“So beautiful,” he muttered.
I whimpered as I bucked against his hand.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“Ghost, please,” I choked out.
“Use your words, Jaz.”
Heat bloomed in my cheeks. “I need to feel you. Something other than myself for once. Please. Pretty please.”
He growled as his fingertips slipped beneath my underwear. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you beg.”
“Oh my God,” I said breathlessly.
His fingers wasted no time finding their final destination. The instant he brushed his thumb against my swollen clit, my body jerked. He chuckled, the sound dark and dreamy, just like him.
I lost myself in the electricity rushing through my body.
“That’s a good girl,” he growled as I felt a finger of his teasing my entrance, “Look at you, all sprawled out for me on my bike.”
He was right. I was practically reclined back against his handlebars, holding myself up by sheer willpower alone.
“Goddamn it, Amanda,” Wrecker growled from farther away.
It stopped Ghost’s ministrations.
“No, no, no, no,” I whimpered desperately. “I can block them out. I’m good at that. I can, I promise.”
I felt him move, and I wanted to cry. Did I do something wrong? I wanted to apologize. I wanted to grovel. Anything to get him to go back to touching me.
It had been so long since I let someone touch me.
“Close your eyes and lift your head,” Ghost said simply.
My lower lip wobbled, but I did as he said. I felt his hand slip beneath my head before he eased it up, and then slipped on the… motorcycle helmet? I heard him flip the visor down before he rested my helmeted head back against the bike handles, and his voice crackled to life in my ear.
Which meant he had put on his helmet as well.
“You can open your eyes,” he said.
They slowly opened and I lifted my head enough to watch him sling his leg back over the passenger’s seat on the back of his bike. Gone were Amanda and Wrecker’s sounds from below us, muffled by the helmet and chased away by his voice directly in my ear. I saw how his mask was pulled down to his neck. I saw how the helmet was blacked out, just like his bike, covering his entire face.
And I watched as that visor focused on the area between my legs.
“Now,” he said as his hand slipped comfortably back to where it was, “let’s see what kind of sounds I can pull from you.”
“Oh my God,” I groaned as his thumb slipped effortlessly into my entrance.
“Oooo, I like that one, but Ghost is fine,” he said with a chuckle.
I raised my hand and mindlessly swatted at him, though I was nowhere near close. It only made him chuckle more as his finger swept against my aching clit, my body pulled taut, like a bow.
“Fuck,” I spat as I rolled my hips against his hand.
“Mmm. You should see yourself, Jaz. Spread out for me like a buffet.”
God, I wanted him to eat me like one, too.
