Driven (Racing For Love)

by Jayne Rylon

  “Seb?” He hesitated.

  “Fuck.” The cock buried in her pussy swelled to epic proportions a second before her lover groaned, “Do it.”

  More of her lubrication trickled around Sebastian, onto his balls. She observed Mark’s thick digit disappearing beneath them.

  An extensive string of Italian poured from the man she rode as his best friend plundered his virgin ass. She laughed out loud when his cock bulged inside her. “I told you so.”

  “Yes!”

  “Now finish what you started.” She balanced on one hand, planted on Sebastian’s chest behind her, and reached for Mark’s hair with the other, but he came forward on his own. He turned sideways to make room for his mouth to latch on to her pussy while he continued to ream Sebastian in counterpoint to her escalating thrusts.

  She ground against them both—Mark on each forward motion and Sebastian on the reverse. Her torso slithered like a snake as she maximized the contact with the pleasure-inducing bookends.

  Her head tipped back, inviting Sebastian to strain upward to kiss her. Their tongues tangled. She stared into his eyes, hoping he could detect even a fraction of the joy he had gifted her. He smiled near her mouth then nipped her lip as he picked up the pace.

  A tsunami of passion barreled down on her, so tall and strong she feared it might annihilate her. She tried to escape, but running from Mark’s mouth impaled her on Sebastian, and going the other way wasn’t any better. She couldn’t avoid the impending destruction.

  Lynn gasped, prepared to warn the men servicing her.

  “What the…” Sebastian froze beneath her for a heartbeat then hammered her. The hitch in his stride shoved her closer to Mark’s talented mouth, which now vibrated with his ragged moans. “He’s coming. On my leg.”

  The idea of Mark’s hot ejaculate splashing over Sebastian’s furred shin sent her into orbit. Sebastian couldn’t remain unaffected in the wake of their orgasms. His cock plumped inside her, the ridges of his veins amplifying the best climax of her life until she thought she might pass out.

  She screamed, “Bastian!”

  His arms banded around her, sheltering her while every muscle in her body seized and jerked. She crashed through dozens of spasms. The answering shouts, groans and grunts of the two men echoed around her until, at last, they melted into a tangle of arms, legs and shattered inhibitions.

  They didn’t stay that way long. She needed to see Sebastian instead of staring at the curved ceiling. Neither the table nor the floor ranked high on the most comfortable places to lie either.

  Sebastian sat up, helping her to her feet. She whimpered when his soft cock slipped from her juicy pussy. Instead of slinking away from Mark, he extended his hand to help his friend up then grinned.

  Thank God.

  “Next time your chin comes anywhere near my balls, you’re gonna have to shave first. Like fucking sandpaper, dude.” Both Lynn and Mark laughed when Sebastian winced then rearranged his package.

  “Didn’t hear you complaining when her pussy practically squeezed your dick in half. Besides, it serves you right for cheating in our game, you bastard.”

  She stared at Mark, her jaw hanging open. “You knew? Then why…?”

  “It’s what I wanted too.” He placed a sweet kiss on the corner of her mouth. “You were amazing tonight. The best.”

  Sebastian shuddered then took her hand. “Let’s go. Shower time.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered over her shoulder as Bastian led her toward the private cabin.

  * * * * *

  Soaking in a garden tub on a jet speeding through the sky didn’t seem as odd as allowing Sebastian—a man she’d just met, a younger man, a man she cared too much about—to tend to the aches dotting her body. Still, she enjoyed the intimacy of the act. She’d watched him rinse his best friend’s cum from his calf before drawing the steamy water for them to soak in.

  Now she lounged between his legs, nestled against his slick chest as he dragged a soapy cloth over her torso. When his hand plunged below the water to wash her pussy, he swallowed so hard she heard it.

  “It’s okay, Bastian,” she whispered. “I’m clean. And I’ve been on the Pill since I was twenty. I don’t know if I could even have children anymore.”

  “I’ve never forgotten to wear a condom before.”

  She turned to face him. His heart pounded beneath her palm. “I’ve never failed to insist on it. So I guess we’re even.”

  “Do you think I’m a poor excuse for a man because I don’t want children? I hear other guys talk about passing on their legacy…” He shrugged.

  The serious concern in his tone coupled with lines of strain she didn’t like seeing at the corner of his luscious mouth. “If it does, then I’m in the same boat. Don’t get me wrong, I like kids. But I can’t see myself having them. I guess that’s one of the reasons I never got married.”

  “I’m not stable enough. I travel all the time. No kid should have to have an absentee parent or be dragged across creation, away from all their friends. I don’t see myself wanting to leave what I do. I love racing. Even when I can’t drive anymore, I want to be a chief. Or maybe an owner someday.”

  “I respect you for knowing what you want, refusing to compromise and taking responsibility to ensure you don’t impact anyone else. You’re a good man, Sebastian. Never doubt that.”

  The kiss he shared with her overflowed with gratitude and relief.

  Disaster averted, they soaked together while talking about nothing important in hushed whispers until the water had gone cold and their skin wrinkled.

  Lynn yawned as he carried her to the thick mattress then deposited her on a pile of pillows covered in bedding as fluffy as a cloud. She burrowed into them then held out her arms, welcoming him beside her.

  “I can’t tell you how many times I’d have traded a year’s worth of Belgian chocolate for a bed while trying to sleep sitting up on a flight across the Atlantic. Now I’d give anything to stay awake a little while longer.” She fought the tears stinging her eyes. If she closed her lids, she knew she wouldn’t be able to open them again. And, all too soon, they’d be going their separate ways.

  “Isn’t that the truth.” Sebastian tucked her close then sighed. “We’ll dream together, tesoro.”

  “Promise?”

  “I do.”

  “Goodnight, Bastian.”

  “’Night, gorgeous.”

  Chapter Seven

  Lynn woke to unfiltered sunlight glinting from the cracks in the fancy shades covering the porthole-style windows. She rolled over, searching for Bastian with one hand. She found the warm depression where he’d rested but no man shared her bed.

  So that was that.

  She swung her legs over the side of the mattress, dragging the sheet with her like a toga. If he couldn’t stand to wake up with her, she didn’t want to flash her middle-aged imperfections in the harsh light of day for him to scrutinize.

  Come on, what did you expect after a one-night stand? Just because she’d never done it before didn’t mean she had no idea of the way people played the game.

  A glance at her watch confirmed they had less than thirty minutes until they landed. He hadn’t woken her for breakfast. Less awkward conversation that way, she supposed. She wrangled the spare set of clothes she’d stashed in her carry-on from the bag then consulted the bathroom mirror. It’d been a long while since she looked this alive. She’d take that.

  Still, she had to plaster a fake smile across her face when she slipped into the main cabin. Mark occupied the same chair he had during takeoff, flipping through a motorsport magazine. Sebastian had gone missing.

  “Good morning, cara. I was about to wake you. We need to strap in for landing.”

  “And Sebastian…” She hated that she’d asked but she had to know.

  “Uh…he’s taking care of some business in the crew quarters.”

  “I see.” She dropped into the seat opposite him then feigned interest in the cloud
s coming closer with the passing miles. Not even the gorgeous formations could interest her this morning.

  “Breakfast is on the table if you’d like a bagel, some eggs…yogurt?”

  “I’m not hungry, thanks.”

  “At least let me get you some coffee—”

  “Mark, stop.” She winced at the bitterness in her command then whispered, “Please.”

  Lynn couldn’t stand for the man to feel obligated to clean up his partner’s mess. She had to keep it together long enough to make the world’s longest walk of shame through the jet bridge and out of the airport.

  “I’m here if you need anything, cara.”

  “Thank you.”

  And with that, he left her in peace for the remainder of the flight.

  * * * * *

  After landing, Mark helped her with her luggage then kept her company as they disembarked. What kind of fool did it make her that she still hoped Sebastian would show at the last moment? He’d checked every box on her wish list and then some in their oh-so-brief Cougar affair. She hoped they could part on favorable terms to keep the memories bright, untarnished.

  Mark turned to her as they neared the exit to the cab lanes. People streamed by in all directions across Paris’ congested airport. She planned to take the metro to her favorite hotel in the Etoile district, so she slowed to say goodbye when he peeled off.

  “Are you going to recommend private jets in your guides?”

  “Best in-flight service, hands down.”

  Mark threw back his head as he laughed. “Thank you, cara. For me too.”

  Lynn attempted a smile then angled her head so he wouldn’t notice her sniffle.

  “Ah, damn.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I have no idea what il bastardo is thinking this morning…”

  “Don’t make excuses. He doesn’t owe me anything.” She accepted Mark’s comforting hug. A few more seconds then she’d buck up and start off on her own.

  “He’s never pulled something like this before. You really got to him. Still, this is no way to treat a lady. I swear I’ll kick his ass for you, okay?”

  “How about a knee to the balls?”

  “Deal.” He kissed her cheek. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’d call me if I gave you my number, is there?”

  Why couldn’t exhilaration make her heart dance at the idea of a relationship with Mark the way it had for Sebastian? Sure, they’d had steaming-hot sex, but she’d conned herself into believing there’d been a spark, something greater than the physical, between her and the young driver.

  “Oh affunculo no.” Sebastian stepped between her and Mark, knocking the card from the navigator’s fingers in the process.

  “Look who decided to show up,” Mark snarled, prepared to battle for her, but Sebastian ignored him.

  “Shit. I’m sorry, tesoro.” The endearment caused her to cringe. How could he mean it now? Had the whole thing been an act? “I was on the phone. Didn’t realize they’d opened the doors. Thank God I caught you. We need to talk.”

  Lynn would rather wait in the absurd line outside the Louvre with all the suckers who didn’t purchase advance tickets online on a Wednesday morning in July than listen to what Bastian had to say at that moment. Why couldn’t he let her go with her dignity intact?

  She’d already planned to stop by her favorite patisserie for a decadent fruit tart then wallow in her hotel for a few hours before burying the disappointment and savoring the wicked aches he’d inspired. But he refused to let her brush him off.

  “Grab a taxi, Mark? I’ll be out in a minute.”

  The other man looked to her for confirmation before nodding. “Safe travels, cara.”

  He left with a wave.

  Sebastian meshed their fingers together as though nothing odd had happened. “I have to head out. We’re taking the TGV to Toulouse. But I have a surprise for you.”

  “You do?” Why? She racked her brain for some parting gift to give him in return. Like maybe her middle finger jammed into his gut.

  “Yeah. I called my mom this morning and arranged for you to stay with her when you get to Erchie. It took some juggling to shift your reservation from Caprietto’s but we worked it out. I can’t wait for her to meet you. Then I figured you could swing by the circuit when we pass through Rome. I didn’t plan for it to take so long but it’s a bitch scheduling stuff this time of year. Tourists everywhere. But…all the tickets are here.” He shoved an envelope at her. “You can write a whole book about Rome, right?”

  She stared at him for a solid five seconds, trying to convince herself he was joking.

  “You did what?” She scrubbed her hand over her cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. “You didn’t even stay this morning and now you’re telling me you intended for there to be more?”

  “Wait, you thought I was making a clean break?” He cursed under his breath in Italian. “It killed me to leave you sleeping like an angel when all I wanted was to hold you. Or maybe slip in some morning loving. But I thought it more important to make sure we see each other again than to get my rocks off in another meaningless encounter.”

  “Last night was meaningless to you?” She sucked in a breath through her shattered chest. “Great. Maybe we better go our separate ways before this gets any worse. It’s been…fun, Sebastian.”

  She spun, but his hand gripped her shoulder.

  “No. Shit, Lynn, this is all coming out wrong.”

  “Why didn’t you talk to me? Why didn’t you let us decide together how things would go?” His manipulation betrayed her. “You know how I feel. I thought you understood how important it is for me to be independent…to decide my own fate.”

  “I do. But… There wasn’t time. I didn’t think. Don’t you know how many girls have asked me for this privilege? I’ve never invited a woman to tour with me.”

  She recoiled as though he’d slapped her. “I’m supposed to be grateful for your interference? You arrogant—”

  Mark leaned in the sliding door with an apologetic shrug before she could really pour on the steam. “Seb, we have to get a move on or we’ll miss the train.”

  “One minute!”

  The frustration radiating from him erased some of yesterday’s bliss. She couldn’t bear to have him obscure all the glory of the night before with this disastrous parting. “I can’t do this, Sebastian. Please. Go. Good luck.”

  She reached up to kiss his cheek, frozen in shock, then gathered her luggage before spinning on her heel and darting between a baggage trolley and a tour group. By the time she’d crossed the busy lobby and turned, Sebastian had vanished.

  * * * * *

  LynnLuvs2Trvl: Younger men suck. Immature, cocky, bullheaded…

  Rachel: You’re starting to sound like my crotchety Aunt Imelda.

  LynnLuvs2Trvl: Oh God. I am, aren’t I? But it’s been two weeks! Why the hell can’t I forget about him?

  Rachel: Maybe because he’s emailed you every day, desperate for another chance?

  LynnLuvs2Trvl: Thanks for giving him my address, by the way. I never would have thought you’d do that!

  Rachel: He begged on the blog. He sounded so sincere. Despite what you think right now, there’s something here, Lynn. I think you should answer him.

  LynnLuvs2Trvl: I’d have to read his messages to answer them. I’ve deleted every one without opening it. For all we know, he’s making sure he didn’t knock me up.

  Rachel: Lynn! You didn’t!

  LynnLuvs2Trvl: I did. I refuse to be tied to anyone. Especially not a controlling, infantile— Argh! You get the point. But now I’m screwed. I’m not with him and I can’t stop thinking about him. I even went to the Rally Racing Museum today, like that’s a top-five destination for a solo woman’s travel guide. His picture was freaking everywhere. Do you have any idea how cute a man in a jumpsuit is?

  Rachel: Holy crap, Lynn. This is getting out of hand. If you miss him this much, why not call him? Email, whatever.

  LynnLuvs2Trv
l: After what happened? No way. I can’t stay with a man who wants to control me.

  Rachel: If he’s still dogging you, he’s probably open to discussing your boundaries. You barely know each other. The way I figure, it’d have been easy for you both to write the night off but neither of you have.

  LynnLuvs2Trvl: Worse, I leave for Erchie tonight. I tried everything. Including a bribe. But I couldn’t get my original hotel back. There’s no way he told his mom about us, right?

  Rachel: That he fucked you in a limo an hour after meeting you then shared you with his best friend for a wild night that I am super envious of? Probably not. But I’m betting he raved about the gorgeous woman he met. You know, enough to make it uncomfortable.

  LynnLuvs2Trvl: Damn it. That’s what I thought too.

  Rachel: Sorry, Lynn.

  Lynn paused before exiting the deserted station to stretch her knotted muscles with a whimper. Nothing like hours on the regional train interspersed with mad dashes through terminals—traversing flights of stairs to platforms that never seemed close together with even the lightest luggage when attempting a quick connection—to tire a girl out.

  On top of that, she’d gotten burned by notes she’d found online that cited the town’s reliable tram system but had failed to mention it wouldn’t be completed for another five years at least. If the dusty donation jar she’d spotted gave any indication, Erchie might never go high-tech. And that was part of its appeal.

  She probably could have caught a straggling cab if she hadn’t stopped to use the restroom. By the time she brushed her hair and popped a mint, in case Mrs. Fiori sized her up, the skeleton crew had departed. No one remained to listen to the buzz of the florescent lights but her.

  These were exactly the hints she could capitalize on for her book. Though it didn’t do her much good. She had a hard time imagining anything sinister lurking in the peaceful town when the swoosh of the ocean sang in the background. Still, survival instincts she’d honed over years of traveling alone had her dreading the walk through twilit streets to her accommodations.