Page 53 of Freaks Of Nature
There’s no sly grin curling the corner of his mouth. He appears too fixated to be gloating. Left hand on my hip, he stands tall over me, stroking himself as his eyes rivet to my movements.
I arch off the gas tank, spasming under the pleasure. I’m so close. My leg muscles jitter.
“Fuck! That’s it. Come for me, baby girl.”
I hear him speeding up, the wet sound filling my ears, and right when I’m about to come, he rips my hand away, replacing it with his thumb as he thrusts his fully enlarged cock into me.
I splinter apart on impact. He impales me with every inch he has at his disposal, and I can’t stop my descent. My body contorts on the bike. My muscles twitch. I take his ruthlesspounding as my walls squeeze his throbbing length until Ash rears back from his own release.
“Fuck!” he bellows into the night.
Then he collapses down on me, his face buried in my neck. “That was so hot.”
A laugh bursts from my chest. I’ve never felt so high on sex.
Ash presses a kiss to the side of my throat. His hair tickles me, and a light sheen of sweat coats his neck as I run my nails along his nape.
“I hate that I have to take you home,” he groans resentfully. “Yourhome, I mean. I’d love to take you back tomyplace. But, you know…”
Yeah, but his place isn’t justhisplace. It’stheirplace.
“You got work tomorrow?” I can’t remember if he said the shop is open on weekends.
Ash pulls out. “Ido.” He lifts off and straightens, his eyes finding mine. “We’re open half-day on Saturdays, which Mason and I alternate since Isaac doesn’t need both of us.”
“Isaac’s your boss?” I ask as we both tuck our clothes back into place.
“Yeah. He owns the shop. Built it from the ground up.”
“And Sundays?” I prod.
The lightness in Ash’s demeanor returns with a hopeful grin. “Closed.” Then his hands slide under me to pull me up.
I’m grateful for the boost. My abs are sore like I did 1000 crunches.
His arms slide around, holding me too him as he kisses me again, slow, and deep, but with the initial hunger sated for now.
I still love every second of it.
And if he didn’t have to get up early, I’d invite him to stay the night.
Ash watches me from the curb as I walk up to the apartment building, fishing my keys out of my hoodie’s pocket even though I don’t know why I bother with it. He told me that apparently the main door doesn’t latch properly, which is how he’d gotten in when he came to pick me up.
My eyes drop to the lock as I find the door slightly ajar, the mechanism not catching, and when I pull it open, I notice tool marks. The damage was deliberate.
Dammit!
I make a mental note to call the super in the morning, but the chances of me reaching anyone and getting it repaired over the weekend are slim to fucking none. I won’t be able to sleep, knowing there’s a strangler on the loose. Both victims had dark hair and were close enough in age to me. I fit his pattern.
On the danger of sounding like a total girl, I admit I would’ve really liked to have Ash stay the night.
The fading roar of his bike tells me he’s gone shortly after I let the door fall back on its busted latch and start stalking down the dark hallway toward my apartment.
I switch keys. Sliding the right one into the lock, I twist it and step into the secondary void beyond. It’s not until I turn around and shut the door that the presence of a large mass registers behind me.
Em
Idrop my sweatshirt in a panic. Two large hands seize me, one clamping down over my mouth, the other around my throat as he crushes me against his chest.
