Chapter 25 #2
“You turn me on. Watching you race, fearless, doing the thing I love more than anything? My personal catnip.” I smile wide, then reach for the zipper on my suit, slide it down, and pull my arms out, letting the material hang at my sides.
He does the same to his suit, then pulls me close, my chest pressing against his as he kisses me.
It’s not a soft, sweet thing. It’s heated instantly, filled with need, the adrenaline in our veins turning into something altogether different.
We’re a clash of lips and teeth and mingled breaths, and as we kiss, he walks me back, hands to my hips to guide me through the place he seems to know like second nature until my butt bumps into something.
His fingers move on the zip of my race suit, tugging it down past my hips as we kiss before his hand sinks, cupping me over my shorts and underwear. His finger presses deliciously against my clit, and I gasp.
“Rome—”
“Let me fuck you here,” he groans.
“I—” I start, unsure. His hand on my center is so terribly distracting, I can’t finish any kind of argument.
“I told you watching you turned me on,” he sighs. “I need you.” His lips trail to my neck, and my head tilts to give him better access before speaking.
“Okay,” I say. He groans before he gets to work, tugging my shorts, underwear, and the suit down to my knees.
Then his hands move to my waist, lifting me before setting me onto a surprisingly clean workbench.
Greedy hands tug my top and bra off, adding them to the pile on the floor, moving to tug my boots off, the suit following to the ground until I’m sitting before him naked.
My breathing is heavy and uneven as he places a hand on either leg and presses kisses to the skin he just revealed, slowly parting my legs as he does.
His lips find one ankle, then the other leg’s shin—a press to the inside of one calf, and a lick to a knee.
I’m panting when he spreads my legs further, settling on his knees before me as he gives me a long, hot kiss to my inner thigh.
He uses his hands to scoot me closer to the edge.
He places a soft, almost chaste kiss on my clit, then taps the outside of my left leg.
“Leg up, baby,” he murmurs, and I look down at him, confused, dazed by the desire coursing through my veins.
He grins at me, fingers sliding up my calf, shifting it until my foot sits on the edge of the workbench, leaving me spread wide open.
His fingers slide through my center, already wet with anticipation, and I release a breathy sigh.
“Fuck, you look so good like this.”
“Rome—” I start, but the words die on my tongue as his head lowers, and his lips wrap around my clit and suck.
“Fuck!” I shout, my fingers threading through his thick, messy strands, a bit damp with sweat from his helmet.
His head tips back, tongue now on the tiny bundle of nerves as he grins, eyes wide.
I can’t move much like this, needing to keep myself from falling.
Add in the way his hand is on my inner thigh, holding me open, and I’m relatively immobile, which he knows.
And from the look on his face, he likes it.
I’ve learned my man loves to have me at his mercy.
“Rome,” I groan, head tipping back as the pleasure grows.
My eyes drift shut as I allow myself to fall into it, to savor every lick of his tongue over me, every moment of build, knowing he won’t let me come until he decides.
A moment later, though, my head is snapping forward, looking at him with a hint of confusion.
His face is stern, and my inner thigh throbs from where he just slapped it, hard.
“No fucking way, Lana. You watch what I’m doing.” I moan, loud, the sound echoing in the empty shop and adding something extra tantalizing to the already scorching moment.
“Rome,” I whimper as his head dips, tentatively licking me from center to clit. My eyes don’t leave his face, and he grins wide.
“Atta girl. Now watch while I make you come,” he says, then his head dips once more, but this time, he adds his fingers, sliding two in deep and quick, before he starts fucking me with them.
The urge to let my head fall back and enjoy the moment is tempting, but I don’t give in.
Instead, I watch—I watch his hand pumping, his eyes drifting shut, watch as the little moans and groans leave his lips, vibrating against my pussy as if he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
It doesn’t take long until I’m close, my breathing stuttering, my body strung tight.
But when his teeth scrape across my clit, I come hard.
My fingers pull his head to my pussy to get more, to drag out the exquisite pleasure, and he groans, the sound deep and vibrating through me.
His fingers dig into my thigh as he does, sparking a hint of pain, and the orgasm flares higher, sending me screaming.
My hips buck, but he holds me in place as I come and come and come, unsure if it’s one terribly long orgasm or multiple and not caring in the least.
Eventually, when I drift down from that high, he starts to press softer, slower licks to my center, his fingers sliding out.
He places a few sloppy kisses to my lower belly before he finally stands and presses his lips to mine, hard and deep.
He tastes like me, musky and sweet but also tinged with something so Rome—the perfect combination.
It reignites that flare in my belly, and my hands travel to his waist, pushing his suit and shorts down as he cups my breast, using his wet fingers to tweak my nipple.
My hands falter as pleasure shoots through me, but I hold onto my focus, reaching into his underwear and pulling out his hard cock, stroking it once, then twice, before he takes over.
“This is going to be quick,” he groans, and I let out a small, breathless laugh.
“Who knew watching me race really did it for you that much?” I tease, but my words are caught on a gasp as he lines up the head of his cock and slams in deep.
He doesn’t give me any time to adjust before he pulls out and thrusts in again, grinding as he does against my over-sensitive clit.
His arms wrap my waist, tugging my front to him.
My legs lock around his hips as he starts to fuck me in earnest.
“Watching you race,” he grunts, pulling out and sliding in again.
“Seeing my team name written on you.” Another hard, deep thrust, and an accompanying groan, his eyelids fluttering shut with pleasure.
“You in my garage, on my workspace, knowing that I’ll never be able to look at it again without seeing you naked, moaning my name.
” I moan again at that one, the need building again as I tighten around him, and his lips tip up.
“Tasting you coming on my tongue. All of it does it for me, Lana. You fucking do it for me.”
I gasp as his hand travels up, cupping my breast and rolling the nipple roughly between his fingers. “Love this, baby. Love how you take me, how you like it rough, how you let me to take what I need from you.”
“Take it, Rome,” I moan, the words sounding like a plea. “Please.”
“Fuck yeah.” His fingers pinch hard, and my head falls to his shoulder.
“Touch yourself,” he demands. “Get there one more time.” I could argue that I don’t think I have another orgasm in me, not after the huge one he just pulled from me, but I know it’s not true. Even if it were, I know Rome would pause his own pleasure indefinitely until it was true.
So I slide my hand down between us, putting my palm to my clit and letting my fingers glide down to where he’s filling me. We both groan, him from the added touch of my fingers around his cock, me from the feel of where we’re joined plus the pressure on my clit. “Oh, god.”
“That’s it. Fuck.”
“I’m gonna come,” I moan, my hand grinding into my clit, the entire scene overwhelming me.
“I know, baby, me too. Fuck, come on. I’m right there.
I’m going to fill you just like you want.
” That’s what it does, as it always does: part permission, part knowing he’s going to fall apart right behind me, part not wanting to let go until the very last moment.
Either way, I scream, knowing there are no nosy hotel neighbors around to hear me shatter.
He slams in deep, groaning my name into my neck as he comes.
He stays there, hips rocking and pulling out every last aftershock from my body before I remove my hand, sliding it up his chest and over his shoulder.
“Best date ever,” I mumble as he holds me to him, knowing that I have no energy left to hold myself up. He laughs, loud and deep and full of that rare freeness I love to hear, before pressing his lips to my forehead.
“Agreed.”