Revving Her Up

by Daniels, Joy

  They flew down the long side of the track, the engine revving and seat vibrating. The sensation moved up her thighs and settled in her pussy, making her clit hum with pleasure. It was almost too much given her current state of arousal. Another lap and she might come right there in his car.

  They rounded the last turn, the finish line in sight. She’d never done anything this crazy, this reckless and exciting in her entire life—and she wasn’t ready for it to end. To her delight, Cole showed no sign of stopping. The grandstand was a blur as they zoomed by. Cole let out a loud “yee-haw!” and laughter bubbled in Sarah’s chest, the kind she hadn’t felt in ages.

  The trees blended into a beautiful smudge of green and brown as they soared down the far side of the track. The car slid into the final turn again—if Sarah hadn’t been pinned down by the G-forces she would have thrown her hands into the air as if she were on a roller coaster. With a burst of renewed speed, Cole headed for the finish line a second time. Sarah’s pulse picked up too. Her competitive nature kicked in and she leaned into the seatbelt as if she could will the car to go even faster. She could almost hear the crowd scream as the white line passed beneath them. Her breath released in a satisfied whoosh.

  Cole slowed the car and brought them to a stop at the top of the curve. Sarah sagged against the safety belt, fighting to slow her racing heartbeat. Had she ever experienced anything so intense and exhilarating? The power, the speed, the excitement. Blood pounded through her veins and throbbed between her thighs. She recalled what Cole had said about a rush “like no other” and shivered, grateful that the roar of the crowd had only been in her mind. They were alone. She was wet and needy, aching with desire, her body more revved up than it had been in…forever. Any last reservations flew out the window along with her fear. Months of frustration melted into hot need. She wanted this man. She flipped up her visor and turned to him, not caring if naked desire showed in her face. The time for coyness and games was over.

  Before she could speak Cole unbuckled his harness and jumped out of the car. Disappointment stabbed her. Did he not feel the same passion, the excitement? But no sooner had she completed the thought than he appeared at her side, flinging the door wide.

  His helmet was gone. The predatory gleam in his eyes made his intentions clear.

  He made short work of the restraining harness and got rid of her helmet, tossing it behind the seats. He reached down and drew her from the car, his motions gentle in spite of the urgency in his face. Pulling her clear, he slammed the door with his hip.

  A wicked smile crossed his lips. Whatever he was thinking, she wanted a piece of it.

  The air was cool but she was still hot from the ride—and getting hotter. Hands seized her waist and she was pressed up against the car, his mouth coming down hard on hers. “Yes,” she moaned into his kisses. “Oh God, yes!” His tongue thrust between her open lips in what she prayed was a preview of what was up next. She tasted the heady aphrodisiac of cool mint and beer. She writhed against him, bucking her hips. She wanted to feel all of him against her, needed to feel his heat deep within.

  “I want you.” His words echoed her thoughts as he trailed a hand down her thigh. The other gripped her hip and jolts of pleasure shot from each point of contact straight to her clit. When he reached the hem of her skirt he started back up, bringing the material with it. When his fingers reached the bare skin above her stockings, he ground his pelvis into hers with a groan. He slipped his leg between hers. The denim of his jeans was rough against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

  Oh, the things this man did to her. Her body felt like a wild thing, something out of her control, obeying only the desire in his eyes and the lust conjured by his hands. She straddled his muscular thigh, so wet her moisture must have been soaking into his jeans but she didn’t care. A moan escaped her lips. She was on fire for him, racing toward their inevitable conclusion faster than he’d raced them around the track.

  Cole responded with a growl as his hand slid aside the thin material of her thong. A single finger brushed her damp curls. “You’re so wet, Sarah. So hot.” He kissed her neck. “It’s such a turn-on, isn’t it? Going fast? Driving hard?” The last two words were punctuated by thrusts of his hips that drew cries from deep in her throat.

  “How much farther are you willing to go?” His voice was a harsh whisper against her ear. “We’re so close to the edge, darlin’. So close. Wanna take it all the way?”

  His words were fuel to the flames of lust that threatened to devour her from within. “Yes. Please.” She was begging but couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop until he gave her what she wanted. What she needed. More. More of his hands, his mouth, his cock. More speed, more pressure, more of the thrills he had shown her on the track.

  He pulled back and she cried out, bereft. His answering chuckle resonated deep in her belly. Walking backward, he tugged her toward the front of the car. On wobbly knees she followed, willing to go anywhere to feel his body against hers.

  They were out in the open. The floodlights blazed down, illuminating their every move. There was nowhere to hide. Heat rose off the hood of the car, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the man before her. Getting closer to him was her deepest concern. Feeling him within, her only priority.

  He stopped in front of the hood, touching it with one finger, then laying his whole hand on it. Nodding, he turned her so she was facing the car.

  “Put your hands on the hood, Sarah.” His words were both a command and a caress. He wanted to take her from behind.

  She’d never done it that way, never understood how such a passive position could appeal to a woman. Yet the thought of doing it with Cole made her feel weak with need.

  Cole behind her, over her. Holding her hips firmly while he thrust deep inside. Heat flared in her core. Her body was willing, even desperate. Could her mind embrace it as well?

  She hesitated, body aching but frozen with uncertainty. Cole decided for both of them. His hand closed softly around her wrist and guided her fingers down to the warm metal of the hood. His body leaned into hers, bending her forward. His hard cock pressed into the cleft of her ass.

  “Put the other hand down too, Sarah,” he said in her ear.

  Without allowing herself to think, she did as instructed.

  “Brace yourself, darlin’. It’s going to be a rough ride.”

  Chapter Seven

  Sarah’s skirt went up around her waist. Her thong slid down and Cole stepped back to pull it off. She could feel his gaze on her, his hands stroking her buttocks with an appreciative murmur. She canted her hips back to give him a better view and was rewarded with a throaty moan. The clink of his belt buckle was followed by the soft whir of a zipper and the crinkle of foil. She recalled the crossed flags she’d seen earlier—had it only been a few hours ago?—and her eyes sought out the flagman’s stand. She was ready to race for that finish line now. To be put out of this sweet, sweet misery after waiting and wanting for so long.

  With a knee Cole urged her legs wider. He gripped her hips. The hot tip of his cock pressed against her opening. She wriggled, pushing back with a desperate sound, but the hands on her hips tightened.

  He tsked against her ear. “Who’s in the driver’s seat now, Sarah?”

  She froze as an unexpected thrill ran through her. He was asserting his control and he wanted her to acknowledge it. She took a breath. “You. You’re driving.” Her voice hitched on the last word and she felt his cock jerk.

  “That’s right, darlin’. I’m behind the wheel.”

  He started to press forward, entering her a millimeter at a time. Her channel stretched to welcome him. Everything felt different from this angle. Exciting and new. Never before had she wanted to be in this position, yet it felt so good. So right. Something about this man made her want to relinquish control. It turned her on more than she thought possible.

  And scared the hell out of her.

  Sarah’s courage began to waver. What was she doin
g? This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. Sarah Lange never let anyone tell her what to do. She was the one in charge, the person who had everything under control. Yet from the moment her car hit that pothole, her whole universe had been knocked off-balance. It needed to be righted. Pulled back together. Returned to some semblance of the way things were supposed to be.

  Her back went rigid, her legs stiff. Cole stopped moving. “Sarah?”

  She leaned forward, ignoring the sharp pang of loss as his hardness slipped out of her body. She turned and braced a foot against the front grill. They were face-to-face. This she could handle.

  Cole’s cock stood proudly between them, stiff and ready. She pulled at his hips and spread her legs wider to accommodate him. But he resisted, his body holding firm against her attempts to draw them back together.

  “Come on, Cole. What are you waiting for?” She wanted him as much as before—just face-to-face. Surely he wouldn’t object to that.

  He gave her a searching look. Whatever he saw must have satisfied him because he relaxed his stance and allowed her to pull him closer. The tip of his cock brushed over her lower lips. His head slipped over her swollen clit. Desire flared again and she moaned.

  Her whole existence narrowed to this moment. Cole’s hands on her hips. The smell of male sweat and burnt rubber. Smooth metal under her hands. The clicks and pings of the cooling engine. All blended into an erotic drug that swirled through her veins. And Cole was the only one who could give her the fix she needed.

  But he still held back. From the mischief in his eyes she knew he was doing it to tease her. Part of her enjoyed it, wanting this to last as long as possible. But the parts he was touching wanted him to drive into her as hard and fast as he’d driven the car around the track.

  The latter parts won. She tried to arch her hips to take him inside, but his grip was firm. Bracing his hands against the car, Cole leaned forward. He pressed her back with his body until she was sandwiched between him and the smooth metal of the hood.

  “What’s wrong, Sarah?” he asked against her ear. “Am I going too slow?” He flexed his hips and the head of his cock slid a few millimeters into her body.

  A jolt of pleasure made her squirm. “Yes. Please. I need more.”

  She was begging again but beyond caring. She’d never wanted anyone, never needed anything as much as she needed this man inside her now. Front, back, any way he wanted. “Please.”

  “I forgot—you’re a woman who loves power and speed.”

  With that he thrust forward, filling her completely in one move.

  A feeling of bliss flowed through her veins, pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. Cole held her steady against the hood as he pistoned in and out of her channel, the liquid sound of it driving her higher. The slide of his slick cock within aroused sensations Sarah thought she’d forgotten. Ones she feared she’d never experience again. Some that she’d never felt before. This was what she needed, what she’d been missing. Sarah felt her whole body racing toward that precipice. A point higher than any she’d ever known. Cole’s pace quickened, his breathing hard as they headed toward that peak together. She planted both heels on the front grill, pushing up to meet his thrusts. She was so close to coming, closer than she’d been in months. This time she would do it. This time she’d make it over the edge and feel the rapture that had eluded her for too long.

  Or would she fail? She shivered at the thought. Tried to will it away. But the doubt was there. Could she do it, was she even capable? Or would her body disappoint her as it had so many times before, leaving her pained and humiliated before this gorgeous stranger?

  Sarah’s climax screeched to a halt. Cole’s motions still felt good, wonderful in fact, but the pressure that had been building deep within drained from her body.

  Damn it! She’d gotten further this time and felt more than she had in a long, long while. But it still hadn’t been enough. Her hands balled into fists against the hood as she lay back on the car.

  Cole’s movement slowed, then stopped. “Sarah?”

  Shame gripped her. He was beautiful, talented, smart and she was a failure. She closed her eyes. The thought that he might discover her inadequacy… She couldn’t let him know. In a sad parody of her earlier excitement, she raised herself off the hood and wriggled against him. “Why are you stopping, Cole? That feels sooooo good.” That much was true. Even without the longed-for finale, his body felt glorious against hers, his cock hard and delicious inside her cunt.

  “Sarah,” he said softly. This time it was not a question.

  Tears welled up in her eyes at the sound of her name on his lips. The tenderness in his voice touched something deep inside. Something she was not ready to face. She shook her head, mortified by what he might think.

  Cole stepped back, his cock sliding from her body. She jerked with surprise. Why had he stopped? Even if he realized that she wouldn’t come, why hadn’t he taken his pleasure? She was still willing even if she hadn’t been able.

  Gently he gathered her against his chest. His body was strong and solid, his long, hard length trapped between them.

  “Why did you stop?” Like with a toothache, she couldn’t stop poking at it no matter how painful.

  “Shhh…” He kissed her hair. She tried to swallow but couldn’t get past the lump in her throat.

  Cole stepped back and smoothed down her skirt. He removed and discarded the condom he’d worn. She looked down, unable to meet his eyes. Her gaze found the brass buckle with its crossed flags. A bitter laugh slipped past her lips. Some race. She’d stalled in sight of the finish line.

  Rough knuckles grazed her hot cheek and a strong hand cupped her jaw. Cole tilted her chin up and brushed his lips over hers. His touch was whisper-soft and again Sarah felt the urge to cry.

  His gaze roamed over her face. “Beautiful. Passionate, powerful. Amazing.”

  Like a racecar. The comparison felt like mockery given her poor performance on the track. She shook her head. Her mind was a muddle of racing terms, every single one of them making her feel as broken down as her poor car.

  She let Cole guide her back into the car, too miserable to protest. She sank into the seat and let her head loll back. Even without a climax her body felt heavy, her thoughts muddled. She managed a small smile of thanks when Cole refastened her seatbelt. In her current state there was no way she could manage the straps.

  Cole slipped into the driver’s seat, revved the engine and headed around the track. His speed was a fraction of what it had been before, but still impressive. Hell, this car would feel sexy at a crawl. She shifted in the seat and felt the warm slide of her juices between her thighs. She’d been so turned on when Cole had peeled the thong down her legs. What had he done with it? Had he left it there on the ground, a sign of his latest conquest however unsatisfying? He could amass quite the collection of women’s panties at that track. Who could resist? She felt an uncomfortable pang at the thought of Cole taking other women to the track. At the track. Women who’d gone the distance, not broken down before they reached their goal.

  They reached the gate and Cole hopped out of the car. With a self-pitying sigh Sarah admired his tight ass for a moment before the clearing was plunged into darkness. Moonlight shone through a gap in the trees and reflected off the car’s silver hood as Cole pulled out onto the road. Sarah stared out the passenger side window. Her teeth clenched to ward off the tears that threatened. What the hell was wrong with her? Even in the worst circumstances she was usually more stoic than this. “Stoneface” was what they called her in the office. Yet she’d done little but blush and cry all day. Maybe it was PMS.

  The drive back was as smooth and swift as it had been on the way to the track, but Sarah was in no mood to enjoy it. They soon rounded the last curve and Cole’s house came into view. Earlier in the evening she’d been disappointed that he hadn’t invited her to spend the night in his bed. Now she was grateful to have a place to stay at all.

  It was better that sh
e’d be sleeping alone. She could lick her wounds in private.

  Chapter Eight

  Sarah was fiddling with her seatbelt before they even came to a stop. She seemed as eager to escape the car as a racer fleeing a burning wreck. Cole was curious about what was going through her head, but knew now wasn’t the time to ask. She looked shaken up as it was.

  One minute she’d been with him and seemed to be enjoying herself. The next, she had stiffened up and was…gone. No longer with him in the moment. She’d tried to fake it, but it had been obvious that she wasn’t into it and that took the pleasure out of it for him. Sure, he still could have gotten off, but the thought of doing it like that left him cold.

  He unbuckled his own belt slowly, giving her time to scramble out of the low car seat. As deeply ingrained as his Southern upbringing was, he resisted the urge to go open her door. She wouldn’t appreciate a helping hand right now.

  Had it been a mistake to tell her to put her hands on the car? He thought she’d like having someone else in charge and she’d seemed to be into it at first. But when she wanted to turn around, he’d been cool with that. This woman made him so hot he’d take her any way he could.

  If only she could relax. She’d been strung out since she’d received that phone call earlier today. No, truth be told, she’d seemed pretty wound up when they’d met by the side of the road. Heck, the only time she’d seemed to loosen up at all was when he was driving. He held back a sympathetic sigh. She’d said that her spa trip was for a medical reason. It wasn’t hard to imagine that bottled-up stress was the cause, and the scene back at the track was one of the symptoms.

  That bothered him and not only in the altruistic sense. Something about this woman had gotten under his skin. She had the intelligence and sophistication that had attracted him to Natalie with a gentler side his ex had lacked.

  He waited until she was halfway up the path before he got out. The door was unlocked of course, and she disappeared through it. He found her in the middle of the living room, looking around as if she couldn’t figure out what she was doing there. He closed the door and she whirled to face him. Her shoulders straightened, a motion he’d seen her do before. It seemed to have the effect of putting on armor, shuttering the almost-fearful look he’d glimpsed on her face a moment ago.