Full Throttle

by Lizzie Hart Stevens

  “I think I have a pretty good idea now. Drive, Coen, before I change my mind.”

  The tires squeal as he pulls away from my house.

  Coen runs his hand through his hair as he weaves in and out of traffic. We drive for about five minutes or so.

  “It’s not much further, Sweet Cheeks,” he says, shooting me a quick glance and that perfectly sexy smirk. “I hope you haven’t changed your mind, because I don’t know if I can handle sitting here next to you in that delicious fucking dress and those sick as hell Chucks.”

  Coen reaches over and places his hand on my thigh. Keeping his eyes on the road, he slowly slides his big, strong, tattooed hand up the inside of my legs and slips his middle finger under the side of the triangle shaped lace and in between my slick pussy. A soft whimper escapes me. My entire body ignites from his touch.

  “Damn, Lexi, you’re so fucking wet for me. I guess that definitely means you haven’t changed your mind.”

  His finger gently circles my clit, and my heart starts to race. The car suddenly stops, and the warmth of Coen’s hand leaves my body. I open my eyes in time to see him sucking the finger that’s just left me feeling breathless.

  “Stay there.”

  His voice is low and raspy as he turns the car off and gets out. I watch through lust-filled eyes as he walks around to open my door.

  “Last chance to say no, Lex, because once we’re inside that house there’s no turning back. You can stay and let me show you what a real man can do for a woman, unlike that piece of shit I saw earlier tonight, or I will put you up in a hotel so that I know you’re safe.”

  “Coen, just shut up and take me inside or I’m going to get myself off right here on your front seat. After today, I need this. And I’m pretty sure, judging by the tent you’re pitching, that you do, too.”

  That sexy, devilish smirk slowly spreads across his lips and his eyes lock with mine. I reach down to grab my bag and slide out of the car. As soon as I stand up, he has me thrown over his shoulder.

  “Oh my God, Coen! I can walk! Don’t you dare drop me! Holy shit, this is too high off the ground! Coen!” I scream as I’m punching him in the back.

  I don’t do heights, and he is so freaking tall! I think I’m going to have a panic attack.

  “Coen, I’m serious! This isn’t fun… OUCH!”

  Did he seriously just slap my ass?

  “What the hell was that for?” I squeal.

  “If you don’t stop wiggling around you’ll make me drop you, and then I’ll just have to fuck you right here on my front lawn. I don’t think the neighbors want to be woken up by a hot little tattooed redhead screaming my name.”

  He sounds pretty sure of himself; stepping inside the house and setting me back down on my feet.

  I drop my bag, and the second he turns around I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He drops his keys and rubs his hands hard up my back, pulling me closer to him. Licking my neck from my collarbone to my ear, he sends shivers up my entire body. Our eyes lock for a moment, silently reassuring each other that this is what we both want. What we both need. I can’t help but feel he’s hiding something, but right now that doesn’t matter. Right now, I need to feel wanted. I need to feel needed. I need this. Him. Us. Whatever us is.

  He carries me through the dark house. Our only source of light is coming from the streetlights, seeping in through the blinds.

  Coen rests his forehead on mine as he grabs my ass and growls.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lexi.”

  I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as he makes his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Running my hands through his hair, I crush my lips against his and devour him with my kiss. He kisses me back, ravaging my mouth like a starving animal. A soft moan escapes me as he lifts me off him by my waist, sitting me down on the edge of his bed. My dress slides up nearly revealing what’s underneath. I start to cross my legs to try and ease the ache in my throbbing clit, but he places his hand on my knee to stop me.

  “No. Don’t. I can smell how turned on you are, Lex. Now I need to taste you. That tease in the car was nowhere near enough. Lie back and let me take care of you.”

  I do as he says, and he kneels between my legs. He traces the tip of his nose along my inner thigh, placing soft, slow, kisses as he gets closer to my aching pussy. I whisper his name, and his fingertips graze my legs. I need more of him. I can’t handle much more teasing. He looks up at me through lust-filled eyes, and slides his thumbs under the thin pieces of fabric holding up my thong, carefully slipping it and my shoes and socks off my feet in one fluid motion. My body is now exposed to him, vulnerable and ready. Before I can even feel self-conscious about my exposure, I feel the heat of his wet tongue on my clit. One hand slides under my dress, kneading my breast. He uses his index and middle finger from his other hand to spread me open further, giving him better access to delve his tongue inside of my pussy. He swirls, thrusts, and teases me to the edge. I arch my back in pleasure, forcing my breast harder into his hand. I’m about to lose control when he stops. I can feel him smirking against me before he stands up.

  “Coen…”

  The heat from his mouth, gone. The electricity from his touch, gone. The orgasm I damn near reached, gone. I see his shadow move toward the window. There’s just enough light for me to see his face. I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him.

  “Coen, what the hell?”

  He turns around, pulls something out of the dresser and slips it into his pocket. He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor.

  “Patience, Lex. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. At least not tonight.” His voice is deep and gritty.

  I push myself up closer to the head of the bed as he stalks closer, looking like a lion about to devour his next meal. Steady. With determination. Heated. His shoulders roll each time he places his hands on the bed. His scent is driving me wild. The look in his eyes both intimidates me and turns me on. Hovering over me, I can see that not only are his arms and neck covered in gorgeous, brightly colored tattoos, but his chest and stomach are as well. So fucking hot. I swallow hard in anticipation. I’m still so wet from where he had his mouth on me moments ago. I still need more.

  Coen’s nose is almost touching mine. His green eyes sparkle as they catch a hint of light from the window. I’m expecting him to kiss me, but then I feel his hand sliding up my leg and under my dress.

  “I want to see all of you, Lexi.”

  I lift myself up just enough for him to pull my dress over my head, tossing it off the bed. He places his hands on either side of my head while I pull his neck down to my lips. I kiss each one of the tattoos and lick up to his ear, stopping to nibble on it.

  God, his neck is perfect, even better than I imagined.

  He emits a low growl that sends shivers through me, and his mouth crashes onto mine. Coen reaches down between my legs and circles my clit with his fingertip, slowly swirling before thrusting his middle finger into my wet, throbbing pussy. He slides it back out and then back in again, this time adding his ring finger.

  “So fucking tight…”

  He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, “Mmm…and so damn sweet. I can’t wait to feel this slick, tight pussy clenching around my rock-hard cock when I fucking take you,” Coen growls.

  He goes back to kissing me and fucking me with his fingers. His words make me so hot, and I can taste myself on his lips. I can’t help but wish I could taste him, too. My body rocks into his hand as we get into a perfect rhythm. He takes my breast and leans down to suck on my nipple, sending fire through my entire body. Taunting, teasing, nibbling. He curls his fingers up inside of me and hits the perfect spot, and I lose all control. I scream his name, and for a moment the world goes black. My senses are on overload.

  Never in my life have I had such a mind-blowing orgasm. I knew I needed this, but I didn’t know how badly. No one has ever made me feel
this way. It pains me to think this is just a one-time thing, and this entire whirlwind of a day is going to be over soon. I may never see him again. I’m seeing a different side of him right now, and fuck me if it isn’t hot as hell.

  I open my eyes as Coen places a tender kiss on my lips.

  I smile at him as he hovers over me.

  “God, Lex, you’re absolutely breathtaking when you come.”

  He places a soft kiss on my forehead.

  “Well, you’re quite impressive with your hands and mouth, I must say.”

  Reaching down, I start to undo his pants. His eyes ignite with desire.

  “Now let me show you how impressive mine are.”

  I wet my lips and rub his hard cock through his jeans. A low moan escapes from the back of his throat as he rolls over onto his back. I climb over between his legs and grab onto his jeans.

  “Wait a sec.”

  He reaches down and grabs a condom out his pocket, laying it beside him on the bed.

  “We’re going to need that later, because I’m not through with you yet.”

  “Is that so?” I say, tugging off his jeans, tossing them to the floor with the rest of our clothes. To my surprise, he isn’t wearing any underwear.

  “Commando, huh? I pegged you as more of the boxer-brief type.”

  I start kissing his long, sexy neck, and then down his chest and rock hard abs, all the way down his tall, muscular body.

  He hisses and then groans.

  “Mmm, it was laundry day and let’s just say I had more…intriguing things to attend to.”

  He shifts on the bed and gently grips my hair as I take his rock-hard cock into my warm, wet mouth. I suck with just the right amount of pressure and pump him with my hand in a perfect rhythm.

  “Ah, fuck, Lex!” he cries out in pleasure.

  “You keep that up and I’m going to…”

  His voice trails off into growls and hisses and moans. I can feel his body start to tense beneath me, so I stop, pulling him out of my mouth with a pop! Then I flick the tip of my tongue along the head of his cock, licking up the precum, teasing with small sucks as I go.

  “Holy hell, woman. Come here.”

  Coen’s hand grips my hair a little tighter, gently pulling me up to his mouth.

  “I don’t want to come until my cock is buried deep inside of you.”

  He pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss as I swing my leg over to straddle him, the tip of his cock nudging ever so slightly at my opening. I push back, trying to guide him into my pussy, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place. He then slides his hands up the sides of my torso, giving my tits a quick squeeze as his hands continue their journey up to my face. Once his hands reach my cheeks, he gently pulls me away and places his index finger on my swollen lips. I watch as he reaches down beside us to grab the condom. He rips it open with his teeth, discarding the foil onto the floor and then rolls it on.

  “I hope you’re ready for the ride of your life, Sweetness. Hold on tight.”

  It’s a good thing I’m still so wet, because without a second thought he slams into me all the way to the hilt.

  “Ohhh God, Coen,” I moan. “You’re so deep.”

  He grabs my tits, massaging them in a rhythm. He pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers as I slowly guide myself up and down on his rock-hard cock, matching the speed of his movements. My entire body feels so charged with electricity.

  What is this man doing to me?

  My mind is only focused on one thing right now: how fucking amazing it feels to have his gorgeous cock throbbing inside of me. The walls of my pussy are clenching around him like it’s hanging on for dear life. And maybe it is.

  Or I am.

  The rest of the world doesn’t exist right now, and I want it to last as long as possible. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

  Coen reaches down and circles my clit with his middle finger as I ride him harder and faster. My body is on fire. I feel him start to tense underneath me, and I know he’s close. And so am I. My tits bounce as I continuing riding him. He rubs my clit just a little faster, and then suddenly stops to grab me by the hips and thrust himself into me as deep as he can possibly go. He slams into me hard a few more times, and then slows his speed. The adrenaline is racing through my veins faster than his Hellcat, causing my body to fire on all cylinders. I arch my back and brace myself with my hands on his thighs, causing his cock to rub that perfect sweet spot.

  “Fuck!” he growls.

  He gives my clit one more rub, but he barely has to touch me before I’m right there with him in ecstasy. My eyes roll into the back of my head as the pleasure wave takes over. Coen grabs my breasts and pinches my nipples while I ride out my orgasm, and then collapse on top of his chest. I rest my nose into the crook of his neck while I try to catch my breath and regain some of my bearings. We’re both panting and sweaty. Sated. He rubs his hands down my back and grabs my ass.

  “Gotta take care of the condom. Be right back.”

  I lie back on the bed and watch his gorgeous, tall, muscular shadow as he heads out of the bedroom. Right now, in this moment, I feel happy. I feel safe. I don’t know what tomorrow’s going to bring, but right now, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is Patrick is out of my life, and I plan to keep it that way. As for Coen … we’ll see.

  Twelve

  Coen

  What the hell was I thinking?

  I never should have asked Lexi to come over. Yes, I wanted to keep her safe, but I could just as easily have put her up in a hotel room for the night.

  I told her I was coming to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. But truthfully, I needed to get out of that room.

  Her red hair draped all over my pillow.

  Her fucking amazing body spread on my side of the bed.

  Her pussy still wet from everything we just did.

  Her beautiful eyes following me as I left the room.

  Where did this gorgeous woman come from, and why is the universe trying to force us together?

  Well the universe can kiss my ass. I can’t commit to anyone. No matter how bad I want her. Need her. I just…can’t.

  I let my guard down, and I shouldn’t have.

  Fuck!

  I slam my hands down on the bathroom sink. I brace myself there as I stare at the mirror. I’m so pissed at myself for letting her get under my skin. What happens now? If I push her away like all the others, I could be pushing away the best thing that’s ever walked into my life. I’m usually so careful. I’m so used to keeping my heart locked up, but somehow Lexi has found the key. For the first time in a long time, I feel like she’s someone that I want to be with for more than just a one-night stand. Tonight was…amazing. The only thing that could have made it perfect would’ve been taking her out for dinner first and showing her the back seat of my car. After all, the Hellcat hasn’t been christened yet.

  My cock starts to stiffen again at the thought of pounding Lexi in my car, her legs wrapped around my neck. Steaming up the windows. I reach down and splash some cold water on my face. If I go back in there with a hard on, I’ll have an even harder time pushing her away.

  Shit!

  I just remembered Aunt Sarah wants me over there bright and early in the morning. I better go remind Lexi she won’t be able to sleep in. Guess that makes it easier for me to get rid of her.

  Even though part of me really doesn’t want to. I need to.

  I turn the bathroom light off and walk back down the hall to my bedroom. Is she…crying?

  Oh, fuck me. Great.

  I slowly open the door and see her wiping her face, frantically trying to hide the tears.

  “Were you crying, Lexi? Is everything okay?” I ask softly, worried I’ll set her off again.

  “Huh? Me? Crying? No!” she sniffles. “I don’t cry. My eyes were just watering. Allergies.”

  “Sure…okay, Lex. Whatever you say.”

  I slide into bed beside her. I don’t want to make this harde
r than it already is.

  “Hey, uh, listen, Lexi. I know I asked you to stay here tonight and all, but remember I told you my aunt wants me at her place first thing in the morning? We’ll have to get up a little on the early side. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s no problem, Coen. I appreciate you letting me stay tonight. Today was all so unexpected, but I don’t regret a thing. Goodnight.”

  I feel the bed shift and hear the sheets rustling as she rolls over. Now facing me.

  Ah, crap. Here it comes.

  Sure enough, she slips her arm around my waist. Without thinking, I jerk a little. She quickly pulls her arm away.

  “Sorry, I’m used to hugging a pillow or something while I sleep. Habit.”

  I hear the pain in her voice. She did just break up with someone yesterday. Right now, after the day I’ve had, I’m too exhausted to bother putting up a fight.

  “It’s fine, Lex. Sleep however you’re comfortable. Goodnight.”

  I yawn, sticking one arm under my pillow. As I start to drift off to sleep I hear her faintly snoring behind me as her arm creeps back over me. She wiggles herself closer in her sleep. Her hard nipples pressed up against my back and one leg draped over mine.

  Maybe this cuddling thing isn’t so bad after all.

  Images of Lexi from yesterday flash through my mind. Her sitting in the diner, the sunlight catching her hair just right. Her in just her bra at the tattoo studio. Her straddling me in her car, making out with me like her life depended on it. That damn Offspring song blasting from my pocket.

  It gets louder and louder.

  “Coen, your phone! Answer your phone!”

  Lexi is shaking me awake. Without opening my eyes, I blindly reach over to the bedside table and grab my phone. I clear my throat and groggily answer it.

  “Hello?”

  “Are you still asleep, dear? It’s 6:30 in the morning! I told you I needed you here early!”

  Aunt Sarah’s voice is like nails on a chalkboard at the best of times. Even more so when I’m not awake.