Surge: Bad Boy Racing Romance (Fastlane Series Book 1)

by Storm, Sloan

  I surrendered.

  AVA

  Without saying another word, I reached towards the waist of his fire suit.

  With my hands, I twisted and fumbled at the foreign material, completely ignorant of how to get it off of him. Dyson chuckled and helped me enough to slide it down past his hips.

  After a brief tug on the fabric, the suit fell away.

  When it did, I extended my arm, curling my fingers under while grabbing a hold of his shirt. I tugged upward on the fabric, pulling it in the direction of his head. Dyson assisted me, twisting and contorting his torso until, a moment later, the lean, chiseled form I’d seen that first day in Dr. Wilcox’s office appeared.

  Only one thing remained concealed from me now.

  I’d gotten just a glimpse of it, a hint of its size. Consumed by a sudden need, I licked my lips, losing all pretense of inhibition. I reached for the band of Dyson’s underwear, noticing the powerful bulge beneath the fabric a moment beforehand.

  At the last instant, I harnessed my lust, content to enjoy the moment. Hooking my fingers inside the fabric, I slid them down his powerful thighs, hypnotized while it moved lower, one inch at a time until, at last, his gift appeared. Dyson exhaled, dropping his head back at the same moment his underwear fell to the floor.

  Looking down at his thick cock, I wasted no time and reached for it, wrapping one hand around the base. Dyson groaned and leaned forward once again. When he did, our eyes locked.

  The moment unleashed something in me, something I’d kept buried inside since I first saw him. Using long, slow strokes, I ran my hand along the length of his shaft. In response, Dyson’s hands hooked around the edge of the countertop. He dropped his head down towards my mouth.

  Our lips met again, this time with a new purpose. Moaning into his mouth while we kissed, I increased the speed and friction of my efforts. After a few seconds, I reached towards Dyson’s midsection with my hand and using a gentle but persistent push, I moved him away a bit.

  Never releasing my grip on his dick, I edged forward, slid off the counter and a split-second later, knelt before him. While one hand continued to stroke, I cradled his balls in the other. Between pulls along the length of his shaft, I wrapped my fingers over the top of it and brought it towards my mouth. I circled the head, swirling the pad of my thumb along the tip, coaxing some of his pre-cum out.

  Dyson swayed back and forth in front of me. It seemed as if any second his legs might give out. I glanced up at him, smiling at the sudden power I felt over him. Just then, I reached around his backside and cupped my palm over his hard ass cheek. With a gentle tug, I pulled him towards me, swallowing the tip of his cock in my mouth. Dyson groaned and lurched forward, slapping the countertop with a strike.

  “Fuuuccckkk…” he moaned.

  In the next second, I swallowed him, taking as much of him as I could. Thick and hard, Dyson’s girth filled my mouth, the heady essence of his musk overpowering my senses.

  After adjusting to his size, I began to lavish him with swipes of my tongue, savoring him with wanton lust. Using all the suction I could muster, I swallowed him within me to the limits of my ability. While I did, Dyson began to thrust, pushing and pulling in my mouth. Beneath the pads of my fingertips I felt the striations and contractions of his muscular ass after each pulse.

  With each passing second, he seemed to grow harder, and fuller. My fingers made slick by my effort, I increased the speed of my hand along his shaft, jerking and tugging at an ever increasing rate. I found myself pausing on occasion, sliding my tongue along the grooves and ridges and swirling it around the bulbous tip.

  At one point, I released my mouth with a wet pop and looked up at him to see his eyes locked on mine.

  Wordless, Dyson reached for my arm and helped me stand in front of him. I licked my lips, dragging my tongue around their circumference. A split second later, we stood face-to-face again. The entire time, I never released my hold on his dick.

  I looked up at him, continuing to run my hand along the length of his shaft with a steady rhythm. Dyson took several breaths and at last he spoke.

  “Turn around,” he growled. The deep tone of his command sent chills through me.

  I paused, watching his lips for any further instructions. When none came, I let go of him and turned, bracing myself along the edge of the counter. Dyson stepped close to me, positioning his mouth between my ear and shoulder, along the side of my neck. Chills raced down the center of my spine, goose pimples erupting in their wake.

  I exhaled a heavy breath and leaned my neck towards his lips. Dyson swallowed my skin with heat and moisture, licking and kissing the length of my neck while his hands circled around to the front of my jeans.

  With my waistband already unfastened, Dyson made quick work of the rest of the buttons, and while he lavished my skin with kiss after kiss, I felt a sudden rush of cool air licking beneath my waist.

  In an instant, Dyson removed all my clothing from the waist down and after wrapping his hands at my hips, he tilted my ass upward. I straightened my arms, locking them at the elbow and inhaling a nervous breath, holding it in the center of my chest. From behind, I felt him move close, positioning himself behind me.

  With one hand, Dyson reached for the middle of my back, pushing me towards the countertop. I gave in to him, angling my body forward while tilting my ass up further towards him. Once flat on the counter, I turned my head to one side, eager to catch a glimpse.

  Dyson dragged his fingers along my backside, at last sweeping them to the outsides of my rear and squeezing. My breath came in uncertain, uneven gulps. I tried to anticipate what was to happen next, but nothing could have readied me for the first instant I felt him.

  With one hand gripping firmly on my ass, I sensed the heat of Dyson’s body as it approached, an instant before the head of his cock touched my folds. I shuddered, my desperate need for him all too apparent. With the final stretch, I tilted myself in his direction, no longer wishing to pretend this isn’t what I wanted.

  Needed.

  Dyson lingered there, sliding the shaft and head along my sensitive, exposed flesh. With each pass, I whimpered, writhing and moaning beneath him. The seconds of teasing took their toll, transforming my desperate chirps into needful grunts. And then, after a final few moments of torturous cruelty, Dyson slid himself inside of me.

  My entire body flexed, my lower back arched.

  “Oh…” I began, gasping for breath. “Oh God, ohh, ohh…”

  Dyson descended inside of me. I continue to struggle and try to adjust, my palms sliding across the countertop while I did. Not long after, he paused and then began to slide in and out of me with an easy, steady rhythm. I purred, relaxing into the action of his pelvis. Soon enough, much earlier than I expected, I adjusted to the feel of him within me.

  Dyson tilted forward at the waist until I felt the warmth of his upper body brushing against the skin of my upper back. While he moved in and out, Dyson dotted my upper body with a countless number of tender kisses. I felt myself go limp beneath the shower of affection he rained down on me. The strong tension of his grip and the powerful movement of his thick shaft within me stood in contrast to the soft feel of his lips.

  Hypnotized, I felt myself begin to slip away with each subsequent thrust. At last, Dyson leaned away again and stood. Never stopping his motion for a second, he tugged my hips towards him and increased his pace.

  Over the next few minutes, I drifted away into pure pleasure. Dyson took me from behind, slapping against my backside, the cracking sound echoing off the walls around us. The grunts of his effort and the moans of my delight carried me away to a place I hadn’t been for a long time, maybe ever.

  And then, just when I’d begun to ease into the rhythm, Dyson shocked me when he reached down between my thighs and glided the pads of his fingers across my clit.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasped. “I… Oh my God.”

  The sensation sent an electric shock through my entire body. Completely u
nprepared for the moment, I nearly came on the spot. Dyson let out a sinister chuckle but never changed his pace. In spite of my reaction, or because of it, Dyson continued to torture me with his fingers.

  “I want you,” he grunted, pausing after a hard thrust. “To cum,” he said, pulling almost all the way out before slamming into me again. “on my cock, Ava.”

  His words sent shivers through me, causing my breath to catch in my chest.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you and make you cum on me since the second I saw you,” he began. My eyes rolled back in my head. “Cum on my cock, Ava. Do it!”

  “Oh shit!” I cried out, squeezing my eyes tight. “Uuuunnhhhh!”

  Dyson closed his fingers around my hips like a vice. He began to slam his pelvis into my backside with thunderous cracks. No man had ever filled me, driven me to my breaking point like this. I attempted to lift my head, arching towards him but no sooner had I done so than I felt the force of his palm against my backside.

  He pushed me down, holding me flat against the countertop, pinning me there while he thrust in an out of me harder than ever before. No sooner had he done it than the heat of climax entered my awareness. Pinned in place, I felt my body radiate with the beginnings of my release. Dyson continued to massage my clit with a never-ending series of vigorous flicks, all the while claiming me with longer, harder and deeper strokes of his immense dick.

  I inhaled a deep breath, mixing a scream and moan together in a sudden burst. The moment was upon me and I mewled, arching my backside into Dyson like a wild animal. Orgasm cascaded across my body and ripped through my mind in blinding waves. Too overwhelmed to scream, I whimpered a low guttural moan, willfully giving myself over to him.

  “Yes, Ava, baby,” Dyson whispered. “Yes.”

  My release radiated across my body for five seconds, ten—I don’t really remember. Engulfed in the bliss of my ecstasy, nothing entered my awareness until the sudden change in Dyson’s cadence caught my attention.

  For so long, he’d maintained a hard, steady motion, hammering away at me with the same power he used when he tore down the straightaway. However, not long after my orgasm started to recede, Dyson accelerated the speed and power of his thrusting.

  Drops of sweat from his brow spattered on my backside. I snapped my head to the side, licking perspiration of my own away from my upper lip. In my peripheral vision I caught the ferocity of his movements.

  I dropped my head between my shoulders, pinching them together in a hard squeeze. The power of Dyson’s movements began to ripple through my entire body. At some stage, all I could do was hold on.

  “Ava!” he called out, pausing and thrusting, pausing and thrusting. “Fuck!”

  And then, over the next few seconds, the staccato motion of Dyson’s motion stopped. He froze, pinning his pelvis against my backside and crying out. The tension in my shoulders fell away and I arched my ass in his direction one last time.

  Jets of warmth and streaks of heat laced me. I fell forward, resting my cheek on the countertop. The cool feel of it against my skin stood in sharp contrast to the fire Dyson unleashed within me.

  Minutes later, exhausted and overwhelmed, Dyson and I collapsed into the couch and caressed. For several minutes, we kissed and enjoyed the solitude and bliss of our shared afterglow.

  AVA

  With one arm and one leg draped across Dyson’s naked body, I made lazy strokes up and down the center of his torso. My finger moved along in between the ridges and grooves of his chiseled midsection.

  I sighed and closed my eyes.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I felt the vibration of his voice inside of his chest.

  “Mmm hmm,” I purred, rubbing my face against his skin. “Why?”

  “Well, you were pretty upset before. I’ve got to get back out to the track soon. Just want to make sure you’re all right.”

  I lifted my head off his chest and looked at him.

  “I’m fine,” I replied, smiling. “I need to get going as well.”

  A few minutes later, after we’d nearly dressed, I spoke.

  “I hope you understand where I’m coming from now.”

  Halfway back inside of his fire suit, Dyson looked at me. “What do you mean?”

  I shrugged. “Well, just how I worry. You know, about you out there on the track.”

  Dyson frowned at me. “I thought we already got past all that, Ava.”

  I returned his wrinkled brow with one of my own. “What are you talking about? All I was trying to say is that there is a reason why I feel the way I do.”

  Clearly frustrated, Dyson nodded and continued to get into his fire suit. He didn’t speak.

  “What?” I began. “What did I say?”

  Dyson shook his head. “You didn’t say anything. Don’t worry about it.”

  “No,” I replied, glaring at him. “You’re obviously upset about something I said. What is it?”

  Dyson yanked at the zipper of his fire suit. It whined with a high-pitched sound. He stared back at me.

  “Look, Ava, I’m really sorry about what happened to your sister. But, to compare that situation of her in a street race alongside some bozo to what I do for living… is completely ludicrous.”

  “That’s not what I said! I never said that!”

  Dyson didn’t respond but continued to gather up his gear.

  “It just seems strange, Dyson. That’s all I’m trying to tell you.”

  He stopped what he was doing, looked at me and scoffed. “What’s strange?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know, I mean, Darren seems like a reasonable guy to me. I just have a hard time believing he would get so upset if there wasn’t something to be genuinely concerned about.”

  Dyson chuckled and took several quick steps in my direction.

  “Let me tell you something,” he began, pointing in the direction of the door. “I feel safer on that track at two hundred miles an hour than I do driving on the God damn freeway.”

  I raised my arms, shaking my head back and forth at the same time.

  “I’m not saying that you don’t, Dyson. All I’m saying is maybe you should at least listen to what Darren has to say. I can’t imagine he wants to see you hurt or lose the race and…”

  Before I could say another word, Dyson waved his hand in front of my face, interrupting me.

  “I’m not going to talk to you about how I drive, Ava,” he snarled. “Now you can drop it, or there’s the door.”

  I stood there, my face frozen and my mouth hanging open. I couldn’t believe after everything I told him and what we’d just shared he’d act this way. I didn’t see anything wrong with what I’d said, and more so, I would have expected him to appreciate me caring about what happened to him.

  “Dyson, you are blowing this way out of proportion. I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I’m just trying to let you know I care.”

  He turned his back to me and a few seconds later disappeared into the bedroom. The next time he came out, Dyson carried his helmet. He passed by me without looking in my direction. I swiveled my head, following him with my eyes.

  “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” he began. “Eat something, whatever.”

  When he finished speaking, Dyson placed his hand on the doorknob and turned to look at me. I clenched my jaw at his sudden indifference. Before he could open the door or say another word, I let him know exactly how I felt.

  “You’re an asshole, Dyson,” I said, searching the immediate vicinity for my belongings. “You really just don’t get it.”

  He didn’t say a word. I moved as fast as I could, pulling my clothes on and grabbing the rest of my things. Half put together, I marched straight towards him.

  “Move,” I said, waving at him to get out of my way.

  He stepped aside and I pushed the door open.

  “With pleasure,” he said.

  At those words, I stopped in doorway. Late morning sunlight shined into the motor coach,
warming me against the sudden chill in the room. Our eyes met and I glared at him for several seconds before turning away and slamming the door behind me.

  When the day began, I looked forward to seeing him.

  Now, I wasn’t sure if I ever would again.

  AVA

  As luck would have it, shortly after my argument with Dyson, I received a phone call from the administrator of Simon’s school, Mrs. Phyllis Marberry. Not long after I’d been hired by the team, I contacted the school to arrange a meeting about Simon’s tuition, since he’d lost his funding from the state.

  I had a bit of time before qualifying began, so missing a day or two from the team wouldn’t matter. After grabbing a last minute flight, I arrived in Austin, and without even going home first, I headed straight for the school. My hope was that I’d be able to surprise Simon with the good news later that day.

  I’d been in such a hurry the entire day, I hadn’t had the chance to feel anxious about the meeting. That is, until I arrived at school. Suddenly, the situation was all too real and the stakes seemed higher than ever.

  By the time I checked in with Mrs. Marberry’s assistant, my knees felt as if they would give way beneath me. Fortunately, I made my way to a chair in the lobby without collapsing.

  Although I wasn’t in much trouble as a child, I did get called to the principal’s office once or twice. For some reason, this situation felt eerily similar. After I’d been there for about fifteen minutes or so, the door to Mrs. Marberry’s office creaked open and an older woman appeared in the threshold.

  Without looking in my direction, she walked towards an assistant who helped me when I’d arrived. The two chatted for a few seconds before they looked in my direction. The assistant pointed at me. Moments later, the older woman approached me.

  “Ms. Walters?” she began, extending her hand. “I am Mrs. Marberry, the school administrator.”

  I stood from the chair, smiling and straightening the fabric of my clothes with a couple of quick swipes. I took her hand in mine.