by Vivien Vale
It makes me think of her little button and how I’d like nothing more than to bend her over the seat of this car and to fuck her brains out, all while hearing her scream my name.
These thoughts will never go away. I stroke her ass as she’s bent over, looking inside.
“Braden! God, right in front of everybody?”
There are a few spectators here now. Only the most exclusive, the most invited members of the upper echelons of society are here.
Once again, the exclusivity gets me off. But for as underground as we run this operation to be, the Feds, the try cops are still on to us. I’ve been evading them for years, and now, thanks to Jenna, I may be out of luck.
I need to know what she’s doing with them, and I plan to find out.
“Well,” she says, “I better get back to my crew. I just wanted to say hi.”
Yeah, and see what I have going on over here. Sneaky little bitch. She doesn’t deserve me, and yet I so deserve at least one more taste of her.
“Come out with me tonight?” I ask.
“Only if you win,” she teases.
Her eyes narrow because she knows now that I will win. She knows all my secrets and how I stay ahead.
“I always win,” I say.
I’m so tempted to bring her to a quiet place, pull that leather off her body, and spank her for defying me.
Who does she think I am? Does she really think she can pull one over on me and that I’m not aware of every move she makes?
I won’t dishonor her by doing that now, but my cock twitches at the thought.
Besides, I have my own research to do on Jenna. I need to find out what she’s up to, and I need to know what she plans on bringing in to the authorities.
“I’ll see you later then,” she says.
The heat between us is still as on as ever. It’s as if none of this drama is going on. We’re still drawn to each other like moths to a flame.
I want her, and she wants me. There’s no way around it, and I doubt it will ever change.
If I can desire her through this—through the water of ultimate deception—then I can desire her through anything.
I watch her saunter off to her crew, who are watching us.
She does look good walking away.
I’m so torn to pieces by this woman. On the one hand, I want her so badly that I can hardly think of anything else. But on the other, I feel so mislead by her.
Is she faking the attraction? Is she really that good of a liar?
The thought misleading me gets me fired up to win. Two can play at Jenna’s game. But what she doesn’t know is that I’m always one step ahead of her.
One of my crew members approaches me. “Hey, Braden, what were you doing talking to Jenna? You should keep your distance, for real.”
I clench my jaw at the thought of what he’s said. I won’t have anybody telling me what to do. I’m sick of all this drama and intrigue.
I’m fucking pissed now, and I’m going to take it all out on the racetrack.
I get into the car without saying a word to the guy. I’m gonna win this race and watch all the haters as I cross the finish line first.
This league used to be based on certain principles which I feel are fast fading.
As I rev the engine though and get ready to begin, I know that what’s really eating away at me is knowing that I care for Jenna more than she cares for me. It’s not okay and not a position I’m used to being in.
I’ll show her. I’ll show them all that I come out on top no matter what.
Jenna
The race goes by in a flash.
The smell of burnt rubber lingers in the air.
The crowd is excited and going wild.
Braden speeds by, followed by the other drivers, including my own man. At every pass, Braden's sure to make eye contact with me. The idea of him getting off on the race and on seeing me is enough to make me cum in my panties. Seriously. You have no idea just how hot this all is...just how hot Braden is.
Girls are screaming his name from the side-lines, and it reaffirms the fact that Braden was once a player. Well really, for all, I know he may still be.
Those many lonely nights I spent dreaming of him flit quickly through my mind, and I almost have to pinch myself to realize that this―everything that’s happening now―is my reality.
Braden and I may not be an official item, but we're close enough.
I'm happy about this, but seeing scores of women vying for his attention from the side-lines makes me naturally insecure, especially when we've never gone public with our love.
He sees me and smiles in that confident way only he can back up. He’s a stud, what can I say? And he definitely has the boldness to back it up.
The race is close between Braden and another driver, but I know who's really gonna win...
Braden.
He's got the Midas touch. Everything he does allows him to come in first. But I know that his secret technology is what's gonna win this race for him.
Despite myself, and despite the fact that he's my competition, I feel proud of him. I'm cheering him on and I hope he does win this time.
Our own car is in third place. I know we can overtake the second car, but we'll never be able to beat Braden. His afterburner technology is just too good.
Even though I'm excited for him, there are anxious knots forming in my stomach once again as I think about the FBI issue. I feel uncomfortable every moment that passes, as if they're watching us.
I try to push those thoughts from my mind as Braden zooms across the finish line.
Everyone's going crazy with excitement. There's lots of commotion and it's really fun. This kind of atmosphere is what has me addicted to racing.
I watch as he gets out of his car. Instead of shaking hands with all the fans and socialites, he makes his way directly over to me.
"Did you see my win, baby?" he asks.
"You did so well. I'm proud of you," I say to him with a huge smile that I just can’t fight.
And then, right in front of everyone, he pulls me in for a deep and passionate kiss. There's a collective gasp from the audience. Braden's never been one to make his affections known, not like this, and yet here he is, singling me out.
I feel joy and excitement reverberating throughout my body. I feel proud that I’m chosen by Braden. I wish, like I have so many times before, that this could become something real.
The feel of his hands around my body makes me quiver with lust. And that ever-present ache in the pit of my belly is there, telling me I have strong feelings for this man.
I know I'm falling for him, even though I'm conflicted about the blackmail. I desperately want a happy ending, but a part of me is so worried as to how this will shake out. What if Braden finds out I even talked to the FBI?
He takes me by the hand and leads me away from the crowd. They’re likely all going to attend the gala. He and I sneak off, however, to a random, casual little diner.
It's quintessential NYC and the perfect spot for us. I don't feel like being anywhere fancy or anywhere that would have me focus on anything other than Braden.
We order coffee and begin to just talk. I’ve figured that when you can talk to a man about anything, that's a good sign. It confirms the fact that things between you are more than just surface-level attraction.
"Don't you want to eat something, Braden? After that kind of a race, I would think your body needs fuel," I say to him.
"She's right," he says to the waitress. "I better order an omelette and a side of bacon. Anything for you, Jenna?"
I shake my head. "I'm good with coffee, thanks." Then I turn towards Braden and say, "I didn't just finish a legendary race like you."
The smile on his face tells me everything I need to know. He's still amped up on the adrenaline of having mastered such a car at such high speeds.
"Yes, that win was epic. I wish you could've been in there with me. You would've loved the pace. I was flying, Jenna, just fucki
ng flying."
He's smiling, and his enthusiasm is infectious.
"I wish I could've been in there with you, too. Maybe we can take the car out sometime?"
He must know I'm dying to get into his car. I want to see all the technology and mechanics within. It's his secret place, a well-guarded secret that he and his team have held close for ages.
And honestly, the biggest part of me wants to crack that code just for my own knowledge. I want to see how he's done it. Never mind the FBI.
He looks at me like he's excited, but also like he’s waiting for something, like he wants me to tell him something, like he's expecting more. What it is, I don't know.
"Your engine did okay though, Jenna, you should be proud," he says.
Internally, I'm thinking that I know I should be proud I didn't use jet engine technology to win the race. But of course, I don't say this to him.
In fact, he's the one to bring it up. "You know, there's another technology you can use in your engine, like jet engines and afterburner mechanics."
I'm surprised and stunned that he's saying these words. He just placed his secret on the table. Of course, he's not admitting he uses it, but the idea is there.
I remark, "Yes, Braden, but that would never work in a car."
I’m only saying the obvious. I don't know how he got the technology to work for him, but I'm longing to talk about it and have no intention of wavering from the subject.
He's gazing at me with dark eyes, his stare penetrating as if he’s trying to see into my soul, and I wonder what's on his mind.
He says, "Yes, it'd definitely be hard to work out. You'd have to get the perfect angle to really get it going. Kind of like other things that require the perfect angle."
I know he's talking about me now and how he’d like to ravage my body right here and now. Everything with Braden is laced with the sexual innuendos. I find this talk seductive, and I'm getting wet despite trying not to.
He continues, with his eyes set on me the entire time, "Those afterburner mechanisms, the way they spew out, really puts the regular pressure that's needed for combustion, but if you wanted it in a car, you’d have to angle it, right?"
I stick to the subject at hand, though, and say, "How could you ever have an afterburner like that in a car? That wouldn't make sense."
He says in a flirtatious tone, "It would only work because it would have to shoot out the sides to create an even-pressured thrust, hitting just the right spots. Kind of like how you have certain spots that need to be hit, in order for you to...combust."
My body becomes heated by his words as I imagine him pressing all my right buttons. At this point, he knows my body like a map, even better than he knows every turn on the race track.
Both our minds are on the same thing. We want to fuck so badly, and yet we're out in public. A conundrum.
"Just the right spot, you say? That sounds like you might be on to something there, Braden. Maybe you should implement that technology."
He smiles in a mischievous way and says, "I can figure it out. I know how to find just the right spots and hit them hard until they explode."
Our verbal foreplay is turning me on so damn much.
Everything with the FBI flies out the window, and all I can focus on is the thought of Braden's big, thick cock entering me.
My thoughts have turned away from technology, away from cars―and purely towards the adrenaline of being with him.
He’s like a drug. And like everything else, I like it hard and fast.
Braden
I take her hand and lead her out of the diner onto the slick streets of NYC.
Nothing could be more romantic. Even for me, a verified playboy, this is getting real.
A light rain is falling, making the streets sleek and pitch black. The atmosphere mirrors my mood. Every part of me wants to make Jenna come undone, to expose her dark secrets to the light.
The rain makes me broody, and it makes me want to go fast. Jenna was aching for a ride in my car, and I'm gonna give it to her.
"We're going in your race car?" she asks tentatively.
"You've been wanting to go for a ride for a long time, haven't you? Aren't you dying to see my inner workings?" I say.
The question is a veiled allusion to myself. I know Jenna wants to get to know me, I know she wants the technology for herself, and now I know that she wants the information for the FBI, as well. I don't know what kind of position they put her in to make her feel like she has to keep secrets from me, but my obsession with Jenna is running so deep that I don't even care about her betrayal.
What she fails to realize is that she can keep nothing from me. I'm all over her. I'm making it my mission to know every facet of her life.
Her mistake was in thinking that she could hide this FBI secret from me. Of course I would find out. How could I not?
A dark part of me wants to control Jenna and wants to know where she is at all times. I feel possessive of her, like she's mine forever.
I open the door for her, and she slides into my race car. She looks damn good sitting in the passenger seat. She's the perfect accessory for my car.
She's the thing that’s been missing from it—from me, from my whole fucking life.
I get into the driver’s seat and ask, "Are you ready for this, Jenna? I'm gonna show you speed like you've never seen before."
With that, I step on the gas and peel out of our spot. I drive her around the city, taking corners and alleyways fiercely, furiously.
I'm an extremely skilled driver, and I definitely know how to handle my own car. It's a pleasure to show her my talent at last, up close and personal.
"You’re really fucking good, Braden. I know I should be scared, but I'm not. It's all just very exhilarating," she says as she clings to the sides of her seat, the excitement evident in her voice.
I know she must be a little scared, despite her pretending otherwise. She can handle a lot, since she's part of this racing world, but not even the bravest of passengers can truly ride with my speed.
I move my hand from the stick shift over to hers. I un-clutch her fingers from the seat.
"Are you sure you're not scared?" I ask her.
She looks me dead in the eyes and mouths the word no. When she does this, all I can compare it to is how her lips would look wrapped around the width of my cock.
I stare her in the eyes instead of watching the road, but she doesn't flinch. This girl has a certain amount of daring that I find to be extremely captivating. She’s got me hooked.
Then she breaks away from my gaze at last and says, "Keep your eyes on the road, Braden. Come on, I don't want to die tonight."
"Oh, baby, you're not gonna die tonight. I promise you that."
I shift into high gear with my right hand and then use that same hand to make my way up her tight leather pants. She couldn't have worn a skirt and made my job easy?
I slide my fingers over the concave lines of her stomach, then lower until I find her sweet spot through those damn pants. She gasps and moans out in pleasure, egging me on as I rub my finger along her pussy.
Unable to wait any longer, Jenna lifts her pelvis off the seat and slides her pants and panties down. I’m utterly shocked; this girl is something else. I never imagined I would have a drop-dead-gorgeous, half-naked woman sitting in my race car. Another car, yeah, but having her here in my race car has me feeling wild with need.
When she’s settled back in her seat, I waste no time in getting my fingers inside of her wet cunt.
Yes, I'm driving with one hand and fingering her with the other. The combination is extremely hot.
I've never had a woman in my race car before. It's not that I was saving it, necessarily; it's just that I never felt the need to have some girl in my sacred territory.
That is, until I met Jenna.
She belongs in here.
I slide my fingers along her wetness, and she's really gripping the seat now. It's all I can do to keep one hand on t
he wheel and not expose her tits to the world, too.
"Oh, Braden, oh my God, fuck, I think I'm gonna come," she says breathily.
It doesn't take long and that gives me some idea of just how badly she's been yearning for me and for her release.
A few more swipes of my middle finger along her clit, and I've got her crying out my name. It's music to my ears. It's really the only sound I want to hear as of late.
"Oh, Braden! God, fuck. Braden, I'm coming so hard."
Her hips quiver violently, and I feel her sticky cum around my fingers. It makes my cock harder than ever.
My left hand stays steady on the steering wheel the whole time.
I pull my fingers out of her pants and up to my mouth where I taste her cum and let it glisten on my lips.
She's still coming hard in what is likely a series of multiple orgasms. This ride must've been turning her on more than I even thought. Now’s my chance to expose her tits, and I do with my free hand.
I unbutton her blouse and free her nipples to the hot air inside the car.
She's got beautiful tits. My eyes aren’t on the road, but on her. Suddenly, the force of my desire is so much that I think I'm gonna have to pull over and fuck her right here. I can't contain myself any longer.
But before I have a chance to act on my guidance, I see her head coming down on my lap. She unzips my pants with her teeth and exposes my giant cock to the world.
I wish I could see the hungry expression on her face, but instead I can only sense her craving for me. She starts to suck and tease my cock with her tongue. It takes all my willpower to keep on driving, focusing my eyes on the road.
I want to force her head down on my full length. I want to make her choke and gag on it. I want it as a kind of punishment for what she did, for betraying me to the FBI.
This is how twisted things have gotten with Jenna. Instead of being mad at her, I just want to punish her and make her submit to my will.
In truth, she could do no wrong in my eyes. I don't care how treacherous she is, my obsession with her remains the only thing that keeps me going. She could literally do anything to me, and I won't sway from wanting to possess her.