Page 46 of Fighting the Darkness

“Okay, cupcake.” I lean down to grab her jumpsuit and bra, handing the bra to her before kneeling at her feet once more. “Sorry about the panties. Will you be alright without them? I could clean you up first if you want, but I’m going to be honest and say that watching my cum drip from your pussy is hot as hell.”

“Yeah, no.” Freya shakes her head. “I’m not risking an infection because you think it’s hot.”

“Fiiiiine.” I stumble back to my feet, grabbing a clean towel and kneeling at her feet once more. I clean her up before helping her redress. I grab my clothes from my locker and get dressed as quickly as I can.

Reaching out, I take Freya’s hand in mine and pull her to me. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“You’ve made yourself perfectly clear that this can’t mean anything past tonight. I get it. Now, stop trying to talk me out of it and take me home.”

I smirk, leaning forward to kiss her quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”

Not releasing her from my hold, I pull her toward the exit. I’m going to have to ride home hard, which is going to suck, but I can’t wait to bury myself in her again.

Just as we open the door, it flies open, and I have to take a step back as Soren and Griffin step inside. Soren’s eyes flicker from me to Freya, and I know there’s no doubt about what we’ve been up to. I shoot him a smirk.

“Good fight, Huxley, but if you’ll excuse us, we have plans.”

Soren’s jaw clenches. Griffin looks confused as they both step out of our way. Freya hesitates for a moment, but I just pull on her arm until she follows me out of the locker room. Instead of going through the club, I take us out the side door.

I make a beeline for my bike as Freya struggles to keep up with my long strides. I know I should slow down, but I need to get her to my place and bury myself inside of her hot cunt as soon as possible.

Making it to my bike, I help her put on the jacket and helmet before lifting her onto the back. She looks so fucking sexy on my bike. I wonder what she would look like sitting on it naked. My cock throbs at the image, and I wonder if I could fuck her on it.

Shaking my head, I decide that seems like too much work. I throw my helmet on, climbing on and starting up the bike. I ignore whoever calls out to me somewhere near the door. I don’t know who it is, nor do I care. I have much more important matters to see through.

As I pull away, I grimace. Riding with an erection is going to be uncomfortable, but as Freya’s arms close around me, I realize that there’s a way I could make it a little more bearable. I don’t know if Freya will be down or not, but there’s only one way to find out. Having thrown on sweatpants, it’s easy to free my cock.

Keeping the bike steady with just one arm, I grab Freya’s right hand, trailing it down my stomach and to my hard cock. I can feel her gasp as her fingers brush against it. With her hand still in mine, I wrap it around my cock and give myself a stroke. My hips buck at the touch, but I force myself to stop. If we’re going to do this, I’m going to need to stay as still as possible. I lift my hand off of hers and back to the handlebars. It’s up to her what she wants to do now.

Freya wiggles forward until she’s flush against my back. She continues to stroke my cock as her hips tilt backward and forward just a bit, telling me she’s just as turned on by this as me. I can’t help the groan that spills from my lips as her thumb brushes over the head of my dick, gathering the pre-cum there.

Making a quick right turn, I decide that if we want to play, I’m going to have to take the back roads home. I don’t want to chance having to stop at a red light. It means it’ll take longer, but it’ll be so worth it.

Freya starts stroking me faster, her hips picking up speed as well, and I realize that she’s not just turned on—she’s trying to get herself off too. I smirk, revving the engine so the bike rumbles beneath us. I feel her gasp again, and I wish I could hear the sounds she’s making. She squeezes me, her strokes stopping for a moment before she picks right back up. Between her hand on my cock and the way her hips are rocking against me, I’m so close to losing it that it’s not even funny.

My house is just around the corner, thank fuck, because I don’t want to come on her hand. I want to come inside of her. I pull into the driveway, stopping so suddenly the tires squeal. I feel a little bad because it’s a little late. Oh, well. It’s too late now.

Freya continues to stroke me, though she’s lost all rhythm as she rocks more violently against me. She must be close.

I pull her hand off of me as I shut the bike off, leaving the keys in the ignition as I climb off the bike, hearing her whimper. I pull the helmet off my head, tossing it in my yard before doing the same thing to her. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to leave you hanging.”

I rip the jacket off of her and yank down the straps of her jumpsuit as she continues to rock on my seat, desperate now. I shove her bra down, lowering my head to her ear as I climb back onto the bike, facing her. “I want you to ride me and come. I want you to soak your pants and my cock at the same time. Use me to get off.”

I lift her onto my lap until her center is against my cock so she can slide up and down my length. I close my lips around her nipple as she begins to undulate above me.

Thankfully, the material of her jumpsuit is silky, so it feels good as she moves against me. I hope I can hold on long enough so I don’t come with her, but fuck, she looks so hot right now. Leaning back, I watch as she works herself over me, her tits bouncing with her movement. I work my hips against her to get her more friction. The head of my cock hits her clit on each upstroke, and she cries out.

Freya’s fingers dig into my shoulders as her mouth falls open, my name falling from her lips as she jerks against me. It takes more effort than I’d like to admit to not come then and there.

“That was so beautiful, baby. You’re so fucking hot.” I drag her mouth to mine in a quick kiss before climbing off the bike with her still in my arms. I make sure to grab my keys before pulling her in for another kiss as I head for the front door. I need to get her naked immediately and bury my cock inside of her.

We’re both partially undressed, and I really hope that none of my neighbors decide to sneak a peek out their windows right now or they’re going to get a show whether they want one or not.

It’s a bit of a struggle to get the door unlocked since I can’t seem to tear my lips from Freya’s, but I’m not complaining. We make it inside, and I have to pause to make sure the door is locked before carrying her into my room. I toss her on the bed, licking my lips as her tits bounce.

“Get naked.” I yank the shirt over my head as I watch her remove her shoes before shimmying out of her jumpsuit and throwing her bra to the side. I shove my sweatpants down and toe off my shoes as she crawls across the bed toward me.

She’s reaching for my cock as I make it to the end of the bed, closing her lips around it. My head falls back, a groan spilling from my lips. Her mouth feels like heaven, but if I let her keep this up, I’m going to spill in her mouth in a matter of seconds and we can’t have that.

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