Rev

by Chloe Plume

  What the hell was I doing getting so obsessed?

  There was a reason they called it a one night stand. One damn night. Not hang out during the day and pretend to be in an actual relationship.

  Because there was no way this could ever go there.

  We were worlds apart. This whole out-in-the-desert, bad boy racer, night of wild abandon thing—well, it was Vegas after all. And I was just visiting.

  “So, you’re the latest one.”

  A female voice. I turned around. She was one of the girls who were standing around Rev earlier.

  She was gorgeous and knew it enough to flaunt it. A short skirt framed her long legs, and a cropped top exposed a perfectly toned midriff. Blonde hair cascaded down her sharply defined, golden tan shoulders.

  “I guess every guy wants something—” she hesitated, as if searching for the right word—“different once in a while.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “Oh, everyone knows Rev Gryffin is going through a phase.” She pursed her face in a look of disdain. “Problems with the family and questioning things right and left. He’s off in crisis mode—and it makes for some interesting decisions.” She eyed me up and down. “Sandra, by the way.”

  I exhaled sharply. “Jeez. Well, I’d say pleasure to meet you, but I don’t think that was the intention here…”

  She smiled insincerely. “He’ll come back around. Just so you know.”

  Just what I need…more drama.

  It was yet another reason this needed to remain a fling. Nothing more.

  Thankfully, Derek interjected and cut the unenjoyable conversation short. “It was Winter, right? Rev wanted me to make sure you got a seat up in the stands.”

  I followed him to the edge of the track and up to a reserved space in the bleachers. “Thanks, by the way. Looks like I’m upsetting things a bit. But you know, Rev and I aren’t—”

  “He’s never brought anyone to the track before,” Derek said abruptly. “She was probably just jealous.”

  Oh great.

  Whatever good sense I had left was telling me to get up and go. But I was glad I took a seat and stayed. As Rev’s burnt orange car pulled up to the line, I felt genuine excitement. And I hadn’t been excited in a long time.

  Chapter Eight

  REV

  I shouldn’t have been thinking about her.

  Here I was, in my element, tapping the throttle and revving the engine. To my right and left were souped-up vehicles of all kinds, from Italian imports to gutted out Japanese chassis with over $100,000 in modifications. Every single one of them was spitting fiery noise, readying for an aggressive, wild race.

  I should have been in the moment, 100%. I needed to win. I needed the money. It’s not like these races paid out all that much; they were mostly for bragging rights. And I still owed quite a bit for the car and all the mods.

  But there I was, going through my warm up sequence automatically, my mind drifting off.

  Focus. Focus!

  The flags went down. Engines roared and tires screeched. I dumped the clutch into 1st, throwing all that power straight to the road. Damn flywheels were ceramic and pricey as shit, but two races and they were fried.

  When the tires gripped and the car jolted forward, I shifted to second, catching the power band right where I needed it. It was me and a blue Porsche at the front, heading into the first curve. He’d have the advantage when a turn fed into another turn. Had to hand it to the Germans: those things were maneuverable. I’d have the advantage when a curve emptied into a straightaway. Had to hand it to us Americans: the Hemi Hellcat was a beast. So we’d do a little dance, trade places, keep a rhythm, and it’s come down to the end.

  “Keep the distance, Rev,” Cruz advised through the earpiece, right on cue. “And watch the banks. A couple of the turns are not as banked as you think, so you’ll need to juice up the over steer.”

  The Porsche ran a little too tight at the hairpin ahead and hit the apex of the curve too early. I waited until I was far on the outside and turned wide, setting a late apex. The turn emptied into a straightaway. My gamble paid off. I sacrificed entry for exit. I turned in late, apexed late, and got the car straight and on the power right through the turn.

  I blew by the Porsche, which was still accelerating along the lengthy straight. I’d gained some time, but he’d get it back on the short curves up ahead.

  Fucking curves…

  Now all I could think about was Winter. The image of her naked body flashed through my mind and my cock stiffened. I struggled to keep the blood in my brain where it belonged. But fuck, I couldn’t help but crave the feeling of her tight little hole squeezing my shaft until I felt like my head would explode with agonizing pleasure. Her body was made for my cock. Her pussy was the best I’d ever had.

  God damn!

  The Porsche whizzed by. I needed to concentrate. I’d never gotten distracted thinking about a girl like that. Then again, I’d never met anyone like her.

  The final hairpin was up ahead, followed by a turn and the finish line.

  “Rev! The exit isn’t relevant.” Cruz was yelling so loud through the earpiece that it hurt.

  Got it. Right, Left, Finish.

  Up ahead was a right curve followed immediately by a left curve and a short straight to the finish. By the time I got around the first curve, I’d be turning the opposite way. There wasn’t much to gain in that short distance. I needed to get the power now and carry it into the curve.

  “Drive faster Rev!” Cruz screamed.

  Yeah, no shit.

  I gave the charger’s hemi the full throttle on a juicy power band as I downshifted right before the turn. I hit the brakes as late as I could risk.

  I risked a lot. The car almost slid into the stack of tires sitting at the outside of the curve. I practically dive-bombed the apex, hitting early with as much power as possible.

  Yeah, I slowed down from braking so hard on the exit. But I was going so fast already that it didn’t even matter. I was at the final turn before I knew it. Before the Porsche knew it.

  I screamed past him. He’d gone for the late turn and actually picked up speed coming out of the first curve. Too bad it was straight to the opposite side of the track.

  I hit the final turn on the inside and cut straight to the finish line. He hit it on the outside and wasted time steering back into the track.

  Fuck yes!

  For a moment, as I crossed the line, I felt a serene calmness wash over me. A smart, clean win. It was euphoric.

  And then my heart began to pound with the elation of winning.

  I love winning. There’s nothing like it.

  Except now there was Winter Calloway.

  Even a race like this just doesn’t compare.

  I needed her pressing against my cock. I wanted those breasts in my hands, back arched, that ass raised up for me. Her body was exhilarating. Nothing would feel better than fucking her senseless.

  Chapter Nine

  Winter

  “You’re going too fast!” I shouted.

  Rev just smirked. His hands expertly manipulated the shifter and the wheel while I watched. I couldn’t help but stare at his long, strong fingers. He had beautiful hands. Rough but taken care of. Agile, sinewy hands with short fingernails and strong knuckles, veins visible as he handled the car at 100 mph.

  I wanted him to handle me. I’d gotten a taste of what those fingers could do to me in a hurry. I wondered what he could achieve taking his time.

  Holy shit!

  I covered my head and huddled against the seat as we whizzed past one car and ducked back into the lane, narrowly missing another. “Watch out!”

  “I’m an expert, remember?” Rev proclaimed, hitting the throttle as we approached a wide turn.

  “An expert lunatic maybe.” My eyes grew wide as I realized he wasn’t slowing down. “Are you crazy?!”

  “You said you wanted to take a ride.”

  “I hardly had this in
mind.”

  “Oh, dirty girl,” he exclaimed, a smug grin running across his face. “You meant the other kind of ride.”

  I slapped him on the shoulder. “Yeah, you wish.” I gulped as the speedometer passed 100. “Now, slow the hell down!”

  Rev looked straight ahead with intensity written on his face. His dark, thick eyebrows pressed downwards and the muscles of his forearms shifted visibly as he tightly gripped the car’s controls.

  “It’s an easy turn,” he said calmly. “Not to mention, it’ll be fun.”

  “Fun?!” I shouted, bewildered by his nonchalance. “Something that can kill you is fun?!”

  “Most definitely,” he said, hitting the e-brake so suddenly I screamed and lurched forward against my seat belt harness.

  The car seemed to lose control like it was about to spin out. Rev shifted and did something with the pedals, hitting the brake and then the throttle while steering in the opposite direction of the turn.

  “Hooolyy Craaaap!” I howled like I was on a roller coaster.

  Tremendous centrifugal force pressed me back against my seat as we slid sideways around the curve. Smoke billowed up from the tires. I was scared. I was disconcerted. And yes, I was thrilled.

  The adrenaline rushed through me. My stomach fluttered. I continued screaming, but more for the thrill of it. I was on a high-octane joyride.

  Rev hit the throttle as we came out of the turn and the car gripped the road again as it straightened out.

  “Told you it’d be fun.”

  I breathed heavy, hand over my pounding heart. “Yeah, but if you do it again, I’ll kill you.”

  He looked me over with amusement. “All right then kitten.”

  “We’re back to the kitten thing again?”

  He nodded and the corners of his mouth went up into a slight smile. “Like I said, you’ve got the claws to match.”

  We passed onto a long, open stretch of highway. Day was turning to dusk, and it looked as if there’d be a wonderfully colorful sunset.

  “Well, just keep that in mind,” I noted. “No more funny business.”

  The car began to speed up again. I heard the engine noise build and the now familiar feeling of my body pressing hard back against the seat.

  A mischievous look spread across Rev’s face. “I think we need a little more funny business,” he said, shifting into an even noisier gear. “Not to mention, you look so damn hot when you’re annoyed. I can’t help it.”

  “I swear, if you do that again, Rev—”

  “Looks like we’re speeding up!” He pressed hard on the throttle. “I see another turn ahead!”

  I huffed, and threw my hands up dramatically in a sign of exasperation. “Alright… What do you want Rev?”

  “It’s more about what you want kitten.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He grinned ear to ear as the speedometer hit 100 again. “I won’t stop going faster until you tell me what you really want. Every dirty detail.”

  I gulped. “Alright. Fine. I wouldn’t mind what we did last night.”

  Rev shrugged. “I can go much faster.”

  The car lurched forward. I caught my breath. My heart began pounding again, but I wasn’t sure if it was the neck breaking speed or the filthy images running through my head.

  “I want you Rev,” I said, my voice low and slightly embarrassed.

  “Better keep going. That turn’s coming right up!”

  The bastard…

  “I want your damn hands all over me like they were last night.” My voice caught and I squirmed. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

  “You want me to fuck you, kitten?” Rev asked, his voice husky.

  “Yes. I do.” I pleaded. “What are you waiting for? Slow down.”

  “I want to hear you beg for it.” His voice was darker now, rough and grating. “I want to hear you say how much you want it.”

  “I want you deep inside me Rev.”

  I felt a rush of desire flood my body.

  It’s true.

  All I could think about was how much I wanted him to fuck me, hard and fast, as I screamed and pressed against his tensing body. I ached to feel him inside me. Just the thought of it made me wet.

  “I want you to soak your panties just thinking about my cock.”

  Already there…

  “I want it now, Rev.” The words just tumbled out. “Pull over.”

  The car slowed. “That’s more like it,” he grunted.

  I could see the impressive outline of his package as his cock tensed against his jeans. I had the sudden urge to climb on top of him. I wanted his entire length thrusting deep into my center.

  We exited off the highway and up to a look out. No one was there. Night was falling. The sunset over the desert was spectacular. Warm hues of dusty yellows, reds, and purples mingled over the barren vastness. The sweeping, extraordinary immensity of nature took my breath away.

  Rev stopped the car. “Damn it Winter.” He threaded his fingers through my hair and gripped the base of my neck, bringing my face towards his. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

  The throbbing between my thighs intensified. I moaned, but the sound came out as more of a whimper. I reached for the hardness straining in his jeans.

  “No, not yet,” he ordered.

  I felt his hand travel up between my thighs, dragging my skirt up over my panties.

  “You’re already soaked.”

  I nodded, eyes closed, waiting for his touch. He peeled off the panties and slipped them down and over my heeled feet.

  “Fuck, the things I want to do to you kitten…” His voice came out like a low growl.

  I felt a finger circle my clit and another caress between my slit, spreading my juices. I arched towards him, wanting him to press further into me.

  His other hand gripped my hair tightly and held me in place. He watched me while he touched me, his bright blue-eyes gaze intense and dominant. He stroked me gently, the pressure and rhythm of his fingers sending waves of pleasure through my body.

  Finally, he pushed past my tight entrance. I felt the stroking on the inside. He curled his fingers upwards and massaged the sensitive pad of my G-spot. Delicious twinges I’d never felt before shot through my body. I moaned and my hips rocked towards his hand.

  He withdrew his fingers. I slumped, disappointed and eager for more.

  “Get in the backseat,” Rev ordered.

  I crawled into the back, my skirt hiked over my naked behind.

  “Oh fuck,” Rev groaned. “That ass, Winter. Just looking at that drives me crazy.”

  He followed into the backseat and stretched my body out so my legs were spread. Then he began to kiss the length of my thighs, moving up towards the center. I sighed and my head went back as his mouth covered me. His tongue worked me over until I was on the verge, until I grasped at his thick hair by the roots.

  Then his fingers went into me again as his mouth focused on my clit. He sucked hard, bringing excruciating pangs of pleasure so strong I couldn’t think about anything else. His fingers made come hither motions inside me while his other hand kneaded my breasts and pinched my erect nipples.

  “I love how you taste,” Rev groaned, his voice muffled as his mouth pressed against me. “Delicious.” The vibrations of his deep, rumbling voice shot through my center like pulses of electricity.

  “Rev…” I moaned. “Oh God, Rev. I’m coming.”

  “Of course you are.”

  Suddenly, his tongue darted into me as his warm mouth covered my pussy. He pulled me closer, hands gripping the cheeks of my ass, and I came hard against him. I climaxed violently, thrashing as he licked and sucked between my legs.

  He held me like that until I came down from my orgasm. Then, pulling his head from my thighs, he sat up and ripped off his shirt.

  My eyes feasted as I took in the rippling contours of his muscular body.

  God, he’s perfect…

  Rev looked down at me with an exp
ression full of lust. His gorgeous eyes were full of voracious desire. He pulled off his jeans and his boxer-briefs. His cock sprung free, long and pulsing with hardness, the tip already glistening.

  He stroked his length, eyeing my body hungrily. I closed my eyes, anticipating the exquisite feeling of him inside me, stretching me until I was tight around his pulsing cock.

  “Oh fuck,” he said suddenly. “I don’t have a condom.”

  I didn’t care. I needed him to fuck me. “I’m on the pill,” I informed him.

  Rev looked me in the eyes intently, like he was searching for something. “You mean you trust me?”

  I nodded. “Right now I want you to fuck me senseless.”

  His body tensed eagerly. “My pleasure.”

  The head of his cock pressed against my labia. I had never been so ready. I was dripping wet, fully ready. He entered without hesitation, in one swift motion. And even though his fingers had stretched me, readying me for his girth, I still felt a pang as I widened further to accommodate him.

  I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him as he eased his entire length inside of me. My hands ran over the powerful muscles of his flexing abdomen.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned as he began pumping long strokes into me.

  I could feel the throbbing of his cock deep inside me. The feeling of skin-on-skin with no barrier between us was exquisite. He thrust into me relentlessly, smooth but with just the right amount of friction.

  His torso glistened with sweat as the desert heat seeped into the car. My hands instinctively went to his shoulders and back, tracing the contours of etched muscle.

  “Fuck, yes.” I sighed. “Harder.”

  Rev supported his weight on one elbow. His other hand began to pinch my nipples while he slammed into me.

  “I’ll give you harder,” he growled. “You like this don’t you? Getting pounded out in the open. It’s the fear of being discovered, caught taking it like the dirty girl you are.”

  “Yes. Rev. Yes”

  My hands fell down his back and over his rock hard ass. He drove into me like a piston. I savored the feeling of his muscles clenching intensely with every thrust.

  In that moment, nothing else mattered. His strong hand was on my breast, his warm breath on my ear, and his beautiful cock filled me to the brim. It was euphoric. Like a dream come true. Only better.