Page 119 of Off the Rails

I tried to keep my pressure on Nash’s clit, wanting her to come in my mouth as she rode my face. But the pleasure of Blade’s cock overwhelmed me, making my body seize up as I reached my climax.

Blade kept her pace, her moans growing pained as her vibrator continued against her sensitive, overstimulated clit while she insisted on continuing until I finished.

My body shuddered under her, every muscle in my being tensing as my orgasm rolled through me. And Blade was right behind me, letting another orgasm flow through her as she sent me over my edge.

Towering over me, Nash let out one deep groan. “Good girl. Let us see you come.”

I felt veins popping in my neck as I released a deep scream into Nash’s folds.

Only when my hips slowed against her cock did Blade slow down.

Nash stepped back first, but I tried to grab her, my hand desperately trying to bring her back to my face. She hadn’t released, not yet.

The pulsing between my legs made my voice needy. “Please, Nash. I need you to come on my tongue.” A final gasp escaped my lungs as Blade pulled out from my pussy, letting the tip of the strap rub against my clit as she moved back.

But Nash knelt down, her face level with mine as she used the ink-blackened tip of her finger to wipe her pleasure from my mouth before planting a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry, Sweet Lamb. You will.”

She gripped my chin with surprising force before whispering in a low grumble. “I’ll fuck you when I hunt you. Then I’ll show you what tricks I have in store.”

65

TESS

I was still riding high off the orgasm the next morning. As Nash got busy making waffles and Blade flipped through the TV channels, I sank back into the couch with a smile, scratching between Butch’s ears.

Even Cyrus perma-scowling from the opposite end of the couch wasn’t enough to bring down my mood. She never needed an excuse to be grumpy, but she’d certainly use my joy to justify herself anyway.

I hope the bitch heard us last night. Give her something to frown about.

But while I was on cloud nine, the Freaks’ minds were somewhere else entirely.

Nash frowned. “Could he have had another source of income? Something Tracer would have missed?”

“Tracer doesn’t miss shit.”

They hadn’t stopped thinking about Rubin since our run-in. It had been several days, but the encounter with Jane had put everyone on edge. I wasn’t sure if they thought that Rubin was connected to her, or if they just needed something more solvable to fixate on, but the constant speculation was harshing my vibe.

“Tithes?” Blade continued flicking through the channels. “From his livestream lackeys?”

“A lot of money for a beggar,” Cyrus grumbled. “Plus, anything digital would be traceable.”

“Maybe he just made some smart investments.” I shrugged, hoping they might drop it.

Cyrus didn’t bother looking my way. “Nothing would accrue that quickly.”

“Some things might.” I bristled.

“Like what, a wishing well?”

“Like daytrading,” I huffed. “That Lionshare app says you can make 30% returns on your investments. I saw a video of a woman who makes like $95,000 per month there.”

Blade scoffed, “Yeah, if you inside trade maybe.”

“What do you mean?”

“Those markets are rigged for people who already know the outcomes of their bets.”

“How could they…?”