezekiel asked as he delicately took his time cleaning his hands with a wet wipe.

“I’ll make room.” I left the table and quickly rushed over to the vendor selling fried dough, fried Oreos, and funnel cake. No trip to the Belmont Fair was complete without funnel cake.

I bought one to go and made sure to get one of their available white plastic bags so I could carry my wings too.

“Ooh, that is tempting.” Ezekiel was standing by the vendor with our things.

I took out my funnel cake and held open the bag and Ezekiel piled in the remaining boxes before I placed my cake on top.

“Want me to get you one?” I offered.

“Nah, I don’t need a whole one,” Ezekiel said.

I eyed him good, letting him know I wasn’t playing. “I’m not sharing.”

Ezekiel pretended to pout. “But we always share.”

“Ezekiel,” I began as I patted his broad chest, feeling nothing but solid flesh beneath my palm. “I like you, you’re cute, but I don’t share my funnel cake with anyone.”

He lifted a brow and soon surveyed our surroundings. He came back to me, tilting his head to the side. “Come take a picture with me?”

Off in the direction he was gesturing toward was a large wooden rectangular box with a lit up sign out front showing that a photo booth was inside. No one was around this area, too busy caught up by the games and food by now.

“Scared?” Ezekiel teased, measuring my reaction.

It was just a strip of pictures. What was the big deal? “No.”

I followed Ezekiel over to the photo booth. Instead of there being a curtain to get in, there was a sliding door, and overhead was a green light showing that it wasn’t occupied.

Ezekiel went in first and I climbed in next. Surprisingly, the booth was roomy enough for us to sit next to each other, but I chose to sit on his lap after I stowed my bag and purse under the bench Ezekiel was sitting on.

I was in the middle of his lap and I could feel all of him.

Oof. I’d naïvely forgotten how good he felt and how big.

I think I can take it all.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said to me.

I placed my hands to my knees and arched my back as I wined into his lap for a moment, being silly. “Nah, it’s a party.”

Peeking back at Ezekiel, he was staring at my waist and where my ass met his crotch.

Taking over, his hands guided my back to his chest and his lips soon were on my exposed neck.

“Oh,” I let out in a breathy voice as I completely relaxed against him.

In a bold move, Ezekiel went and unbuttoned my shorts. He unzipped my zipper slowly as his lips stayed on my flesh. I didn’t know what was happening, but I just knew what I felt. And I felt good.

“Oh shit.” I moaned at the feel of his hand slipping into my shorts, under my panties. His long, expert fingers found my clit and gently massaged it, causing my legs to fall open and my moaning to increase as I reached out, clutching his shoulder.

What more, Ezekiel took his other hand and brought it under my cami, beneath the cup of my bra, and began caressing my left breast. He was gently sucking on my neck as his hands worked magic on my body, making my limbs and soul loose. I was putty in his grasp as my eyes rolled to the back of my skull.