Fast Lane: A Turbocharged Romance

by Ada Winter

  “I want…I want you inside of me….” My voice trembles. He strips off his jeans and his boxers fall to the floor with them. He strips the form-fitting black tee off next and there he stands naked to the world.

  Naked for me.

  His cock is immense as it pulses up and down close to his navel. It is thick, long and hard and looks yummy. He brings his cock to my pussy lips and I can tell it’s looking for some attention. Just when I think he’s about to enter me, he pulls back, just giving me the tip and for only a brief second. Then his eyes scan me down low and I know where his focus has taken him. He tongues me down my body from my breasts, skips past my hiked-up skirt, then makes contact again on my inner thighs.

  Lane’s tongue tests my clit and my body shudders and writhes in response. He uses his thumb to rub my clit in an upward motion as his tongue eagerly slides up and down my lips. He darts in and out of my slick channel with expert precision, and I know full well he knows what he’s doing. His tongue flitters fast, then slow, then deep, and I never know what’s coming next. Clutching a pillow and moaning, I knead it with both hands to give me something to do while Lane works his magic tongue.

  I throw a pillow, knocking a lamp over and my hands find Lane’s thick hair. I massage my fingers through his locks in rhythm with his workings. I crane my head forward to watch him eat me out and this turns me on even more. Our eyes meet, but his tongue never stops working me inside and out. Building inside now, my sweet orgasm hangs on the precipice – I’m dangling off the edge – and perhaps sensing he’s brought me to the brink, he pulls away.

  “La...La...Lane...!”

  I can sense he wants control, and am I ever right.

  He sweeps my skirt over my head all in one motion. My nipples are pointed and rock hard. He reaches down, grabs something from his pocket, and I just know it’s a condom. Watching in awe, he slowly and expertly sheathes his humongous cock. Lane wavers there for a moment as I rise to meet him. I feel the tip of his cock entering me, before he quickly buries himself deep inside me.

  Wow.

  I feel half mad as he starts thrusting into me, slowly at first, almost fully withdrawing, and then he pounds me deep and rough. We are two wild beasts going at it, rutting like animals, and there is nothing else. No moon, no sun, no air, nothing.

  Just two beings coming together as one, synchronous and pure. I rise to meet him each time he drives into me, and each time I’m met by his powerful thrusts, pistoning faster and faster.

  I can feel him body, mind and soul as we entwine fully. Getting close, I feel a huge buildup forming deep inside. My mouth is fully open, making incomprehensible sounds that speak to my intense pleasure.

  By his raw animal sounds, I know he is close to release, too. His powerful hands grip onto my hips forcefully as he dives into me again deeply, then almost fully withdraws. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my….”

  I hear a scream. Is it me?

  It is both of us screaming out in ecstasy at precisely the same time. Together. I can feel him spasming inside me as wave after wave of his seed fills the condom. My own sticky juices gush as my body wracks back and forth, as I gasp for breath. We collapse in a heap on the couch, still connected, still bonded, by more than just our bodies. Laying together for what seems like an eternity, he gently strokes my now sweaty, wild hair with the tenderness of a true love.

  I must have drifted off to sleep only to be awakened by his strong arms gently re-positioning me. He has a warm washcloth in his hands and he's wiping me clean.

  In that moment, I feel cared for, safe, and loved, as our eyes connect and we exchange smiles filled with pure happiness and gratitude for one another.

  Chapter 26

  LANE

  “Good morning, angel.” My Celia is laying with the sheets partially obscuring her beautiful body. I can see the side of her breast squished against the pillow and I start to feel some movement downstairs.

  I walk over to her side of the bed with the tray of food and set it down on the nightstand next to her. The morning sunlight streams through the sheers projecting a soft light onto the pale yellow flowers in the vase on the bureau.

  She turns over, taking the sheet with her to cover her supple breasts. I’m slightly disappointed. Then she smiles up at me and my disappointment turns to happiness.

  “Good morning, lover. I see you’ve been busy.” She eyes the eggs, bacon and juice and breathes in their aroma.

  “Anything for you. And besides, you need to get your strength back.”

  She smiles temptingly. “Energy for what?”

  I pat the bed next to her and move in for a long and wet kiss. She likes it. Celia tastes good. Really good.

  “Now, let’s prop you up so you can enjoy your breakfast.” I grab some pillows and make a backstop for her to shimmy up against. She pulls herself up and even though she takes the sheet with her, her nipples poke right through with eager anticipation of what is to come.

  I position the tray on her lap and she moves in for the first bite. “Just what I was craving, hard-boiled eggs, and a thick slice of meat.” Her eyes shift to my package.

  I have grey Polo underwear on, but they are but a thin piece of cotton trying to hold in my raging hard-on. No competition.

  She takes a few more bites and washes it down with cold juice. I watch her throat as she swallows and, if you can believe it, even that motion turns me on.

  I am on her like a bull on a matador wearing red. Eggs and bacon spill to the floor but neither one of us gives a shit. My angel is all wrapped in white as my eyes follow the curves of her body. I remove the sheet impediment and all that is left is sheer nakedness in her most beautiful form.

  Having seen hundreds of naked women, nobody matches my Celia. Her skin is so smooth and silky, my tongue and fingertips nearly devour her whole. My kisses make their way down to her honey-hole and I frantically dart my tongue in and out of her channel to taste all of her.

  Quite by accident － or perhaps my subconscious intervened － my cock is within striking distance of her willing mouth. I look back and see her mouth agape as it moves in and swallows me whole. We are in full 69 position as our mutual excitement ignites and overflows.

  Mother fucker that feels good.

  Her tongue swirls around my cock so tightly that I think she will never let go. Her head bobs up and down and I think I might explode within the first thirty seconds. Hang in there, cowboy. You’ve never been one to blow your load in under a minute. My entire focus shifts to her sweet-tasting pussy. I move my mouth away for the slightest moment and can see her swollen lips beckoning as they spread open for me.

  Holy fuck.

  I decide she is ready for my dipsy-doodle move, which I won’t reveal here. She would have screamed out loud if not for the huge piece of meat she had deep in her throat. My meat. It is muffled as I feel it vibrating through my pelvis. Fucking awesome.

  She was sucking furiously now, like a caged animal feeding for the first time in months. This animal was my sweet Celia and we were each dishing out all that the other could handle. When she intensifies her motions, my tongue starts darting in and out faster and faster. I add a few fingers into the mix, and she bucks like a wild bronco, never letting go of my cock regardless of her full-body movements.

  All right, Lane. You can let her have it at any time. I can feel my nut sack tightening up and I know it is only a matter of time before I blow a load that would make the Mount Vesuvius eruption seem minor. Celia let loose first. Her whole body goes rigid as she grasps on to my cock with both hands. With her sweet juices spilling all over my chin and lips, I feel like I was tasting her essence. All the while, she never stops stroking my cock.

  Mother fuck me this feels good.

  As her orgasm wracks her body, she takes me in her sweet mouth and concentrates her tongue right on the tip in a circular motion that makes my eyeballs roll back into my head. This won’t last long.

  My cock is throbb
ing now, and I swear it has its own heart and pulse. I grasp tightly onto her thighs and reach my hands around to cup her wonderful ass. I explode into her and she takes it all in. Up to this point in my life, I have never felt anything so incredibly pure and good. Wave after wave shoots through me, and when it is over, my Celia adjusts her body to mine, backs her ass into me, grabs my arm and wraps it tightly around her shoulders.

  We lay that way for a long while. No words. I hear her muffled cry and wipe her tears away knowing full well they are tears of happiness. I kiss her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears, and stroke her hair with my free hand.

  Chapter 27

  CELIA

  After we clean up － which includes a fun and mischief-filled shower together － we decide to go for a ride on Lane’s Harley. Lane had thought ahead and brought an extra helmet with him. I tuck my hair up into it and eagerly hop onto the back. The bike rumbles to life and I love the vibration coursing through my body.

  Lane turns back to look at me. “Hold on tight.” We are off down the dusty drive leading away from my small cottage, and I keep my face tucked in his back to avoid the dust. Soon enough we are on the main road and a mixture of picturesque farmhouses, old capes and log cabins blur past us as we ride. We worked out that I would tap his thigh on the left or right side to indicate the next turn. It’s better than trying to yell over the roar of the Harley’s coarse engine.

  The ride is perfect. I take us on a windy road rising up on the bluffs above the bay. I know a pull-off spot down to the left that will lead us to an inlet bordering on a small cove. I tap his leg hard, he gets the cue and pulls down a small winding path that is almost too small for his bike. At least it's smooth and he doesn’t seem to mind.

  He pulls to a stop and cuts the engine. I will miss the vibration of the motor between my legs, but it feels good to stretch and walk around a bit. Lane grabs hold of my hand, and we walk down a small trail leading to some flat rocks overlooking the water.

  It’s beautiful. The sun is high in the sky, and I am thankful for my sunglasses. Lane pulls out his Oakley’s and I doubt whether he can look any cooler in my mind.

  “You bring all the guys here, or am I the first?”

  I laugh. “What guys would those be?”

  He shifts one of his arms so that it circles around me, and he leans back on the other, his feet and legs outstretched in front of us. Seagulls circle overhead, and I’m reminded how the smell of the ocean always seems to relax me.

  “I guess I don’t want to hear about you and other guys…. I couldn’t stand the thought.” A quick look of regret passes over his face, perhaps because he knows I am wary of his past with other women, so he quickly changes the subject.

  Lane removes his sunglasses and looks me straight in the eye. “You make me happy, Celia. I mean that. I’m not just talking about the sex. It’s all of it. All of you.”

  “You make me happy, too.” I smile. “I feel like we got to see so much of each other lately…I mean…you know what I mean.” I blush a bit, and he chuckles. “I’m curious, though. Who is the real Lane?”

  He ponders a moment and then says, “What is it you want to know about me? Ask me anything.”

  “Let’s start with what you do when you’re not getting naked with me.”

  He laughs.

  “Seriously, tell me why you started the youth center.”

  “Why? Oh...I don’t know.”

  He thinks harder on it and I can see his brows knitting together with a wrinkle between them that pokes over the top of his sunglasses.

  “I guess I wished there had been something like it for me when I was a kid. I wasn’t a disadvantaged child, but my dad was not the greatest. I would have gone to a place like the center if it had been available. A place to go when my home was not a good place to be.”

  I can see the pain in Lane’s face. I also see some pride. He continues. “I’m just doing my part. The look on a child’s face when you protect them from something bad happening in their world is priceless. It’s a big sigh of relief for them, and it gives them a break from things. It’s special.”

  “You did it, Lane. What you do really means something. It’s a gift.”

  He changes the subject and pokes his finger lightly, touching the tip of my nose. “Celia, I love to see you happy. Do you know your nose crunches up and your eyes sparkle when you smile?”

  I grin up at him as he continues.

  “How is Lucky adjusting to his new home?”

  “As well as can be expected.”

  “So, what if I wanted to ride in Acadia. Could you give me a personal lesson?”

  “What kind of personal lesson, cowboy?” Playful tone now.

  “Well, I haven’t ridden a horse in quite some time, and I think I may need a lesson. You’ll need to be gentle with me, of course. I have a fragile ego, you know.”

  “I doubt you need a lesson from me, Lane. I have a feeling you’re one of those guys who could be good at anything you put your mind, too.”

  “Well, I’m pretty good at this.” He moves in closer to me and tilts his head, looking me in the eyes the entire time. We kiss long and hard and I can’t believe I found this much happiness in a matter of a few days. I stop and pull away.

  “Where do you see us going with this?” I blurt it out without thinking, as I have a tendency to do. He pauses for a long moment and I don’t judge his pause. I know it is a tough question and I was putting him on the spot.

  “I didn’t mean to put you on the hot seat.” I blush. “I just...I need to know in your own words.”

  He is laying over me now. Staring deeply into my eyes, he says, “I see you and I going all the way, and I’m not just talking about sex.”

  Lane is sincere. He means it. Maybe there is something around the corner for us. I silently hope he is right.

  My heart jumps at this words. I smile and give him a hug, my hand moves to his face and I gingerly kiss him. “Can you give me a ride home, lover? I need to get to work.”

  Chapter 28

  LANE

  Celia had to go in to work at noon and told me to make myself at home. So I did. I scrounged through the refrigerator for something to eat and found some eggs, milk, sausage, peppers, and cheese to whip myself up an omelet. I had become really good at cooking breakfast for my many lady guests over the years. You can’t just give a woman a bowl of Fruity Pebbles and send her on her way. So, I always made it a point to cook a hearty breakfast and omelets were one of my specialties.

  As I cook breakfast, I also make myself a pot of strong coffee. I have an idea brewing in my head, and I know I will need to have energy and be alert if I want it to work. The omelet is delicious, and I gulp down a few large cups of java before relaxing on the couch for a bit. Bored now, I start looking at Celia’s bookshelf.

  My father sucked when it came to parenting or being a good husband, but he did teach me a lot along the way. One thing he said to me is you can learn a lot about a person by looking at their bookshelf. It does make sense. People only read about stuff they need to learn or stuff they’re interested in. Either way the patterns could be telling.

  A Native American Guide to Animal Totems. That’s interesting. I flip through the pages and read a bit about a few of the animals and make a mental note to pick it up another time.

  No Child Left in the Woods. I had heard about that one. It’s about how raising kids out in nature can benefit their growth and development because nature is the greatest teaching tool. Free play in nature shows them how to build confidence by testing their limits.

  My finger traces along the spines as I search for anything that catches my eye.

  A Woman’s Guide to Dealing with Grief. Hmmm, another guide. She’s into guides. So what? There are more books just like this one. Celia must have lost someone in her life and needed some help in dealing with the pain.

  Okay, so Celia is big-time into nature and she’s had to deal with grief be
fore.

  The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. That’s cool. I like it when people read books about improving in life, and that’s one of the best out there on the subject.

  Alex and Emma’s Long Weekend. Let’s see. There’s a Fabio-looking guy on the cover who is making out with a redhead and just one step away from ripping off her clothes and doing her right on the sandy beach. There’s a whole romance section here. All right, that tells me something. Celia is a hopeless romantic and she likes to read some smut for entertainment. That woman on the cover looks an awful lot like her. I wonder whether she’s gotten off to this.

  I am starting to feel a little creepy now. It’s not like I am going through drawers or anything, but still, it just feels weird. Besides, I have an idea. I go through the plan in my head and it turns into more of an erotic fantasy than a plan. So my plan is in fact an erotic fantasy with Celia and there is no time like the present to put it into place.

  Chapter 29

  LANE

  The ride over to the Wildwood Stables took me just a few minutes. It was well-marked so I had no trouble finding it. We hadn’t passed by here during our morning ride. Not feeling certain whether or not it was okay to show up at her job, I acted like a tourist and walked around.

  Then I see her. There, just beyond a fence and brushing down a horse, is my Celia. Her hair isn’t tied back in its usual ponytail, the breeze whipping it wildly about, free-flowing around her face, and she looks absolutely beautiful. I can see her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight, and she is wearing a straw cowboy hat with a Native American pattern hand-sewn band.

  Her tight ass-fitting jeans with their flare cut and cowboy boots give me an award-winning stiffy. I must have had some childhood fantasy about doing it with a cowgirl. Celia’s jean shirt is buttoned down just far enough for me to catch a glimpse of her cleavage, and I know those beautiful round, smooth breasts are hidden just below the surface.