Chapter 25

Garbi didn’t ease into my insides. It wasn’t his nature. No need to initiate a warning, or slip in inch by inch. I would take him all at once, giving in to the rugged twist inside his nature and my own primitive animal appetite.

I’ll admit, I screamed. Thankfully, the dirt-smeared jock stuffed in my mouth muffled the sound.

“You’re tight,” he grunted.

Both thrilled and stunned, and worried someone might catch us, I spat out the jock. “Shhh!” Saliva dripped from my mouth. I tried to say “quiet,” but the syllables came out garbled. I caught sight of a thick stick in front of me. When Garbi thrust again, I snatched the stick and handed it back to him. “Put it in your mouth,” I snarled.

Garbi slowed his stroke, the rhythm shifting as he took the stick between his teeth. His dark eyes caught every bit of light with a wicked flicker. He curled his lips around the stick and bit the wood.