Flint
“Whoooo!” I shout into the night air, turning the gas to go faster.
We’re speeding down the highway, only the roar of the engine and Avalon’s laughter in my ears. She tightens her grip around my waist and her bare thighs clench harder. I nearly lost my shit when she stepped out of that restroom, barely dressed. I couldn’t make my eyes leave the pale skin of her cleavage, pushed together by the tiny shirt she’s wearing.
I can’t believe she did that for me. My cock jerks in my pants just at the memory of the look in her eyes. I know that look. I’ve seen it on myself in the mirror many times. If I was still unsure about the two of us, the incident at the gas station set all my doubts to rest.
I’m for her.
She’s for me.
My Thirteen.
I don’t know how long we’ve been on the road for when Avalon rests her chin on my shoulder, but the feel of her tits pressed up against my back is doing things to my brain. It’s telling me to start a fire, but not the destructive kind. I wanted to take her against the wall over those two assholes back there, but I couldn’t do that to her. Not after what that guard did to her. I swallow down the bile rising in my throat at the thought that I want nothing more than to touch her in the same way.
One, two, three, four…
I try and distract myself from the dirty thoughts in my head by counting the painted lines on the highway but Avalon’s hands are slipping down my body, running dangerously close to my cock threatening to burst out of my pants. I swallow the lump in my throat and concentrate on keeping the bike on the road, but her hands are still restless. Running over my thighs, nails scratching back up again. I jerk when her hot tongue shoots out and licks at my neck, drawing torturous circles on my skin all the way up to my ear.
“Avalon,” I grit out in warning, but I don’t know if she can hear me over the roar of the engine.
“Pull over.” Comes her seductive voice in my ear.
“We can’t stop yet. W-we have to get…” My words are stopped when she bites my neck. I feel a warm trickle of blood running down into the priest’s collar. I groan when I feel that sinful tongue of her lick at the moisture.
“Please, Flint. Pull over.” There’s a hunger in her voice. A hunger that matches mine.
I curse softly and pull over to the side of the road. Not because she asked me to but because I will kill us both if she doesn’t stop.
She slips off the bike and moves to stand in front of it. My eyes trace up her body illuminated by the headlights. She’s so goddamned sexy in that outfit. She’s made all the more sexy by that innocent face holding the mind of a killer. Just like me.
I stop breathing when my eyes reach her tits and I see her fingers toying with the buttons. Loosening one and then another, exposing more of her soft, pale skin.
“A..a-av,” I scrunch my eyes closed. “Avalon, what are you d..d-oing?” I look around us to see if there are any cars coming, but we haven’t passed one for miles so I think we’re fine on this deserted road.
“Look at me.” Comes her order.
My eyes snap to her face, looking between the lip she has caught between her teeth and the glint of lust in her eyes. I watch her as she loosens the last button. I swallow when those tits spring free. They’re even better than I imagined them. Full and perky, with perfect pink nipples standing to attention in the cold night air.
“You saved me.” She smiles at me. I can only keep staring. “I’m yours now.” She slips the shirt from around her shoulders and it falls to the ground. She stands there in the light, her face open, her body bared to me. So goddamned beautiful, so goddamned perfect. I want to destroy it. I want to take her and make her dirty. Stuff my cock in her and fill her with all the darkness inside me until she is truly a part of me.
“Come here, Avalon.” My voice is sure, strong. I hardly recognize it. I used to be this person. Sure and strong. But life has beaten it down, made me realize that it’s easier if nobody sees you as a threat. So I kept my head down and did as I was told. But I don’t need to do that anymore. I only need Avalon. My Thirteen.
“Avalon.” I say again when she doesn’t listen. “Come here.”
Finally she steps forward, her tits jiggling as she moves. I smooth my hands up her thighs, under her skirt until I feel the cotton of her panties. Standard asylum issue. My fingers hook into the elastic and I pull them down over her thighs until they too, fall to the ground. Her fingers go to the clasp on her skirt but I catch them with mine. “Leave it on.”
I grip her waist and lift her on top of me. Her legs straddle mine where they are spread over the bike. I grip her face in my hands and stare into those eyes, getting lost in what I find there. I dip my head to tug at her bottom lip, hands tracing up her back, and then I kiss her.
It’s not a soft kiss. Nothing about this is romantic. It’s animalistic, desperate. We’re driven by adrenaline. We’re feeding off each other. Sating each other. My fingers fist in her hair and I snap her head back. “Get my dick out.” I order her. “I need to fuck you.”
I watch her face as she fumbles with my zipper but my eyes close when I feel her hand around my cock, stroking my shaft in a torturously slow pace.
“You like it, sweetheart?”
She nods, hypnotized by the sight of my cock in her hands.
“You want it?” I ask.
She nods again.
I let go of her hair and adjust her so her pussy is over my cock. I place my palms on her shoulders and push her back to lean on the handlebars of the bike. I follow and lick at those hard peaks, bite, suck until my mouth elicits a loud moan from her. I take her mouth again until I can’t stand her writhing in my lap anymore. She’s so fucking wet, her pussy slipping over the edge of my shaft.
I take her then, grab her hips and impale her on my dick. I don’t care if I hurt her, I only need to get inside her. But when I do the world comes to a halt. All I feel is her wet heat surrounding me, her walls clenching me like a vice grip. My hands are all over, touching every bit of skin I can find.
“Ride me, Avalon.”
And she rides me. She rides me like a wild woman. Her moans ring in my ears as her hips grind into mine. I lift her skirt so I can see her pussy moving over my cock, so I can see how I’m stretching those slick folds.
“Fucking beautiful.” I whisper to no one.
Her nails are clawing at my arms, her mouth open, the muscles on her stomach working as she rides me. And then I feel her tense. Her pussy clenching, milking me. I grab her and wrap my arms around her, my mouth on hers as the shudders rack through her body. I let her come in my arms, still writhing in my lap and when I hear her gasp my name I come inside her. I fill her with every last ounce of me, hoping she understands what this is. That I’ve taken her, and given her all of me.
I’m for her.
She’s for me.
My Thirteen.
It’s only when we’ve caught our breaths when she falls back on the handle bars and I trace my hands up her skin again. I feel our cum seep out of her and run down my balls, but I’m too entranced by her to do anything about it. By her beautiful face and her sated body and the constellation of moles on her body. I touch each one. On her wrist, up her arms, over her shoulder, next to her breasts, next to her belly button. I smile when my finger lingers over the last one I find. Just above her pussy.
Thirteen.