Full Throttle

by Lizzie Hart Stevens

  “Right…” Brea says, drawing out the word as if she doesn’t believe me. “Well, I suppose I’ll get going then, now that I see Lex is taken care of and in safe hands.” She hugs Lex and turns to head out the door.

  “Text me tomorrow, Lex.”

  “I will, Brea.”

  “And Coen,” Brea says before closing the door behind her, “if you break her heart, you’ll have me to deal with. And you don’t want that, mister!”

  “Ha! Is she always such a handful?” I ask, after Brea leaves.

  Lexi sighs and then giggles. “Yes, but she means well.” She smiles.

  I walk over to her slowly until our lips are almost touching. I want so badly to take her here right now against the living room wall, but I promised her a day out to get her mind off things.

  Her breath hitches as I gently tilt her chin up with the very tip of my finger. I just need one small taste. Without hesitation I suck her delicious bottom lip in between mine and nip it with my teeth. She whimpers, and I groan as I slip my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues dance in a perfect rhythm. My libido takes over and I run my hand under her shirt and bra and tease her nipple between my thumb and index finger.

  We’re both getting lost in the moment when I remember why we’re standing here near the door in the first place. This chick could make me forget my own damn name. I keep getting lost in her so easily, and I never want to be found. As much as I want to continue this, I gently pull my hand out of her shirt, break our kiss, and rest my forehead against hers. We’re both panting. She was just as into it as I was.

  “Why did you stop?”

  I place a kiss on the top of her head and grab my keys out of my pocket.

  “Don’t worry, Sweet Cheeks, I always finish what I start.” I smirk. “But I promised you a day out.”

  Lexi looks at me a bit disappointed, but she seems excited to find out where I’m taking her.

  ***

  The car ride has been quiet until “Country Grammar” by Nelly comes on the radio. Lexi reaches over, cranks up the volume and raps right along with him word for word, dancing in her seat like I’m not even in the car. We pull into the parking lot, and I park the car just as the song is ending. She looks a little embarrassed when she realizes I’ve been watching her out of the corner of my eye and smiling the whole time.

  “I take it you’re a Nelly fan?” I smile and bite my lip to stifle my laugh. Not because it was funny, but because she’s just so fucking cute.

  She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and blushes as she shrugs her shoulders.

  “A little, I guess. He was really popular when Brea and I were in high school, and we used to listen to a few of his songs on repeat to memorize the words.” Lexi giggles.

  “Well I’m impressed. Here I thought you were all into the ’80s hair bands and heavy metal,” I say, remembering back to when she was belting out Mötley Crüe while cleaning out her car a couple days ago when I was at Derek’s.

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet, Stalker Boy.” She winks. “I listen to just about anything from Elvis to Nelly to Kenny Chesney. It just depends on my mood.”

  Fuck me, I love it when she gets sassy.

  “You just get cuter by the fucking second, you know that?” I lean over and give her a quick kiss on the side of her head. “We’re here.”

  We get out of the car, and I shut Lexi’s door.

  “You brought me to your work?” she asks, looking at me like I’m crazy because I brought her to the track.

  “Yes, but I think you’ll like why.” I grab her hand and our fingers intertwine as we walk up to the gate. Charlie is there switching the bags out of the garbage cans. “Hey, Charlie. You keeping everyone in line?” I joke.

  “You know it, Boss,” he assures me with a smile. “Who’s this little lady?”

  “Charlie, this is Lexi. Lexi, meet Charlie, he’s the main man who keeps things spotless around here for me.”

  They shake hands.

  “Nice to meet you, Charlie.”

  “Likewise, Miss Lexi.” Charlie kisses the top of her hand.

  “Easy there, Casanova,” I tease, “don’t be tryin’ to steal my girl now.”

  They both laugh and we head inside the gates.

  “Catch ya later, Boss!” Charlie shouts, and I wave in acknowledgment.

  “‘Your girl,’ huh?” Lexi asks teasingly.

  “You’re not?” I tease back.

  “Yeah, I suppose I am, since you rescued me and all.” She smiles.

  When we make our way over to the pits there are about thirty different Mustangs lined up, ranging anywhere from a 1968 Fastback to a 2014 Shelby GT500 like Lexi’s. They’re all here for the local annual Mustang Club Car Show. I usually only come in to help oversee things for actual race nights, but when I looked at the schedule and remembered the Mustang show was today, I knew I had to bring Lexi.

  Her brown eyes light up like she’s a kid seeing all her gifts on Christmas morning.

  “Holy shit, Coen! This is bad ass. Are they racing?” She sounds hopeful.

  “No, babe, just a show and shine. But I thought you’d love to come check it out for a few minutes.”

  She throws her arms around me in a quick hug.

  “I’m so glad you brought me!” she exclaims. “I had no idea there was a local club just for Mustang owners. This is great!”

  “I’m glad you’re happy.” I smile. “We have a half-hour private showing until Charlie opens the gates to let the public in, and then I’m having some of you for lunch.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

  Lexi playfully slaps me on the arm.

  “I thought you said you were going to behave yourself,” she whispers as we walk slowly down the path between the cars, appreciating each one as we pass. The owners really put a lot of time into making sure they are absolutely sparkling clean. You could probably eat off the engines.

  “I’m doing my best to behave, Sweet Cheeks, but I’m finding it hard to convince my dick to do the same. If my dick had its way, I’d take you right now on the hood of that green 2002 Cobra.” I point, talking just loud enough for Lexi to hear me.

  “Well if all these other guys weren’t here, I’d probably let you,” she taunts jovially.

  We continue walking around the pit area, chatting with a few of the car owners along the way. Lexi is like a little kid in a toy store, pointing out all of the modifications that she’d like to do to her own Mustang someday. Seeing how happy she is in this moment warms my heart.

  She seems to have put the hell she went through last night into the back of her mind, if only for this moment, and I’m so thankful for that.

  “You know what?” She clasps her hand into mine. “I think I want scissor doors on my car now.”

  I chuckle. I just can’t get enough of her excitement right now.

  “Really, Sweet Cheeks?” I give her a quizzical look. “Scissor doors are kind of a Lamborghini thing.”

  She stops walking and looks up at me with a glare and raises an eyebrow, dropping her hand from mine.

  Pointing off to our left, she says, “Well that Cobra over there has them. I dare you to go tell its owner that.”

  She crosses her arms and shifts her weight to one hip.

  God it turns me on when she gets sassy.

  I shake my head and grin. “Lex, I was kidding. I just wanted to see if I could get a little rise out of you.” I laugh as she playfully slugs me in the arm again.

  Without warning, I grab her by the ass and pick her up. She quickly throws her arms around my neck to hang on.

  “Coen! What are you doing? I’m not a child, put me down,” she shouts as I carry her back out to my car. Thank goodness Charlie is nowhere around because I’m not stopping to chat right now. I’ve tried to hold back all morning but fuck if I don’t want Lexi bad right now. She’s made it clear she wants me just as much.

  “Believe me, Sweet Cheeks, I definitely know you aren’t a child.”


  Once I make it over to where the Hellcat is parked, I set Lexi down on her feet and turn her so that she’s facing the car. I slip my hand down the front of her shorts and find that she’s already wet for me, and I growl in her ear.

  “I can’t hold back any longer, Lex.” I circle her clit with my middle finger. “If you want me to stop, you better tell me now because once I get started this is going to be hard and fast.” I suck on her earlobe and trail kisses down her neck and she moans.

  “Fuck, that moan makes me even harder. I need an answer, Lex. Tell me what you want.” I slide my finger into her pussy and her ass rubs hard against my throbbing cock.

  “Fuck me, Coen,” she says, almost breathless. “Hurry before we get caught.”

  That’s all it takes. My cock is straining so hard against my jeans it hurts. I look around quickly to make sure we’re alone. Not that it would stop me right now. I lift Lexi’s shirt and bra up so that her tits press against the cool glass of the window. The perks of my parking spot being under the shade tree in the corner of the lot.

  Her breath hitches in shock at the cold touch against her warm, and now hard, pink nipples.

  I slip my finger out of her wet pussy and stick it in her mouth to suck me clean. She does so without hesitation.

  “Mmm, Lex, you dirty girl. Do you like to taste what I do to you?”

  She moans as she sucks my finger harder to answer my question.

  Damn.

  I unzip her shorts and let them fall to the ground. She spreads her legs and rubs her ass against my cock, begging for me to give her what she wants.

  Fuck!

  I forgot my condoms are in the glove box. I can’t stop now and leave her out in the open like this to run around to the other side of the car to grab one.

  “Lex, are you on the pill?” I ask as I continue kissing her neck and running my hands up her stomach. I stop to grab her breasts and give her nipples a pinch.

  “Oh God, Coen, yes,” she cries out in a shouty whisper, “yes I’m on the pill. Fuck me, now, please!” she begs.

  “Damn it’s hot when you beg,” I growl in her ear. “You better hold on tight, Sweet Cheeks, because I can’t hold back right now.”

  I unzip my jeans and let them fall to my ankles. I don’t give a fuck if anyone walks past right now. I grab Lexi’s waist and bend her so she’s at the exact angle I need her in. I rub the tip of my hard cock teasingly against her pussy.

  “So fucking wet and ready for me.”

  “Mmm.”

  I slowly slide in just the head and lean down to lick Lexi’s neck in one fluid motion from her collarbone to her ear, giving it a little suck and flick of my tongue.

  “Oh, Coen…”

  Her sigh sends me over the edge and I can’t hold back anymore. I slam into her once, all the way to the hilt, and hold her there. Her slick, tight, pussy pulsing around my rock hard cock feels so fucking good flesh on flesh.

  “So perfect…” I pant. “You ready?”

  “God, yes!”

  I reach around her, gripping her right tit in my left hand to hold her steady. She braces herself against the car as I start thrusting in and out of her, fast and hard. Using my other hand I reach around and rub her clit. I’m pumping in and out harder and faster. Damn, she feels so good.

  “I’m not going to last much longer, Lex.” I kiss her neck.

  “I’m so…close…”

  I give her nipple a slight pinch as I continue my rhythm, and it’s enough to send her over the edge.

  “Coen!” she cries out in ecstasy.

  My name leaving her lips in that way causes my balls to tighten as I thrust hard one more time. I grip her hips tight to steady myself and I come undone. Sex has never felt like this with anyone else. With Lexi there are sparks and goose bumps and fire and passion. With Lexi I feel like I’m home. Like she is home. Maybe it’s because our relationship is brand new. I don’t know. But what I do know is that I don’t want to lose this feeling, or her. I gently pull out and tuck myself away.

  When I look up, Lexi has just finished cleaning herself up with her panties. She folds them up and stuffs them in the back pocket of my jeans before putting her shorts back on.

  “You can keep those.” She grins. “Where are we off to for lunch? I’m starving.”

  How did I get so fucking lucky? She’s like a female version of me, and call me crazy, but it’s hot as hell.

  “You are one kinky little minx, aren’t you?” I shake my head and smirk. “I’m going to hang these on my rear view mirror for my next race,” I tease. “The smell of our sex can be my new air freshener.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

  As we both hop in the car, Lexi looks at me in shock.

  “Oh my God, Coen. Derek cleans your car, give them back! He doesn’t need to be seeing my underwear.”

  She starts to climb over me to pry them out of my pocket.

  “I’m kidding, dirty girl, sit down.” I laugh. She glares at me before giving me a quick kiss and sits down to put her seatbelt on.

  “I think I want pizza, or did you have something planned?” Lexi asks while she’s flipping through the radio stations.

  “Whatever you want is fine with me, Sweet Cheeks. Pizza it is.”

  I pull out of the parking lot and head down the highway. My girl sitting beside me, smelling like sex, and singing “American Kids” by Kenny Chesney. Country is definitely not my cup of tea, but it’s worth dealing with it to watch and hear her. I’m falling hard and fast for this one and it’s scary. Especially since I’m not sure if she’s as deep into me as I am her. Maybe after a few days of this she’ll be sick of me and move on.

  I can’t think about that right now. I promised her a great day, and I’m going to give it to her.

  She continues to sing as she rests her hand on my thigh and gazes out the window. The trees are nothing but a green blur as I press harder on the accelerator. I’m pretty fucking hungry, too. Pizza sounds pretty perfect right about now.

  Six

  Lexi

  I’m about three slices of pizza in and I’m starting to get stuffed. Coen has put away half of a large pizza. Wow, this man can eat. This morning has been absolutely amazing. Some girls would rather their boyfriend take them shopping and carry around their bags all day while they spend too much money on purses and shoes that will be collecting dust in their closets a month later.

  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a new pair of shoes once and a while, but I’d much rather spend the day around cars and being outside. Having a sexy man that can’t keep his hands off of me and treats me with respect is definitely a wonderful bonus. So far this morning has been perfect.

  Coen takes a sip of his drink and finally decides to come up for air.

  “Mm, this pizza is so good,” he says, after swallowing a bite. “So, Sweet Cheeks, you’ve gotten to know a little more about me this morning. I want to know more about you. Are you originally from here?”

  Everything has been happening so fast, it hadn’t dawned on me that neither of us really knows anything about each other at all. Besides the fact that we have an undeniable connection. I set the crust from the slice of pizza I just finished back on my plate, wipe my mouth with my napkin, and place it back down on the table in front of me.

  “No, I’m actually from further south of here. I moved here a few years ago. After my dad died, there really wasn’t anything left there for me anymore, so I moved here to be closer to Brea. I don’t have any siblings, so Brea’s really the only family I have now.”

  “What about your mom?”

  “She died the day I was born.”

  “Oh. Shit. I’m sorry, Lex. I—”

  “Don’t be.” I shrug, giving Coen a reassuring smile. “My dad raised me the best he could. I think I turned out okay.”

  I don’t think he’s really sure what to say at first, so he just smiles and nods.

  “I guess that’s why I’m not your typical, average girl.” I smirk.

  Co
en’s green eyes light up, and he reaches across the table to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.

  “Average is boring, Lexi.” He takes a bite of pizza, but his eyes never leave mine. “You’re right. You aren’t average at all. You’re perfect.”

  Heat rushes to my cheeks.

  “No one is per—”

  I’m interrupted by Coen’s phone ringing.

  Great, wonder what his aunt wants this time.

  He grabs his phone reluctantly and rolls his eyes before finally answering.

  “Hello, Aunt Sarah.”

  I can’t hear what’s being said on the other end of the phone, but Coen is not happy she called.

  “I’m actually on a date right now.” He winks at me and smirks. “Yes, so shocking that someone would want to be out with a tattooed freak like me, right?” He runs a hand through his hair.

  God, I love it when he does that with his hair, but it hurts me to hear him being put down by his aunt that way.

  “Her name is Lexi.”

  Oh no, here it comes.

  “Yeah, fine. I’ll see if she’s busy.”

  Oh shit. I’m really not sure I want to meet this woman.

  Coen mouths to me that he’s sorry.

  “It’s okay,” I whisper.

  I glance around the restaurant, waiting patiently for him to finish his conversation, and see Derek coming in the door. I smile and wave him over to our table. Coen looks up at me confused until he catches Derek out of the corner of his eye and nods.

  “Look, Aunt Sarah, I have to go. We’ll try to stop in later in the week.”

  He hangs up the phone and closes his eyes and shakes his head.

  “Hey guys, I’m surprised to see you out and about. I figured you’d chill in bed and rest,” Derek says, sliding into the seat next to Coen. “Who was on the phone, man?”

  Coen gives Derek a sideways glare. “The fucking queen of interrupting. Perfect timing as always,” he says sarcastically.

  “Man, I don’t know why you don’t just change your number and not tell her what it is. I know she’s your aunt and all, but damn, man. All she ever does is talk down to you like you’re a piece of shit or make you do stupid chores around her house.”

  “Yeah, well. Now she knows I have a girlfriend and she wants to meet Lex.”