Page 11 of Freaks Of Nature

His eyelashes flutter. His knuckles stroke my clit over my panties, and I know they’re soaking wet to his touch.

With a muffled moan around my breast, he pulls the material aside and slides across my bare flesh.

I whimper. I’m so close my muscles tremble.

Ash flicks my nipple with his piercing again. “Fuck me, baby girl,” his voice implores me. “I want to feel you come around my fingers.” And then he pushes two into me in a slick glide.

The tingling races toward my core, adding to the pressure my body struggles to contain. It’s too much too fast.

Ash moves his fingers in and out of me, his thumb pressing down on my clit, and my orgasm explodes.

I convulse. My hips buck under him as I grind against his hand, his fingers still pumping in and out of me in a quick rhythm.

My walls clench around him in a steady beat with my pulse when I hear a cracking of branches. My eyes flick to the side and what I see makes the rushing blood in my veins run cold.

The glowing blue stitches rendering a face.

A scream ruptures in my throat. I push at Ash’s shoulders to make him move, but he doesn’t catch on.

“It’s him. He’s here!” I shove him harder, as my bare tits retain his attention.

“Who?”

“The guy with the mask,” I reply, struggling to adjust my bra and shirt with him still on top of me. “The one who’s been chasing me downtown.”

Ash straightens, his eyes scanning the shadows by the trees.

After a long moment, he turns back to me, shaking his head with a skeptical expression. “I don’t see anyone.”

I feel a drop in my stomach. I’m starting to believe I’m imagining him too. How would he have tracked us all the way out here on that rocket of a bike?

Ash

Perfect. Fucking. Timing.

I curse inward.

Emily’s scream pierces my ears. I feel her feeble attempts to push me off, but I’m reluctant to comply.

“It’s him. He’s here!” Her legs kick at my sides as she tries to sit up.

“Who?”

“The guy with the mask. The one who’s been chasing me downtown.”

I take my time to straighten, then drag my eyes over the tree line.

“I don’t see anyone.”

But my words don’t reassure her. When I turn my head back to her, I recognize how scared she is.

My shoulders drop, and I run a hand through my hair. I know the moment is ruined.

“C’mon.” I nudge my head toward the bike. “I’ll take you home.”

Emily looks up at me with a hint of surprise, like she expected me to keep going despite the abrupt shift in her.

I can’t lie. I want to. I want to fuck her so badly riding home with the bike thrumming between my legs is going to be torture. I’m so hard it hurts.