Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I grab my helmet, fasten it, and straddle the bike. I pull up the kickstand and look over my shoulder. Kashton and Haidyn are putting their helmets on and getting ready to go.
She places her hand on my shoulder and taps it twice. It’s her silent request if I’m ready for her to get on, so I nod. She hops on the bike, and I swear I hear her moan in my ear. All of our helmets have earpieces in them so we can hear each other. Even the one I put on her.
I turn the bike on and feel her bend over, leaning onto my back, placing her hands on the black tank.
I imagine her ass clenching the plug and her mouth drooling. Fuck, I’m so goddamn hard right now.
“Let’s roll,” I call out into the helmet and put it in gear, revving the engine. Kashton pulls out first, then Haidyn. I follow. Once we’re out of the garage, they slow down to let me take the lead. Just in case something were to happen to us, I want them behind me so they can see it. They know to get her first. We take off down the road, and a whimper fills my ears, making me chuckle.
“Feel good, sweet cheeks?” Kashton asks, and Haidyn laughs when she doesn’t respond.
I reach back, placing my hand on her thigh and giving it a little squeeze. She adjusts her body on my back, and I know she’s pushing her ass back just like she did when she rode my thigh that night in her room. She wants to feel the vibration of the bike on her cunt. Her tits press into my back, and I hear a sharp intake of breath.
“Fuck, Ash. You about to come on that bike?” Haidyn asks.
She sniffs, and I know her nose has started to run. I want her mind occupied with the possibilities of what I’m going to do to her. No matter what she can come up with, it won’t even come close.
“She’s not going to respond to you guys.” I finally speak, and I feel her tense against me.
“She pissed at you?” Kash asks.
“No. She’s gagged,” I answer.
Their laughter fills my ears.
“If you wanted to suck on something, all you had to do was tell me,” Haidyn jokes. “You know I’m always willing to let you drool on my cock, baby girl.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
ASHTYN
My body vibrates as much as the bike I straddle. I’m trembling. My legs shake against Saint’s as he rests his hand on my thigh. We’ve been riding for thirty minutes, and I’m so fucking needy right now.
My pussy is drenched, and so is my face from tears, drool, and snot.
Saint slams on the brake, and my chest pushes into his back. I bite down on the leather that sits behind my teeth. Fresh drool runs down the plastic part of the gag, making it slippery.
I rock my hips back and forth, rubbing my pussy on the seat to get some kind of friction, but it’s not enough. Just leaves me frustrated. My hands grip the tank, wishing I could desperately touch myself. Even my breasts are sensitive, nipples hard. I would beg Saint to stop right now, bend me over the bike and fuck me on the side of the road as cars pass by. I think that’s why he gagged me.
“Cover me,” Haidyn speaks into the helmet. Kashton slows down, puts one knee out to adjust himself on the bike, and looks back over his shoulder.
“You’re good,” he tells Haidyn.
He revs his bike, brings up the front wheel, and rides a wheelie away from us. He holds it quite a ways before I see him put it down and slows so we can catch up.
Kashton reaches out, and they fist-bump like fucking teenagers.
Slowing down, we pull into a gas station, and my heart races that someone might see me. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, the guys listening to me getting off on this bike or a stranger seeing me gagged.
Coming to a stop, I sit up, stretching my back, and stifle a moan. I will crawl to Saint when he gets me back home to fuck me. Use me. Every hole begs to be taken right now.
The guys remove their helmets, but thankfully, Saint makes no move to remove mine.
“Hey”—Haidyn slaps Kashton’s chest—“got any more gum?”
“No. Last piece.” Kashton points at his mouth. “But you can have it…” He spits it out and hands it to Haidyn.
He tosses it into his mouth, and I roll my eyes. “Thanks.”
They share everything. Always have. I’ve seen them share their chosens with one another and others as well. Kashton fills up his tank, and Saint turns to face me. “Doing okay, sweetheart?”
“Mm-hmm,” I say because that’s all I can fucking get out, and they all laugh. It makes my nipples harden.