Page 26 of Freaks Of Nature
His right hand joins the other at the back of my head. “Atta girl.” Fanning his fingers through the hair at my nape, he grants me a few lazy thrusts. “Look at you, taking both of us so well.”
I taste myself on him as I hollow my cheeks and suck.
Ash’s hips thrust up to match his brother’s rhythm as they fill me to the brim.
“Fuck, I love this view.” His palms squeeze my ass, his thumbs spreading me open and prowling my crack.
His touch stalls over my clenched hole, drawing circles. “Do you like me playing with your ass, baby girl?”
I can only moan in response.
With that as validation, one of his hands leaves me briefly, then a slick thumb pushes into me.
I curse inward, becauseyes, I do like this. It’s dirty, it’s depraved, and I want to come like this so fucking bad.
His thumb thrusting into me, Ash bounces me on his cock while Mason rails my throat at an accelerating pace. His head tips back. He’s going to come.
A soft growl pushes past his lips, and his fingers curl in my hair. The pressure in my stomach builds. My muscles quiver.
Mason gives a shove to the back of my throat, emptying himself into me, and I come so hard I think I might die. Sparks fleck my black vision.
I swallow as fast as I can before choking. He sits so far back I can’t breathe. The narrowing motion squeezes his shaft, milking every last drop from him.
Bucking under me, and pushing me into Mason, Ash fills me too.
But as the high of my orgasm wanes, a hot flash of anger flares through me. I want to kill them for this dirty trick.
Ash collapses onto the bed behind me, his arms landing with aplop, legs sprawled out.
Mason lets out a laugh. “I think you killed him.”
He catches my glare and withdraws his dick to tuck it away before I can take a bite out of it.
I scramble off Ash’s limp body, shoving Mason out of the way to get my clothes. My shame emboldens me momentarily. I know he’s still the same psycho who held a knife to my throat, but I’ve switched into flight mode. If they think I’ll spend the night so they can have another go at me, they’re delusional.
My hair whips around my face as I yank my damp panties on. My tits bounce. My bra is next, then I lunge for my jeans.
I can already feel more wetness gathering between my thighs. Ramming in one leg after the other, I sense his amused gaze on me, but I don’t look at him. I finish with the fly and reach for my top.
I’ve never gotten dressed so fast in my life. My face is flushed. I slide it on, ripping the hem down over mystomach. I don’t want him gawking at my nakedness for another second.
I stuff my feet into my loosely-tied sneakers, glad I don’t have to waste time lacing them, then pick up my phone, which has tumbled out of the back pocket of my jeans. My house keys are still tucked into the front when I double-check on a panicked reflex.
I don’t spare Ash another glance. He’s out cold on the bed. Shoving my cell into my pocket, I storm out of the room, my hair whirling with my fierce movement.
Mason’s grip on my elbow stops me before I reach the front door. He spins me around. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home!” I tear myself free in a motion as sharp as my tongue.
“On foot?” he mocks. “You’re not gonna get a ride at four in the morning. Let me take you.”
Be alone with him?
I scoff at his audacity. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I declare, my hand gripping the handle of the front door as he turns back down the hallway.
I rip it open and see another black motorcycle parked at the bottom of the steps—a twin for Ash’s except the falcon kanji on that one is gray instead of white.
So that’s where he’d hidden it so I wouldn’t see it in the garage.
