Sex, in Dean’s experience – and he’s got the experience – is like an amusement park attraction. Like the biggest, and the best, roller coaster right in the middle of the park. The one with the longest line, the one you spend all day hyping yourself up to ride as you fill up on greasy food and anticipation. And afterward, once the adrenaline wears off and your feet are back on solid ground, you might ride it again. Hell, sometimes you ride it until you’ve got whiplash and are sick to your stomach. But eventually, when the excitement of something new wears off, everyone wants off the ride.
The first taste of someone’s lips – no, the first taste of Allie’s lips – is like warm funnel cake. Like powdered sugar and caramel sauce and, damn, her mouth is so warm it makes his brain short circuit as he backs her against the pillar. He braces his hand against the material draping the column and groans into her mouth when her head hits the back of his hand instead. She makes this little panting sound as he turns her around to mouth at her neck, and even as she rambles about her breakup and her guilt, he already knows from just one taste of her that this is going to be the best ride of both their lives.
“This is a one-time-thing,” she insists as he tugs at the strings of her corset and spins her around.
But Dean’s already picturing next time as the breath of her giggle hits his lips before she breathes, “Tell no one.”
“I got it.”
He licks his promise into her mouth and tastes powdered sugar, alcohol, and the best bad decision of his fucking life. Because the fairy dress is ridiculous and sexy, and Allie kisses like she’s desperate to know what a thrill feels like.
Dean knows the deal before she even says it. He knows he’s the dirty little secret she’ll tuck into the back of her mind when she gets back with her boyfriend. He knows he’ll catch her eye across the room and remember her lips around that joint, her nails clacking against her phone screen as she turned him down with DO NOT CALL saved into her phone, her wide, gorgeous eyes looking a little too soft when he said, “I’m Six Flags, baby. Everybody wants a ride. They come for a good time, not a long time, and that’s fine by me.”
And her soft, “Is it?”
So yeah, he’s going to make this one-time-thing the best thing either of them has ever had.
Because Allie loves roller coasters, and Dean, it turns out, is desperate to see her ride one.
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