Ignite

by Kelly Elliott

  “Don’t raise your voice at me, Emmit Jerome Lewis. Don’t ever do that to me.”

  Emmit turned to look at me as I stood there with my arms wrapped around my trembling body. “I’m scared enough as it is.”

  It only took him two steps to get to me as he cupped my face within his hands. The color was drained from his cheeks as his eyes captured mine.

  “I’m so sorry, baby. I would never ever hurt you.”

  My hands rested on his arms. “I know that.”

  Emmit closed his eyes and shook his head as he softly spoke, “I’m sorry, Addie. I would never ever do anything to scare you. I just want you safe.”

  I squeezed his arms and he opened his eyes. “I’m safe as long as I’m with you. You’re the only place I feel safe.”

  Emmit’s eyes searched my face before they fell to my lips as I instinctively licked them.

  We were both stressed and scared. This whole thing had thrown both of us, and I could see it in Emmit’s eyes that he needed something different from me. This whole week had been about Emmit showering me with attention and loving me so sweetly. We had made love so many different times in so many romantic ways. Now he needed something more.

  He needed something raw.

  I needed something raw.

  This was not the time to make sweet love.

  With a step back away from him, I lifted my dress up over my head, revealing the teal two-piece bathing suit I still had on.

  “Take me,” I whispered as I slipped my top off. His breathing picked up and his eyes exploded with the need to do just that. He hesitated and I knew he was worried he was too worked up and he might be rough, but that was what we both needed, to get lost in the passion of our love.

  “Emmit.” I said louder as he jumped and looked into my eyes. “I want it rough. I want you to take me. Now.”

  With one quick move, Emmit had me pinned against the wall with my arms above my head as he slammed his lips against mine.

  “Yes,” I hissed as he moved his lips along my jawline, taking small nibbles as he moved over to my ear.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “I want this.”

  My body left the ground as Emmit picked me up and brought me over to the kitchen island. Setting me down, he quickly stripped out of his own clothes. His hands landed on my hips where he grabbed my bathing suit bottoms and pulled them off hard and fast, causing me to slide across the cold granite.

  “You have to promise me you will tell me if I’m too rough.”

  I nodded my head as my heart slammed over and over against my chest. My stomach felt as if I was on a roller-coaster, heading up for the first big drop as I anticipated what Emmit would do next.

  “Don’t move,” he said as he reached down and picked up my bathing suit top. “I’m going to tie up your hands.”

  I placed my hands in front of me as Emmit shook his head. “Put your hands behind you, baby.”

  Doing what he asked, I held my breath the entire time he tied up my hands. Emmit walked around to the front of me and lifted me off the counter and set me down.

  “Turn around and lean over the island.”

  I did as he said and leaned over. I let out a gasp as my breasts touched the cold granite.

  Emmit grabbed my arms and pushed my legs apart as he spread me open further. My body came to life as he pushed his fingers inside of me and quickly worked me up. He’d never gone so fast or so hard before with his fingers.

  His lips moved across my back as he kissed me and talked. “You’re so wet, baby. Are you ready for this?”

  I nodded my head and panted out my words. “Yes! I’m. Ready.”

  Before I could say another word, Emmit pulled back on my arms and slammed inside of me as the pleasure mixed with the burning pain of how forceful he was.

  “Oh, God!” I cried out as Emmit stilled. “No! Don’t stop, I’m okay, please don’t stop!”

  Emmit moved again as he pounded in and out of me like never before. My arms burned and ached from where he was gripping them and using them for leverage. My orgasm was building, and I could tell Emmit was close as well.

  “Talk to me, Addie.”

  “Don’t. Stop!” I cried out as Emmit pushed deeper into me. The pain in my arms was almost becoming unbearable, but my building orgasm was overpowering that pain.

  My body tensed when I felt Emmit push his finger inside my ass. He’d never done it before even though I had hinted I wanted to play a little more down there. I moaned loudly as the pleasure overtook the burning pain. Emmit’s body was like a racehorse as he moved in and out of me. His finger pushed in more as the burn raced through my insides and I gasped out loud.

  “Addie,” Emmit breathed out as I pushed back into him, needing more. “You’re fucking driving me crazy with those moans baby. I want to take that ass so bad.”

  I closed my eyes as Emmit’s voice caused my stomach to drop. I met him thrust for thrust as my body craved more of what he was giving me.

  With a slight pressure from Emmit’s fingers, my orgasm exploded in my body as I screamed out his name over and over again. I’d never experienced anything like what was happening to me. My entire body shook as the pulsing sensation kept on and on. It was so intense, I almost begged for Emmit to stop because I couldn’t take it anymore. Just when I thought my orgasm was stopping, Emmit did something with his finger again and I was hit with another one. My body was shaking and my legs were about to give out.

  My hands became untied as I placed them on the island while Emmit dug his fingers into my hips and called out my name. I could feel his release as the warmth poured into my body and his hot breath hit my back with each time he pushed inside of me.

  “Fucking hell, I’m coming so hard!” Emmit said as he pushed in hard and held himself inside of me. I knew in that moment what had happened. I could almost feel it. Closing my eyes, I prayed that we had just made a baby. The sheer magnitude of how that had brought out such pleasure needed to be carried on.

  Emmit softly kissed my back as his sweat-soaked body laid against mine. “Addie, I’m so sorry I was rough.”

  I let a smile play across my face as I inhaled deeply when Emmit pulled out. Turning around, I felt his cum slowly trickling down my leg and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced. As I placed my hand on the side of his face, I looked deeply into his eyes. “That was one of the most amazing moments of my life. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and for so long. Emmit, you didn’t hurt me. You brought out another side of us that I love very much.”

  The smile on Emmit’s face lit up the room. “Damn I love you,” he said as he pressed his lips to mine.

  Pulling back, he reached over and grabbed a dishtowel and dropped to his knees as he cleaned me up. “There is something hot about my cum running down your leg.”

  I pushed my hands through his hair as I laughed. “I thought the same thing!”

  Emmit looked up at me and then to my stomach. My breathing hitched as I wondered if Emmit had felt what I felt. When he leaned in and kissed my stomach, I covered my mouth and let out a soft sob.

  No matter what Stephanie did to us, or how many videos or pictures she sent, she would never take this moment away from us.

  Never.

  MY MIND DRIFTED OFF TO the plans I had made for dinner tonight when Waldo snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Hello? Are you listening to me, Emmit?”

  I shook my head as I tried to think of what Waldo had said. The first race of the season, Daytona, was tomorrow and I was not focused at all. Standing in the garage, I let out a laugh and looked at Waldo. “What did you say?”

  Waldo rolled his eyes and threw his book down as he cursed. “Fucking son-of-a-bitch. Where in the hell is your brain? You’re not focused, Emmit! Focus, son! Focus.”

  I recognized the laugh from behind me and glanced over my shoulder to see Malcolm Wallace standing there with his crew chief, Dalton Price. I liked Dalton, but I hated that he went to
work for Wallace.

  “What the fuck are you laughing at?” I asked as I turned and faced Malcolm.

  He pointed to me and looked at Waldo. “You see, this is what a woman does to you. You lose focus and the only thing you can think about is her pu—”

  I held up my hand to stop him. “Don’t even say it, dude, or I’m going to punch you in the goddamn mouth.”

  Malcolm threw his head back and laughed harder before placing his hands up in surrender. “It’s fine. You think all you want about that pretty little thing you have back in your bus. It only makes it easier for me to win tomorrow.”

  Letting out a gruff laugh, I took a few steps closer to Malcolm as half of my team went on alert. “You think you’re going to win tomorrow?”

  Malcolm’s smile faded as he shot daggers at me through his eyes. “Fuck yes, I’m going to win tomorrow.”

  My smiled faded as I stared back. I could see the anger building in his eyes as I stared him down. I finally laughed and slapped Malcolm on the chest and gave him a good friendly push. “I like your optimism.” I brushed off an imaginary piece of lint from his shoulder and winked. “Too bad it’s going to be me driving across the finish line first and holding my wife in my arms as she congratulates my win with a kiss.”

  Malcolm took a step back and laughed. “Jesus. You’re one guy I never thought I’d see pussy whipped. Have fun with that whole marriage thing while I make plans to fuck the two girls waiting for me back in my bus. At the same time.”

  Giving Malcolm a shocked expression, I asked, “What, do you have two dicks?”

  Robby Quick, one of my tire changers, walked between us. “Guys, knock it the hell off. There are fans walking around and that is the last thing they need to hear from you, Malcolm.”

  Malcolm shot me one last dirty look before giving Robby a slight smile and walking off. With a slap on the back, I winked at Robby and said, “Thanks, bro.”

  Robby rolled his eyes as he walked away and mumbled, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

  Waldo cleared his throat behind me, causing me to turn around. Shrugging my shoulders, I motioned for Waldo to continue talking. “You have one-hundred percent of my attention. I swear.”

  After talking for a bit about our strategy for tomorrow, Waldo walked me back toward my bus. “Anything new with the whole Stephanie thing?”

  Frowning, I blew out a frustrated breath. “Nothing. We can’t trace a damn thing back to her. She was in town during both events. No leads on the person who delivered the phone. The only thing she said she did was send me the picture of me and Lola. Said she thought I would rather have it than her. Things have been quiet though, so maybe she came to her senses when the police showed up at her new job.”

  Waldo rubbed his chin as he thought about what I had just said. “Here’s to hoping so.” Clearing his throat, he slapped my back and gave me a wink. “Go enjoy your evening with my beautiful daughter.”

  My smile couldn’t possibly get any bigger any time someone mentioned Adaline. “I will. She wasn’t feeling very good yesterday, so I’m hoping she took it easy today. I’ll talk to you later, Waldo.”

  “Get some sleep tonight for Christ’s sake!”

  I laughed as I held up my hand and waved Waldo off. If there was one thing Adaline and I were lacking, it was sleep. Most nights, as soon as we hit the bed, we were tangled up with each other. I was waiting for the honeymoon-phase to be over, but Adaline was going strong and I wasn’t about to object.

  On my way back to my bus, I was stopped a few times by fans asking me to sign things. I didn’t mind one bit. I would be heading to Texas next week to spend another day with the young boy I met last year at Texas Motor Speedway. Adaline and I had become rather close with the family, and I couldn’t wait to take him out on the track again.

  By the time I got to my bus, I was ready to jump in the shower and take Adaline out to dinner. Walking into the bus, I was greeted by Lola.

  “Hey girl. Where’s your mommy?”

  Lola headed back to the bedroom and stopped right at the door. My heart leapt up to my throat as I looked at Adaline sound asleep in bed. Her hand was tucked up under her cheek as she wore the most beautiful glow I’d ever seen. I would have woken her up if I hadn’t thought she might still be feeling bad.

  I peaked down at Lola and motioned for her to head out to the living room. Reaching for her collar, I slipped it on and checked my phone really quick before I headed outside.

  The second the door shut, I heard a girl let out scream. My eyes widened and then relaxed when I saw my sister. With a shake of my head, I shot her a dirty look. “Jesus, Ashley. You scared the piss out of me.”

  Laughing, she jumped into my arms as Lola barked and jumped all around. “What in the hell are you doing here?” I asked as I set my sister down and kissed her on the cheek.

  “Can’t a girl come see her brother and support him on his first race of the season?”

  My arm draped over Ashley’s shoulders as I chuckled and said, “Of course she can, but I thought she was doing a girls’ weekend with her friends.”

  “It’s called planning big brother. Girls are kind of good at that. I just told my friends I wanted to do girls’ weekend in Florida, hit up a NASCAR race, and then hit the beach.”

  As we walked along, I couldn't help but notice how many guys were staring at my sister. Taking a look at her, I couldn’t believe my eyes. When had she grown up into a beautiful woman? Her long brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she wore a TSU T-shirt and cut off blue jean shorts that showed way too much leg as far as I was concerned.

  “Who all is with you?” I asked.

  “The normal gang. There’s six of us all sharing a condo for the rest of the week right smack on the beach. Hell to the yes!”

  Lola barked at another dog as I dropped my arm from my sister’s shoulder. “Don’t hook up with any of these fuckers here, do you hear me?”

  Ashley stopped walking and I turned to see what was wrong. She stood there staring at me in disbelief as her mouth hung almost to the ground. “What’s wrong?”

  “Did you really just say that to me, Emmit? Do you think I’m a whore or something?”

  I stared at my sister with a dazed look. “Why in the hell would you think I thought you were a whore?”

  Ashley waved her hands all around as she talked. “Oh, I don’t know, Emmit. Maybe because you just told me not to hook up with anyone.” Ashley walked over toward Malcolm, who had his back faced to her, and pointed to him. “Like I’m just gonna walk on up to some random guy and be like—” Tapping on Malcolm’s shoulder, he turned and looked at Ashley. The way his eyes moved up and down her body pissed me off instantly. “Oh hey you, random guy. Want to fuck?”

  No words. I was too stunned to say anything. Meanwhile, Malcolm took advantage of my moment of shock and flashed my baby sister that smile that I knew melted the panties right off of women. “If you’re asking, I’m willing.”

  Ashley turned back and looked at Malcolm. “Oh. Um, sorry Malcolm, I wasn’t really asking, and I thought you were someone else. Well, actually I thought you were just a stranger.”

  Ashley must have noticed the way Malcolm was eye fucking the shit out of her because her body relaxed and she let out an awkward giggle. “So, how have you been?”

  Malcolm glanced back over at me and pointed to Ashley. “No shit. This is little Ashley? You’re baby sister?” Turning back to Ashley, he stuck his foot in his mouth even more. “When did you lose the braces and pimples?”

  Before I even had the chance to try and save him, Ashley threw her hands on her hips and went off on the poor unsuspecting bastard.

  “Excuse me? I’ll have you know asshole I’m about to graduate college. As far as the braces and pimples go, that’s what happens when you grow up, grow tits and start having sex. How dare you treat me like some little high school freshman, you arrogant dick!”

  My mouth dropped open and I would have given anything to
have a time machine to go back in time so I didn’t have to hear that my baby sister had had sex before.

  “What?” Malcolm and I both said at once.

  Malcolm pushed his hand through his hair as he said, “You can’t be going around telling guys that shit, Ashley. Are you insane? All it’s going to take is some dick to think that’s the green light for him to make a move on you. I mean seriously. Walking up to some guy and asking him to fuck, he’s going to say yes.”

  Ashley raised her eyebrows and said, “A guy like you, Malcolm?”

  “What the fuck, Ashley!” I said as I glared at her.

  Malcolm laughed and shook his head as he patted Ashley on the top of her head. “Awe, that’s kind of cute, Ash, but I’m nowhere near the guy for you.”

  Now I looked over at Malcolm with a look of disbelief. I wasn’t sure if I should be more impressed that he remembered my sister’s name or by the fact that he was actually acting like a gentleman for once. Well, kind of like one since Malcolm didn’t even know the definition of the word gentlemen.

  Ashley stomped her feet and I swore I saw tears forming in her eyes. “I’m not a child, Malcolm Wallace, and don’t you dare treat me like one. There are plenty of guys who would kill to sleep with me. How dare you treat me like a baby. Asshole!”

  Ashley spun on her heels and practically ran away. Lifting her hand up, she called back to me, “I’ll call you later, Emmit.”

  I watched as my sister walked away, clearly upset by what had just happened. When I walked over to Malcolm, I shook my head and said, “What in the fuck just happened? What did you do to make her almost cry?”

  When I turned and looked at Malcolm, a look of concern passed over his face. “Um, hell if I know.” Turning to look at me, Malcolm asked, “Did I treat her like a baby just then?”

  “It was the patting on the head. In case the two of you didn’t notice, that young lady is all grown up and is not a child. She’s a woman.”

  Malcolm and I both snapped our heads over to Adaline. “Don’t say that, Addie!” I said in disgust. Malcolm didn’t utter a word as he smiled at Adaline.