Shifting Gears (Racing For Love)

by Jayne Rylon

  “Granting Nicholas a reprieve, Simone sank onto his face. She ground her aching pussy against the flexed muscle of his protruding tongue, the soft ridges of his opened lips and the firm swell of his now-soaked chin.

  “He could be infuriating but he always made up for it somehow.

  “Simone rode Nicholas’ talented mouth as he attempted to ingest every ounce of her pleasure. Her earlier aggravation dissolved as she accepted his apology and opened herself, eradicating the barrier their anger had caused. When they came together like this, nothing else mattered. She rubbed her clit against his nose while he rimmed the contours of her slit with the tip of his tongue in the exact pattern she liked best. He’d tested her mercilessly until he’d uncovered all her secrets.”

  If Mark had known stories could be this good, he’d actually have read a few books instead of faking his way through school reports. No wonder Lynn had Sebastian looking completely relaxed and sated after she finished a novel or, shit, even a single chapter.

  Mark had lost count of the number of times he’d had to cover while his friends sneaked into a crew trailer or a bathroom or a supply closet on the race circuit after Lynn spent the afternoon entertaining herself while he and Bastian took practice runs.

  This time he wanted to show Sloan she didn’t have to enjoy this alone. She could take charge of her destiny, of her pleasure. For them both.

  He growled against the ultrasoft flesh of her pussy as he followed her script. His tongue lapped at the scrumptious juice flowing from her core. She responded, rocking until she wrung pleasure from each contour of his face.

  The sheer delight in her tone as she continued her story in a somewhat ragged voice thrilled him. Wild, wanton and sweet, she stole his breath.

  “Simone’s head thrashed from side to side, knocking loose the clip holding her hair. A riot of curls tumbled down her back, dusting her shoulders with each toss of her head. She leaned back, bracing herself on her lover’s taut abdomen as he continued to turn her ire to excitement. He could inspire so many violent emotions in her. Their bond filled her with awe.”

  Mark peered between Sloan’s full breasts to watch her fling her mane of thick, rich locks across her sensitive skin. Her nails dug into his stomach and her knees squeezed his shoulders when he hummed his approval against her pussy.

  “The attentive licks, nips and sucks of Nicholas’ mouth communicated his caring more clearly than if he’d written her a beautiful sonnet. He knew how to touch her to amplify her pleasure and he did so. Repeatedly. His devotion melted her restraint. Before she knew what happened, the initial stirrings of her orgasm fluttered deep in her belly.”

  Sloan cried out above him when he drew the hard knot of her clit between his lips, laving the tender nerves with a fraction of the wonder and respect she inspired in him. He burrowed into her soaked flesh, prodding her to continue if she could.

  If not, he’d use his imagination to lead her the rest of the way. He couldn’t wait to observe her ecstasy. Knowing he pleased her filled a void in his soul he hadn’t known existed. He longed to transform into whatever she liked, whatever she needed, suspecting she would gladly do the same for him.

  “Nicholas sensed Simone nearing the brink. He slid one hand from her thigh to tease the contracting edge of her opening. The prodding of his blunt digit made her jerk, slathering his cheek with more of her wetness. He groaned his appreciation then pressed harder, sinking his finger in her body as far as he could reach.”

  Mark took it as a good sign when Sloan dropped her book. His finger penetrated the tight mouth of her pussy. Her channel clung to him, hugging him, smothering him with her heat.

  Still, she searched blindly with her free hand to reclaim the novel and her place. It took her a ludicrous number of tries to continue, her sentences choppy and breathless.

  “When Nicholas had buried two thick fingers in her, Simone held on by a thread. She didn’t want to surrender so soon. Not when it meant an end to the bliss drowning her. He paused to murmur against her soaked pussy. ‘Let go, Simone. I have you. Always.’

  “Despite her resistance, Simone lost the fight against her torrential need when Nicholas scissored his fingers inside her pussy. She came around them as he curled the digits, pressing the rough patch of her G-spot against her pubic bone—”

  Sloan screamed her orgasm loud enough Sebastian and Lynn had to have heard it down the hall. At least they would know he’d done a good job of pleasing his gorgeous Cougar. A ferocious surge of pride washed over him for matching her fantasy. The compatibility of their dreams tasted nearly as good as the wetness flooding Sloan’s pussy, coating his tongue.

  Mark continued to lap her swollen tissue, stroking through the spasms of her ringed muscles with his embedded fingers. His free hand snaked up her side to cup her breast, extending the waves of her climax. His hips arched from the bed as the need to fuck her overwhelmed his logic.

  When she went limp, he altered his grip, supporting her shoulders and neck as he guided her to sprawl on her side next to him. He reached for the shirt he’d discarded somewhere nearby to wipe his face before kissing her, but she tangled her fingers in his hair and dragged him to her before he could perform the courtesy most of his lovers had demanded.

  Seemed she didn’t mind messy—another turn-on for him. Nothing about her struck him as artificial. She didn’t hide her desire or act as if the remnants of her ecstasy disgusted her after she’d found relief.

  He should have quit fucking shallow fangirls years ago.

  Their endless tangle of tongues, locking of lips and exchange of pleasure resurrected his passion, stronger after witnessing her pure lust. He grabbed his hard-on, content to solve his own problem as she lounged in a sensual daze. But Sloan would have none of that.

  She reached between them, purring when she knocked his hand aside to fist his cock. “I think it’s your turn to read, lover boy.”

  Her devious smirk told him the scene hadn’t finished there.

  Holy shit.

  “You’re up for more?” He didn’t want her to continue for his sake alone if she was sated. It wasn’t as though he expected payback for satisfying her.

  “I’m just getting started. I have a ton of time to make up for. Play with me, Marco.”

  She laughed when he scrambled for the book, rummaging beneath the crumpled covers until he unearthed the slightly bent volume. He flipped past the section they’d already reenacted. His eyes bugged out when he saw there were two more pages before the next chapter break.

  Two whole pages of scorching sex. He didn’t think he could last that long.

  When Sloan winked then turned over, getting to her hands and knees, he didn’t have a choice. He had to fuck her no matter what the story held. Resisting her near-perfect ass sticking into the air would prove impossible.

  Mark heaved a sigh of relief when he read the next segment.

  “Nicholas petted his lover’s flank when she presented herself for his use. All their earlier tension erased in the wake of their sharing. He knelt between her spread knees, nudging them farther apart until she relied on his grip to keep her relaxed frame steady. He would never let her fall.”

  Out of options, Mark set the book on Sloan’s back, supporting her with one hand while the other pinned the pages open.

  “Nicholas ground his straining cock against Simone’s rounded cheeks, nestling the engorged length into the valley of her ass. With two fingers, he aimed the tip toward her pretty pink pussy, still clenching periodically with the aftershocks of her first orgasm.”

  Mark hated to shatter the illusion they spun but his conscience forced him to return to reality long enough to ask, “Are you on the Pill?”

  “Yes. And I’m clean. I’ve been tested every six months since my husband cheated on me.” Sloan peaked over her shoulder as though afraid of his reaction. An insane urge to pummel her ex evaporated when he realized she waited with unspoken questions in her eyes. He nodded in response.

  “Me
too,” he groaned. “Never fucked without a condom before but…it’s not here, not a part of our story.”

  “Nicholas and Simone would never permit a barrier between them. Nothing between us either.” She rocked toward his waiting hard-on, notching the tip in her opening, causing them both to groan at the contact.

  “No, nothing.”

  “Nicholas leaned forward, introducing his thick shaft to Simone an inch at a time. No matter how often they made love, her resilient body stretched to accommodate him when he entered her as though they’d never done it before, as though they were made for each other. Because they were.”

  A perfect fit.

  “Yes!” Mark shouted as he inched deeper within Sloan until his balls came to rest against the moist skin of her body. He took several heartbeats to absorb the importance of the moment—to savor the first time they fused together—though it seemed more like a homecoming than an expedition. She covered him like a glove. Snug. Warm. Comforting.

  “Nicholas paused to gather the shreds of his control, dedicated to ensuring Simone’s satisfaction. His hands roamed the landscape of her body from her shoulders, along her back, to her ass then around to her front to cup her breasts where they hung heavy beneath her petite frame. When the churning desire in his balls settled to a manageable roar, he began to fuck. His ass flexed as he thrust and retreated, reveling in the damp heat caressing his stiff cock. He wished he could get closer even than this, to reveal his soul so she could see for herself the reverence she propagated.

  “He couldn’t decide what felt better, the first touch of her sultry flesh on the ultrasensitive head of his dick or the storm of satisfaction engulfing his entire shaft when he bottomed out, just before he withdrew to start another cycle. No matter how many times he repeated the motion, both seemed like unsurpassable delights.”

  Mark grunted his agreement. Sloan’s pussy enticed him to fuck harder, faster as he made his own comparison. Balls-deep, he decided. It had to be best when he was buried to the hilt in her luscious body and they connected as completely as possible.

  “Before long, Nicholas couldn’t prevent himself from slamming into the receptacle of Simone’s body. She braced herself on the headboard, absorbing his thrusts, begging for more by arching her spine and loving him back.

  “He gave her what she wanted, what they needed. He fucked her hard. Rough. Frantic. Until nothing mattered but joining them more with each stroke.”

  At this point, Mark read for his own benefit. Sloan knew the story by heart and acted her part before he squawked the descriptions out. It became difficult to talk, to pronounce the steamy lines in between his pants and groans, his indulgence in Sloan’s ideal body.

  He flipped the page of the book resting in the small of her back, holding it in place with one hand. With his other palm, he anchored her waist as he hammered into her greedy pussy.

  The intoxicating friction generated by her rhythmic squeezes and his impaling cock had him seeing stars. Still, something didn’t feel quite right. He didn’t want to come like this. He slowed to read another paragraph, only now realizing he’d stopped his oration several minutes ago, lured into silence by the perfection of their passion.

  “But right when Nicholas felt himself about to spiral out of control, he tore his erection from the embrace of his lover’s channel and nudged her to her back.”

  Mark propped the novel against the headboard while he covered Sloan with his body, blanketing her smaller form. The complete connection blanked his mind, leaving him helpless to do anything but savor the contact. Then he gritted his teeth and cleared his throat.

  “‘Why…did…you stop?’ Simone panted as she gathered Nicholas close, surrounding him in the shelter of her embrace, pillowing him on the softness of her welcoming body. The concern shadowing her face guaranteed their earlier quarrel had been all but forgotten.

  “‘I want to look into your eyes when we come together. I need to know that hasn’t changed. Never will. We can figure anything else out. Together.’ He rested his forehead on hers then glided home. Her arms wound around him, holding him next to her breast. Her heartbeat pounded in time with his. Nothing could match this. When they coupled, nothing else mattered. He thanked the stars for giving him the woman of his dreams.

  “Not just once but every night of their lives.”

  Mark couldn’t imagine getting so lucky. He’d settle for this moment.

  This one utterly pristine moment.

  “‘It didn’t take long before Simone granted his wish. They stared, unblinking, as they let go together. Their orgasms struck simultaneously. Warm blasts of Nicholas’ cum shot from his cock, echoed by her soft cries. Spasms racked her body, drawing several additional jets from his tense balls in an endless cycle of euphoric release.”

  Mark mirrored the lucky bastard. His gaze locked with Sloan’s as he surrendered. He rocked inside her, feeding her every last drop of his come as she continued to milk him. Gentle moans and sighs accompanied each contraction of her pussy around his softening cock until, finally, he rested inside her, unwilling to abandon her embrace.

  How long they stayed that way he couldn’t say, but it might have been the most amazing time of his life.

  When Mark stirred, Sloan’s fingers tangled in his hair. She soothed him with tender touches until he was fairly certain he would survive the barrage of rapture and the near explosion of his heart she had instigated.

  The sting in his eyes horrified him. Straining to read while fucking must have dried them out—a bedroom hazard he’d never expected.

  He swiped at the hint of moisture at the corners surreptitiously as he rolled, taking Sloan with him so he reclined on his back and she lay on his chest, truly looking like a cat who’d slurped an entire bowl of cream and then some. The bright red of her nails on his tan skin shot a twinge through his exhausted cock.

  They breathed together, sharing the consummation of their joining for long minutes until he couldn’t help but speculate. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Mark traced the edges of Sloan’s satisfied smile with one finger then wondered aloud, “Of all the books you’ve read, what makes that one your favorite? Why is that scene so special?”

  She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

  “No, Sloan.” He shook her gently until she reopened them, surprising him as always with the gorgeous depths of her hazel eyes. “Don’t do that. Please. Not after what we shared. Stay my aggressive, sexy, Cougar.”

  “Sorry.” She winced. “The physical part is easier. I don’t have a lot of practice with this kind of…intimacy.”

  “Me either, but let’s try it. Say whatever you want. I can take it and you might like sharing.”

  More like confiding, but he didn’t want to scare her.

  She nodded then shot him a feral grin. “Well, the sex is tame compared to some of the books I read, that’s true.”

  Mark groaned. That was tame? What if he’d picked a different book? Or a different chapter?

  “But something about this one feels… real. The connection between the characters gets me every time. They aren’t flawless. They screw stuff up. But they always come back to each other. To the undying passion between them. I cry during their fights, laugh when they’re happy and get turned-on when they have sex.” She sighed then nodded as if to herself. “Their story is everything I wanted for myself and gave up on when I couldn’t repair things with my husband. A relationship that’s not always utopian, but where the love—affection and friendship—endures.”

  “You deserve that, Sloan.” Mark despised the shadows in her eyes but couldn’t bear to ruin their calm by pushing her further. Not tonight.

  He smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “All that and more.”

  Then he kissed her, snuggled her close to his heart and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Five

  Sloan watched out the window as streaks of emerald foliage gave way to industrial buildings.
One of the other crew members had taken them to Guangzhou to catch the high-speed train to Hong Kong. The drive to the station bombarded her with sights and experiences. Every time she left international housing and immersed herself in the environment around her, reality annihilated her preconceived notions.

  China, to her, consisted of so many contrasts. The terrain, the cultures and the fascinating mix of contemporary and ancient all jumbled together to create a diverse and captivating land. If she spent ten years here, she’d never absorb all the nuances. Asian aesthetics—buildings with tile roofs, paper lanterns and bold red slashes—surrounded her with beauty even in crowded, rundown neighborhoods.

  She’d never been somewhere she felt more isolated—a complete foreigner—and yet reassured that many human truths were universal. A smile from a child in a stroller, graffiti in the form of characters etched into the broad leaves of tropical plants, a passerby waving hello, hawkers shouting from overcrowded stalls, and taxis blowing their horns were familiar but different.

  Guangzhou appealed to her. It teemed with industrious people going about their day-to-day life, embracing a simplicity that highlighted how many times Americans overcomplicated things. Here, an object didn’t have to have a name brand stamped on the side to get the job done.

  A man on a bicycle delivered supplies to the market in polystyrene boxes piled high enough to transport nearly as much as a U-Haul back in the States. A woman bore a stick across her shoulders from which two baskets of laundry swinged. Scaffolding, made entirely of bamboo, teemed with construction workers who wore no safety gear, not even boots. Their rustic sandals slapping on bare feet as they scaled the hastily erected structure highlighted real differences from the world she belonged to and forced her to consider the luxuries she took for granted.

  Still, the lack of precautions designed with the lowest common denominator in mind made her realize how sterile her existence in the US had been at times. She wouldn’t trade her heritage or her country for any other, but gaining perspective couldn’t hurt either.