by Ward, Kira
I quickly spun myself back forward in the seat, and it was only then that I felt his hard cock press up against the center of my ass. It must have been locked down from the pressure of my body and it just then managed to wrench free due to my sudden movements. It made my heart skip a beat. I could feel the heat through both of our clothes.
I reached for the door handle, realizing that I should probably get out and move to the passenger side, but the moment that my hand touched the door, Caleb’s hand came up and gripped on to my hip.
I swallowed hard, not sure what was about to happen, not sure if I should ignore the gesture and continue opening the door, but his hand slithered down to the flesh of my thigh, and then back up my leg until he was caressing my waist.
A knot formed in my throat, and heat was surging between my thighs. I wasn’t sure if it was the music, the car, the fact that driving over 100mph on the track had been one of the most exciting moments of my life, or what it was—no man had ever turned me on with a simple touch of his hand.
His arm moved again, and my grip on the door loosened then dropped to my side. I let my weight fall back again against his chest and tilted my head back against his shoulder.
“You smell amazing,” he whispered, his breath causing little tingles to ripple through my ear.
His free hand joined in, rising up my other side until it was directly under my breast. I thought maybe he would hesitate, that he wouldn’t take things any further, but he didn’t. There was only a moment’s pause before he cupped my breast and squeezed, causing me to spew out an audible moan.
I reached my hand back and gently touched his face, feeling the stubble of his evening shadow. It was still Caleb, alright, but the boy was now a man.
I realized my eyes were closed, and when I pulled them open, I spun back around, pulling myself from Caleb’s grip and putting myself in a straddling position. I placed both hands on Caleb’s cheeks and took in Caleb’s eyes once more. There was confusion there, lust, need, disappointment—all the emotions that he must have held inside for all those years.
“I’m sorry, Caleb,” I cried.
“Sorry for what?” he whispered, his voice so low that I could barely make it out over the music.
“Sorry for not doing then… what I’m about to do now.”
I didn’t give him time to reply. Instead, I just pulled him towards me while I simultaneously leaned in and pressed our lips together. He inhaled. I inhaled. Both of us vacuuming up each other’s space like it was the last time we’d ever have the chance. His lips were so full, so soft, and the coarse hairs of his upper lip were like velvety sandpaper as they rubbed across the skin of my face.
His hands gripped my waist gently, then harder, and before long both of our hands were clawing at each other’s bodies, and both of our mouths were parted, tongues creating a slippery tornado. It felt like sex, but we weren’t even having sex. I was just so turned on, being so close to him, touching him, tasting him.
I pulled back for air, and we both gasped as I shifted my weight forward, giving me just enough room that I could reach between our legs.
He wasn’t wearing a belt.
My fingers made quick work of his button, and I practically ripped his zipper down and rammed my hand into his pants until I had his throbbing cock in my palm. It was so hot, so big, and he jolted back when I rubbed my finger against the smooth mushroom of a head.
My chin was on his shoulder as I pulled his cock through the opening of his underwear, out of his pants, and navigated it towards my crotch. The thin shorts that I was wearing were loose fitting, and I pushed my lacy, cotton panties to the side, making just enough room that I could lower myself onto him.
“Oh God!” Caleb moaned the moment he penetrated me, and his car engine roared a moment. He had obviously kicked out and accidentally hit the gas. We hadn’t bothered to shut the car off.
His arms wrapped tightly around my back, and I wrapped my arms around his as I slowly jolted myself up and down, my head still resting on his shoulder. I didn’t want to look up at him at that moment, because I didn’t want him to see the shame of me basking in the pleasure, my face tense, and my teeth clenched tightly together.
He turned his head and kissed me on the exposed portion of my neck, causing shockwaves to travel down my body right between my thighs. I whimpered because it felt so good, each wave causing me to clench down on the fullness that I was feeling in my lower belly.
His lips locked on my neck, and when I felt his tongue slither against my skin, I couldn’t take anymore. I knew I was about to explode. I thrashed my head back and pressed both palms hard against his chest as I bounced up and down on his cock as hard and as fast as I could.
“Fuck!” Caleb yelled and squeezed his eyes tight.
“Oh Caleb,” I moaned.
“Oh fuck!” Caleb yelled again.
I felt his knees clench together, and I couldn’t really tell, but it seemed like he was getting even bigger inside of me. I bit my bottom lip and slammed down on him one more time, pressing my clit hard against his pelvis, rocking back and forth until I finally exploded.
“Ohhh god….” I stuttered as I released, and my body shivered. I saw stars, and between the flashes of black and white, I could see Caleb’s head tilted back, jittering in the same ecstasy that I was experiencing.
I fell forward onto him, and rested my chin back on his shoulder, both of us breathing heavily. The music of the last song stopped right at the moment, and for a second or two, all I could hear was the sound of our breaths, and the low howl of the wind outside of the car.
A faint hiss, almost silence, came across the speakers. And then…
“Jitterbug… *snap, snap, snap* Jitterbug… *snap, snap, snap*… You put the boom boom into my heart—Woohoo—”
“Really, Caleb?” I asked breathlessly into his ear. “Wham?”
“What?” His voice was short and crackly. “I told you I like a lot of different music.”
“But Wham!?”
Chapter 16
Caleb
I had over 10,000 songs in my music player. Really.
I pulled up in front of Mason and Layla’s apartment and parked. “Don’t judge me. I don’t even remember putting the song on that playlist.”
Amanda laughed. “I’m not judging you,” she said as she launched a light punch into my shoulder. “But it is pretty fucking funny that a hot, bad boy street racer would listen to….” She shook her head. “Wham.”
“Are you ever going to let me live that down?” I asked. “It’s not like I listen to it every day. It’s just a pick-me-up song. Ya know?”
“I’m just teasing you, Caleb. I better go inside before the two newlyweds start asking questions.” Amanda’s eyes scanned my face, and then she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips. It was a long, sweet kiss, and when I pulled away, her eyes were still closed, and her lips were still puckered. After a moment, she started singing and swaying her hips back and forth. “Wake me up, before you go-go. Don’t leave me hanging on like a—”
“Hey!” I wailed.
Amanda giggled. “I can’t get over it. You’re a funny guy, Caleb.” She stuck a finger out and pushed it against my face before popping the passenger door open and stepping out of the car. “See you soon, I guess?” she said through the passenger window.
“Yeah, I hope so.”
She smiled and walked towards the apartment on the other side, her ass looking just as delicious as ever.
I rolled my window down as she was strolling away. “Oh, and hey… Don’t tell Mason about Wham! Okay?”
“Oh, believe me, I will!” she yelled back and stuck her tongue out.
I let out a big huff and chuckled to myself at the girl. Funny, beautiful… She even handled her own when she was plowing down the track at 120. I sat in my car for several minutes, just thinking about what had happened, still a little stunned by it all. I had just had sex—the most incredible sex I’d ever had—in my GT-R, with t
he girl I had crushed on all through high school—a girl I thought was unattainable.
I looked at the palm of my hands. It all made me feel like a new man. Maybe I had sold myself short in the past? Maybe nothing in the world was unattainable?
Fuck.
So far, going to Miami seemed like one of the best decisions of my life.
Chapter 17
Amanda
I walked in the apartment feeling like I had just robbed a candy store. Layla and Mason were still up, sitting on the couch watching something on Netflix.
“How did it go?” Layla asked.
I kicked my shoes off. “It went amazing. I’ve got the hang of driving a stick now. Caleb took me on the track and everything.”
“He took you on the track?” His eyebrows rose. “He drove some laps with you?”
“No, I drove.”
“What? No…” Mason said.
“Yes, I got up to like 120 on the straight part.”
“120? Caleb let you drive his car that fast? The first time you’re driving a stick?
I shrugged and grinned cockily. “I guess I’m just a natural.”
“Or Caleb is just an idiot.”
“Hey!” I defended. “I did well.”
I walked past the pair and through the hall towards the bathroom, before I heard feet scurrying up behind me. Layla grabbed me by the arm as soon as she was in reaching distance, practically pushing me into the bathroom.
“What the hell? What’s wrong?” I asked as she quickly closed the door.
She pointed her finger at my nose, her mouth wide open. “You fucked Caleb.”
“What?” I played dumb. “What makes you think that?”
Layla grabbed me by the arm and forced me in front of the mirror. She pointed toward a faint red mark right below my ear—the beginnings of a hickey. “You can’t get shit by me, bitch.” She pointed at my face again. “And you’re blushing. You fucked him.”
I pursed my lips a little but didn’t say anything.
“Oh my god! I’m right…” Layla shook her head back and forth, her eyes going wide. “Come on Amanda. Tell me everything.”
I took a step towards the toilet and sat down, dropping my head in my hands. “It was… fucking amazing, Layla. Like, too amazing.”
“I can’t believe you—”
“It’s so freaking big!” I leaned my head back and rolled my eyes up as I sighed.
“You don’t have to convince me,” Layla said. “I’m married to his brother after all.” Layla paused. “Does he have a big mushroom head?”
“Oh my god! You know!”
“It feels fucking good when it—”
“Stop!” I shouted a little too loudly. “Aren’t you supposed to be the shy one?”
Layla laughed. “And aren’t you usually the one who isn’t shy about anything?”
“I don’t know, Layla. He did something to me tonight. It’s just… everything was too perfect.”
Layla smiled and knelt down so she could be face to face with me while I sat on the toilet. She grabbed my hands and stared into my eyes. “I can see it in your face, Amanda. I know exactly how you feel right now.”
I shook my head a little. “How do you know?”
“Because it’s the same feeling I had when I met my husband.”
Chapter 18
Caleb
I could see Mason, Layla, and Amanda stand from their seats and cheer as I zoomed across the finish line of my first race, a good two or three car lengths ahead of the next car behind me. Layla held Travis up in the air and he was practically going nuts, throwing his arms in every direction, ice cream from the cone he was holding all over his face.
The stands were packed, and there were three times as many people at the races than what there was at The Bluffs on a normal racing night. Mason was right—the scene there was huge. And I had to admit, I felt a lot safer riding around on a track where there was no risk that I’d drive my car off the cliff and die.
I pulled my car off the track and parked in a special parking area designated for guests participating in the races. I headed to where the gang was sitting, past concession stands, betting tables, and other standard fare that I would have expected to see at a major street race—only at TITS it was a lot more organized.
“I told you!” Mason spat as soon as he saw me. “I fucking told you.” He held up a high five which I returned before he pulled me into a bear hug.
“Good job, Caleb!” Layla said.
I pulled away from Mason’s hug, feeling a sense of pride that I hadn’t felt before. I wasn’t sure why, since I had won countless races in the past, but that time felt different. Maybe it was because I had people really there, rooting for me. Back in The OC, our parents never visited the races, and everything was touch and go, due to the fact that police were always up our ass. Usually the people rooting for you were just the fans who had placed a bet on you to win.
“Good job,” Amanda muttered and gave me a light hug.
Maybe it was just the fact that she was there.
It had been a week since that night in the parking lot, and we were still feeling each other out. There was something there for sure; I could tell that she liked me, and god knows, I liked her too, but neither of us had made a move to take things to the next level.
She had gotten a couple of modeling gigs since that night, and I had been busy working my ass off getting more acquainted with the track and making sure that everything was fully tuned in for my first real race. One night after practice, I picked her up for a fast food run at Sonic Burger. We sat in that drive-in for hours, talking and laughing, and ended the night with a satisfying make out session before I dropped her back off.
She made me feel like I was teenager again. The connection was unreal. Yet nothing had been made official.
“Good job, brother!” a thick voice rang out behind me, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was surprised when I saw it was Hector. He was holding a bottle of beer and took a quick chug and smirked.
“Um… Thank you,” I said.
“Not bad for your first race. You got lucky to be paired against all the shitty drivers though.”
My eyes narrowed. “Is that some sort of joke?”
Hector held his arms wide in defense. “Don’t take it personal, man.” He lowered his arms and patted one of my shoulders. “You did well. I can’t wait until you and your brother have the honor of seeing my tailpipe.”
“I told you, I have no plans to race any time soon, Hector,” Mason said. “But I’m sure you’ll see Caleb’s tailpipe soon enough.”
Hector grinned. “That would be a first.” His head tilted to the side and he paused as his eyes landed on Amanda. He scanned up and down her tight skinny jeans and t-shirt that hugged all the right curves. “And who is this? I don’t think we’ve met.”
He sidestepped me and held his hand out to Amanda which she accepted gently.
“Amanda. I’m Caleb’s…” She paused and looked at me, like she wasn’t sure what to say. “I’m Caleb’s friend.”
Friend.
I don’t know why that hurt. It’s true that we were just friends, but to hear her say it made my heart sink. And even worse, I didn’t know what exactly I wanted with her other than just friends. I liked her a lot—possibly more than I had ever liked a girl, but I hadn’t had a girlfriend in years. I never pictured myself as the girlfriend kind of guy. I had gone so long only having interest in fun and hookups.
Hector lifted Amanda’s hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed it gently and lightly licked his lips as he pulled away. “Well, you are one divine creature, Ms. Amanda. It’s a pleasure to know you.” His eyes locked on to hers.
“Thanks.” Amanda smiled and looked away a little bit before pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. The whole thing made my ears burn—the way he was coming off as some sort of Rico Suave, trying to woo her, and the way it almost seemed to be working.
Hector was tall, fit, and nicely cle
aned up. I mean, I could see how girls would be attracted to him. I just hoped that Amanda wouldn’t buy into his bullshit.
“Hey, Hector!” I spat. I didn’t really have anything to tell him. It just came out. I wanted to get his attention away from whatever he was doing.
“Oh,” he said as if he was snapping out of a daydream. He turned around and smiled at me. “Sorry about that. I got a little distracted there.” He took a step forward and sighed. “Anyway, I better be going. I’ve got a race to run.”
He turned around one more time, winked at Amanda, and made the quick impression of him picking up a telephone with his hands. As he strutted away, I noticed that Amanda was holding a small card, something the bastard managed to slip her during his performance.
Layla readjusted her grip on Travis, who was too preoccupied with devouring the last bit of his ice cream cone to care what was going on. “Who was that guy?”
“He’s the top racer at the track here,” Mason said. “Yosef said he’s undefeated.”
“You could beat him,” Layla said, always putting her hubby on a pedestal.
Mason chuckled and slapped me on the back. “I don’t have to. We have Caleb to take care of that.”
I crossed my arms, still feeling a bit insecure about Hector hitting on Amanda, but I tried not to let it bother me. I moved to a space beside her, and we all sat down to enjoy the next race.
“That’s Hector’s car,” Mason said when the blue R8 pulled on to the track.
“Oh my god,” Amanda said. “His car is fucking hot.”
“What kind of car is that?” Layla asked.
“It’s an Audi R8,” Mason explained. “Off the lot most of them already have about 450 horsepower. But I’m guess he’s pushing closer to 600 after seeing him do practice laps.”
I squeezed my fists tight. I felt like a jealous little kid and wanted to just come out and ask, “Oh, so my car isn’t hot?” or something equally as ridiculous. I didn’t like hearing her throwing compliments in that cocky guy’s direction, that’s for sure.
