Collided: Dirty Air (Book 2)(84)

She laughs, the hoarse sound sending a rush of pleasure straight to my dick. I line myself up, pre-cum dripping from my tip, edginess creeping up my spine at the idea of fucking Sophie in a car where anyone can see.

“Wait. Condom!” Her breathy voice echoes in my head.

“Shit!” Condom? Motherfucking condom! When in the ever-loving hell have I ever gotten so caught up in fucking someone I forgot a condom.

Holy fucking shit. I stare at my dick in disbelief, wrapping my head around the situation, as if staring at it will solve my distress.

Sophie ignores my panic, shifting away from me to grab her purse as she searches for the solution to our problem.

Rule number one of F1: do not fuck girls without condoms. Racers don’t need kids and baby mama drama. No one wants to end up like Noah’s dad with a model sinking her claws into him for a monthly check.

But this is Sophie. She wouldn’t do that to me, manipulating me for her gain. I’ve known her for almost a whole F1 season already. We’re friends. Sure, with benefits, but friends nonetheless. And if something were to ever happen, I’d never believe it was intentional on her end.

Right?

Of course, right. I’m a fucking idiot, questioning if she would do that.

“Found it! I should really, really clean out this purse. I think this one was from my university orientation or something but looks good.”

She runs her hand down my shaft, my dick pulsing at her caress. Her finger swipes away at the pearly drop at the tip before she sucks on the pad.

“Fuck me.” I barely function around her when she gets this way, acting like my hellion through and through.

“That’s the plan!” She laughs to herself.

I recognize the brand as she rips at the foil. “That’s not going to fit me. Are you trying to cut off my dick’s circulation?”

She rolls her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t insult my size, woman.”

“If I wanted someone cocky, I could have dated Noah.” She taunts me with a mischievous smile.

“I’ll show you someone cocky. Right fucking now. You’re on birth control, right?”

She bobs her head up and down. “For like the past five years.”

“Care to ditch the condom that sure as fuck won’t fit me anyway? We’re both clean, right?”

What the fuck am I doing? Thinking with my cock, that’s for sure.

Sophie denies anything and agrees, and with one swift motion, I plunge myself inside of her. She takes in a sharp breath, her head dropping back, the tips of her blonde hair tickling my thighs.

My eyes shut because, fuck, this feels amazing. Never in my life have I had sex without a condom, the feel of her a motherfucking nirvana. I don’t move, let alone think.

Sophie slowly lifts, drawing my attention to my glistening dick. I’m in a trance. Her warmth, her body, every-fucking-thing. My body sings as she lowers herself again. She fucks me up on the inside while she rides my cock, her body arching as her eyes close.

My mind numbs, my spine tingles, and my toes curl. All sensations fire off inside as she fucks me into oblivion. I used to joke with her about breaking her, but at this moment, I realize I’m the one breaking little by little at her hand.

My fingers grip her thighs, strong enough to leave marks, but I can’t control myself. I find the curve of her neck and tease her.

“Oh, Liam. Yes,” she hisses.

I growl, sucking at her skin, claiming her in ways I can. “Enjoy your ride because your time is almost up.”

She lets out the airiest of laughs, so fucking soft as it tugs at my heart. What is this woman doing to me?

My instincts take over, one hand clutching her braids together while the other grips her ass. She follows my lead, lifting herself up as I ram into her, no longer interested in soft caresses and slow pumps. I want her right fucking now, coming on my dick while moaning my name.

Her breathing quickens as I push in and out of her, my movements becoming erratic. Wild like my thoughts. Untamed because of the beauty before me.

“You’re so fucking hot, taking everything I give you. You feel like heaven. I never want to fucking leave now that I’ve had a taste.” My thumb finds her clit, teasing her as my other hand tugs on her hair.

She groans. “Why does it feel so freaking good with you?”

Damn, if my ego doesn’t swell from her words. Her body shakes as I continue my torture, her fingers gripping onto my shoulders as she stares into my eyes. I get lost in the feel of her.

I feel her everywhere. In my body, in my mind, in my goddamn blood, pulsing with need and adrenaline at her coming undone. I hate it as much as I love it because I can’t control this thing between us and what it’s morphing into. The thought scares me and I slam the brakes, not interested in pursuing that problem right now.

Sophie’s eyes glaze over, hooded and so fucking gorgeous. Her body shakes as she explodes. My body tightens as she squeezes my dick, her lips crashing against mine as her tongue owns me. She devours me, banishing my worries with her addicting kisses. I grab onto her hips, controlling her movements as I lift off the seat, desperate for my release.

She stamps herself onto my heart like she fucking belongs there. With wild pumps, I explode, a prickling sensation starting from my toes and ending at the base of my neck. I don’t stop moving until I finish.