Chapter 36
CHRISTOPHER
There’s no way I’m winning this race.
Not fairly, and certainly not without the help of my nitrous system. Bit of a cheap shot, if I’m being honest, but Calista’s got a supercharger on that sexy fucking engine and there’s no way I’m beating her otherwise.
Cranking the steering wheel hard to the right, I just about graze her bumper as I pull ahead and round the last corner. My ride is better suited for taking corners at high speed but Calista’s got the straightaways locked and fucking loaded.
“You’re going to have to do better than that, darling.”
The bitter wind steals my voice before it gets the chance to hit the silhouette in the driver’s seat, but I swear I see those painted lips curve into a smile.
The road evens out, and just like that, we’re on the last mile. The final stretch of road that will lead one of us to victory.
A high-pitch whine fills the sky as Calista’s supercharger kicks in and she starts to pull away. It took me a bloody long time to bridge that gap and she’s making it look easy as fucking pie to hit the finish line.
It feels like second nature, reaching over and hitting the button that releases the nitrous oxide. Instead of pumping my engine full of supplemental air like the supercharger, the chemical reacts with the air inside, breaking free with the higher temperatures and kicking the engine into overdrive.
My gorgeous girl gets her second wind and we go charging forward, the jolt pressing me hard against my seatbelt as I bridge the distance with the hellcat.
Calista has her eyes focused on the road ahead, her painted nails gripping the steering wheel like it’s her favourite blade. Adrenaline gushes from every crevice as the streetlight comes into view, a red light blinking innocently as we go racing towards it.
Almost there.
We’re neck-and-neck, the front ends of our vehicles taking turns at pulling ahead. It’s a close race, but I don’t plan on losing.
Not today.
Reaching behind me for the valve hooked to my spare tank, I release another dose. The dark beauty jumps ahead, gaining a few inches of precious leeway right before we hit the finish line.
Tires squeal as I slam on the brakes, fishtailing along the ground until I pull to a jittering stop. Not a heartbeat goes by before I’m ripping off my seatbelt and sprinting towards the only other engine in sight.
“Nice trick, Devil. If I had known you were going to cheat-
I shut her up with a kiss. Through the window, desperately drinking the fire that’s blazing through her eyes and piercing through my soul.
“A deal’s a deal, Miss Drache.”
Yanking her door open, I haul her from the driver’s seat and press her hard against the metal frame. Her nails rake across the back of my neck, breaking the skin and sending blood flying everywhere.
A growl escapes my throat, the pain this woman leaves behind carving itself into me. Branding me with her presence and robbing me of every thought until all I can feel is Calista fucking Drache.
“Somebody’s in a hurry.”
Amusement laces her voice, bright teeth flashing through the darkness. She’s a predator wrapped in the prettiest package and every instinct should be screaming at me to turn and run away.
Not be turned on as fuck.
“I can’t get my prize if you don’t spread your legs.”
Emerald orbs glow through the night as she grins, a genuine grin that lights up her entire face and seals my fate.
“No please?”
“Spread your fucking legs, Calista.”
It’s the game we play, the push and pull of who gets to be alpha. The control we relinquish just for the thrill of letting someone else take charge.
The satisfaction of knowing your partner will follow if you lead.
“Such a filthy mouth on you, Devil.”
She’s purring, arching her back against the roof of her hellcat while I yank the leather pants down her legs. Bright underwear gets lost in the midst, the harsh texture of her scars barely hidden beneath the blanket of the night sky.
“You lost, Miss Drache.” A groan slips out when I find her pussy already leaking, “And I won.”
“A man who knows when to claim his prize.”
“You’re not the prize.” Cum slings around my fingers, her arousal teasing the fuck out of my cock that’s ready to burst out of my pants, “This is.”
The hot slide of my tongue has her letting out a moan. Pressing her pussy tighter against my mouth, I start to eat her out, watching her fingers make their way down to her slit.
Sliding my tongue from her opening to her clit, I play with the swollen bud while Calista thrusts two fingers inside. Cum pools around her knuckles as she fingers herself, grinding against my face and writhing against the roof of her car.
“Harder, baby.”
It feels diabolical to pull away when a gorgeous woman is about to come on my tongue, but this is my moment and I’m not wasting it on oral sex.
Pulling her hips back towards me, I throw her legs over my shoulder and shove my pants down. Setting her ass on the open pane of her window, I don’t even think about our exposed location. The public indecency charge that would be waiting for us in any other town.
A cool breeze brushes my overheating skin as I jerk my hips forward, pressing my tip against Calista’s entrance until cum glistens and drips off the head of my barbell.
A sliver of heaven just waiting to envelope my dick.
“Tell me, darling. Who won tonight?”
An inch forward has me easing into her, just enough to create friction but not enough to satisfy her.
“Are you holding my pussy hostage, Devil?”
I grin, thrusting a bit further before pulling back out.
“Answer the question and maybe I’ll answer yours.”
Her tongue darts out and wets her bottom lip. It’s a tease, one that shouldn’t be so effective when her body is pinned and virtually immobile.
“What was the question again?”
Sucking my cheeks together, I let the saliva pool in my mouth before leaning over and letting it fall past my chin.
And onto her clit.
“You know exactly what the question was, but I’ll ask again.”
My thumb presses on the wad of spit, sending the drool slipping through her pussy lips. Calista shudders beneath me, her eyes fluttering closed for one victorious moment.
“Who won the race tonight?”
A hard stroke of my thumb paired with a small thrust has her gasping, clenching around nothing as I pull out just as quickly.
“You did.”
“And who’s going to fuck you tonight?”
Desire smoulders and swells in her eyes, an untouchable flame that makes me want to kiss her all over again.
Just to keep the fire locked inside.
“You are.”
It’s a ploy to get me where she wants, but for this moment I let myself have it. I let myself believe that this right here is all she wants.
That I’m all she wants.
My cock drives itself home, eager to claim our prize in the most selfish way possible. To take for myself and not give a second thought about anyone except Calista.
Our hips snap together and our groans disappear in a flyaway breeze. There’s nothing but the beam of our headlights and the coloured hue of the streetlight illuminating the pavement and two people fucking against the side of a car.
One hand braced against the frame and the other on her hip, I slam into her again and again, soaking in the sound of her praise until good boy writes itself in the starless sky. Carves itself onto the bare patch of skin and adds another scar with her name on it.
Pleasure thrums in my veins as Calista contracts around my cock. Her orgasm has her bouncing on the window, digging her nails into my shirt until I feel them indent the skin.
Gripping her hips, I fuck her through the high, hard and fast and just how she likes it.
Cum drips from the tip of my cock when I pull out, attraction and desire leaking all over the fucking place. I drop her legs and pull her back onto her feet, ass high in the sky thanks to those stilettos she loves to wear.
“Hands on the hood.”
A coy, lazy smile spreads across her face as viciously sharp nails brace themselves against the sleek exterior. The globes of her ass cheeks are small but firm, toned muscle that’s built for a runner’s body.
Smack!
Calista’s purr sounds just as sexy as the engine of her car, her ass wiggling itself high in the air to receive another spank.
Smack! Smack!
I keep going until the pink outline appears. The handprint I leave behind, the flimsy piece of evidence that tricks me into thinking I’ve marked this woman just as she has me.
“Next time I’ll let you fuck me, darling.”
Smack!
“Any way you want, taking it just as good as you’re taking this right now.”
My words have their intended effect, arousal dripping down the inside of Calista’s thighs. Over the juts of her scar tissue and across the maze of damage that doesn’t take a fucking thing away from this dragon.
“Would you like that, Miss Drache?”
A content sound flows from her mouth, a sound that turns into a moan when I jerk my hips forward and burry my dick in her soaked pussy.
Her hips buck against mine, the frantic push and pull of a game that’s been played for far too long.
“Would you like seeing me bent over again? Waiting for you to take what’s yours?”
I drive into her, pressing our bodies flush together and wanting the words to ring true. For Calista to know that when it comes to her, there are no limits.
No lines I wouldn’t cross to ensure her pleasure.
“Devil.” She gasps the nickname, lips all but kissing the hood of her car, “I need… I need…”
“I know what you need, darling.”
My fingers find her clit and a few rough strokes send her over the edge. Her pussy spasms around me, tightening and gripping my dick like it never wants to let go.
Fucking Calista’s tight hole until the pressure explodes, I pull out and bust on the pavement behind her. Ropes of cum paint the line that separates us, covering the division until my seed lies in a puddle at her feet.
I can taste the words I didn’t say, the unspoken confession rattling around my skull and tingling the end of my tongue. Pulling Calista back up to standing, a chuckle slips out when I see her titter dangerously on those razor thin heels.
“You alright?”
Her brows crinkle, a mock frown rippling above the vibrant state of her eyes.
“You scratched the paint.”
Not the response I was expecting but it loosens the worry in my chest. Replaces the concern with carefree mirth that feels like fucking heaven.
It’s the kind of moment that fills the gaps of the people I’ve been missing. Takes away the homesickness and the yearning for anything but the woman right in front of me.
“I’ll pay for it later.”
Calista doesn’t resist when I lean forward and kiss her. Memorize the texture of her lips and the taste of her tongue so I can replay it any time I want.
Sharp teeth sink into my lip, stealing another piece that’s waiting to be stolen. I groan against her mouth, wishing I had the courage to tell her the truth.
You need me almost as much as I need you.