by Vivien Vale
This time it takes me a little longer to get down the road. Jenna shivering beside me makes me take extra care.
I know she’d be safe even if I drive faster, but I don’t want to disturb her any more than she already is. I can tell this has really rattled her.
When we get to the wreckage, I stop. At first we just sit and stare out at the wrangled metal. Eventually we both get out of the car.
She hands me some papers. I take them slowly.
I sigh. This is not going to be easy.
“Let’s do this,” I say and drag myself over to the dead man.
It’s not a pretty sight. I take a deep breath before I reach in through the smashed window of the driver’s seat. I try and avoid looking at the dead man’s eyes as they stare wide open into the distance.
It occurs to me this could’ve been me. Or Jenna. Fuck Any mistake on our parts during the chase and either of us might’ve ended up wrapped around a tree or smashed at the bottom of the hill.
Life and death—a finite continuum. I’m trying to keep my breathing regular.
His body is still warm and soft to touch. Rigor mortis hasn’t set in yet.
My fingers fumble through the pockets of the dead man. The key must be there somewhere. Surely he’d keep it on his body.
At the same time, I’m scanning the area immediately around him, just in case it’s lying somewhere close to him.
With difficulty, I reach into the pockets of his pants. Bingo. I’ve found them.
First things first. I turn to Jenna and open the lock on the handcuffs, then I take them from her. She instantly rubs her left wrist.
Anger threatens to overcome me, and any feelings of remorse I have for the dead man disappear.
“Now, if we put the fake blueprints in his car, it should be enough to throw them off the trail.”
Jenna smiles weakly. Her tearstained face is a sad sight to my eyes. My heart feels as if it’s going to break.
How did I not trust her?
Why didn’t I just down and talk to her? It hits me like a tsunami.
I’m fucking sick and tired of games, lies, and deceit. I love this woman.
I’ve made my living out of deceiving others and participating in an illegal activity. It never worried me before.
I loved it. I loved the status it gave me, the fast cars, the sex and the money—but no more.
Everything has changed. A woman has managed to make me see life differently. I want things to change, and I don’t want to keep going the way I’ve been going.
“But what’ll happen?” Jenna’s question pulls me out of my thoughts.
I look at her.
“What do you mean?”
“The racing? What’ll happen? Are they going to shut us down?”
“Who gives a fuck,” I say, and I really mean it. I could have lost Jenna.
I could have lost her forever. I could have lost her before we even had a chance to make it together. And that’s infinitely worse than what could happen with the racing circuit.
“But racing’s your life.”
I shake my head.
“It might have been once. But not anymore.”
She smiles, and her facial expression softens a little and loses its tension. My heart does summersaults.
I fucking love this woman—I really love her.
“Come on,” I say to her. “Let’s do this.”
I take the handcuffs and throw them back in the car.
“Maybe we should keep these for later?” I joke.
A dark shadow passes across her face. We can always get another set.
Next I put the key back in the pocket. Then I put the blueprints Jenna prepared onto the driver’s seat. It will look as if the agent got some information and then ran off the road.
Or who knows what it will look like. As long as they’re off our backs, that’s all that matters.
Slowly we walk back to the car.
Jenna looks at me.
“Let’s go,” I say, and we again go back up the hill.
Jenna leans back in her seat and stares straight ahead. I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking.
When we’re back at where we left Jenna’s car, I stop. I text one of my guys to come and collect Jenna’s car.
“I’ll just leave your key in it,” I tell Jenna and head over to her vehicle.
When I get back into the driver’s seat, she’s smiling at me.
It takes less than twenty minutes to get back to the racetrack. I park my car and help Jenna out of her seat.
She’s still shaking. The events of the night are catching up with her. I put my arm protectively around her waist and pull her tightly into me.
She’s a perfect fit. I smile.
In my cockpit, I breathe in the smell of petrol and watch my crew clean up.
They stop and look at me as we approach. I give them the thumbs up to let them know I’m okay. I don’t want to go into detail now and give a lengthy explanation of what happened tonight. I just want to be here with Jenna in familiar surroundings.
There’ll be time for talking later. But there is one thing I need to say.
Jenna looks at me with questions in her eyes.
I smile at her and pull her toward me. Our eyes lock. Little electric shock waves ripple through my body.
My cock’s hard already and pressing against her. I can see the intensity and lust in her eyes and know her pussy will be waiting for me.
My lips press down on hers hard. I demand entry into her mouth, and my tongue lashes around to find hers.
My fingers slide down her back to her ass. I feel her fingernails dig into my back.
I’m breathing hard and fast.
I want her. I need her. Fuck, I need her.
But first, I have to tell her.
“Jenna, I could have lost you tonight. I should have trusted you, confided in you. But I’m going to start right now with being completely truthful.”
I swallow hard as I struggle to say the words I’ve never told a woman.
“I love you.”
Jenna
I am still shocked. The agent is dead, and this is over.
But I’m even more shocked by the words falling from Braden’s lips. He loves me? Oh my god, he loves me. I can see in his eyes that every word is true.
For the first time, I feel confident that everything will be fine for us.
Suddenly, we can't keep our hands off each other. Maybe the emotions of it all have finally sunk in for us both. I know that I’m quivering with all these emotions racing through me.
"That was too close for comfort. When I saw you, Jenna, I thought I would lose you."
Braden's voice cracks for a moment. He pulls me into an office and then into his arms. Our lips crush against each other in a passionate embrace.
The heat of the moment overtakes us. My hands are pushing up Braden's shirt, raking my nails over his well-defined abdomen.
God help me for admitting this, but I want him more now than I ever have. A rush of heat is surging through my entire body.
Braden wastes no time with me. His hands are already yanking at my pants. The panties are coming down with them.
I gasp when he shoves two fingers inside of me. No warning or warm-up. I can tell right away this will be an aggressive fuck.
He pushes his fingers all the way inside. He forces my pussy to stretch around the slippery digits.
Braden holds his fingers deep, twisting them around to stimulate my G-spot.
I'm watching his eyes. They're smoldering with lust. When he looks at me like this, I melt.
I have fallen so deeply in love with Braden. Now I know we both feel the same way, and the world can be damned if they don't approve.
“I love you, Jenna,” he says again, his eyes dark and intense.
“I love you too,”
Breathless and panting, a trickle of fluid runs down my inner thigh. Braden has me so sexually charged right now, and this admission only mak
es me want him more.
But he doesn't allow me to come. Not yet.
We’re in the office area where no one can see us.
"Lock the door so we’re not disturbed. I have plans for that body of yours tonight." Braden laughs, deep and sexy, and I shiver in anticipation.
I can't stop smiling, not just because of tonight and that he loves me, but because we don't have to hide anymore. Everything between us can be out in the open.
I make sure to lock the office door, tugging it once or twice just to make sure that no one can get it. The last thing we need is the someone walking in while I’m in the middle of taking his cock in my mouth. It would be bad for business.
I lean back against the door. I chew on my bottom lip, watching. The first thing to go is Braden's shoes. He kicks the boots he had on across the room. His ocean-blue eyes stay locked to mine.
My throat goes dry when the teeth of his zipper unleash his massive cock.
"Jenna, stop holding your breath."
Exhaling hard, I didn't even realize that I stopped breathing for a few seconds.
His cock is fucking magnificent, and I know very well by now just what it can do. The last time we fucked, I could have died a happy woman from that pleasure alone.
Braden's pants and shirt are tossed onto a chair to the right of him; he’s naked and standing there like a statue of a Greek god.
Braden looks at me with raw hunger in his eyes. Raising a hand, he calls me forward with the curl of his finger.
I’m already wet in anticipation.
When I am a foot away, he places his hand out, smirks, and tells me to get on my knees in front of him. I fold my hands in my lap. My mouth is already salivating.
"Slide your tongue out and lick my cock first," Braden says as his hand goes to the back of my head. He knots his fingers in my hair, pushing my mouth onto his throbbing cock.
My tongue takes long licks over his shaft, and it twitches at the touch of my warm mouth.
Giving a man a blowjob has never felt this good, even all the times with Braden. I want to make him feel incredible. Slithering my tongue over his balls, I put one in my mouth, pulling back with a pop.
"Fuck, babe. Your mouth feels incredible."
Braden's hand is guiding my head upwards. I make sure to use my tongue to trace up the vein on the underside of his cock.
I avoid the head for the moment, my tongue taking long strokes over the ridge, teasing him. I want him to demand that I take him into my mouth.
Braden pulls my head off him, his eyes looking down at me. "Open wide. Take me all the way down your throat, Jenna. Show me what you can do."
The night fades away to nothing but the two of us showing each other how much we want the other in our lives. I know that even though this started as something else, I can't imagine not having Braden in my life.
We’ve come so far.
"Of course. I only want to please you, Braden," I say, my voice never wavering. I open my mouth wide, slowly enveloping the shaft of his cock with my lips. I won't stop until every inch is buried down my throat.
Grunts of approval come from above. I know by the stiffening of Braden's body that I am doing what he likes. What he demands.
"Jenna, fuck, baby. Keep doing it just like that."
The more he praises me, the more I want to do for him.
I slide my mouth up and down his cock. The head is pushing into my throat each time. He bucks his hips forward the deeper I take him.
Sounds from the other part of the building are in the background. There are people dumping trash, sweeping floors, and doing the after-hours work.
A knock on the door freezes me in place, but when Braden calls out to whoever it is, they leave right away. It was probably someone wanting to clean this office. Too bad for them, it’s completely occupied for the remainder of the evening.
When the footsteps make their way down the hallway, we continue. I want to make him come in my mouth. I can tell he wants that, too, from the intensity he’s fucking my face.
His cock is swollen and leaking precum down my throat. Just the flavor alone has me using my tongue to draw more into my mouth.
"Fuck, Jenna. Keep that pretty mouth sucking my cock."
Braden's hand is fisting my hair tighter. He wraps his fingers in my dark locks.
The sounds of gagging echo in the room, but I know he loves it.
We’re crazy about each other. Tonight was a breaking point, and I know without a doubt that I’m totally and completely in love with this man.
I’ve always known somewhere deep inside of me, but I can finally openly admit to it. With the agent now gone—well, dead—we won't have to worry about his interference any longer.
I close my eyes for a moment, my mouth doing all the work on Braden’s cock. Opening as wide as possible, the girth of his cock is throbbing in my mouth. So is the strength behind the pressure he is putting on my throat. I know he’s close to exploding in my mouth.
His voice is raspy, and his hand begins to shake. "Fuck, I'm gonna come in your mouth. Open wide, babe. You're about to get a mouth full of hot cream.”
The first splash of cum into my throat makes me groan with satisfaction. The ones after that are swallowed down in big gulps. My mouth doesn't leave Braden's cock until he empties every last drop of cum down my throat.
"Fuck, baby, that was fucking mind-blowing. I swear no one will ever compare to you, Jenna."
“Good thing they won’t have to. Because I don’t plan on sharing.”
Braden chuckles and reaches for my hand and pulls me up to him. With hands wrapped around my body, he kisses me roughly.
He is not done, nor am I. We’ve only just begun.
"Go over to the desk and lean over it. Time for me show you a thing or two about getting your pussy devoured."
Almost giddy, I do as he asks. I bend over the desk for him.
"Now where did I put those handcuffs?"
Braden
When Jenna gives a blowjob, it’s hard to recover from it. My cock is still throbbing.
Laughing, I tease her with the handcuffs but don’t intend on using them. I don’t need them to keep Jenna in place. She’s already mine, in every sense of the word.
I rub my chin, the stubble making a soft sound as my fingers move over the coarse hair. For a moment I want to take in the view.
“Stand still. Yeah, just like that,” I say, smirking. The thoughts that run through my head are all dirty and devious. How long can I make her stand that way before she complains?
Or before I have to get a taste of that seductive pussy.
Jenna pulls her long tresses to the side, looking over her shoulder, pouting. “Braden, please don’t make me beg you!”
It’s the bottom lip sticking out that gets to me. A woman that I love—yes, that I love—needs me. How can I refuse her?
With a confident stride, I move closer, dropping down to my knees behind her ass.
“Look at that ass. You’re fucking perfect, baby.”
I lick my lips, knowing that her pussy is soaking wet; I can see the glistening sheen on her swollen lips. The scent of her pussy sends chills through my body. That’s something I don’t usually experience, but this woman...she’s one of a kind.
“Tell me that you want me to devour that pussy, Jenna,” I growl.
Jenna wiggles her ass, smirking. “I want you, Braden. I want that mouth on my pussy, right fucking now.”
Who am I to deny a request like that?
I stretch my tongue out, licking up her soft pussy lips.
Fucking incredible. Jenna tastes like the bite of that last-of-the-season summer peach. She’s so wet her cunt juices drip down my chin, a drop landing on my chest.
With my hands now on her hips to pull her pussy open wider, it takes everything not to bury my face in her sweetness. I can’t control the urge.
My face plants directly on her pussy. This woman makes me fucking euphoric.
My tongue moves u
p the swell of her pussy, the lips slick and coated with a thin layer of juices. I could spend all night eating her out, but there’s so much more I have planned.
Jenna moves her hands to the front of the desk. She grips the ledge with a tight hold.
“Oh, fuck, Braden,” she moans.
Her cries of pleasure are music to my ears. Satisfying a woman is something I never cared about as much as myself, but when it comes to Jenna, everything’s different. I care about her in a whole new way.
This whole adventure has been the most chaotic time in my life to date. But I know I’ll never stop wanting more of Jenna by my side.
How could I? She’s not only stunning, she’s smart, and her personality is second to none.
My dick is so fucking hard, but I’m not going to fuck her until she comes in my mouth, all over my face and down my chest. I’m a greedy bastard this time around. We have a lot to celebrate, and almost losing her has made me even more possessive.
I rub my hand over her swollen pussy, pulling back just enough to smack her on the lips. Not hard or forceful, but in a way that I entirely have her attention.
Cries of pleasure erupt from Jenna. “Braden, you keep that up and you’ll make me come.”
I groan out loud—a deep animalistic groan. I’m salivating as I think about my tongue slipping into Jenna’s cunt.
That’s what I intend to do. I want to make Jenna come so hard that she’s fucking breathless—so hard that she buckles her legs and I have to hold her up to keep her from falling.
Not yet, though. Not until Jenna begs me for it. I think she needs to feel what I do each time she walks into a room and I can’t touch her body or feel her lips on me.
“Not yet, baby. I’m only just getting started!” I say, smirking. I stand behind her, for a moment rubbing my cock up and down her pussy lips. Nope, not yet.
She’ll remember tonight for a very long time.
My hands wrap around her waist, turning her body to face me. “Kiss me. Taste yourself on my lips.”
I pull her close to my body. My arms wrap around her, and our lips crush together.
Passion fuels our embrace. Tongues are tormenting each other, sharing the secrets between two lovers. I find solace in her lips for the moment.
I know she can taste that honey that dripped on my tongue. Her sweetness could attract bees to the hive. She is the queen, of course.
