by Wendi Hulsey
“Baby, I’ll show you the car, let you sit in it. The car has so many safety features that the whole car could disintegrate around me and I could still walk away. Sure accidents happen all the time, however fatalities are rare. It really is a safe sport, so don’t worry.” He explains with a reassuring squeeze to my knee.
“I’m going to be a nervous wreck during your first race,” I confess, as we pull up to his open garage door.
We are almost to a stop, when I see what he was so excited about and I jump out of the cart disregarding my high heels and stumble slightly. Regaining my composure, I walk up to the car in awe running my hand along the sleek sapphire blue paint and the numerous Taco Bell stickers. I turn and run back to him leaping into his arms as he spins me around a few times burying his face in my neck and kissing me.
“Oh Cameron, I’m so proud of you. The car is beautiful and you got Taco Bell to sponsor you.” I beam.
“We’re on our way to the big time now, baby. You better get over those race jitters you were talking about, because my first official race is in two weeks and I want you there in the stands, cheering me on and by my side after I finish the race.”
I look away for a brief second and he notices my insecurity. He pulls my face back with one finger on my chin forcing me to look at him. Staring at me intently he asks, “What’s the matter honey?”
“Just worried is all. I couldn’t bear to lose you, promise me, you will be safe.”
“If I have you to come home to after every race, that’s all the motivation I will need to get through safely,” he states kissing the tip of my nose.
I give him a firm squeeze around the waist and return my attention to the car. I run my hand along the hood, over the roof, and back down the fake trunk while praying this car keeps him safe. A small smile crosses my lips, as I anticipate celebrating his first win.
“What has suddenly put that extraordinary smile on your face?” He questions.
“Oh just thinking about something.”
“Would you care to share?” He whispers while nibbling on my earlobe.
I can feel the heat in my face as it blushes, “Umm, not right now.”
“Come on Kylie, out with it. It must be good to have you blushing the way you are. You don’t want us to base our relationship on keeping secrets from each other, do you?”
Oh God, my body has betrayed me. I bury my face in his chest while starting to explain. “It’s a bit embarrassing actually. When your sister told me that you were becoming a racecar driver I sort of had these dreams or fantasies about fucking you on top of your racecar after you won your first race.”
He takes my hand in his and places it over his cock. Even through his race suit, I can feel him hard and throbbing. “Damn, Kylie that brings very erotic images to my mind, maybe we should practice.”
“Nope! I hope that gives you some incentive to win your races.” I answer while rubbing his erection.
“Well if you want to give me incentive, I know what you could do.”
OH SHIT! “What could I possibly do to give you incentive to win your race?”
Pulling on the very thin spaghetti straps of my dress he says, “Let me peel this lovely dress off of you, then you climb up on the hood of my car, and let me take a few pictures of you.”
His fingers are making my skin tingle and burn. He pulls the thin strap down farther following the strap with his mouth. I want him so bad in this moment, to make all my fantasies come true.
“Cameron?”
“Hmm?” He mumbles while nipping at the skin on my shoulder.
“Shut the garage door.”
Oh my God, am I really going to get naked and let him take pictures? He bolts to the door, hits the button, and is back to me in a matter of seconds. With his eyes blazing, he resumes lowering the straps of my dress. His eyes go wide with the realization that I’m not wearing a bra. A broad smile crosses his face.
“Aren’t we becoming quite the little vixen? You must be hanging around my sister a bit too much. Turn around and let me unzip this dress and admire your gorgeous body.”
I comply and he unzips my dress at an agonizingly slow pace. He turns me back around so I’m facing him and lowers the dress, never taking his eyes off my body. I feel incredibly sexy with his eyes burning into my skin, knowing he’s getting pleasure from this. Right now, I would walk around the track naked if he asked me.
“Lift your leg one at a time; I don’t want to drag your dress along the dirty floor.” He instructs patting my right calf.
“Again the gentleman comes out in you Mr. Conner”
“Not at all, my thoughts right now are anything but gentle. I would love to bend you over the hood of this car and plunge myself into you deep and hard. I want to make all your fantasies come true. When I win that first race, you’re in trouble Ms. Jenkins.”
I feel completely wanton standing in his garage in nothing but a pair of high heels and the tiniest white thong. Cameron is standing there just glaring at my body making me suddenly self-conscious. “Where would you like me Cameron?”
I hear a low groan coming from him before he says “Lay your fine ass up on my hood, on your side facing me.”
“Thong or no thong?” I ask, wanting him to desire me even more.
“Leave it on. I like that look, the thong, high heels and perky bare breasts. Do you know how fucking hot you are?”
He uses his phone to snap a few pictures with me facing him; he then has me turn to my stomach with my legs bent up in the air crossed at the ankles. Lastly, he tells me to lie on my back and spread my legs open while cupping my breasts in my hands. I look at him for a minute without reacting, remembering the way I pleasured myself in his absence. At last, I grab both breasts in my hands pushing them upward and together, giving him a decent shot with a ton of cleavage.
“Satisfied Mr. Conner?”
“Not nearly! We need to get out of here and back to my condo as fast as we can. I need you Kylie. I want to celebrate with you by ravishing your body.”
“I don’t think so Cameron.”
“What? No sex to celebrate my sponsorship?” He questions, with a hurt look on his face.
“Oh we will celebrate tonight, except I’ll be the one worshipping you.” I declare, jumping off the hood satisfied with the stunned look on his face.
“Get dressed and let’s go!” he states, smiling like a sex craved teenager.
Kylie never seizes to amaze me. When she told me of her little dream she had of my first win, I wanted nothing more than to take her right there. She really has no idea the effect she has on me. I have been with a few women in my time. None of them has ever come close to turning me on as quickly as she does. Even something she thinks is innocent goes right to my core and gives me a painfully hard throbbing erection. She’s teaching me a fine lesson in self-control.
Taking pictures of an almost naked Kylie on top of my racecar is probably every man’s dream. All boys grow up looking at their dad’s car magazines with hot bikini clad woman on top of muscle cars. I’m making her wait to fulfill her fantasy, however; she just made mine come true. I can’t wait to get back to the condo and see what this sex goddess has in mind for worshipping me. I will gladly give my body over to her anytime.
Chapter Eleven
We explode through the door in a tangle of arms clawing at each other’s clothes. He tends to bring out a wild side in me that I never knew existed. A side that I’m starting to look forward to every time she surfaces; carefree, spontaneous, bold, desirable, and uninhibited.
We’re in the middle of the living room undressing each other, my dress crumpled around my ankles, standing there in just a thong and high heels. Cameron with his shirt off and me desperately trying to tug him free of his button fly jeans. Suddenly I realize that Blake now lives there.
I abruptly stop what I’m doing, “Cameron, what about Blake?”
“Oh shit!” He grumbles, grabbing his t-shirt off the couch and throwing it at me.
I whip the t-shirt over my head and sprint to Cameron’s room. A few minutes later, he comes in the room giggling like a schoolboy.
“Blake told me to tell you that you have one fine ass and a great pair of tits.”
“What? He was watching us?” I’m so mortified.
“Yeah, he said you put on one hell of a show. He wants to know when the encore performance will be.”
“Cameron, I’ll never be able to face Blake again. I’m going home, there’s no way I could have sex now knowing he is listening,” I shriek with my most serious face.
Whoa, whoa! I was just kidding, he’s not here,” he tries to explain while grabbing me.
I look deep into his eyes then slowly a smile crosses my face, “Yeah, I know. Gotcha!”
“What? You knew he wasn’t here?” He looks shocked that I pulled one over on him.
“Courtney said they were going out to a late dinner, a movie, and then back to her place. Considering it’s still very early, I didn’t think he would be here. I just wanted you to make sure. Then you come in giving me a line of bullshit, I figured I would play along.”
“Oh, you are in so much trouble. Come here!” He yells, chasing me around the bedroom.
He easily catches me, or maybe I let him catch me, eager to see what he has in mind as my punishment. He picks me up with little effort and launches me into the middle of the bed. Damn, he’s strong.
I land flat on my back and he’s on the bed in an instant. He grabs one ankle and removes my high heel sandal, placing my foot flat on the bed with my knee bent. He does the same with my other foot. Then he places each hand on the inside of my knees and gives them a gentle push outward, spreading me wide.
“You still have too many clothes on. Could I please have my t-shirt back now?”
I rise up slightly and peel the t-shirt up and over my head feeling very sexy with his intense eyes on my body. He jumps off the bed and I watch as he slowly undresses, feeling myself grow damp between the legs just from the mere sight of his body. I could lay here and look at him all night. Just as he’s about to crawl back onto the bed, I let out a little giggle.
“Am I that funny looking naked?” He asks with a hurt look on his face.
“No! Not at all, it’s just that you took such care in positioning me this way that you missed a minor detail, I still have my panties on.”
That wicked yet sexy grin that I’m growing to love crosses his face, “I haven’t forgotten, I will be tearing those off with my teeth.”
He smiles slinking his way up the bed towards me, and starts lazily kissing up my outer thigh to my hip until he reaches the thin lace of my thong. He snags the material between his teeth and gives it a fierce tug and it rips away easily. He looks up at me as he kisses across my belly to the other side of my panties. Another swift tug with his teeth and he has them hanging from his mouth. I’ll have to remember to write Victoria’s Secret and inform them of their poor quality and flimsy products.
“I don’t see you giggling now,” he states, with a raised eyebrow and very smug look.
“If getting naked with you is my punishment for being bad, then I anticipate being a very naughty girl.” I pout a little, “I thought we agreed at the track that I would be ravishing you tonight.”
“Kylie, taking those pictures of you on top of my car is all the foreplay I needed. I have to have you now, any foreplay and it will be over before it starts,” he begs, sounding desperate with want.
“Cameron, I’m yours for the taking. Do what you want with me.”
“Baby, that’s a dangerous statement you just made,” he taunts, while kissing his way over my mound.
I want to feel his mouth on me and the wonderful way he licks and sucks my pussy. Instead, he rises up on his knees and I feel a sense of disappointment. My core is longing for his probing warm tongue. He slides both palms under my ass and drags me down the bed a little closer to him. He’s on his knees between my spread open thighs, his arousal evident by the large erection pointing right at me.
“I don’t want you to hit your head on the headboard. I plan to bang the shit out of this beautiful body.”
“Cameron! Shut up and fuck me already. I can’t wait any longer, I want you so bad,” I plead.
With his hands still under my ass, he lifts me up off the bed. My only support is my feet, shoulders and whatever I can clutch onto with my hands. I feel him near my opening and a moan escapes my lips. I hear that low growl right before he slams into me, deeper than I have ever felt him. He pulls back and slowly slides himself in and out rotating his hips in a circular motion as he goes. The rhythm and rotation of his hips is driving me mad, he’s reaching every nerve possible, bringing me quickly to the brink of an orgasm.
He lifts one leg and then the other off the bed and places my heel on each of his shoulders. Now I’m almost completely off the bed except the upper portion of my shoulders and my head. His large hands are cupping and supporting my bottom, while he continues to torture me with those rotating hips, grinding into me so deep.
“Faster. Oh God, deeper. Cameron, make me come,” I pant.
He picks up speed pounding into me harder and harder with each stroke. I’m almost there, he’s hitting my perfect sweet spot when I feel him harden and start to pulse deep inside of me. I let go at almost the same time with a loud moan. He lowers my legs and puts me back down on the bed covering me with his body. We lay together still joined in that wonderful after sex bliss, heart racing and breathless.
While kissing up my neck to my ear he confesses, “Kylie, I love you, but I think you’re going to kill me.”
“Doubt that, a big tough stud of a race car driver being killed by little ol’ innocent me,” I tease, batting my eyes at him.
“Innocent, my ass! I’m sure you could show me a few tricks too.”
I’m about to comment when he covers my mouth sliding his silky tongue along mine. He always tastes so wonderful. His hand goes to my breast, massaging and rolling my nipple between his fingers. I moan into his mouth and feel him stir within me. I grab his ass with both hands pulling him deeper inside me.
“I think your friend is waking back up. Ready for round two, the night is still young.”
“See! You are trying to kill me with over exertion,” he smiles.
I take him by surprise, rolling him over on to his back while still keeping him deep inside me. He grabs a pillow and puts it behind his head, relaxing and letting me ride him. I slide down his entire length until I have all of him in me then rotate my hips in a circle. He lets out a gasp and reaches up cupping both breasts in his large hands.
“I wish I had a picture of you like this; riding me, with wild hair, perfect tits bouncing, and the look of desire in your eyes. You are absolutely beautiful,” he utters, while grabbing my hips and guiding me.
“Tell me how you like it Cameron. Do you like it fast or deep and slow?” I ask, barely able to speak from the lump in my throat.
“Deep and slow, so I can feel you all around me with each stroke. Circle your hips around again, that feels so good,” he insists.
I ride him nice and slow, gyrating my hips and watching the expression on his face. He’s completely in the moment, feeling me enveloping him deep down his shaft to the base. He guides my hips with his hands and I feel myself starting to tighten around him. I reach down and stroke my clit and his eyes go wide.
“Oh fuck, Kylie that is so hot. Don’t stop, I want to watch you come apart.”
My mind is whirling, he likes watching me touch myself, it turns him on. I continue riding him, with one hand stroking my clit and the other massaging my breast. He starts to raise his hips, matching me stroke for stroke. All the sensations take over and I let my head fall back as I come around him, crying out rather loudly. He grabs my hips, forcing me to ride him faster, and within seconds, his body stiffens and arches as he releases again.
I collapse on top of him panting from exertion and satisfaction. He lets me lay on top
of him, getting warmth from his body while he massages the tension out of my back muscles. He has incredibly strong fingers that stretch my muscles, relaxing me in minutes. His hands wander down to the dimples in my lower back right above my ass; he cops a quick feel squeezing each cheek firmly.
“I don’t think so Cameron! I’m too tired for round three,” I murmur sleepily.
“Spend the night with me? I couldn’t sleep last night without you. I just want to lay next to your warm body with my arms around you. Say you will stay.”
I look into those big brown eyes and my heart swells. He missed me as much as I missed him last night. I love this man so deeply; doesn’t he know I want to spend every night with him? There is no place I would rather be, wrapped up in the warmth and safety of this man’s arms.
“Of course I will stay, if you really want me to. I wasn’t able to sleep very well last night either, I missed you terribly,” I exclaim.
“Good, I want you to miss me when we are apart. Then I know you’re feeling the same way I am, lost when we aren’t together. I know it sounds sappy, but I can’t bear being away from you for more than a few hours. I look forward to the moment I can kiss your lips.”
I get up to go to the bathroom before he sees the tears forming in my eyes. Tears of joy at the words he just spoke and knowing he loves and cares for me. I pee, wash up quickly, and return to the room. He has the bed turned down and is stretched out on his back waiting for me. God, I’m in deep. I want him to be the last person I see at night and the first face I see every morning.
I crawl in bed and he snuggles in behind me, the way we have become accustomed to sleeping. His arm around me at my waist, our hips curved together, both our knees slightly bent, and his nose buried in my hair. I fall sleep listening to his soft breathing, feeling the safest I ever have in my life.
I wake up feeling well rested and reach over for Cameron. Damn, he’s not here again. I get out of bed and slip on his long t-shirt in case Blake is up. I look everywhere in the condo before seeing the note on the breakfast bar.
