Free Cutter: A Fight or Flight Novel by Ashley Suzanne Page A

exposing herself to me. Hand to God, I have to bite the inside of my cheek so hard I nearly draw blood just to keep from coming all over my damn self like a fucking fourteen-year-old. She’s fucking gorgeous all spread out on my bed, waiting for me. The little minx innocently smiles as she runs her hand down her stomach and through the small, trimmed patch of hair, then dips two fingers inside. I’m starting to think she gets a kick out of this.
    “Christ,” I groan, watching Josette bring her wetness up and run those same fingers around her clit in small circular motions. With each revolution, her breathing quickens until her head lolls back and a soft moan escapes her lips. I could watch Josette pleasure herself all day long and never get tired of it, except I’m insanely jealous of those fingers. I want her cries and moans to be mine.
    Wanting to capitalize on the high she’s riding, I crawl up to her, push away her hand and position myself, thrusting quickly with her walls still quaking. Josette’s mouth opens and proves she’s exactly who I thought she was.
    “There he is, ladies and gentlemen. Here I was thinking I’d have to do it all on my own. Thanks for joining the party,” she teases. Pulling back, almost exiting her, I thrust much harder than I did before and still, wanting to both give her a smartass comeback and will my dick not to explode.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you have something to say?”
    “Yeah. Pick up the pace, or I’m gonna get myself off…again.”
    “Ya know, for being a pint-sized little shit, you got a mouth on you.”
    “That’s why I’m your best friend,” she says seductively, grabbing my hand and putting my thumb in her mouth, sucking like a fucking goddess.
    Retracting my hand, I shove it between our bodies and begin manipulating her clit. “Thanks for getting it wet for me. Saved me the trouble.” I give her a quick wink and begin grinding my hips into hers, remembering a few tricks I learned from my porn-watching days as a teenager.
    Her arms loop behind mine and her hands grip onto my shoulders. It’s not long before the familiar tingle starts low in my balls and I know we’re working on borrowed time. Josette meets me thrust for thrust and thankfully her orgasm starts brewing. Pulling my hand from between our bodies, I loop my arms much like hers and use her shoulders for leverage as I pour every ounce of myself into the last lap, sprinting to the finish.
    “God, yes!” she screams in my ear, and her pussy strangles the life out of my dick.
    “Got one more in ya?” I ask, not even sure if I can deliver.
    “Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Cutter,” she demands, and I slam into her harder and quicker. Maybe a dozen strokes later, we’re both exploding. I’m pretty sure I black out for a quick second, somewhere between her screaming a never-ending stream of swear words and her legs limply falling to the side, no longer cradling my hips.
    Completely spent, I slip into the spot next to Josette and lie on my back staring at the ceiling. Out of nowhere, Josette’s hand appears above my face and just stays there.
    “What the hell are you doing?” I laugh.
    “High five, dude. Come on. Give it to me.”
    “You’ve lost your mind.” I chuckle and shake my head.
    “I swear, if you don’t give me some, I’m never showing you my boobs again.”
    “Fine,” I huff, weakly hitting her palm.
    “Stop being a bitch. I know you can hit harder than that.”
    I whip my head in her direction and she’s waggling her eyebrows like a weirdo.
    “Touché,” I respond, giving her a proper high five.
    Laughing, she sits up, pulls one of my shirts over her head, and walks to the bathroom. A few moments later, she emerges and grabs her clothes from the floor.
    “What are you doing? We don’t have to go back to the party. I’m tired as fuck. Come to bed.” Yanking back a corner of the blanket, I open a space for her to lie next to me.
    “Go on to sleep. It’s finals