Page 82 of Off the Rails

A moan rumbled from my chest and straight into her mouth as her tongue teased mine. The cool, smooth metal of her piercings was a stark contrast to the warmth of her tongue, and I was desperate for the sensation.

My hips bucked up against her, no doubt coating her leg with my excitement. But as hard as I thrashed, there was nowhere else to go. Blade had my hips pinned beneath her own.

Supporting her weight on the forearm that caged my head, her other hand was free to explore my body. She skimmed up and down my sides, raising goosebumps on my skin that made me want to scream.

And just before the sensation became too much, her fingers slid down to my center, teasing at my clit while her hips rocked into mine.

My palms rose on their own free will, pressing flat to the tight muscles at her hips. I couldn’t help digging my nails into her skin. The sinewy ropes of muscle shifted each time she ground against my center, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“Fuck, Blade…” I whimpered into her mouth. “Fuck I need you to—oh!”

Her fingers plunged into my center before I could finish the request. Two at a time, she pumped deep into my center, massaging my clit with her palm on each stroke. “Is this what you think about? When you touch yourself at night?”

I choked on a gasp, running a claw down her back. “I don’t⁠—”

“I know you touch yourself, Tess. The walls here are only so thick.” I flushed as she pulled back to look in my eyes. I’d only done it a couple of times, but I knew I was caught.

Before I could offer some shameful excuse, she lowered her mouth to my neck, biting the tendons with bruising force. “I like it, Trinket. Would be a shame for a pretty girl like you to go without coming for so long. But I like it best when I’m the one making you scream.”

“Ahhhh,” I hissed, clutching onto her so tight I thought I might draw blood.

“You can do better than that.” She sucked her teeth, sinking down between my legs. “Let me hear you.”

Her tongue flicked over my clit, drawing a deep moan from my lips. The cool metal of her piercing tapped at the bud with expert timing, making my back arch off the mattress.

“Blade.” I fisted her blonde curls with a gasp. I was desperate for something solid to hold on to, a way to ground myself amidst the warm buzzing she produced in my core.

“You’ve made quite a mess down here, Tess.” She licked my slick thigh, pooling my excitement on her tongue for me to see.

“I made a mess?” I tugged her hair, but she only took it as an encouragement, plunging her tongue deep into my center and curving it against my walls.

Every once in a while, a particularly pathetic whine would slip my lips, drawing a laugh from hers that hummed right against my sensitive nerves.

I was close — so close to my climax.

But as I gave in to her, letting her drag me closer and closer to an orgasm, I couldn’t stop thinking about the long, smooth handles of her axes — the way it had felt to have her slip them inside of me. So wrong, yet so good.

I wanted Blade inside of me. Any way I could have her.

“Please,” I whimpered, squirming under the relentless teasing of her tongue.

“Please what?” she murmured between tastes.

“Your room.” I managed. “Do you have a… strap?”

Blade stopped what she was doing, her mouth agape. As she looked up at me, a chill rippled up my spine.

For a moment, I feared I’d offended her. But then that raspy chuckle brushed past her lips. “Oh sweet thing, you aren’t ready for what’s in my room.”

Disappointment bloomed in my chest as she slid off of me, standing from the bed.

“Where are you⁠—?”

Before the question was past my lips, she was by the headboard, wrapping her long, calloused fingers around my bedpost. “This will work.”

Gripping it with both hands, she threw her weight back, tugging on the post with all of her strength.

“Blade!” I gasped as the bed shook. But she just pressed her foot into the base of the frame and tried again. The wood splintered under her force, and then⁠—