SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(96)
Soon enough, he came hurtling back up to the garage. He leaped off his bike, ripped off his helmet, and we fell into each other again, making out like high school kids. He smelled of smoke, gas, and sweat, so masculine I wanted to lick all the beading moisture off his face.
“Good job, boss,” announced Keith, pointing to the place board.
“Gosh, twelfth on the grid?” exclaimed Other James. “Way to go! You’re ahead of Blake, and you’re ahead of both the Suzuki factory bikes and the Pramac Ducatis!”
It was clearly a good result. James made a surprised face at me, and we kissed again. Damn, I needed to get his clothes off soon.
“It must be Summer,” said Ray.
James broke off his kiss. “What was that?” he asked.
“She’s clearly motivation or good luck or something,” Ray explained, and the others nodded. “So you’ll have to keep her around.”
I laughed and elbowed him in the ribs. “I was just telling him the same thing!”
It felt good, this moment. It felt almost like the times when I was younger and we were at a race with my dad.
“I need you to take me away and fuck me hard, right now,” I whispered in James’s ear. He obliged immediately, sprinting off to rinse and change. He was back in five minutes, wearing tan slacks, sneakers, and a clean white shirt. He ushered me out of the garage. But something caught my eye and I stopped him.
Three garages over, someone was pointing at us. I focused and saw it was the girl from the Four Seasons—Suzi. She pointed at us—at me—and said something to another racer. I alerted James, and he stared over at them.
“Fuck is she doing here?” he spat. She was clearly not his favorite person. “More importantly, what’s she doing here with Blake?”
We decided to concern ourselves with them later. We had more pressing business that needed to be attended to—specifically, me. I took a taxi from the airport, so we loaded my case into his rental car and headed to the spa resort where he was staying. As we neared the track exit, he had to drive one-handed as I gently sucked on the first two fingers of his right hand and wouldn’t give them up. At that moment, I loved the guy who invented the automatic transmission.
Out on the road, I let my head fall back and closed my eyes as I guided his strong hand under my top and over my bra-less breasts to tease my dormant nipples lightly back into life. The landscape outside the circuit was flat and devoid of human life. Dust-covered rocks broke up dry fields full of low green bushes and dry trees. I moved his fingers down to my skirt and slid them under it. He breathed softly as he felt my naked, moist pussy, and I saw an impressive lump in the front of his pants. Opening my legs as wide as I could in the passenger seat, I let out a soft moan as I moved his fingers over my aching clit and pushed them inside my soft lips. I held his hand there and bent over to him.
“I think you should stop the car,” I purred into his ear.
He pulled over and shut off the engine. I released his trapped fingers and tried to undo his zipper, but he stopped me.
“Come with me,” he said, softly but firmly. We got out of the car. He took a blanket from the trunk and led me away from the road into the brush, pushing the button to lock the car behind us.
We carved through the bushes until we found a small clearing beneath one of the old, dry trees. James spread the blanket beneath it. We weren’t far from the road, but when we sat on the blanket, we were completely hidden by wild shrubbery. I thought about the dangers of snakes and stuff, but before I knew it, his hungry mouth was on mine again, banishing all thought.
We kissed hard, tongues probing, mouths feeding on each other. I ripped at his shirt, pulling it open, while he hiked up my top, freeing my tits to the warm afternoon air. His hands were all over me, pawing at me, and I responded, pushing into every touch like I hadn’t felt another person’s skin in years.
His mouth worked its way down my body, licking, sucking, and biting my sensitive breasts, drawing groans of pleasure from my mouth. I was holding his head, my fingers in his hair, and subtly easing him down still further. I lay back on the blanket as he moved his mouth down my stomach, slid my short skirt up, and softly brushed his lips over my smooth pussy. He stopped for a second and just stared, like he’d never seen a naked vagina before. He looked up at me and our eyes met, his completely filled with lust.
“You are just so beautiful in every possible way,” he said. I opened my mouth to respond but he stopped me, in a very nice way, indeed.
His mouth touched me so tenderly, I quivered. No tongue—he kissed my most intimate parts with his full lips, as soft as could be. As if he were kissing my mouth, he increased pressure, occasionally sliding his tongue in a little deeper, tantalizing my desperate pussy and sending thrills to the very edges of my body. He increased the intensity slowly, adding just enough sweet pressure on my clit to cause small ripples of pleasure to the point I couldn’t sit up any longer. I lay back, and his hand fondled my waiting tits. I took his hand and pushed it against my body, caressing myself with my other hand. He drew long moans from my throat as I realized I hadn’t had a decent orgasm since our first night together, and I could feel all that pent up frustration crashing against the walls of my trembling pussy, threatening to break through at any moment, like the ocean battering relentlessly at some crude dam.
His speed and ferocity increased, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer, waves of ecstasy threatening to flood through me with every caress of his tongue until…