Driven (Racing For Love)

by Jayne Rylon

  The ragged moans echoing from Mark as he wrung satisfaction from every pulse of his orgasm sealed her fate. She exploded, clamping her legs shut to keep Sebastian right where she needed him. Her spine arched, exposing her mouth to him. He didn’t waste any time claiming her. The sensual kiss guided her through the tumultuous passion battering her senses until she sagged against the seat, huffing as though she’d run a marathon.

  He rubbed their noses together then separated them to bring his drenched digits to his mouth, humming with approval at her taste. When he’d cleaned every last drop of honey from them, he leaned close to whisper in her ear. She hardly heard him over the ringing in them.

  “I’m always on your side.”

  Unsure of how to respond, she stared into the pools of desire in his eyes as he arranged her clothes and released her wrists. The flight attendant saved her from answering when she announced from the doorway, “The captain says you can move freely about the cabin now. I’ll have your spaghetti ready in five minutes.”

  Mark flung aside the pillow he’d used to shield his lap from the woman’s view, though she’d have to be a moron to have missed the flush bronzing his skin. He crossed the gap between them then kissed Lynn’s cheek. “I gotta get cleaned up first. I’m starving. But don’t worry, I’m saving plenty of room for dessert. Nice game.”

  When he ambled into the restroom near the rear of the plane, she turned to Sebastian with wide eyes.

  “Buon appetito, tesoro.”

  Chapter Six

  “That was delicious.” Lynn folded her hands over the linen napkin in her lap. “I still can’t believe you arranged my favorite meal on such short notice.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Sebastian smiled as he sipped the last of his wine. They’d finished eating over half an hour ago but none of them had budged from the frosted glass table where they shared great conversation and lots of laughs.

  Mark had regaled her with stories of their adventures over the past ten years on the circuit. Though he’d probably edited out the worst of the tales, she couldn’t believe some of the things the two of them had been through together. It made her realize how much she’d lost out on while dedicating herself to climbing the corporate ladder.

  “What’s that look all about?” Sebastian nudged the base of her chair so the seat swiveled in his direction from her position between the two men.

  “Nothing.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m a little jealous, that’s all.”

  “Because you always wanted to be an international racing sensation?” Mark teased from behind her.

  “Not exactly,” she chuckled. “More like I’ve always wished for the freedom to go where I wanted when I wanted, to see the world and do what I love.”

  “You’re on your way now, right?” Bastian scooped her from the molded bucket chair onto his lap.

  “Yeah, I guess I am.” She snuggled against his chest as she recounted all the changes she’d made in the past months then wondered why the thought of striking out on her own didn’t thrill her quite as much right then.

  “You’re going to do great, gorgeous.” His hands glided across her back, rubbing the tension from her. The combination of the wine flowing through her and his gentle care had her relaxed in no time. She didn’t even flinch when the flight attendant came to clear their dishes.

  “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

  “We’re good, thanks.” Sebastian’s chest rumbled beneath her cheek with his dismissal. “We won’t be needing service until breakfast. Say, an hour before we land?”

  “Enjoy the rest of the flight then.”

  “Oh, we will.” Mark uttered the remark under his breath. For their ears only.

  Desire flared in her gut. Would they really give her what she yearned for most—the room to stretch her wings and explore without judgment or recrimination?

  Yes, they would. The certainty blossomed in her.

  Anxious to repay their generosity, she peeked up from her perch. “No more games, no messing around. I want you.”

  She trailed her fingers over Sebastian’s cheek then turned to include Mark. “And you. Right now.”

  “Who am I to keep a lady waiting?” The navigator rose from his chair across the table then whipped his shirt over his head. The flex of his ridiculous muscles entranced her until he popped the button on his jeans.

  Lynn hopped off Sebastian then grasped the hem of his cotton shirt. She tugged it up then over his raised arms. She stood there a moment, memorizing every curve and the play of the soft light on his tan skin.

  “What will you do with us, tesoro?” Calm, collected and ready for anything, he challenged her to shock him with that curious stare.

  Instead of answering, she swayed from side to side as she peeled her blouse from her shoulders then shimmied out of her skirt. Lynn rolled the stockings down her legs, loving the hunger in Sebastian’s gaze.

  A hiss escaped from between his clenched teeth.

  The sound had her smiling when she turned to slip her underwear off, granting him a clear view of her naked ass and back. In the distance, she heard Mark rummaging through the duffle he’d stowed behind their take-off seats.

  “Stand up, Bastian.” When he did as she commanded, she knelt before him. She’d never had such an overpowering urge to give someone pleasure as she did right now, with this man. After all, he’d taken care of her earlier while seeking nothing in return. She had no doubt he’d do it again now if she were selfish enough to let him.

  His hands toyed with the strands of her hair but didn’t grab hold, didn’t force her in any direction. He waited, with supreme patience, while she counted to ten to keep from begging him to fuck her on the floor. Two minutes of ecstasy wouldn’t satisfy her this time.

  She eased snug denim from his trim hips, staring as his half-hard cock bobbed along his thigh. Her hands rose, bracing her weight above his knees. Then she dipped her head to take him into her mouth.

  “Dio! Yes.” Light draws of her lips on his lengthening shaft had his breath rushing out in great gasps. She smiled around him as she watched his reaction from beneath her lashes. Working him gently, she eased his length to the back of her mouth, relishing every taste. While she encompassed him with wet heat, she reached out her tongue to lick the raised seam of his sac.

  “Damn, sweetheart.” Mark’s palms landed on her shoulders when he zoomed in for a closer look at her handiwork. “I bet that feels fucking great.”

  “Does.” Sebastian’s groan sent a thrill along her spine. She’d learned a thing or two in her sexual encounters she would bet the young hussies they’d been with hadn’t bothered to pay attention to yet. Not every man wanted a woman to eat him alive.

  Her palms glided up his ripped legs to squeeze his ass. Then she nudged him toward the table. When he caught on, he turned as she came to her feet, keeping his cock buried to the hilt as he reclined. It slid against her tongue. She moaned, causing him to jerk harder in a vicious cycle of arousal.

  Bent at the waist, she remained in the perfect position to continue laving him. Sebastian sprawled on his back on the table with his gorgeous ass resting on the edge. She settled between his splayed thighs. He propped each foot on the seat of a chair on either side of her to provide her with easy access. She spread her legs then arched her spine to present herself to Mark.

  “You want me to fuck you, cara?”

  She moaned around Sebastian’s shaft, now rock-hard and heavy between her lips.

  “Good thing I grabbed these.” The crinkle of a wrapper tearing couldn’t distract her from her mission.

  Lynn relaxed her throat, easing Sebastian farther in until her lips rested on the trunk of his body.

  “So good.” His hands latched on to the edge of the table beside his tense thighs, allowing her to take her time in torturing him. “You’re killing me.”

  She giggled around him. But not for long.

  “Help me out, Mark.” His strained plea shot straight to her pussy
then up to her heavy breasts, dangling beneath her. “Distract her. I don’t want to come like this. Not yet.”

  He might not want to crash into orgasm, but she sure as hell did. Two young studs would be able to keep up with her all night long if she wished. She didn’t have to stifle her reaction as she sometimes did with men her own age.

  The head of Mark’s cock nudged her slippery vulva, seeking entrance. Each glancing press of his latex-encased shaft had her rocking back to greet it. He teased her, rimming the mouth of her pussy with the blunt head until she thought she might scream in frustration.

  Then he notched the tip against her. She clamped down, kissing it with her steamy flesh.

  He groaned, blanketing her spine as he reached for her shoulders. When he had her pinned where he liked, he lunged, impaling her on his beefy erection in one fluid thrust.

  Stars exploded in her vision. Her eyes flew open, locked with Sebastian’s, letting him witness her overwhelming pleasure. A rush of adrenaline left her soaring as one man fucked her while the other watched. She’d expected the experience to be phenomenal, but nothing could have prepared her for this high.

  “Yes, gorgeous.” Sebastian groaned. “Surrender to it. Let him take you all the way.”

  Mark’s arms came around her—one below her breasts and the other above her hips—when her legs trembled, threatening to collapse. The fingers of his lower hand splayed over her mound, teasing her clit.

  A miniature shockwave emanated from the site of his impact. Instincts had her lips curling over her teeth to protect Bastian from her desire. She sucked him harder, her tongue swirling over the ridge on the underside of his cock. Nothing could compare to his pre-cum busting over her taste buds while his friend tunneled deep and slow but steady inside her.

  “Tesoro, stop.” He panted. “Give me a minute.”

  She shook her head in disagreement, his hard-on slapping the inside of each of her cheeks in the process. Another spurt of his musk splattered on the roof of her mouth.

  Mark ground into her harder when he realized what she intended. “Oh yeah. Make him come for you. Swallow him. He won’t be able to resist.”

  Lynn gave Bastian one last lick then glided to the root. His bulging head opened her throat and she gulped around him. Thank God she didn’t have a gag reflex.

  Mark increased the pace of his fucking, pairing each stroke with a tap from his finger. Her entire body gathered, suffocating his implanted cock.

  When Sebastian’s heels drummed on the plastic chairs, his head thrashed from side to side. Then his glorious body arched off the table, accompanied by a shout. His contracted balls bobbed against her lips as they pumped his semen down her throat. The elation at conquering his resistance pulled her with him into the maelstrom of passion and surrender.

  She came so hard on Mark’s cock, she didn’t know how the other man kept moving within her. For each pulse of her muscles, she swallowed another draught of Sebastian’s seed. After what could have been seconds, or minutes, she purred around his semi-erect flesh.

  “You two alive over there?” Mark continued to tunnel inside her throbbing channel.

  “Mmm.”

  Bastian shivered when she moaned, his cock twitching in her loose hold. He levered onto his elbow for a better view then petted her hair as he caught his breath. “That…was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. Dio, how can I want more?”

  Lynn smirked when his penis began to inflate beneath the gentle laps of her tongue. She let him slide from her mouth for a moment, nuzzling his balls instead.

  “That’s so hot, cara.” Mark withdrew his cock then used it to tap her clit until the ultrasensitivity transformed into renewed desire. Once it had, she ground herself on him again. Satisfied, he slid home, screwing her with short, fast jabs that stoked the embers of her climax. “You’re not afraid to take what you want.”

  “Be gentler with her, Mark.” Sebastian would have squirmed away from her if she hadn’t increased the suction on his testicle.

  “No.” Her garbled response was clear enough. “Harder.”

  “You’re sure?” Mark stalled, waiting for confirmation both from her and his best friend.

  “Now!”

  “Sorry, gorgeous. You’re the boss.” Sebastian grimaced then nodded at the other man. “Give her what she wants.”

  “You better get back in the game. Need to tag you soon. Not gonna last.” In fact, Mark’s breathing had already become erratic and his hands moved to grope her breasts. The pressure on her hard nipples felt divine.

  “You love driving us wild, don’t you?” Bastian traced her mouth around the edge of his balls.

  “Mmm.” She gasped as Mark’s blunt dick hit a sweet spot.

  “Right there, amico.”

  The guys’ coordinated efforts had her entire body compressing again. She’d never been so turned-on in all her life. Their expert lovemaking blew her mind. Mark bent lower then bit her shoulder. His abs slapped her ass faster and faster, but the stud ground his cock against her G-spot each time until she couldn’t resist a moment longer.

  She abandoned Sebastian’s rejuvenated hard-on to scream out her pleasure. Mark slammed inside her one final time then poured his release into the condom he wore, all the while muttering things she couldn’t understand but didn’t need to.

  All that mattered was the fire raging in Sebastian’s eyes when she glanced up at him.

  “Come here.” He tugged her onto the table with him, her knees straddling his trim hips, to claim her mouth. And no matter how his best friend had pleased her, something about kissing this man held more significance. The attraction flowed between them, instant and powerful.

  “One more,” she whispered against his lips, feeling greedy.

  “As many as you like.”

  “One more,” she repeated. “With you.”

  She let her forehead rest on his while she caught her breath for a minute. When Mark groaned from behind her, she turned to check on him. A wry grin twisted his lush mouth as he hunched with hands on thighs, looking as wobbly as a newborn deer.

  “My new favorite dessert.” He sank to his knees, sparking a wicked thought.

  Lynn rolled in Sebastian’s arms, coming to rest with her back nestled to his front. She wiggled until she sat up and could plant one foot on each of his thighs. He caught on quick, this man of hers. Before she could ask, he cupped her hips, supporting her, lifting her as she reached for his erection.

  A whimper escaped when his longer, thicker hard-on stretched her engorged tissue. She’d always enjoyed the reverse cowgirl position, but this time somehow surpassed all others.

  “Okay?” At least he didn’t try to stop her this time.

  “Perfect,” she sighed when her ass met his abdomen, embedding him in her completely. His hands curled around her sides to wander up her belly to her chest, pinching her nipples then rubbing out the sting. His fingers roamed over her entire body, everywhere he could reach, waking up nerves she thought deadened by her prior orgasms.

  Mark absorbed every touch with his rekindled stare from his spot in front of her.

  She started fucking Sebastian with slow pumps of her hips, building the pleasure one final time. It might be another two years until she had sex again after this night. Her movements turned urgent when she considered her simple affair had only hours to go before it burned out. She would take what the men offered—drown herself in ecstasy so she never forgot what it had been like to shine in their arms.

  She performed for Mark. He definitely got off on watching. From a foot away, he could see the minute details of her and Sebastian’s joining. The flex of her pussy around her lover’s cock, the flush of their skin as blood raced to their loins, the gradual scrunching of his best friend’s scrotum as she picked up steam.

  “Lick my clit, Mark.” The man drifted closer to where she and Sebastian were joined at the edge of the table but stopped, in the double vee of their thighs, an inch short of her pussy and his best friend’s co
ck. The heat of his breath washing over her as his chest bellowed drove her to beg, “Please.”

  He groaned then closed the gap, enfolding her tight bundle of nerves between his lips. After their intense fucking, she appreciated his gentle manipulation. Her eyes rolled in her skull when Sebastian countered with long, liquid glides of his hips that filled her with his cock.

  Suddenly, the tender loving took her higher than all the rough fucking in the world. Between the fluttering swipes of Mark’s tongue and the easy pressure of Sebastian’s erection, she curled her toes in delight on Bastian’s knees.

  “Mark.” She whimpered as she tried to hold on. She wasn’t finished yet. Not without Sebastian and he needed something more than this delicate sway to get off.

  The man between her legs angled his head until their gazes met and his attention focused on her.

  “Put one of your fingers in his ass.”

  Sebastian went stiff beneath her. “What? I’m not gay, Lynn. Not bi either.”

  She lifted off him until the bare tip of his cock remained embedded then sank onto him bit by bit. “I’m not asking you to let him fuck you. You said I could have anything I wanted. You’ll like this. Trust me as I’ve trusted you.”

  The urge to lead him somewhere he’d never gone before raged inside her. It was only fair after what he’d done to her—destroyed her for other men.

  His hands tightened on her hips until she guaranteed she’d have bruises to show for it but the pressure ratcheted her arousal higher. He didn’t object further. Mark stared at her in wonder but no hint of disgust dimmed the appetite she saw in his chocolate eyes.

  “Go ahead, you know you want to,” she dared him.

  All three of them groaned together when Mark’s finger slid beside the length of Sebastian’s cock inside her, gathering her wetness. Then he retreated. The sight of his long finger poised to penetrate Sebastian had the beginnings of another orgasm looming near.