Driven

by Jayne Rylon

  When she thought the climax couldn’t get any stronger, he rubbed the rough patch inside her, renewing her orgasm. She screamed his name as he continued to eat her, wringing every last drop of passion from her.

  He read the slowing of her contractions, bringing her down easy from dizzying heights. No man had ever been so in tune with her body. Boneless, she sagged in his supporting grasp, attempting to catch her breath.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispered in between butterfly kisses on her thigh, mons and stomach.

  She couldn’t summon the energy to move, though kneeling on the floor had to be uncomfortable for him. “Hold me?”

  Lynn didn’t have to ask twice. Sebastian scooped her into his arms then twisted so he rolled onto the seat on his side. She curled into his chest, their legs scissored. The glimmer of her pleasure on his lips enticed her to lick it off. She sampled the arousal he’d inspired when she fused their mouths together. One part him, one part her—the recipe made for a scrumptious result.

  Despite the hard-on branding her hip, he attempted gentleness. He caressed her jaw while he nibbled her lips. But sexual tension radiated from him. If she didn’t plan to restrain her desires, why should he have to?

  Months of abstinence ensured her lust couldn’t be wiped away by the initial relief her monumental orgasm had provided. Not with the promise of more arcing between them.

  “Do you have any condoms with you?” she whispered, nearly begging.

  “There’s a whole box in my bag.”

  “Get them.”

  While he rummaged through the duffle on the floor beside his head with one hand, he asked, “What’s your favorite position, tesoro?”

  “You ask a lot of questions.”

  “Want me to find out some other way?” The fingers of his free hand splayed across the small of her back, his thumb tucked under her hipbone. “I could investigate.”

  “I’m more interested in you. What do you like?”

  “Anything. Everything. It depends on the moment, the woman and my mood. Right now, I’d love for you to ride me. I want to watch your tits bounce while you fuck me. The liberation shining in your eyes is addictive. Sexy.”

  Lynn grabbed the condom he proffered. She moved to the edge of the seat so he could flip to his back. The foil wrapper tore easily when she held one corner between her teeth. Before covering his shaft, she bent to sample the pearly liquid beading in the slit on the head of his penis. She would have taken him in her mouth, savored his heat and musk, but Sebastian edged away.

  “Not this time. I won’t last.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist then guided the condom closer. “Cover me.”

  She did as he asked. The thin latex rolled over his cock with some effort. Her hands stroked his length, marveling at the solid mass of his erection. She could play with him all day. But when she caught sight of his agonized face, she realized how much she’d tortured him already.

  The bunched muscles of his thigh flexed against the inside of hers when she swung her other leg over his waist. Tipping forward, she plastered them together, chest to chest and pelvis to pelvis. They both gasped at the full-body contact.

  Sebastian’s arms came around her, his hands wandering to her ass. He grabbed the cheeks, his fingers sinking in as he spread them. She slid her hips forward then back, stroking his length with the wet lips of her pussy. The head of his erection nudged her clit when it jerked beneath her in time to his pounding heart.

  She planted her hands on his chest as she humped him shamelessly, lowering her lips to his for a scorching kiss. On each pass, she increased the swing of her hips until the tip of his cock lodged inside the mouth of her pussy, on the cusp of entering.

  The pressure had her sighing, anticipating the moment when his penetration would burn her as he stretched her wide.

  “Take me inside you,” he growled.

  They moved at the same time, she rocked her hips up and back while he thrust from below. The head of his cock parted her slick flesh, joining them for the first time. The universe seemed to stop as their eyes met and held.

  Sebastian smiled. Then he wrapped his hands over her shoulders and tugged her toward him. Lynn moved in tandem, fitting them together, inch by inch. When he’d made it about halfway, she kissed the exposed sinew of his throat before lifting her torso upright. Her ass rested on her heels as her hands fell back, one on each of his tense thighs. She locked her elbows, using gravity to shove him into her the rest of the way.

  When he packed her full, she paused, staring into the depths of his eyes, trying to catch her breath while bands of desire constricted her chest. Had anything ever felt this good?

  “Gorgeous, tesoro.” His hands cupped her presented breasts, thrust forward by her position. “You fit me perfectly.”

  His cock felt so hot inside her, setting off mini explosions in her abdomen. She bucked, trying to soothe the arousal but only amplified it instead. He impaled her, every nerve ending in her pussy aware of his presence. The contours formed by the ridge of the head and his veined shaft rippled over the spongy walls.

  Every rock of her hips dragged her clit across the pad of muscle above his cock.

  “That’s it. Fuck me.” He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. “Ride me hard.”

  He made it so easy to take what she wanted. Lynn found herself bobbing on him, pounding his length inside her as deep as he could reach. She leaned farther back until the head of his cock nudged her just right every time she forced it through the constricting rings of muscle at her entrance.

  Close now, she fucked with less accuracy and more passion. Their bodies expanded and contracted to keep him lodged inside her. Every time the head of his cock locked with the mouth of her pussy, she moaned then relished the long glide of him coming home.

  Each muscle in his body tensed, quivering. His sweat-slicked chest, his amazing abs, even the thighs she clenched in her death grip, gathered. Knowing she affected him—that she could stretch him on a rack of desire as inescapable as the one she found herself bound to—was more than she could bear.

  The knot of her clit tapped him as she buried him deep then rocked in quick, shallow arcs.

  “Lynn. Damn it.” Sebastian fought the pleasure she gave him, but when she added a circular grind of her hips to every stroke, he lost. “Going to come.”

  His hard-on flared inside her as the first hints of her orgasm bubbled in the depths of her abdomen. Every ounce of pleasure she gifted him returned to her double. She reached behind her back to cup his tight sac, holding his balls in her palm.

  He roared with satisfaction at the same time the base of his cock jerked against her fingertips. Imagining the rush of his cum filling the condom he wore—combined with the pressure on her clit and the equipment overflowing her pussy—triggered her orgasm.

  Her pussy milked him with rhythmic pulses. The relief she experienced went deeper, felt more substantial, with him inside her. Joining her. The grunts he made and the flex of his cock extended her pleasure until she collapsed, limp, on his chest.

  Even then, the occasional aftershock vibrated through them, making them both sigh and moan. Though she couldn’t imagine moving a muscle, Sebastian seemed rejuvenated. Unable to lie still, he petted her back, stroked her ass, kissed her cheek and played with her hair.

  When his half-hard cock slipped from her, he shifted her to the side to take care of the condom. She didn’t realize what he intended until the blast of fresh air pebbled her nipples.

  She laughed. “Did you throw that out the window?”

  “What else was I supposed to do with it?” He shrugged then grinned. “Hope the people behind us were following at a safe distance.”

  A cotton undershirt dangled from his fist when he knelt by her side once more. She blushed when he spread her legs to dry her before plucking her skirt off the running board.

  “Now you’re turning shy on me?” He helped her dress before rummaging in his duffle for a change of clot
hes.

  “It’s not every day I meet a young stud then assault him in a limousine.”

  He had no answer for that. She supposed it might not be so far out of the realm of ordinary for him.

  “I wish we had more time to lounge naked together. I would love to hold you. But that might be hard to explain if we were in an accident. My mother would not approve.” He winked, some of his earlier lighthearted nature emerging from the haze of sensuality that had obscured it.

  Once their appearances had been returned to order, he rejoined her on the seat, snuggling close. Still, she found she couldn’t let that nagging thought go. She refused to smother her curiosity a moment longer.

  “Have you ever done something like this before?”

  “Like what?”

  “Fooled around with someone you just met?”

  “Yes.”

  She nodded. “I figured.”

  “But it was never like this, Lynn. Those times were about scratching an itch with girls who sought a notch on their bedpost—wanted to say they fucked Sebastian Fiori. Not me, my name.”

  He couldn’t obscure the bitterness underlying his resignation.

  “If it makes you feel better, you’re a no-name to me.” She smiled. “Or at least you were. I’ll never forget you now.”

  “Same here, gorgeous.” His fingertip traced her brow. “I kind of got the feeling this is some kind of experiment for you. I’m glad I was in the right place at the right time. Luckiest day of my life.”

  “You think I’d have done this with any hot guy I met?” She started to sit up but he tucked her closer. “Bastian, that’s not true. Believe me, I have lots of fantasies. Yes, one of them was to take a younger lover, but I’ve never wanted to make one come true as much as when I met you.”

  “Tell me about the books in your purse. Are they about things you want to try? Or simply something to dream about?”

  Ridiculous, considering what they’d done, she blushed again. “I guess they’re a hot fantasy. Not something I ever expected to experience but something to wonder about. Sort of like winning the lotto. Part of the fun of buying a ticket is imagining what you’d do with the winnings because that’s as close as you’ll ever get, you know?”

  “I suppose.” He nuzzled her neck. “I’ve never bought a lotto ticket. If I want something, I try to figure out how I can get it myself.”

  Admiration for her lover flared in her chest.

  “Someday, I hope I can say the same.”

  “What if I know a way you can? At least with these…”

  “Mr. Fiori, we’re nearing JFK. Which gate do you require?” The chauffer buzzed through the tinted glass partition on the intercom.

  Lynn’s heart bottomed out. Her time with this incredible man had expired. Sure, they’d be on the same plane, but now she had no doubt he’d be flying first class with flight attendants hanging on every request while she suffered through the nine-hour journey squashed in coach. If she got really lucky, she’d be seated between an armrest hogger and someone intent on talking her ear off when all she wanted to do was relive these past four hours, over and over.

  “Terminal three, gate eleven,” she supplied. At the same time he said, “Terminal four, gate nine.”

  Oh no! They weren’t on the same flight after all. She’d have less than five minutes to say goodbye as the first airport signs zipped past the window.

  “Terminal four, please,” he repeated for the driver then clicked the channel closed and cleared his throat. “Lynn, I told the airline to release your seat, that you’d made other plans. The flight was oversold even before the weather jacked stuff up. They were looking for any reason to generate free spots.”

  This time he couldn’t hold her when she shoved away from his betraying warmth. “Who the fuck do you think you are? I gave up everything I know for this opportunity. You think you can make decisions for me after knowing me for less than five minutes?”

  “Listen, please.” He held his hand out, palms facing her when she contemplated chucking her shoe at him. “It’s not as bad as you think. I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it here on time with the traffic. Look, it’s already six forty-five.”

  She hauled her cell from her purse then dropped her head in her hands. Hormones had distracted her when she could least afford it. He was right. Even if she’d run or found a trolley to drive her, she would have had a hard time making it to her gate before they released her seat for the international flight.

  “So why’d you bother with all this nonsense?” She waved at the decadent car. “You were that sure you’d get in my skirt?”

  “Not at all.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to ignore the husky note to his voice. Like she gave a crap if she’d hurt his pride.

  “I made other arrangements for us. I’m sorry, I should have asked but I didn’t think you’d accept. Not until you knew me better. I didn’t plan for this to happen, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope.” A ghost of his previous smile returned. “I still think you’re gorgeous.”

  Anger at his ability to melt her insides, even now, had her snapping at him. “Cut that out. Tell me how I’m getting to Europe.”

  “On the team’s private jet.”

  Had she heard him right? “Private jet?”

  “Uh, yeah. I came to the States with my navigator Mark. We checked out a few brake suppliers we’re considering changing to. After that, he went to visit some family while I did a little sightseeing. I was meeting him here for the flight to France.”

  “You’re making a transatlantic flight on a private jet.” She couldn’t stop herself from repeating herself even though she knew she sounded ridiculous.

  “Yep.” He grinned. “Are you impressed yet? I’m kind of banking on that, you know?”

  “Holy crap.” She shook her head. “And you’re sure it’s okay for me to come along?”

  “I cleared it with our owner. And Mark.” His lids grew heavy as he stared at her, the embers of their lust glowing a little brighter for a moment. “He’s looking forward to meeting you.”

  “What did you tell him about me?” Suspicion had her pulse picking up speed with every beat of her heart.

  “Enough.” Sebastian scrubbed his hand through his hair before settling her onto his lap once more. Shock numbed her too much to fight. Besides, his touch calmed even when it should have repulsed. “If you just need a lift, we’re more than glad to help. If you want to check out the private cabin with me, that’s even better. And if you want to reach for your fantasies, win the lotto…well, you’re holding the ticket. All you have to do is cash it.”

  She couldn’t deny the pressure of his cock, hard once more, against her thigh.

  “You’d be okay with that? Sharing me with your friend?” Part of her became horny as hell as she considered the possibility, but part of her cried that he didn’t want to keep her for himself. Stupid, considering they’d met mere hours ago. How could she think their affair could be more than a simple fuck?

  “I’m not going to lie, tesoro. I’ve done it before. But…” He shook his head. “It’s fine. If that’s what you want, it’s fine. More than fine.” His fingers clenched on her hip and knee.

  “How much time do we have before take off? When do I have to decide?”

  “It’s not an ultimatum. Fly with me. See what develops, okay?”

  They pulled up to the curb as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. She nodded but she already suspected their voyage could have only one destination. It wasn’t every day someone held a golden ticket.

  What a waste it would be not to use it.

  Chapter Five

  The driver opened the door then handed her out. Was it too much to hope for an internet connection in the terminal?

  “We have to be on board in twenty minutes. I’m going to check on our luggage. Why don’t you call Rachel and let her know you’re okay? I’m a little afraid of your friends.” He joked but she caught the serious ke
rnel in his eyes.

  He’d lobbed her a perfect excuse to get some advice and she would grab it.

  “Thank you.” She hugged him tight. Maybe he’d gone about things all wrong, but she could admit to herself that she’d have been royally screwed—and not the fun kind—if he hadn’t done it. “I’ll meet you at the gate in fifteen minutes.”

  Lynn found a bench in a quiet corner. This terminal had a much classier feel than the cramped, utilitarian commercial wings. Her finger tapped the icon for Rachel in her contact list. Unsure if the thing had even rung, her best friend’s shriek almost destroyed her eardrum.

  “Tell me everything! Are you okay? What’s going on?” In the background she thought she heard Ethan trying to calm his fiancée.

  “I’m good. Everything’s good. Great really.” She hesitated.

  “Are you sure?” Rachel pressed.

  “Yes.” The aura of her sexual conquest had been tainted by her doubts. “It’s just…well, Sebastian has a bad habit of acting before asking. He’s done it twice in the nanosecond I’ve known him.”

  “Did he hurt you?” The shwing of her friend’s claws coming out rang through the line.

  “No, that’s not it. But he trampled my pathetic attempt at being in charge of my destiny.”

  “That’s the price you pay for having a hotheaded, younger man in your life. You just met. He doesn’t understand what you’ve been through yet. But there are definite bennies too. Speaking of…did you fuck him?”

  “Rach!” Ethan’s outrage traveled over the line.

  “Uh…”

  “You did! I knew it! God, he’s smoking. And really good at his job. I researched him for you. He’s won the title in his class the last three years in a row.”

  Why should Lynn feel any measure of pride over that? It wasn’t as if she’d had a hand in it. Still, something inside her glowed for him.

  “I only have a few minutes, Rach. I’m flying to France with him on his team’s private jet.”