by Claire Angel
She slapped her hands down on the table making the cutlery jump in the air. Her body responded by grinding up against my mouth. I fed her a heaping dose of my long agile tongue. My thumb moved in a circle around her clit. Her moans were a symphony of delight in my ears.
It wasn’t as loud as I had predicted. I couldn’t see, but I was reasonably sure she was biting her knuckle in protest.
“You’ve done it now. Don’t you dare come out from underneath there until you finish.” I kept a watchful eye for the return of my sister knowing full well there was the possibility of her having a fit.
The motion of my tongue was insistently darting in and out of her. Her juices stained my lips in a different kind of milk mustache. I took my tongue out and replaced it with two fingers. I could feel the rippling presence of her orgasm about to erupt. I corkscrewed those two fingers to touch her where no man had ever been before.
“Don’t fear what my sister is going to say. I want you to be very vocal. Let go of the pent-up frustration inside of you.” She wasn’t going to give me the satisfaction of crying out in ecstasy.
The lower half of her body went into sexual hysterics. She was slapping her ass down on top of that chair repeatedly. I wasn’t prepared for the force of her discharge. I did my best to keep up with what was flowing freely over my tongue.
I barely got back in my seat when my sister emerged with a Boston cream pie. I smiled guiltily with a different kind of cream still lingering on my lips.
“I don’t think that I’ve ever had a better meal.” I directed my comments to Angela who was glaring with fake daggers.
“Your comments touch me deeply. We don’t hold on ceremony around here. This pie is the perfect way with a fresh fruit cocktail to cleanse the palate.” The only pie I was interested in was sinking deep within the one I had just given immense pleasure.
“Demetrious, I would really like to see your car tonight. I know my way around to make an engine rev with efficiency. I’m sure you get a thrill out of putting the pedal down to the metal.” She wasn’t subtle, but her underlying meaning was only known to me.
Two could play that game. She was going to find I was up to the challenge.
“There’s something about going fast and hard to the finish line. The checkered flag of surrender waving in the air is what I live for. I make the car submit to my will. It needs a firm hand to bring it under control.” She was a shifting nervously obviously understanding I was comparing the car to her body.
“Sometimes there’s a reason to slow down. You don’t have to hurry. It can be surprisingly pleasurable to take your time. The pistons inside the machine sometimes have a mind of their own. Run the engine too hot and it might explode prematurely.” The sexual innuendos were flying across the table at a breakneck speed.
“I know when to lie back on the pedal. I know how to treat my baby right. When I put her to bed she knows that she was driven. I sometimes push her to her limits, but she can take it.” I was having fun with this verbal sparring match.
My sister was oblivious and wasn’t even paying attention to what we were saying. She was preoccupied with reviews on yelp to notice the chemistry thick enough to cut with a knife. I got the feeling Angela was thinking the same thing I was. The car had close quarters, but christening it in a physical way was something I had never thought was going to be possible.
“Let’s take her out for a spin and see what she can do at night. Some of the best work is done under the cover of darkness. Put your hands on the steering wheel and do what comes naturally.” My monument of manhood was straining against my zipper.
“Shelley, we shouldn’t be more than an hour.”
“Make that a couple of hours. I need time to see how everything is running under the hood.” A couple of hours were going to leave me exhausted and unable to lift a finger.
Shelley waved dismissively with her hands flying fast across the keyboard of her pad. I felt bad for doing this underneath her nose, but what she didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt her.
I was anxious to see how Angela was going to handle herself in the driver’s seat. It wasn’t the first time I had taken a girl out on the track at night. We usually adjourned back to my place with no designs on getting hot and heavy behind the windshield. Getting busy in the car combined two of my loves. I wasn’t going to turn it down.
Chapter 5
Angela
The racing track stretched out before me revving more than the motor. The hum of the engine vibrated underneath me. It was doing half the work for him to seduce me.
I thought I was going to see him white knuckling under the pressure. It didn’t even seem to faze him the way that I was grinding the paint against the wall sending sparks everywhere.
“Who knew that driving like this would be a thrill beyond words? I suppose anybody who has ever driven this fast knows the rush.” The danger had one hand straying from the steering wheel onto his knee.
“I hope you can do two things at the same time. I don’t even want to imagine what the chalk outline would be like at the crime scene of our death.” His appendage was unfurling down the left side of his leg in a profound way.
“I think that you should take it out and let me at that stick.” He wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that.
His cock was stiff as a board with the head showing this sheen of moisture. I ran my thumb around it to spread his natural lubricant down over the piston of his excitement. He was thrusting between my fingers with the thrill of the moment compounded by the speed in which we were racing around the track.
“This is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this. There’s a world of pleasure that has been untapped.” His chest was rising and falling with each breath through his starched white shirt.
My red dress was bunched up around my knees. The helmet wasn’t very flattering, but necessary for the safety of its occupants.
I ran my hands up over the head, squeezing the mushroom shape and making this hungry desire come across his face.
The lights from the track let me watch him out of the corner of my eye. My grip was tight around the base with the color of my fingertips turning white with the effort. I was turning his crank until he was at his boiling point.
“It might be your first time, but I doubt it’s going to be your last. I’m already soaking wet. I’m going to stop and you are going to shuffle forward underneath me.” I hit the brakes and we were thrown against the seatbelt hard enough to take our breath away.
The screeching was ringing in my ears. I could see burned rubber streaking across the pavement in two distinct lines. The engine was idling in neutral, but it wasn’t going to remain like that for long.
“I don’t know about this. Driving and having sex is a dangerous combination. I’ve heard some horror stories and I don’t want to be another statistic.” He was protesting a little too much, but his body was begging for the silky kiss of the lips of my sex.
“The first time is supposed to be special with a flair for the spontaneous. There’s nothing more spontaneous than having your life flash before your eyes. Where is your sense of adventure?” He answered me by getting into position with his hands on my hips.
“You know we’re working without a net. The cage around us can only do so much in a crash.” I put it into gear and the velocity of takeoff was enough to drive his pole into my quivering walls.
I heard his sigh of contentment and it released a different set of endorphins below my waist. There was no foreplay. It wasn’t necessary. I was all the way down to the base with not an inch to spare. I picked up speed by pushing my foot to the floor.
I rode him slowly with the slippery surface of my juices guiding his penetration. I was bucking like a bronco riding the bull of his persuasion. Outside the tarmac stretched as far as the eye could see. We were going around in circles with the gas gauge slowly moving toward the empty.
“I love the way that your cock feels like a vibrating tool inside me.” The engine
was sending shock waves through his body which in turn was returned to me tenfold.
“This is better than when I lost my virginity at 18. This is going to become an addiction for the both of us. We won’t be able to do it the conventional way inside a bed.” I had some ideas about that.
I was reminded of a vibrating bed in a motel on the side of the road. I was sure that I could fashion something in the same regard. I was good with my hands. I could probably say the same thing for Demetrious.
The windows were steaming up with our hot breath. The inside of the car had turned into an oven with rivers of sweat running down my skin. It was tickling my exposed flesh. He was still wearing his pants and the zipper was scratching me in a not so subtle way.
“The conventional way is overrated.” I brought the lips of my sex all the way up to the top of his crown and waited with my breath caught in my throat.
He took over and drove me back down with this high pitched squeal of incentive coming out of my mouth. He was working in an inhospitable environment. I was feeling a little faint from the stifling heat and the pleasure radiating in waves over my body.
I stopped the car in the middle of the track. The fever pitch threw me against the steering wheel with him holding me around the waist.
I moved to the passenger seat and he slid out the window. His elongated condition was saturated in my juices. I grabbed him through the window and gave him the comfort of my mouth. It was a taste sensation.
I was starving for more of what he gave me in the bedroom. I reached behind to dig my fingernails into his expensive suit pants.
“You are insatiable, and I love it. I should have told you how I felt long before now. I will never get enough of you. I don’t ever want to take you for granted. It feels so right to be inside your mouth. I desperately want to put you on this hot hood and take you from behind.” I could’ve easily blown him away, but my lower half was appealing to my need for pleasure.
I reluctantly released him from my oral grip. He stood back, and he helped me to get out of the car. He pushed me over the top of it. I could feel the heat from the motor against my hardened nipples. My apple bottom was pulling him into my gravity from behind.
“Let me give you a better idea of what is waiting for you,” I used both hands to lift my dress and spread my cheeks in invitation.
He was over top of me growling in my ear. His hand pulled down my panties around my hips. He made entry in one firm bucking motion. I moaned into his hand and dug my teeth into his palm. I pounded the hood with the metal reverberating underneath my onslaught.
I scratched the paint getting some of it underneath my nails. The continuous slapping sound was pushing me beyond my boundaries. He slapped my ass and moved his thumb in a circle around my asshole. It was a different sensation, but not unwelcome.
“Keep going and don’t slow down.” This was a departure from those lovers that had previously been in the same position.
Demetrious took great direction and knew how to adapt. It was like he had a road map of my anatomy permanently memorized. This man was wild and untamed. No bridle was going to fit around his neck to bring him under control. This was going to end with a bang and not a whimper.
I came unglued with the intensity of my orgasm leaving me breathless. I screamed until I was hoarse. I was in the throes of passion when he gave me what I was looking for. The frothy fountain of his manhood went off like a geyser between his legs.
My entire body was vibrating on a different scale. He gave one final lurch forward with his teeth pulling on my earlobe. We made ourselves presentable and drove back to where the guards were smiling.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what we had been doing. My hair was in disarray and my lipstick smeared.
“I hope everything is in order for tomorrow’s big race. Nothing can go wrong. Nobody is allowed in there for any reason. I don’t care who it is. This door remains locked at all times without exception.” The guards nodded their head with a chorus of approval, but one stayed motionless without uttering a word.
“You can be assured this place has been locked down for the evening. I will make it my personal mission to stand here all night. Your staff will arrive at the crack of dawn. I’m afraid I won’t be able to watch all of them like a hawk.” It was becoming clear how the guard had worded his statement in a way to avoid being under suspicion.
Demetrious was allowing the fox to watch over the henhouse. Who was watching over the fox?
I whispered into his ear and he nodded his head in understanding. We walked away and doubled back. We were hiding in the shadows. Tomorrow, he was set to race with those endorsement deals on the line.
“How did you know?” It was elementary when I began thinking about when the accidents happened.
The other guards respected the one with seniority. He had been part of the landscape at the racetrack for 20-years. He sent them to check the perimeter. He used his key to go inside, but it was his guilty body language that spoke volumes.
We snuck up and found him tinkering underneath the hood. I was a little startled by what Demetrious did. He cold cocked him across the head with a very heavy wrench and called the police.
The next day he was up bright and early. I went to the track with him and did a cursory check of the car. Nothing was out of the ordinary. It wasn’t like I was expecting anything.
The checkered flag had him coming in with a photo finish. He was showered by champagne with the contract signed for the endorsement deal. With the press on hand, he got down on his knees and presented a gold ring which I readily accepted.
We got the cold shoulder from Shelley for a few days. It didn’t last long. I had the best of both worlds. Working on his car and on him had me waking up with a smile on my face every morning.
Being his head mechanic was going to afford me the opportunity of seeing the world. We were going to make memories to last a lifetime.
I was able to keep my family home and we moved into it together.
Another Bonus Read
STEALING HEARTS: A BAD BOY ROMANCE
Claire Angel
Blurb:
I am untouchable. Always one step ahead. I am never noticed.
He isn’t in my league. Why do I feel like this? How could he make me yearn?
He is this tough as nails cop.
I have no filter. I can be stubborn. I want to see him naked.
He wore the badge on his sleeve. His heart was frozen.
He kept things platonic. I knew there was something more. I could feel it.
He does make me wonder. I can’t seem to shake him.
This is my road to freedom.
He there for me. He has his own agenda. Revenge is best served cold.
The man is ice. I want to thaw his heart. My body is made for sin.
Judgment day is here. I can’t run. I need his protection.
This is a game for me. I love the rush.
His physique is hungry for me. I want to feel his hidden lust.
How do we survive? What happens when he learns the truth?
Chapter 1
Megan
There was one thing I hated more than anything and it was heights. Standing on the ledge with stories up with my toes the only part making contact with the ledge was unnerving. I could feel the wind and the way that my heels were perilously over the edge.
The black sweater molded over my delicate and nubile frame. The chill running down my spine was from the overabundance of adrenaline running through my veins.
The system was flawed and I fell through the cracks at an early age after my mother and father died when a drunk sideswiped them on the highway. It left me a victim with no discernible relatives willing to take me in. I became a ward of the state at the ripe age of five years old. Bouncing around from one group home to another had made it necessary to run away at 14. I had to learn to survive on my own.
I learned early on my body was a commodity. I’d almost fallen into
the trap of selling it to the night. I was barely 18 and found myself on the receiving end of the law. I made a deal with the devil in a blue pressed uniform and badge to match. I became his informant with promises of my freedom never to come to fruition.
I should have known not to trust the bad boy next door. It always ended badly.
We were next door neighbors and I confided in him about what I did to survive. He didn’t reveal that he was the law until he had incriminating evidence on me.
He dangled the unattainable piece of fruit over my head out of reach. Nathan was cold and calculating, but he still elicited feelings from a certain part of my anatomy.
I was playing both sides with the possibility of jail or something even worse in my future. It led me to taking risks and flying by the seat of my pants.
Frankie Bones was hard but fair and he had a soft spot for me. His protection made it less likely to run afoul of one of his boys late at night. There was one who put a finger on me. It was the last time he put a finger on anyone.
Frankie was having a meeting and I had gotten wind of some high rollers coming into town. I was not privy to the information. His way of protecting me was keeping me out of the day to day business. I became his runner. It meant I was the fortunate soul to collect on certain debts with the muscle to back me up.
“I know you’re curious about the reason why you are here. Tonight is the start of something big for the city. I have systematically gotten rid of the competition. I have one last stumbling block and it’s going to take firepower. A shipment of arms is due in port in three days.” I could hear every word and it wasn’t my first time being a fly on the wall.
My jet black hair was tucked back underneath the sweater. The frame of my 5’3 body with 120 pounds made me invisible. I could’ve probably stood in the room without them even recognizing me. Frankie excluded. He could point me out in a crowd without a second guess.
