Driver's Obsession: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 196)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Penny!” he says hoarsely, and my eyes grow wide with relief and a familiar, welcome warmth floods my body.

  “Steve,” I whisper, racing to him, nuzzling into his huge frame as he puts one arm around me while the other closes his trailer door behind us, the lock clicking.

  We don’t say a word, just stand there holding each other for I don’t know how long.

  The fear of losing him and then the joy of him finding me so easily again, it’s too much and despite my best efforts, I hear the emotion in my voice as I playfully punch my palms against his chest. The only thing I can think to do to stop myself from crying.

  “Damn you Steve Bennett, damn you for making me so crazy, for being so damned perfect.”

  Lifting my chin up with his finger before pressing it to my lips, he only shakes his head gently, shushing me softly.

  “You’re the one who’s perfect, Penny. And I’m the one who’s crazy about you.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Steve

  Everything that’s happened since I touched her last is almost like a bad dream. Something uncomfortable before I can wake up again and be warm in our own bed someplace.

  Safe.

  Home.

  That’s what Penny is to me, she’s everything I want that’s wholesome and hopefully, a little bit more than that too.

  “I thought I’d lost you,” she says, lines of silver under each eye as she holds back tears.

  Holding her close to me, closer than ever, and feeling her tremble under my touch is more thrilling than any race. It’s the best feeling in the whole world.

  “You haven’t lost me,” I remind her, “We’ve found each other, okay? And I’m never letting you go Penny. Tell me that your mine and I’ll keep it that way, forever. Say it,” I demand.

  “Oh, Steve! I’m yours. I thought I was imagining things, that you would never-”

  But I don’t let her finish.

  I tried telling myself I should wait, that I wouldn’t go too fast too soon, but I guess racing’s in my blood. And Penny’s set it racing alright.

  My mouth is over hers in a second, only making her press in harder against me as I wrap both my arms around her and pull her up by those hips I’ve longed to hold her by.

  Her arms link around my neck and it’s like the whole world disappears as we finally feel the excitement and relief of our first kiss. The sensation I know both of us have an instant hunger for, it’s something I never want to end.

  I never would have said I was a kisser, never really have been. But like so many other things between Penny and me, it all just comes so naturally. I can tell she’s nervous, but so am I. In a way that registers as excitement and passion, not fear.

  The only thing we’re both afraid of is never having reached out for this moment.

  Turning in the trailer slightly, which is way too small for me, I set her down on a high bench-table alongside soft bench seats. She opens her legs enough for me to get as close to her as I can, still standing while she pulls me in close.

  I pull her hard against me with one hand, the other holding her neck as we both find a new level of sharing our mouths. A deeper, more intense feeling, and I relish her sweet taste, the smell of her hair and the tiny sounds she makes.

  There’s no denying we both want more than just a first kiss. But here… now?

  “I want you Steve,” she murmurs, purring like a cat as her hands run up and down the front of my open suit, one finding its way in further down my belly.

  She unzips me fully and I groan out loud once I feel her hands wrap around my aching hardness, making her shudder another sound that only tells me one thing.

  “I want this. I want you to give it to me, to make me yours,” she whispers, her urgency only matched by the near frantic pumping of both her hands on my cock as I groan, trying to steady myself.

  I shake my head, but only in disbelief she could be so up for everything I actually want to do to her straight away. I’m surprised and relieved by how forward she is.

  It sets my mind at ease and my dick into overdrive.

  “I want you more, Penny, more than you’ll ever know,” I growl, clenching my jaw and willing myself not to climax in her soft hands.

  “And you will have me, won’t you?” she asks, looking up at me, a sudden look of apprehension in her clear blue eyes.

  “Oh, I will,” I remind her and kiss her harder than ever, groaning hard as she squeaks under me, the sound of her hands running over my body mixed with her frantic breathing is music to my ears and I want more than anything to press my mouth over her sweet pussy as well as her mouth.

  We could be anywhere in the world right now, the race, the team, everything forgotten.

  Even her dad.

  But Penny hasn’t. And the more I start to undress her as well as myself, the more she reminds me.

  “What about the race?” she asks, “It’s about to start.”

  But I can sense there’s something else on her mind, maybe her father? Maybe it’s because I’m older, I can’t tell but I want her.

  I will have her.

  “I have to taste you,” I growl, teasing her legs apart and making her gasp as my hands run right up her middle. The damp heat of her essence is unmistakable and it’s making me think of nothing else.

  My eyes narrow on hers as I lift her enough to yank her jeans and panties down in one go, making her moan loudly. Her hands clawing at my hair, pulling me down towards her to let me know she wants this as much as I do.

  “Steve,” she whimpers, her whole body shaking suddenly and I know it’s not just nerves.

  She’s so close. She’s about to come on the spot and I won’t miss my chance.

  I won’t miss my reward.

  “Hold on, Penny,” I urge her, getting to my knees and hooking her jeans and legs over my head, plunging my whole mouth over her sodden pussy before she loses all control.

  Her sweet wetness is like ambrosia, and her body arches and stiffens at my touch before she lets out a low sound of her own, joining mine until we sound like a pair of wild animals devouring each other.

  Me with my mouth and her with her sweet, perfect body pressing harder against me as she starts to circle her hips.

  She presses her thick thighs against my face, right where I want them and using both my hands I grab her soft, apple bottom shaped ass and squeeze it in time with my tongue’s lashing as it circles her clit and dances across her gleaming lips.

  “Steve!” she gasps, and gradually says my name louder until I find her sweet spot, releasing her pent up arousal in a devastating climax that sees her whole body jerking and spasming in my hands as wave after wave of ecstasy envelops her.

  My natural instinct is to claim her on the spot. God knows my body is aching for hers and hers must be begging for my cock by now.

  But that last look of indecision, that tiny flash of hesitation all makes sense when she tells me once she’s caught her breath back.

  “I’ve never done it before, Steve… I’m a-”

  But I silence her with a kiss. It only makes her all the more perfect to me.

  Untouched and unclaimed by anyone.

  “You’re mine is what you are,” I remind her gently, taking her hands in mine and kissing them softly.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Penny

  I could say a first kiss would have been enough, but once Steve’s hands are on me and mine start to explore his body. I know exactly what I want.

  What I need.

  It’s everything from my fantasies plus more, like a thousand times more, it’s hard to explain how magical it feels to finally be in his arms, to know that all he wants is me.

  Once his mouth is on my pussy, it sends me into overdrive and I know more than anything I want him inside me. I want him to show me everything, teach me everything.

  I hold back that huge wave of my first climax as long as I can, I want it to last and show him I’m not so inexperienced, but I have to tell him I’m a vi
rgin. I come so hard and fast once he tastes me, it’s only fair to let him know… and to also let him know he’ll be my first.

  My only, too.

  I’ll never look at another man again as long as I live. And Steve’s so sweet about everything, he just makes me feel even more special by the second even after I tell him.

  That cock though. I can’t keep my hands off it, and I’m as ready for it now as I’ll ever be.

  But like so many things today, we keep getting distracted by our feelings in the middle of what’s a really important day for Steve, his career and my dad’s too.

  Me? I’ll go wherever Steve goes. I’ll lick stamps or empty trash cans if I have to if it means staying close to him.

  The sudden shaking of the trailer door, followed by loud knocking makes me jump. Steve growls, and I watch his whole body tense as somebody calls for him from outside.

  “Steve? You in there? We got a race to get ready for. Steve!”

  Loud banging again, and Steve calls out to tell them he’s on his way but I can tell they’re still waiting for him behind the door.

  He kisses me tenderly again, unhooking himself from me and making me pout when he zips himself up.

  “Once I win this race,” he says forcefully, pressing his whole hand over my still twitching, saturated mound before bringing it up to his lips.

  “This… you, will be mine,” he promises me, and I feel any sense of disappointment vanish. The idea he’s going straight from me to the race and then promising to take me straight after makes it all the more thrilling.

  “I’ll wait here,” I whisper, but he shakes his head.

  “I want you to watch me, Penny. I need you to be with me out there… without you behind me, in my thoughts… I don’t know what I’d do,” he says, cursing when the pounding on the door starts again.

  “Mine,” he growls low again, giving me that grin I know means he wants me before he kisses me one last time. I’m blinded by the shaft of light from the trailer door opening before he pulls it shut behind him.

  I rush to freshen up in the trailer’s small bathroom, straightening my hair and trying not to look like I’ve just been ravished by the most amazing man alive, but something about me already looks different in the mirror.

  I know I’m his already, a real woman with a real man who’s racing for her now. And I’m rooting for him, every step of the way.

  There’s a new excitement in the air, I can feel it once I step out of the trailer, retracing my way back to the pit crew over the bridge. Back to my new life which seems so different already now, as if everything has changed yet it looks exactly the same.

  I can hear the cheers of the crowd get louder, and the announcements that the race is about to start.

  They must have been shitting bricks trying to find Steve. I wonder if they knew what he was really up to?

  Slipping back into the pit without being noticed, I have a team-side view of everything on the monitors. I can see Steve inside the car, hear his voice once I slip my headset on and get more of a feel for the race about to begin than any spectator ever could.

  It really is like being in the car with him, but I can’t talk to him, not yet…

  My heart is in my throat as I suddenly realize the man I love, the one I’ve promised myself to is about to go out on the tarmac at two hundred miles an hour, pitting himself against other cars doing the same.

  I’ve never worried or even thought about the dangers of the sport until this moment and I say a silent prayer for his safety, to bring him back to me in one piece.

  Truth is, he’s safer in his race car than any other place on the road. He’d have more danger being killed or injured driving to the track than racing on it, those are the stats as I understand them.

  But it doesn’t stop my heart from leaping, almost panicking once the green light flashes and the race starts.

  I need you to be with me out there… without you behind me, in my thoughts… I don’t know what I’d do…

  His firm voice in my mind calms me instantly, and I watch the monitors, waiting for glimpses of his hands and body as he moves inside the car, taking each corner fast and already leading the pack.

  My heart flutters from panic to pride in an instant as I remember that he’s racing to get to me, to claim me.

  He’s racing to win so he can claim me sooner, I know he is.

  But I don’t think the pit crew, or the team manager appreciate that let alone understand it.

  “Uh, Steve? We got a whole lot of laps go, no need to try and win it on the first,” one of the crew technicians cautions him, but his replies are only low sounds and single words.

  His lead is noticeable after the first few laps and a sudden, stern Southern voice from behind makes everyone sit up straight suddenly.

  “Let him drive his own damn race! Long as he gets the car over that finish line first, I couldn’t give a shit how he does it. Pay attention! Y’ all might learn something from how this young buck does his business.”

  A huge, older man is blocking the doorway behind us and I figure it’s someone important. Nobody says a word and he shuffles out again after lingering for a few minutes until he seems satisfied that Steve’s already won, even though there’s so far to go.

  It seems Steve can do no wrong, and each lap he gets a little further ahead, while pushing the car a little harder.

  The pit crew launches into action, letting him know he’ll have to change tires if he wants to finish at all, and again they grill him for not sticking to the race plan.

  I can feel his eyes on me somehow through the monitor, drifting back to the sensation of his mouth over me, his hands making me shiver on the spot.

  ‘…you will be mine…’

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Steve

  I feel torn. I want nothing but Penny, to be inside her.

  But then again, I don’t want our first time to be in some trailer beside a racetrack, as nice as the trailer is…

  She’ll be my queen and I need something more special to show her just how special she really is.

  To do that, to get there just like that old bastard promised, I need to win this race and that’s exactly what I intend to do.

  I’ve always been driven to win, but knowing that Penny is waiting for me to claim her at the end of this makes it the race of my life.

  I’ve staked my claim, told her she’ll be mine and aside from the irritation of being interrupted, it only spurs me into action for her.

  I feel the same wry smile on my mouth as I get in the car as I did when I slide her out of those jeans.

  The crew in my ear, the car itself, the other drivers, all are telling me what to do in one way or the other but they can’t.

  How can they?

  How can they possibly control how I win for my queen, how I race towards claiming her?

  They can’t.

  I feel Penny’s eyes on me eventually, grinning wider at the thought of her watching me, not just racing, but winning for her.

  Winning her curves and winning her heart, showing her how I’ll make her mine properly.

  The rest of the laps aren't a blur for me, but a calculated and definite series of movements. Like the most exhilarating foreplay I’ve ever had, knowing Penny is watching and waiting for my next installment with her beneath me, with my hands tracing all over her body…

  I do have to stop for tires, and although not impressed with my style so far, the fact I’m winning speaks for itself, with the only words from the team apart from updates coming from Mike, who suddenly puts himself on the airwaves.

  “Steve. You’ll make up the next lap to hold a lead, but you’re burning out the car in the process. That rear axle mount is white hot at the minute.”

  I don’t know how it happens, but my radio suddenly goes dead.

  Might have something to do with me ripping out the cable from my helmet, dunno.

  I appreciate their concern, but this is my race and I’ve already won. All I n
eed to do is finish and claim my prize.

  I end up lapping some of the last place holders, and gauge my time and imminent finish from the boards on the side of the track.

  The final lap, I’m in the home stretch and I can see nothing but my hands running over Penny, freeing her breasts from her blouse and holding her with both my hands as I fill my mouth with her.

  But something breaks my daydream. A series of lights flashing and an electronic alarm, followed by a sickening snapping sound.

  The car pitches right and despite my trying to correct it, starts to spin before I lose all sense of direction.

  I grip the wheel hard, snarling before yelling in frustration and anger as I see the checkered finish line only yards from me.

  It looks like I didn’t win after all.

  The car’s not going anywhere, stuck at an obscure angle but fortunately to one side of the track.

  Once one car, then another slowly pass me from the front, I realize my car’s facing the other way.

  I have crossed the finish line, the car spinning itself right across the finish to victory, coming to rest facing the wrong direction.

  I won!

  I won after all and now the only thing I’m trying to do is free myself from this damned car and find Penny.

  There’s no smoke or flames and I can feel my body’s unharmed, but before I even climb out I know the car’s a wreck.

  There’s gonna be hell to pay, but as I’m helped out of the car by track marshals, I can hear the roar of the crowd, even through my helmet, which I hurry to take off so I can see straight.

  There’s talk of medics, an ambulance but I push past and hop over the barrier, soon met by half the pit crew who are at once happy and hella pissed off with me.

  I won, yes. But I’ve totaled a car and ignored everything I was supposed to do, but all I can think of is Penny.

  Ushered back to the pit garage, a sea of people are closing in and it looks like some of the barriers have been breached by racegoers too, making for a chaotic scene.

  Where are you Penny?