Revving it Up

by Lexxie Couper

  He chuckled against her sex. And then sucked on her clit in a string of tiny pulses.

  “So not fair,” Sami breathed above him. “But so fucking good.”

  Lifting his head from her sex, he blew a fine stream of air over her wet flesh. He’d always suspected she’d be one for a Brazilian. “Anyone tell you,” he murmured as she whimpered at the kiss of breath on her skin, “you have a filthy mouth?”

  “Pretty certain you have,” she answered. “Now shut the fuck up and get to tuning.”

  He laughed.

  And then, without warning, grabbed her butt and drove his tongue deep into her pussy.

  “That’s it,” Sami cried out, fisting her hands in his hair with fierce pressure. “Oh yeah. That’s fucking it.”

  He laved her folds, her clit. He explored every inch of flesh between her thighs. Branded her without mercy, her pleading groans for more driving him to a place he’d never been.

  Desire bordering on possessive obsession.

  It shook him to the core, and propelled him closer to the edge.

  In his jeans, his cock was a pole of agonized need, straining against its taut denim prison. For all his bravado, a part of his fevered mind told him he was close to blowing his load.

  And even then, he played with Sami’s want. Licked her to the peak of pleasure before pulling away on the cusp of her tumbling over it into the sweet release of an orgasm.

  Every time he did so, his cock grew harder, more in pain.

  Every time, Sami cursed him and egged him on.

  There was nothing safe or tame or shy about her responses to his touch. He hadn’t expected there to be. Sami Charlton didn’t do safe or tame or shy.

  But Jesus, he hadn’t been prepared for this.

  With every stroke of his tongue on her pussy, with every touch of his fingers on her puckered anus, Sami moaned and demanded more.

  Every time she came close to release, she let him know with hitching, profanity-filled declarations. The fact she did so told him she wanted the sexual torture he was giving her. She wanted him to take her to that place—the one beyond comprehension, beyond description.

  The one where nothing existed except carnal connection and pleasure.

  When he felt her knees tremble and her fingers slip in his hair, he knew it was time.

  “J-Jay…” she gasped, his name little more than a panted exhalation. Her grip in his hair tightened for a wavering second. “I can’t…I need…”

  Hooking his arms between her thighs to take her full weight on his shoulders, Jay smoothed his palms up her spine and lifted his mouth from her sex.

  “Hold on to me, boss,” he instructed, shifting from his knees to a deep squat.

  Without question, Sami did, gazing into his eyes as she balled her fists tighter in his hair and squeezed her long, lean thighs around his shoulders.

  Jay’s heart smashed faster in his chest. Her trust in him, her willingness to relinquish control to him…fuck, if he wasn’t careful, he’d fall in love with her.

  And you haven’t already?

  Head spinning at the notion, his pulse a crazy canon in his ears, he returned to the sweet pleasure of her pussy.

  “Jay…” she moaned as he licked at her clit. “Feels so good, so…”

  Stomach muscles engaging, thighs bunching, Jay slowly straightened upright, sliding her back up the wall.

  “Oh fuck, Jay!” She cried out, the shift in position driving his tongue deeper into her wet heat. “Fuck fuck, oh God fuck!”

  A shudder racked her body. Her fingers clawed at his back, his shoulders. And then, his mouth filled with the exquisite honey of her release.

  She came, clinging to him, riding him, his tongue lapping at her cream, his hands and shoulders supporting her.

  He heard her moan his name. Heard her whimper as she bucked against his mouth.

  She came again, her second orgasm as powerful as her first, her cries a hoarse testament to the pleasure he’d given her.

  He didn’t stop worshipping her sex. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her taste.

  It wasn’t until her moans turned to shaky laughs of surrender, her hands slapping his shoulders with weak force, that he planted his feet wider and lifted his head from the junction of her thighs.

  He met her stare, breaths ragged, chest heaving, all too aware he was on the cusp of coming himself. He searched for something witty to say, something macho and cool. Came up blank.

  “Now that,” Sami panted, her lips curling, “was the best tuning you’ve ever done.”

  He chuckled. “I don’t know. Remember that time in Canada when I brought your favorite Yamaha back from the dead just before the Toronto International Champ—”

  She smacked him across the top of the head. “Put me down, smart arse.”

  He grinned, even as his heart quickened. “Why? Got somewhere to be? I think I like you here, exactly where you are now.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “Who’s the boss?”

  “You are, boss,” he answered, before blowing a soft stream of air on the curve of her sex. Christ, just the faintest whiff of her juices and he was about to explode.

  “Then put me down,” she instructed, holding his gaze. “So I can fuck every drop of come from your dick with my mouth.”

  Jay’s pupils dilated at Sami’s crude order.

  Her pussy, still throbbing and pulsing from the most incredible orgasm of her life, throbbed and pulsed even harder.

  At this rate, she’d be ready to come again the second she slid her lips around Jay’s cock.

  Her belly constricted at the wicked thought. Her breath—already shallow and rapid—caught.

  Holy fuck, she’d never wanted to blow a guy more than she did her mechanic. Where had that come from?

  Surely it wasn’t just because he’d made her come twice—against the freaking wall no less—with only his tongue and teeth?

  Surely she wasn’t that ruled by orgasms?

  He’s the only guy to make you come in the last few months, Sami. The only one. Think about that. Every other sexual partner you’ve had recently, not one of them made you orgasm. The only time you climax of late is on your bike. And Jay just—

  Jay lowered her to her feet before the unnerving thought could finish.

  The sheer rush of her naked body sliding down the length of his clothed one, of her pussy rubbing against the unyielding bulge of his trapped erection, made her whimper.

  For a frozen moment, she stood pressed to his body, her hands holding his shoulders as if he was her only means of support.

  His chest rose and fell. A dark tension flared in his eyes. “You don’t have to—”

  She silenced him with a feather-light kiss.

  Tasted her pleasure on his lips.

  A low, raw sound vibrated in his chest. His cock jerked in his jeans.

  “I fucking want to,” she murmured against his lips before slowly sinking to her knees.

  His hands found her hair. They weren’t gentle. But then, neither was she. She dealt with his belt, his fly without care, releasing the buckle with savage yanks and tugs.

  He made a noise above her; a growling chuckle that flooded her pussy with fresh moisture.

  Yep, she could come again right now. Easy.

  But not until she made Jay come.

  Clawing at his fly, his fingers just as fierce in her hair, she finally freed his cock of his jeans.

  And let out a hitching gasp.

  “Fuck, Rutledge.” She stared at his rigid shaft, touching her fingertips to its venous length. “Your dick is huge.”

  Another of those intoxicating noises left him, but this time Sami detected a hint of apprehension in the sound. “I…” he began, his voice scratchy, as if his throat was dry.

  Trailing her fingers up the massive pole of flesh, she lifted her stare to his face. “I’m not complaining, idiot.”

  He laughed.

  Still stroking his cock—damn, the thing was big—sh
e narrowed her eyes. “Are you nervous, Jay Rutledge?”

  Jay laughed again, even as he tightened his hands in her hair. “No.”

  Sami grinned. “Liar,” she said, a heartbeat before lowering her head and sliding her lips over the bulbous head of his dick.

  “Jesus, Sam…” Her name left him on a groan. His hips rolled forward, driving his length deeper into her mouth.

  Shifting on her knees, she tugged his jeans farther down his hips, exposing his bare butt, his balls, his corded thighs to her hands.

  He groaned her name again. “Sam…”

  It dawned on Sami how much she loved that he called her Sam. He was the only one she allowed to do so. She hadn’t realized how special, how significant that was. How…personal.

  With a soft hum, she took him as far into her mouth as she could.

  “Jesus, Sam…” he repeated.

  The head of his cock pushed at the back of her throat. She gagged, the invasion at once unfamiliar and exhilarating. She’d never been a fan of deep-throating, but having Jay in her mouth…

  I could suck on him forever.

  The thought danced through her mind, as wonderful as the feel of his heavy, rigid arousal against her tongue, her teeth.

  Sealing her lips more firmly around his girth, she slowly slid upward, cupping his balls in one hand as she did so.

  He groaned. His knees trembled.

  Sami flicked her tongue over the very tip of his cock before plunging back down his length, taking him deeper this time.

  Once again she gagged, but this time she pushed past it.

  She wanted as much of Jay in her mouth as she could get.

  “Ah, boss…” he ground out, his hands snagging in her hair. Pain lanced through her scalp, a dark sensation that flooded her sex with wet pleasure. That set alight a hunger in her too demanding to deny.

  With a growl around his cock, Sami sucked him as hard as she could as she tugged on his scrotum.

  “Fuck!” Jay bucked into her mouth, his cry raw and hoarse. “Fuck, do that again.”

  She did, this time moving her other hand to his backside. A ribbon of concentrated lust threaded through her at the muscular strength of his arse cheeks. How had she never noticed how fucking hot his arse, his whole body was?

  She’d always thought his eyes were lovely—full of mischief and a mystery she found curious—and his dry sense of humor was hilarious. He’d made her laugh often. And he knew her, really knew her, perhaps better than her best friend knew her. Hell, he was the only living soul who knew she orgasmed while racing.

  But his body…she’d never paid any attention to his body. How the fuck had she missed how built he was?

  Sucking harder on his length, she kneaded his backside. Worked the sculpted curve until her fingertips brushed at his anus.

  A wobbly groan tore from him and his hands fisted tighter in her hair. “Go there, Sam, and I’ll fucking blow my load in your—”

  She went there, pressing the tip of her index finger to the clenched hole. Not enough to penetrate the entry, but enough to make him groan again and tug with fierce pressure on her hair.

  “Jesus, Sam…” His voice was a scratchy rasp. “You have no idea how much—”

  She pressed again. This time wriggling her finger a little.

  Jay made a strangled choking noise. His hips bucked forward. The head of his cock slammed to the back of her throat.

  Wicked delight turned Sami’s blood hot. Hotter. She was already hot. Hot and horny and wanting everything from Jay she could take. Everything he could give.

  Teasing his anus with her finger, she slid her lips up the length of his erection until the distended rim of his cockhead pressed to the inside of her lips.

  Her jaw ached, a wonderful pain of pleasure she’d never experienced before. The pain of giving her man the blow job of his life.

  Your man?

  The dizzying thought made her tummy flutter. Her pulse quickened. Her pussy flooded with warm moisture.

  Really? Your man? So what about the threesome with Eli you promised, huh?

  Hungry, base lust rushed through her at that thought. A carnal response utterly incoherent to the intense…connection Jay’s flesh in her mouth awoke in her.

  Lust and something more profound warred inside her. Turned her heart to a sledgehammer, her tummy to a churning mess.

  If Jay was her man, why was she still turned-on by the thought of being fucked by Swanson?

  What the fuck was up with—

  “Sam…” Jay’s fingers raked her hair, shattering the unnerving thought. “Sam, I’m close. If you…if you don’t want me to come in your mouth you should…you should stop.”

  In response, she flicked at the tip of his dick with her tongue and plunged back down his length as deep as she could.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he ground out. “Jesus fucking—”

  His hand balled in her hair a second before he jerked his cock free of her mouth.

  Sami blinked. Lost her balance on her knees. Tumbled sideways a little.

  “What the fuck, Rutledge?” she complained, glaring up at him as he dragged his hands through his hair.

  “I just need…” He shook his head. Let out a ragged breath. “Give me a sec…”

  Sam watched him, unable to stop her smile. Fingers still in his hair, he shucked his booted feet from his jeans, muttering and cursing as the denim refused to play along.

  His cock—glistening with her saliva and jutting straight up—smacked against his lower abs as he fought with his jeans. The fleshy sound made Sami chuckle, even as the site of a bead of pre-come oozing from its tip made her pussy contract.

  “Fucking hell,” he finally snarled, dropping to his arse to yank first his right boot and then his left from his feet.

  Sami moved.

  She couldn’t help herself. He was too damn adorable. And sexy.

  Before he could turn his attention back to her, she crawled the short distance between them until she covered his body with hers.

  Jay’s stare snapped to her face, his body motionless beneath hers. All except his cock, that was. His cock twitched against her. “What are you planning to do, boss?”

  “This,” she said, shifting her weight to her palms and the ball of her right foot as she inched his jeans completely free of his ankles with the toes of her left foot.

  “And this,” she murmured, brushing his chest with her nipples.

  “And this,” she whispered, lowering her head to claim his lips in a slow kiss.

  “And finally,” she stroked the curve of her sex up the underside of his rigid cock until its bulbous head nestled against her sodden folds, “this.”

  She stayed poised on all fours above him, her pussy kissing the tip of his erection.

  Jay stared up at her, an emotion she couldn’t decipher burning in his eyes. His hands moved to her hips in a gentle hold. His Adam’s apple jerked up and down the strong, bronzed column of his throat.

  “The question is,” she continued, every nerve ending in her body thrumming, “what are you going to do about it?”

  Barely penetrating her seam, his cock pulsed. A heartbeat before he dug his fingers into her hips and impaled her onto his entire engorged length.

  Stretched her to her limits.

  An inferno of exquisite pain claimed her. She cried out, the invasion the most incredible, raw, real thing she’d ever experienced.

  “Oh fuck, Jay,” she cried, as she ground herself deeper onto his cock. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

  In response, he gripped her hips tighter and slammed up into her again.

  Sami arched, submitting to the sheer rapture of their joining. Giving herself over to the total possession of her sex by his.

  She didn’t care that he wore no condom. She trusted him, not just with her bikes, but with her body.

  “Christ, you’re tight,” he moaned, rolling his hips as he filled her even more. “Tight and perfect and wild.”

  Fresh
pleasure flooded her at his words. Turned her pleasure to a feverish rush. Squeezing his ribs with her knees, she clawed at his chest and mimicked the movement of his hips with her own. Showed him just how wild she could be.

  He groaned, eyes squeezed shut, jaw bunched. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His skin gleamed with perspiration. “Jesus, woman, you’re not good for my ego.”

  Rolling back on his cock, Sami pinched his nipples through his shirt. “Why’s that, Rutledge?”

  He opened his eyes and looked up at her.

  Sami’s breath caught at the desire, the pleasure in his gaze.

  He dragged his hand from her hip to cup her breast. Pinched her nipple between his knuckles—whether in retaliation, she didn’t know or care—and then snaked his arm around her back and yanked her down to his body. “Because you’ve destroyed any hope I have of staying power,” he confessed, before he tangled his hand in the hair at the back of her head and captured her lips in a hungry kiss.

  He held her mouth imprisoned with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. Made love to it with a savagery equal to his thrusting penetration of her sex.

  She rode him, meeting each upward stroke with her own hungry demand, taking him deeper each time until, her pussy sodden with her juices, she was finally seated completely over his massive length.

  Finally enveloped his flesh with her heat.

  “Fuck me, Sam,” he groaned into her mouth, his hand in her hair far from gentle. “I’ve never…no one’s ever…Jesus, I’m completely inside…”

  The unspoken admission, the total honesty of it, drove Sami over the edge.

  She came, her inner walls contracting around Jay’s flesh, her stare locked with his.

  She came, riding him, aching for him, connected to him in a way she hadn’t ever imagined possible. Great shudders of pleasure, soul-racking quakes of release.

  She came, and when she didn’t think she could climax again, when she felt certain she was drained of all the lust and pleasure and desire of their joining, Jay let out a roar, dug his fingers into her hips, and erupted inside her.

  And she came again.

  Holy fucking shit, she came again.

  Chapter Five

  “This is it?” Eli ran a slow inspection over the scrubby landscape ribboned with dirt tracks in front of him.