Page 52 of Freaks Of Nature
Kind of idyllic, though.
“Mace and I used to go hiking in this area,” Ash says, removing his gloves, his helmet sitting on his lap. “Even camped out here on warmer nights. Anything was better than being at home.”
His voice grows somber, and I look back over my shoulder at him. This place must hold some pleasant memories for him then.
Is that why he brought me here? To add happy memories?
I stroll back to him still straddling the seat of that fierce machine, my fingertips weaving through the tall weeds. I’m glad I’m wearing combat boots and not heels.
The glitter of moonlight reflects in his eyes, making him look utterly irresistible even before he catches on to the extra sway in my step. Those dimples deepen with his roguish grin, and a heatwave rushes me.
I reach for the bottom of my sweatshirt, pulling it off and tossing it into the grass without much care.
Ash does the same with the helmet on his lap, and I hear it land with a softthumpbefore I swing my leg over the bike’s middle, facing him.
His boots are firmly planted on the ground, keeping us steady when I link my arms around his neck and scoot my ass closer, legs dangling on either side of him. My skirt fans out without restricting my movements.
Strong hands clasp the back of my knees to jerk me toward him that last bit, and then his hungry kiss crashes down on me.
“This outfit’s been driving me crazy all night,” he rasps, his mouth slanted over mine.
His tongue explores me. His arms coil around my waist to lift me onto his lap, and I follow his cue, wrapping myself around him with growing need.
Ash’s kiss is smooth. It’s deep and bold.
Straddling him, I rock against the enlarged bulge at his fly, my fingers running through his longer hair on top, tugging at the root.
“You got me so fucking hard, baby,” he groans, his hands kneading my ass encouragingly while I roll my hips to grind down harder.
Teeth graze my bottom lip, nipping and tugging with erotic greed that feeds into me. I feel the charge tingling under my skin.
Ash’s hands slide under my top. He relinquishes his claim on my mouth to plant feverish kisses along my throat with more sucking and biting while stroking me.
I tip my head back, eyes closed. His touch is everywhere.
“Lean back,” his panting voice urges.
A jolt rocks through me. “Aren’t we going to tip over?”
“I got it,” he assures me.
My hands unlink from his neck, and Ash lays me out on the gas tank. I can still feel him hard against me with the angle of my hips, my legs draped over his thighs as he keeps the bike steady.
Grinding the thick ridge of his shaft into the already soaked material of my underwear, he pushes my top up to expose my breasts.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Em.”
The breeze tweaks my hardened tips, and with the way the moonlight carves his features, I see the strained expression on his face matching the rough edge in his tone.
“Touch yourself for me.” The bike rocks as he shifts to undo his jeans and shove them down. “Let me watch you.”
I don’t even hesitate at his demand. Both of my hands dip under my skirt, one pushing the cotton aside to tease my clit and the other sliding two fingers along my wet seam.
My eyes roll up at the sensation. I’ve touched myself so many times before, but with him watching me, everything is heightened.
I refocus my sight on Ash, a fist wrapped around his hard cock.
The silver piercing glints with the faint light from above the lake, and a slick bead sits ready at the tip.
