Chapter 9 #4
“After the wedding ceremony, I’d like to fuck immediately to consummate the marriage.
It can be in a closet at the church. In the backseat of the car afterwards while Bohnes drives.
I don’t give a shit. I want it immediately.
” He rubs his hand against me and I moan, reaching over to flick on KMZI 66.
6 so we don’t crash. The radio grounds me when I’m driving at high speeds.
We’re currently approaching a hundred miles an hour.
It’s cold out today, but there’s no ice.
It’s been pouring rain and it’s much warmer than it’s been.
Overhead, gray clouds roil over the fields and pine forests as we drive in the direction of the I-5.
We’ll blow through the two-hour drive in half the time.
“Just me and you or…me and all y’all?” I smirk a little as I push the gas down further, the feel of my red heel against the black pedal as much a sexual act as the hand on my cunt. I need this. Especially knowing how boring P-Trip itself is going to be.
That’s not the highlight of my day. This is.
“Because the win of being legally married to you should not come across as punitive to Kellin, Adrian, or Ash, all y’all. ” Alexei slides a leather-clad finger up my slit and I swerve, jostling us both. Good thing I let Bohnes drive in front today. All I have to do is follow him.
Nah. I think not.
I pass my lover on the shoulder, blowing past some cud-chewing cows and a couple of plebeian vehicles.
I cut back into the right lane when there’s a clear stretch ahead of me.
Nobody in my goddamn way. I check the rearview to see Bohnes, Widow, and Ash all coming up hot from behind.
I fire the engine with a little more gas.
Not that I could beat a Bugatti Chiron Super Sport.
It’s a modern car made with alien technology.
Why do you think we drive vintage cars at the track? Nobody in Prescott has a Bugatti.
Except for Widow now, I guess.
Ash passes me easily and I sigh, spreading my thighs wider for Alexei’s hand.
“You were made for politics,” I whisper, voice husky.
I’m teasing myself if I think I’ll cum from this much stimulation alone.
But I can race all wet and dripping for Alexei.
Being horny and knowing he creamed his pants will make today so much more fun for me.
“But you’re not going to be involved with any. ”
“You truly believe you can rescue me from my own family?” Alexei asks with the most vicious smile I’ve ever seen on his face. He’s got that mob blood in him, doesn’t he? He’d be phenomenal as the head of Borisov Group. He’s happier like this though, as my doting hubby.
“I know I can.” I hold onto the steering wheel with both hands as we fly down the straight with Widow and Bohnes just behind me and Ash just ahead. A fucking sick-ass motorcade. Perfect vibes.
Nessie and Milicent switch places as the host of KMZI 66.
6. Emma Jean starts off by corrupting the station again, playing some weird shit from the fifties that has me rethinking the meanings of the words saccharine and diabolical.
All in one song. Impressive. I’m definitely interrogating her when I see her next.
“So do I.” Alexei unbuttons my jeans and shimmies the zipper down, reaching a finger in to stroke me through my wet panties.
I gasp, but I don’t kill us. Not even at the speed of light in a cloud of ambling NPC traffic that I have to skirt around.
Any pavement is good pavement, in my opinion.
Grass, too. I’ll whip around every single fucking car between here and Portland if they’re in my way.
The panties are pushed aside and I go totally insane when he shoves the finger of his leather glove in me. There’s a squelch that even the horrific sugar dripping from the radio can’t cover up. Cute little song, slutty little pussy.
“You’re insatiable, Marie.” I’m grinding my hips against Alexei aggressively, getting selfish and thinking that I’ll get an orgasm out of this anyway. There’s pressure on my clit now and I’m fogging up the window by breathing too hard. I slap a hand on the defrost as the song comes to an end.
“It’s another wet winter morning out there, Prescott,” Nessie says over the radio.
“And the perfect day for our homegrown celebrity Scarlett Motherfucking Force to represent Prescott in the final Stars and Stripes preliminary race up in Portland. If she wins today, she’ll officially be included in the tournament. Good luck out there!”
Another song starts, something more enticing to listen to. It’s Ashnikko’s “I Want My Boyfriends To Kiss.”
How apropos.
Alexei pauses as he hears the lyrics. Thinking about what happened between him and Ash?
He shudders and curls his lip, taking off his seat belt and turning toward me.
He leans in and presses his mouth against the side of my neck, up close and personal with me as the song’s beat rocks my car and we eat pavement for breakfast.
This is so dangerous, I think, getting the heady, addictive surge of adrenaline that I love so much.
The song is repeating the word kiss over and over.
Yeah. I want him to keep kissing my neck and clavicle.
I want to think about him and Ash together.
I want to fantasize about it and fuck them all at the same time.
I know they’ll never touch each other intentionally, but during a group thing seems fine.
I’m panting, fantasizing about the pair of them making out. Alexei is bruising my vulva with his hand he’s fucking so hard. He’s giving me hickeys and whispering things in my ear that are in Russian. The fantasy gets even better in my head.
I lock down on his fingers, milking them with strong, greedy pulses as Alexei moans and puts his forehead against my shoulder.
Holy shit. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. I’m having an orgasm with triple digit speeds on my dash, committing another felony with the Devil when I just promised myself not to rack up anymore charges.
“Ooooh, fuuuuuck.” I squeeze my hands against the wheel, splashes of color in my vision like stars. I’m cumming, but I’m also driving. The best I can do is roll my hips wildly and let it rip in a scream that gets trapped inside the racing car and mixes with the music coming from the speakers.
Alexei is quivering as much as I am when he pulls his hand back, bringing his glove to his lips and licking it again. With his other hand, he opens his pants and grabs his dick. It doesn’t take long, just a few forceful pulls and his eyes on me to get the job done.
Alexei cums, catching his load with the already dirty glove on his other hand.
He immediately rips it off, folding the leather up like a used condom.
He tucks it into his pocket with a shudder, respecting the sanctity of the Devil and Prescott car culture by refusing to litter. Good man. Better than Widow.
I grin, still breathing hard, pants still undone. Driving way too fast.
My car smells like sex now. Perfect. It’ll make the race less boring.
I don’t expect Alexei to reach out and plunge his bare fingers in me again. I swerve a little and nearly scratch the paint on a guardrail. Basti would’ve been so pissed. Alexei draws his fingers out right away, lifting them to his lips.
“You’re addictive, Force,” Alexei says, eyeing me as he sucks his fingers with lewd, ungodly twists of his tongue.
He’s an animal. An absolute animal. A sharp grin cuts across my face as I reach up and adjust my sunglasses, dragging them down to cover my eyes so he can’t see how excited he makes me.
A little push and pull keeps this fun.
“Your hand is so fucking filthy now and yet, you’re going to have to sit with it until we get to P-Trip.
The smell of me on your fingers. Your own spit.
Bastian asks the right questions: you are totally a freak.
” I laugh as I turn the radio up, enjoying the way Alexei goes still.
Analyzes his situation. Starts to freak out.
I can read him like a book.
He goes nuts, fumbling the hand sanitizer from his pocket, following it with wet wipes. Sanitizing himself again. Cleaning under his nails with a cotton swab. An on-the-go cotton swab. It’s sexy, how maniacal he is about it.
“I shouldn’t have licked it,” he’s mumbling under his breath. “If I hadn’t licked it, I’d only be covered in you. I would’ve just put my gloves back on then. But my own saliva? That’s absolutely putrid.”
I can barely believe the words that are pouring from this guy’s mouth.
Like, I robbed him at gunpoint. Now we’re legally married.
It’s been, what, six weeks? Fuck, man. Out of all the adrenaline-fueled stunts I’ve ever pulled, these men are absolutely the biggest risk.
More dangerous than the mayor and his people, than the mob.
I’m in love with Alexei. That quick. A complete and total Lemon.
Shit, I might be human. Or half-human, maybe. Yeah, that makes more sense. Half.
“Liar.” I lift my chin, lips twisted to the right, smug and confident in calling him out on this. “That’s some bullshit line—”
“Is it?” he asks abruptly, getting back up on the seat.
He reaches between my legs with his other hand, the one he didn’t just douse in sanitizer.
Slips two fingers in, slow and unhurried while I continue to control the car somehow.
I’m fucking crazy, too. This is great, being with the right people.
It’s like living in your own separate world.
Alexei withdraws his fingers immediately, sits back in his seat, and puts a leather glove on his dirty hand. Folds both in his lap. Stares out the front window. “Deep in my Mind” by the Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra is playing on the radio. Nessie just announced it.