Page 22 of Freaks Of Nature

It makes me giddy.

We dismount, then the helmets come off; along with his gloves. Arms snaked around one another, we’re already kissing as we push into the house.

We make it down the hallway to his bedroom, lips locked, my hands tangled in his hair, his finding their way under my shirt.

Ash’s heated touch roams my bare skin with growing passion—my waist, my ribs, my back.

When we stumble through the door frame, I kick off my shoes before breaking from his kiss to rip the hoodie over my head. Then my hands dive under his.

He doesn’t need another cue. He helps me get it off and lets it drop behind him.

I watch the flare in his eyes ignite as my palms slide over his smooth chest. His tattooed pecs are too big for my small hands. I splay my fingers to grasp more of him.

My curious fingers drift lower to explore the ridges of his abs. The muscles flex under my caress. He’s rock solid everywhere.

Ash wears his jeans low; no belt. I bring my hands together over his stomach, hovering where a darker trail of hair leads to his fly.

I can feel his anticipating stare on my face as I release the button and drag the zipper down.

My eyes flick to his. “You know,” I say, pushing his briefs and pants down over his hips, “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He squints through one eye. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.” I give the waistband a tug, then motion for him to sit on the bed.

Ash plops down, leaning back onto his elbows.

Eyes on him, I lower myself between his legs. I run my hands over his thighs from his knees toward his crotch, sliding inward.

The slow, teasing motion earns me a groan. Ash bites his lower lip the way that makes my inhibitions crumble.

My pussy clenches at the sight of him. I lean forward, stroking his thighs like that again and watching his cock twitch in response.

I take his stiff length in my hand to stand him up and squeeze him a little while stroking him with my thumb.

His pulse beats against my palm. I think he’s swelling more at my touch, and I’m considering the possibility I might very well choke on him. With or without the piercing.

A bead of pre-cum awaits my tongue at his tip. I flick across to lap it up, then direct my attention to his jewelry.

Capturing his hooded gaze, I tease the ring. My thumb skims the length of his shaft down to the metal barbell in a slow pump.

My worry of whether I’m any good at this is cut off by the hiss through Ash’s clenched teeth.

I close my lips around the head, my tongue swirling the ring again before I slide lower.

The smooth head of his cock glides across the roof of my mouth toward the back and panic tickles up my nape. I pause, using my hand around the base of his shaft, because I don’t think I can fit it all.

I keep the pumping motion going, sucking him deeper down my throat, bit by bit to push my limits. I love the way he fills me. I can’t get enough. He feels so good.

My hand falls away as my lips stretch around the thick base, and then, oh God, take it all.

My hips rock. My clit throbs. The sensation of him at the back of my throat almost makes me come. It’s tight and slick and hard to breathe, but I don’t stop. I slide his length over my tongue again and again, taking every last inch.

Saliva pools around the seal of my lips. I swallow, and my throat squeezes him on his next thrust.

I moan around him as he fills me all the way to the back again. My pussy aches. I need him there, too.

The hum that carries from my lips up his shaft earns me another groan, and his hips buck to thrust himself deeper. I don’t think I can take it.