Fast & Hard: A Formula 1 Romance (The Fast Series)

by Kat Ransom

  Heat begins building in my core, my legs quivering, my grip on the counter intensifying. I want to feel him inside me though, I’m desperate and aching to be filled by him. “I want to come on your cock,” I grunt out.

  A hand slaps my ass, the sharp sting quickly covered by his warm palm and adding to the intensity of the pleasure overtaking my body. “You’ll come all over my face,” he lifts for a split second to snarl before his tongue is back, flicking up and down my clit relentlessly. Nothing is hotter than him taking charge of me.

  I can’t hold it anymore, my sex clenches as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me and I convulse and buck against him. “Ohhhhhh!” I wail and scream and try tearing the counter off the cabinets.

  “Good girl,” he slaps my ass again. I try to turn to face him but he cups my pussy and holds me against the counter. I hear him rummaging through a kitchen drawer and then his zipper lowering and the telltale sound of a foil wrapper.

  “I need your cock, Lennox” I turn my head to the side against the counter but I can’t see his face. My skin burns for half a second when he rips the waistband of my panties and they fall away. I hear his ragged breathing before I feel it, the crown of his hard dick at my entrance, then an inch expanding and stretching me. “Please,” I beg him and try pushing, wiggling to get more of him.

  He leans all the way over me, his cut chest covering my back and he bites my ear, “You’re going to take every fucking inch.” He stands upright, grabs my hips, and slams hard, all the way into me. Oh god, the burn, he’s so big it knocks the air out of my lungs.

  He circles his hips, he’s so deep at this angle I can feel him pulsing inside of me. He pulls out then pistons into me, driving me into the counter over and over. I lift one leg and try to wrap it around him, he grabs it by my knee and thrusts. My tits are going to have road rash from rubbing against the counter so hard and my insides ripple with pleasure.

  “That’s it, squeeze that tight pussy.” Fuck, I love it when he talks to me like this, it makes me crazy. No one has ever been so filthy with me and it takes me apart at the seams.

  I clench down on his dick with everything I have in me and revel in his grunts, the pleasure I know I’m giving him. My body begins to shake all over and I’m seeing white spots from crushing my eyes closed so tight but I want him to come with me. “Harder, give it to me harder.”

  Oh, shit.

  Holy hell, I didn’t think it could get any harder but he’s giving it to me. Kitchen drawers are rocking, something crashed behind me, and the sound of our flesh slapping together is echoing in this massive house. “Come for me,” he orders.

  As if accepting his command is my sole job, electricity surges through me and I spasm around him, screaming his name so loud every sheep and neighbor within fifty miles may have heard me. My knees go weak and I nearly collapse to the floor, but Lennox catches me around the waist and flips me around.

  He throws me up on the counter like a rag doll and pulls my hips to the edge. His eyes are full of domination and there is no question of who is in charge here. Staring into my eyes that are still watering from the last orgasm, he spreads my legs and drives into me again. I wrap my legs around his hips and lurch forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and hanging on for dear life.

  One of his sculpted arms falls to the counter behind me as he tries to get more leverage and drive harder into me. “Need you deeper,” he groans before bending down to take my nipple into his mouth. I arch my back and hold my breast up so he can nip and suck it.

  I don’t know how much more of this I can take, his stamina is insane. I’m ready to beg and plead when his arms slide under my ass and he picks me up, twirls me around, takes a few steps and drives me up against a wall. I dig my heels into his ass and gyrate my hips using his broad shoulders for support. My muscles are exhausted but he feels so good so deep inside of me and I want him to lose control and come inside of me.

  Lennox leans his chest back but I’m completely stable between his arms under me and the sheer force of his hips driving me into the drywall. “Touch yourself,” he pants.

  I bring my arm in from his shoulder and start rubbing my clit but it’s too much, I’m so sensitive. “I can’t,” I whimper and shake my head, my sweaty hair clinging to my face.

  “Rub that beautiful pussy or I’m going to fuck you for the next twelve hours.”

  Oh my god, it’s so intense, colors are swirling in my brain and my throat is raw from screaming and grunting. I believe every syllable that he really would, and could, fuck me for the next twelve hours. “Oh gaaa,” my body jerks and my hips rise, tears are streaming down my cheeks as I thrash.

  “That’s it, love, give it to me.”

  “Oh god, it’s too much, oh my god,” I cry.

  “Give. It. To. Me.” He drives into me harder at each word, filling me deep into my womb.

  “Lennox!” I wail, a bolt of lightning and heat racing through me, my core finding the last bit of energy it has to orgasm around him one more time. He smashes his chest back against me and drives upward into me one, two, three more times before his whole body tenses and he bites down on my shoulder and howls.

  My whole body goes limp, lifeless against him. I can’t even pick my head up and I certainly can’t think straight. Strong arms wrap around me and I can’t even hang on, but he has me. This wonderful strong man has me safe in his arms and I don’t have to worry.

  As he carries me up a set of stairs, his cock finally wiggles free and drops out of me. I can’t keep my eyes open to see where we’re going but before comprehension returns to my mind, he’s pulled back covers on his bed and gently lays me down. My body sinks into a plush, warm mattress, my head is absorbed into a cloud, every muscle in my body tingling or cramping.

  Sleep is about to overtake me when I feel a wet towel cleaning me and then his warm, hard body next to mine. He pulls me into him, covers us up, and my body gives up the fight.

  Twenty One

  “I know you are the only one, my little tease of heaven. And you know I am the only one, your bitter taste of hell.” - Drowning Pool - 37 Stitches

  Lennox

  Orange and red flames dance across the charred twigs and limbs, glowing embers popping and hissing as moisture inside the wood bursts and explodes. The dance of the fire has me so transfixed I don’t notice Mallory’s awake until the sliding door opens and she steps outside to join me at the fire pit. A steaming mug of coffee in her hand, she’s wearing a pair of my sweatpants rolled up several times at her waist, and my Talisker Distillery hoodie.

  “What was in the suitcase I hauled in if not your own clothes?” Honestly, I should throw her suitcase into the bay so she has to wear nothing but my clothes, but I still need to tease her.

  She smirks at me over the rim of her mug, otherwise ignoring me and taking a seat in one of the wooden Adirondack chairs close to the fire. Her hair is twisted up on the top of her head and she looks like she got fucked half to death then slept for twelve hours, because that’s exactly what happened.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” She eyes me suspiciously.

  Because the sight of you in my clothes, in my house, in my bed, is doing things to me that I don’t know how to deal with. And we’re here for a different reason, as much as I’d like to pretend otherwise. “How’d you sleep?”

  “Mmm,” she moans and rolls her head stretching her neck, “amazing until I woke up with a sandpaper-y tongue licking my face.”

  “If I had a sandpaper tongue…”

  “Stop!” She closes her eyes and simpers, “too early for that.”

  “The black one is Prost, the grey one is Senna. They’re siblings and they fight like hell.” My super lame F1 pun is lost on her.

  “So is this what you do when you come home, do yard work and burn things?”

  “Men have to start a certain number of fires each year or our balls fall off.” I realize I’m being especially sarcastic, trying to avoid the inevitable.


  “You must be a pyromaniac then, your balls are in excellent condition,” she gives me a thumbs up, lifts her knees onto her chair and stretches my hoodie over them.

  I’d much rather continue making sexual innuendos or just sit here quietly with her by the fire, but I need to rip the bandage off. “So how does this work, you just ask me questions? You record this or take notes or something?”

  Her face falls, her expression blank.

  “I’ll answer whatever you ask but my family still stays out of it, they won’t be joining us.”

  “I won’t meet your parents?” She creaks, her voice still groggy from sleep or hoarse from screaming last night.

  I feel like a prick but I need to remember that she’s here with an agenda, one that I imposed it on her. This is her safety net from her father, Celeritas, and hell, even me when she gets sick of my shit and quits or leaves me at the end of the season. If not sooner. With more edge to my voice than I intend, it comes out, “It’s just a hard line for me. They didn’t sign up for this life, I won’t do it to them.”

  “I didn’t mean…”

  “I’m sorry, Mal, that’s the only thing off the table. Pick something else. Where do you want to start?” Maybe I should get a knife and slice my chest open for the whole world to see, it’d be quicker and probably less painful.

  “Why are you being like this? I didn’t ask for this. I said no, you’re the one who called Cooper.” Her hands are shaking around her coffee mug.

  Jesus, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I take a deep breath and run my hands through my hair. “You’re right. I’m an asshole, I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not doing it, Lennox. I won’t.”

  “You have to. You said you’d do this for me.”

  Her lip is quivering and her eyes are glassy. “But you’re doing it for me and I don’t want it.”

  She may not want it now but she will eventually. If I can’t be there forever I need to do what I can to make sure she has a soft place to land. I walk over to her, kiss her coffee tinted lips, and pull her phone out of the front pocket of her hoodie. Over her protests, I go back to my chair, swipe up and find the audio recorder app. Turning it on, I set it on the arm of my chair.

  “Can we just do this?” I ask with as much patience as I can muster.

  “Anything I want to know I wanted to know for me, not for any other reason.” She wipes her eyes with her sleeves. My jaw ticks and I swallow hard to keep myself in my seat, keep myself from storming over there and wrapping my arms around her.

  “Let’s just start there then, what do you want to know?” She refuses to answer me and is staring off into the grass that’s whistling in the breeze. “Childhood, car collection, what do I do in my spare time, girlfriends…” Her eyes dart to mine when I say girlfriends and then dart back to the grass. “Ah, there it is. Girlfriends, it is, let’s start there.”

  I wait her out until she finally asks. “Why did you say you’ve never brought another woman here?” She won’t look at me but she’s gazing into the fire in front of her now, so at least her head isn’t turned in the opposite direction anymore.

  “Because I haven’t. I bought this place when Kate and I broke up.” Her eyes lift to mine. She’s been all over my online accounts, she knows all about people I’ve been with, Kate was just the most public. And the most awful. “Everything went to shit right around then and I needed somewhere to get away from it all. I sure as hell didn’t want to stay living in the same house with memories of her in it. Found this place. It was a decrepit pit when I bought it, seemed fitting.”

  “Why did you break up?” She’s speaking so quietly I can barely hear her over the crackling of the fire and the sound of the waves breaking in the distance.

  I should have brought scotch out instead of coffee. “Technically? Cheating.”

  “So you did cheat on her.” I see her whole body tense up and her teeth gnash.

  “Wow,” I lean back in my chair. “That’s what you think of me.” I think this interview, or whatever the hell it is, is telling me far more about Mallory than she’s learning about me. I thought I could fall in love with her, but this is how little she knows me.

  “Photos don’t lie, Lennox,” she snarls at me. “And I read the messages she sent to you. Online.”

  “And? I haven’t looked at any of that shit in years. Couldn’t even imagine what they say and I care even less.”

  “Are you saying you didn’t cheat on her?”

  “If I have to answer that, Mallory, I’ll just call the plane and have them take you wherever…”

  “You said you’d answer anything,” she snaps and interrupts me, her eyes hard and accusing.

  I am contractually bound from discussing this, most definitely for any kind of media. But there is lava coursing through my veins and the old familiar roll in my stomach and I’m sick to death of it. “You want to know if I cheated on her, Mallory?” I stand from my chair and yell, pacing along the fire. Her head is tracking me, a tear rolls down her cheek. “I walked in on her fucking someone else in my room in the motorhome, Budapest, two years ago!”

  Her hands shoot to her mouth and she gasps. “I’m…”

  “No, you want to hear the gory details? You want to know?” I yell. It’s too late to stop my adrenaline surge now, it’s all coming out. “She was fucking our pal Digby goddamn DuPont. I had one shit season and she jumped ship for the golden boy of F1! Then,” I roar as tears stream down her face, “then the little pissant joins our team and I have to play second fiddle to the motherfucker! Not because he can drive, he’s a useless twat! Because of money and politics! They turn my engine down during races, Mallory! They’ve made a fucking joke out of me! Everything I worked for! Everything my parents gave up for me, gone!”

  I can’t even see straight I’m so furious. Every muscle is clenched and I’m storming back and forth looking for something to drive my fist through.

  “Lennox,” Mallory sobs and starts toward me.

  “Don’t!” I put up a hand and she stops. “Just don’t.” I pace back and forth until my vision returns. “You know what, do me a bloody favor and publish that,” I point to her phone. “That’ll definitely violate my contract and then I can get on with my life.”

  Enough time passes that my breathing returns stable and I lean up against the waist-high stone wall surrounding the fire pit. Mallory is still standing there watching me, full-on sobbing with tears soaking her face. She’s probably freezing and I don’t know why that’s the thought going through my stupid head right now.

  She takes another couple of steps toward me and I have no idea how I plan to react, but she doesn’t come to me. Moving like a catatonic zombie, she grabs her phone from my chair, turns around, and tosses it into the fire without a word.

  “What the hell?” I step forward but it’s deep in the red embers and already melting, black plastic oozing, green and blue fire wrapping around it and sucking it under.

  Mallory moves in front of me, her face is wracked in pain, streams pour from her eyes and run down her neck. “I am so sorry. Please forgive me,” she sobs, her shoulders heaving. “I was stupid and insecure…”

  Jesus, I can’t.

  I can’t take her crying like this, fighting for breath she’s so upset. I drag her to me and crush her in my arms, hold her head tight against my chest. She wraps her arms around my waist and is squeezing the air from my lungs but she won’t stop crying.

  Needing her closer to me I bend down and lift her up, her legs wrap around me and she clings to my neck. I walk us past the house and to the cliffs overlooking the bay and sit us in the tall grass, her still clinging to me. I don’t know what else to do but sitting here watching the waves break gives me peace and we both need that.

  I keep my arms around her to keep her warm, running my hands up and down her back, and eventually, she calms. “I don’t want any of it, I only want you,” she squeezes and mumbles into my flannel shirt. “I want to hide here with you fo
rever and never see any of them again.”

  Aye, wouldn’t that be a dream. If only life were that simple. I kiss her hair. I have to fix this, all of it. I can tie her father up indefinitely with lawyers far better than his but that won’t mend what’s broken. She’ll be stripped of her dream and her family. I can break my contract with Celeritas and walk away but then I’ll never drive again, Mum and Pop would never understand, it’ll all have been for naught.

  The sun finally comes out, a rarity for spring in Scotland, and the warmth heats us up. Far out in the water a couple of dolphins or whales surface. I think they’re dolphins because the minke whales shouldn’t be here until next month, but I’ve told worse lies for worse reasons. I flip Mallory around, stretch my legs out, which are both asleep and tingling, and point to the ‘whales’ out in the bay.

  She clings to my arms around her shoulders until Bodach, the old-man-cat of the clan, finds us and crawls into her lap like the attention whore he is. “This one’s taken, mate, find your own girl,” I joke.

  “Am I still? Mallory says softly, her head down and her hands busy petting Bodach.

  “My girl?”

  She nods and I feel her quiver. If she starts crying again we’ll freeze to death out here, the cats will eat our corpses.

  “Promise me you’ll stay away from him. I can handle anything else. Just please trust me and stay away from him.” I will find a way to fix everything as long as she trusts me on this.

  “I promise you,” she swivels her hip to take my chin in her palm and looks into my eyes.

  I drop my forehead to hers. “There’s something else you need to know.”

  She pivots on her ass and turns to face me, her eyes swollen and bloodshot. I don’t want to see her cry ever again. I’ll figure something out, I have to. But at this moment, I can make her laugh, see her smile again. “The nearest Apple store is like, five hours away, love.”