Page 12 of Freaks Of Nature
But I don’t push her. I need her to trust me for this to work out.
I zip and button her jeans before dragging her ass off the picnic table to lead her back to my bike.
Her hands are still trembling when she pulls on the helmet.
I get on and wait for her arms to wrap around my chest. I’m not used to the feeling, but I fucking love it.
Her thighs slide against mine. Her breasts press to my back. Once she’s settled, her fists clutch my sweatshirt, and I start the bike.
Emily’s body molds to mine without fear. Whether we make a sharp turn or go straight, her shape remains soft. The speed doesn’t scare her.
She’s so fucking perfect, I think, checking my mirror as I zip through traffic.
When I pull up to her apartment, I shift into neutral and leave the engine idling.
Emily dismounts.
The instant her hands slip from me, I want to pull her back. I don’t want her to sleep in this shitty place alone, in this shitty neighborhood.
I flip open my visor and watch her remove the spare helmet I grabbed for her from the shop.
When she holds it out, I take it.
I don’t say anything. I know what happens now depends entirely on her next words.
She sweeps a dark lock of her hair behind her ear, stalling.
I’m tempted to follow the motion down her body. I recall the smooth feel of her naturally tanned skin. The taste of her nipple on my tongue. The slick, hot glide of her cunt against my fingers—
Fuuucck!My cock jerks as it swells another painful degree.
Grinding my teeth to will it down, I hold her gaze, a swirl of mesmerizing hazel and blue.
Her chest rises with her inhale, then her lips part. “Will you walk with me again tomorrow?”
A grin stretches behind my helmet. “I’ll be there,” I promise.
She’s going to be worth the blue balls I’m currently nursing.
We have her right where we want her.
—
My cock is still throbbing when I decelerate, and I have a feeling the persistent hard-on is not going anywhere until I take care of it the old-fashioned way.
The garage opens on my approach. I pull in, taking off the helmet and gloves before I dismount.
I leave my stuff on the bike, then punch the button to close the garage behind me.
Stomping into the house, I lift a middle finger in passing to flip off the motherfucker sprawled out on the couch; I have a pressing matter to attend to before dealing with him.
I keep my eyes on the hallway in front of me. I don’t need to look at him to know he’s grinning.
“Asshole!” I shout without turning.
His laughter carries back to me as I slam the door.
I’m going to jack off right now, but I might jizz in his cereal later on principle.
