Driven: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants #12)

by Flora Ferrari

  I pushed her against the wall, my hand behind her serving as a buffer between her body and the wall, and allowing me to feel her even more.

  “I want this,” she said.

  “I want it too,” I said. “And I’m going to show you just how much right now.”

  I ran my hand along her neck and around to the back of her head. I looked at her one last time, one last time as two separate people. It was time to become one. I guided her head towards mine and kissed her gently at first, treating her like the princess she was. Her lips were so soft, and plump. I started kissing her more deeply, her mouth opening just ever so slightly revealing the hint of France’s finest vineyards on her breath.

  She had on a light, summery perfume that accentuated her sweetness and simple beauty, a kind of beauty I’d never seen before. High society girls love nothing more than to dress up, put on makeup and jewels, and parade themselves around. A charade if you will. Not this girl. She was like me, someone who could get down and dirty. Someone who had things to do during the day and was willing to put in the elbow grease to realize her dreams.

  Where had this girl been my entire life?

  Right under my nose, but I hadn’t had the sense to know it. I had been off chasing anything and everything under the sun. Models, actresses, celebrities, socialites…I had a track record for sure, but never with a girl as special as this.

  She was totally unlike those bored high society girls who are constantly hunting men like me for a trophy on their wall. She was letting me take the lead. Finally a girl who set the male female dynamic back in place for me, allowing me to chase. And chase I would, because we were the perfect match.

  She was an up and coming superstar in our sport, whether she knew it or not. Just the endorsement deals she would garner as a women would more than set her up for life, but they wouldn’t be endorsements just to attract the fairer species to our sport…not at all. This girl would earn every penny she made on my team and from the corporate sponsors. I’d make sure of it, because she could take it when I pushed her beyond the limits she thought possible for her own abilities. I knew that we both wanted her to be the best she could be. Sometimes she might hate me, but in the end she’d appreciate how much I challenged her and most importantly how she fought to meet and exceed those challenges. I’d be fair, but I’d be hard.

  And right now I was a different kind of hard, as in hard as a rock. My dick is accustomed to getting what he wants, and he wants her without question, but more importantly it’s not just my dick that is doing the wanting this time. This is the first time I can remember wanting a girl for more than just her looks, and more than just for the short term. My dick wants her for sure, but so does my mind and my soul. That which makes me go, also makes her go. We’re focused on the same things, and right now I’m focused on winning…Sunday the race, but tonight I only want to win her.

  And I will. I’m older and more experienced and can show her things about life in addition to racing. It’s time for the first lesson.

  I continued pressing her lips into mine while my hand slid down the length of her curves. As I reached her midsection, my hand turned sliding backwards over the small of her back then pulling her body close to mine, as my hand drifted even lower grabbing her juicy ass.

  As our faces twisted in turned in a competition to devour the other, my wandering hand found the bottom of her skirt and lifted it to reveal her panties.

  I cocked my hand back and brought it down hard on her ass. The goose bumps, which had formed due to the breeze in the room, were quickly replaced with the heat from my touch.

  I slid my hand forward and down the inside of her panties, stalling for just a moment to rub the lace between my index finger and thumb before wrapping my hand around her bare ass and then in-between her legs finding her folds.

  She was so wet my finger slid right in. Her mouth opened, and as an exhale escaped I pulled my face from hers and brought up my drenched finger resting it just short of her lower lip.

  Her eyes opened taking in the sight.

  “Come and get it,” I said, as she leaned in and puckered her mouth as her lips engulfed my finger covered in her juices.

  “My turn,” I said, returning my finger to her inner thigh, but from the front this time, before parting her panties and entering her with two fingers. Her teeth clenched and I felt her breath escape her nose and warm my chest through the thin white fabric of my shirt.

  I pulled my hand up to my mouth.

  “You want to see the effect you have on me?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  I ran the two fingers down across the outside of my lips before curling my fingers at the joint and sliding them into my mouth and against my tongue. I pressed down, ensuring her juices were buried deep in my mouth and in my memory, before moving my fingers to the tip of my tongue and then underneath.

  “I’m experiencing you with all my taste buds. You taste better than a fine wine, champagne, and everything I’ve ever enjoyed in my life that I’ve tasted. I can taste the salt from your sweat, the inside of you that is beyond compare and drives me wild with desire, but you know what the best part is?”

  “No,” she whimpered.

  “The sweetness of your pussy.”

  And was it ever fucking true. I had made sure to run the outside of my fingers along her mound, catching the salt while the tips dove inside her sweet cavern. This girl tasted better than the finest desert cart in France, and I was ready to order the entire menu for myself.

  CHAPTER 9

  Erica

  G age always moved in such an unhurried and elegant way, and the way he touched me was no exception.

  His hand traced the outline of my body before cupping my ass just long enough to lift me from the ground. The strength in his fingers, hands, and arms lifting me with such ease, making me feel as light as a feather and completely feminine. I saw the fire in his eyes. They were burning, full of pure masculine desire and I knew he was going to make me feel more like a woman than I ever had before.

  He carried me through the main room and into the bedroom…but he didn’t stop.

  I heard a kick and the patio doors opened and a light breeze greeted the side of my body, and my exposed ass.

  I looked sideways and all I could see was the sea for miles. He had the corner unit, with complete privacy. There wasn’t even a boat in sight and if they had binoculars that wouldn’t have caught anything as it was already too dark. My body would be his and his only, and not just tonight. Once he took me for his the realization of being with my perfect man would consume me forever.

  He lowered me to my feet and spun me around, lifting up my dress even further.

  “Now that’s an ass!”

  “It’s too big,” I said.

  “Nonsense! Are you kidding me? I want nothing more to get lost in it for weeks at a time only to resurface for a hard spanking before losing myself in it all over again. It’s perfect.”

  Right on cue his hand came down hard on my flesh, grabbing a cheek forcefully as I watched him inhale through gritted teeth.

  “Fuck, I am going to own that, but first,” he said as he spun me back around and planted another firm kiss on my lips as he grabbed my ass, but with two hands this time.

  He lifted me from the ground and carried me to a chaise lounge chair laying me down softly on my back.

  “Put your leg up on the back,” he said.

  Feeling confident of how I looked thanks to his words and the way he looked at me, I threw my leg up horizontally along the back offering him a direct view of my panties.

  “Other foot on the floor,” he said, his voice deep and demanding.

  His voice was so masculine and so gravely I had no choice but to fall right in line, but if I had it would have been my choice as well. Spreading my legs for him turned him on so much and made me feel so powerful. Here I was, just a twenty year old girl reducing this thirty-seven year old man with all the money, power, and women the richest spo
rt in the world could provide to a primal, hungry alpha wolf wanting nothing more than to feed on me. The sight of me was melting him, and still he wanted more.

  His eyes narrowed as his glances darted between my panties and my eyes. He would stare at my mound and then take in my expression. I couldn’t tell which turned him on more.

  “Slowly, trace the outline of your panties with your fingers,” he said.

  I ran my hand along my side and down to my panty line, tracing the v-shape just as he said, before slowly sliding my hand underneath the fabric.

  “Ut, ut, uh…slowly I said.”

  I removed my hand from my panties, both disappointed and turned on from the anticipation of not quite being able to touch myself.

  “Along your folds,” he said.

  I pressed down along my folds, running my hand vertically and instantly noticed how drenched I was. My white panties surely transparent by this point.

  “Rub your clit through your panties,” he said.

  I pushed down with my index and middle finger and started rubbing in circles just like I had last week to a picture of him I downloaded from the internet, but this time I wasn’t in my tiny bedroom at my dad’s house, I was high in the sky, overlooking the bay in Monaco…and he wasn’t a picture, he was real and he was enjoying every second of it.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Which do you like more, touching yourself or seeing what you’re doing to me?”

  I paused from the sensation my clit was receiving before finally saying, “both.”

  “You don’t sound sure.”

  “I like them both, and together it’s just too much and not enough at the same time.”

  “Not enough?”

  “No. I want you to do it, so I can feel you. So I can taste you like you tasted me. So I can touch you like you touched me.”

  “Ladies first,” he said.

  “Such a gentleman,” I said feeling the pain in my stomach from not getting what I wanted, and what I wanted was obvious. His cock was rock hard and pointing upwards, the tip close to where I guess his belly button would be. It had broken free of his underwear and was only covered by his thin shirt, which hugged its length and girth giving me a perfectly tantalizing view of exactly what I wanted.

  He took a step towards me and placed his palms down on the chair next to either side of my body. He hovered over the top of me, dominating me with his size and positioning. He slid his body forward, his skin just inches from mine before slowly pulling back, his face directly above mine. He paused there, just looking at me. There was no kiss, no sudden movements, only stillness.

  “And now, I will not be a gentleman, at all,” he said, pushing his palms down moving his body backward with his head directly above my panties. He stared at my pussy before grabbing my panties by the sides and pulling towards him. My legs came together and up as he slid my panties off and threw them behind me. With an ankle in each hand he opened my legs and took in the sight at my glistening pussy, wet for him.

  He looked up at me and smirked. God he was so sexy, and even somehow sexier when he did that.

  He lifted his body from the chair, and suddenly fulfilled his promise of not being a gentleman.

  He grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to the side of the chair. He went to his knees as his fingers came together, spreading my labia wide open forming a cavern into which he buried his tongue.

  My body shook as he flattened his tongue, running it straight up my crease before curling his tongue and running the firm tip back down towards my ass.

  My fingernails clawed at the fabric of the chair as my back arched and my head leaned back. I lost control of my left arm, as it spasmed as he painted my pussy like it was the Mona Lisa. His tongue was the brush imparting its will…flat strokes, angled strokes, fast strokes, slow deliberate strokes and short staccato flickers deep inside.

  He pulled my bead into his mouth and twisted it around with his tongue before releasing it sending it snapping back into place only to be scooped back up again and teased and rolled around inside his warm mouth before releasing it and then slowly blowing his breath across it.

  His left hand came up and grabbed my shirt, taking a handful of my breast while his other hand continued to spread me wide.

  I gasped as I felt a finger enter me, pressing down sending a sensation through me before it pulled back as slowly as the sun sets across the sea only to reenter with a second finger this time sending a wave crashing down on him.

  “I’m cumming!” I screamed as my hips bucked and twitched and my juices flowed only to be swallowed up by his tongue like I was the finest and most expensive wine in the world and he wasn’t going to spill a single drop.

  My body wouldn’t stop shaking until finally he was on top of me staring down at me before kissing me on the mouth as he ran one hand through my hair as two fingers on the other continued to slide in and out of me.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I said.

  “You want me to…or you need me to?”

  “I need you to,” I said.

  “Show me that you need me to,” he said.

  I lunged forward, throwing myself at him pressing my tits against him as we sat facing each other face fucking with our tongues.

  I reached for his buckle and then grasped for his cock. I couldn’t have missed it if I tried. It was huge, longer than my hand and firmer than the wheel guns I wield in the garage, and now I was going to make it shutter like one too. I wanted nothing more than to milk it with my pussy, but first I had to taste him.

  I took his belt in both hands, fumbling with it before finally getting the buckle undone.

  I frantically reached for his cock pulling it from his pants, when suddenly I heard a quick staccato burst from the doorbell. I ignored it as he got up, standing next to the chair allowing me direct access to his dick.

  I grabbed the side of his pants and yanked them down. I could feel my eyes bulging at the sight of his enormous cock. I grabbed it with both hands and stroked it. I looked up at him as I laid the tip of his prick on the tip of my outstretched tongue.

  The doorbell rang again, this time in two short bursts.

  “Ignore it,” he said, as his hands raised and his fingers ran across the back of his scalp.

  I licked a complete circle around the circumference of the head of his cock.

  The doorbell rang again, this time three rings followed by a pound.

  “Gage, I know you’re in there. Come out. You have to give a speech. The Prince of Monaco and his wife are waiting.”

  CHAPTER 10

  Gage

  I laid in my bed and stared out the balcony. Only a few hours earlier I had been seconds away from entering the only girl I wanted. So close, yet so far away.

  Fortunately I’d been able to slide out with her dad, but did he know she was just inside waiting for us to leave? Just giving us a few minutes head start before she ducked out herself? Either way, damn that was close.

  Later today qualification begins. It’s the first time I’ve ever not been able to sleep the night, or morning in this case, before qualifying. The critics are blaming my age saying I’m a step slower. They’re saying I haven’t adapted to technology like my younger counterparts have. And of course they say I can’t keep my eyes off all the women and onto the task at hand.

  The last point is where they’d be right, but only half right. I’m not worried about qualifying tomorrow…that’s not it at all. What is on my mind isn’t women, but one woman.

  Her.

  The only girl I can’t keep my eyes off of. The one my hands long to touch and my mouth longs to taste. After tasting her sweet pussy I can’t wait to put my mouth on every single inch of her body. It’s just one of the ways I’m going to claim her, and let her know I’m playing for keeps. Yeah, I’ve got a reputation, but those days are over. They say you know when you’ve met the one, and as cheesy as that always sounded, now I know there’s one hu
ndred percent truth to it. Now I know exactly what that clichéd lined means, and exactly why it is anything but a cliché.

  I considered masturbating to the thought of her when I got back to my room tonight, but there’s no way I’m going to accept a substitute for the real thing, especially not after I was so damn close to getting her. Next time there won’t be any interruptions. I’ll fly her someplace special and make our first time the most memorable of her life, and mine too.

  I sit up in the bed as I hear a pitter patter on the railing outside. “What the heck?”

  I step outside and notice it’s just starting to rain. I grab a glass of water and watch the rain come down through the moonlight over the sea. It’s romantic and tragic at the same time. Tragic that she’s not here to enjoy it with me. To bask in the afterglow of the sexual escapades I have planned for her and getting recharged from the smell of that rain just in time to explore each other all over again.