Yes

Emily inhaled, breath hitching in her throat, and pressed her body flush against Cam’s. The drinks coursing through her made everything feel looser, warmer—like her limbs were melting into the beat of the carnival lights. The Ferris wheel spun slowly above, casting waves of red and gold over her bare shoulders, down her back, over the hem of her skirt that lifted just slightly with the breeze.

Cam’s hands landed on her hips, firm and greedy, pulling her closer until she could feel the full press of him against her ass. She swayed slowly, deliberately, grinding her hips back in time with the rhythm she’d seen Tasha moving to just feet away. Her own hands slid over his thighs, trailing inward. When she felt the bulge straining in his jeans, she didn't stop—she cupped it softly, then pressed her fingers against the shape of him, teasing through the fabric.

Her dress rose inch by inch, aided by his fingertips curling under the hem. The fabric caught for a moment on her thighs before yielding entirely. Emily let it, never turning around, keeping her eyes ahead, watching shadows twitch on the support beam across from them.

She could see her silhouette now, hips rolling in slow, deep circles as his hand slid between her legs. He found her panties already damp, the thin cotton clinging to her slit. With a low exhale, he slipped beneath the edge, dragging fingers along her slick lips and teasing her clit in feather-light strokes.

Her breath came harder now. She bit down gently on her lower lip, trying not to make a sound even as her knees nearly buckled from the sensation. His fingers slipped lower, sliding into her—slow, shallow, curling just enough to make her gasp—but she swallowed it down, leaning harder into him.

She guided one of his hands to her chest, pressing his palm over one aching breast, then under her top, no bra to stop him. His fingers closed over the sensitive flesh, rolling her nipple between them as she rocked back harder, chasing the friction. Her head tilted, exposing her throat again, and he took the invitation—his mouth brushed the side of her neck, then opened against her skin, sucking until she trembled.

Lights spun overhead. Her panties stretched between her thighs, pushed aside and soaked now. His fingers never stopped moving inside her, curling and thrusting in a rhythm that mimicked the one still visible behind her in shadow.

Tasha cried out softly just beyond the metal support, and Emily’s own moan nearly escaped her.

But she held it. Held everything, riding the edge with Cam pressed into her back and his cock straining against her. Her thighs trembled. Her body screamed. Her fingers gripped the cold metal of the ride beam beside her for balance, breath shuddering through clenched teeth.

She came silently, pulse crashing under her skin like thunder. And Cam never stopped touching her.