by Penny Wylder
Her father honks the horn, sticking his arm out the window and spinning a finger in the air. I wave and climb in the car. The engine purrs perfectly, making me smile. I love that sound. I love the clean roar and the subtle rumble that you can feel in your chest.
Mr. Klein turns out on the road, and I follow him the entire way to Eureka, California, to the Samoa Drag Strip. It's a long drive up eighty-seven north, and I keep the windows down the whole way.
We stop one time once we hit the halfway mark for gas and the bathroom. Seth runs inside and grabs some snacks. Kelsie goes to the bathroom outside, and I try to get her attention while her father is filling up and her mother is fixing her makeup in the visor mirror.
Her eyes meet mine and I give her a little head nod to go the long way around so we can see each other, but she ignores me. She grins, dropping her eyes to the ground and getting back inside her father's car.
I know she's trying to be cautious. She doesn't want her parents to suspect anything, but all I want is to be close to her. I really wish she would have come with me instead. To have her alone in the car for hours, and the possibility of us getting 'lost' along the way makes my dick twitch.
But she's playing it safe. I get it.
Picking up my phone, I send her a text while we're still parked.
You miss me yet?
Maybe. Her text comes through instantly.
I'll take that as a yes. You know all I keep thinking about is the other day.
Me too.
Just wait till we can be alone. The things I'll do to you. . .
Oh yeah? And what's that?
I won't just use my fingers. I'll use my lips and my tongue and taste you all over.
There's a momentary gap between my text and hers. I can't stop smiling. All I can imagine is her fanning herself and shaking the heat out of her shirt.
The small bubbles begin to roll, and I'm excited to see what she says.
I got to taste you already, but I'd much rather feel you instead.
We can make that happen.
I wait patiently for the next message from Kelsie, but her father climbs back in the driver's seat and starts to roll forward.
The texts end. I put the car in first gear and we're on the road again. The rest of the drive is lonely, but I'm far from bored. My mind races with thoughts of fucking her. I want her so damn bad my cock hurts.
I've had a small taste. A sliver of what she has to offer. Her sweet flavor and tight pussy are enough to draw the animal out of me. I need so much more now.
I turn into the parking lot of the Carter House Inn, and park beside the entire Klein family. Mr. Klein taps on the passenger window.
“Nice place, Mr. Klein,” I say as I roll down the window.
“It's top quality.” Of course it is, I think to myself as he speaks. “I'm going to run inside and get the key cards for everyone's rooms. When I come back, we can start bringing everything inside.”
“Sounds good.”
He heads inside the building, and I'm in awe that this is where I'll be spending my weekend. The most expensive place in town, with a girl I can't stop thinking about, and gorgeous cars everywhere. Life couldn't be better right now.
Yes, it could. Kelsie by my side would make it one hundred times better.
My eyes keep glancing at the SUV, wondering if she's looking back. Are we looking at each other and I just can't see her behind the black tinted windows? I'm not sure, but I can almost feel that we are.
There's a knot in my gut and the hair on my arms is bristling. It's like a new sense is emerging. That sixth sense people claim to have. It's not about touch or taste or smell. I can't see her with my eyes or hear her with my ears. But I can sense her. It's a palpable feeling that's making my lungs tight and my body warm.
I run my hands back and forth over the steering wheel. Admiring the feel of the car. Driving this car is incredible. It's too bad the man who owns it doesn't appreciate what he has. He'll never know what it means to understand something this beautiful.
I wonder if he has the same problem with people.
If Wilson Klein can't see the beauty and power in this car, does he have the ability to see the powerful beauty he gave life to? Does he see her like I do?
Smart. Funny. Gorgeous from head to toe. Kelsie can take a joke and dish it right back out. She's not just some girl whose personality only runs skin deep like her father.
There's a knock on my window, making me jump in my seat. Mr. Klein is holding out the card to my room. “Here you go. You're room two-thirty. We're a floor above you, rooms three hundred to three hundred and three. Just ring us in the room if you need anything.” He slaps the roof and goes to his SUV and opens the back. “Come get your crap,” he says loudly.
The doors open, and everyone gets out. Her mother is there first, taking her suitcase by the handle. Seth fixes his backpack, then adjusts the earbuds in his ears. He doesn't look very enthused. He looks exactly like you would expect a seventeen-year-old to look who gets dragged along with the family.
He looks miserable.
Kelsie looks at me briefly, then takes her room key from her father and gets her suitcase. Her eyes only linger for a single blink, then they're gone. Her mother says something to her, but I can't make out the words.
Kelsie nods, then starts inside. The family moves like a small herd into the hotel. I finally get out of the car and take my ratty old duffle bag out of the back seat. I've had this thing since I used to wrestle in high school. You can still see the faint outline of the school mascot, an elephant, on the front of the bag. The edges are scuffed up and dirty, the strap is frayed, and I'm surprised it hasn't broken in two yet.
It's a far cry away from the expensive Tumi cases all of them have. But it works, I don't need big and fancy. I need functional.
Kelsie and her family are gone by the time I get inside the lobby. I take the elevator up to my room and find the door after heading down a long hall. The room is pristine. It even smells like new paint.
The walls are a deep burnt orange with dark mahogany wood trim. The bed looks antique with its thick lacquer headboard, and detailed woodwork. There's a giant armoire beside the bed. I'm actually afraid to put my dirty duffle bag on anything.
I drop it on the floor and decide to head downstairs to grab a drink and relax. Everything inside has a rustic feel. The wood bar top looks slick as glass. There are cabinets with glass faces against the wall behind the bar. They're full of different liquors all stacked neatly, labels facing out.
Grey Goose Vodka, Crown Royal, Woodford Reserve, and so many more glint like models on a runway. I pull out a stool and sit down, resting my hands on the smooth top.
The bartender smiles. “What can I get you, sir?” he asks as he wipes the inside of a wine glass and hangs it on the rack.
“Just a beer is fine.”
He shows me what they have on tap and I order something simple but good. A nice cold Sam Adams will take the edge off after the long ride.
The bartender slides a glass in front of me with just the right amount of head on top. “You just passing through?”
“I'm here for the drag strip.”
“That fancy red car in the lot yours? I spotted it when I was on break a few minutes ago. She's gorgeous.”
Here's someone who gets it.
“Yes and no. I did drive that car, but it isn't mine. It's my boss's.”
“Ah, okay. Well, she looks fast.”
“Like a damn stallion,” I say with a chuckle as I take a sip of the beer. “Hopefully she takes home a trophy.”
The guy can't be much older than twenty-one. His tie is slightly crooked, and there are small wrinkles in his shirt. His hair is long, about shoulder length and pulled back into a low ponytail. “So, who gets to drive down the track? You or your boss?”
“I'm not sure yet. I know he's entering the car show, I'm not sure if he's entering the race. But he'll probably want to race if he does. I think if he was smart,
though, he'd let me. My boss is a decent guy, but between you and me,” I say, leaning in slightly and looking around to make sure we're alone, “he's a douchebag who probably doesn't know how to shift right. If he drives, I guarantee he'll blow the motor.”
“Well, I'm rooting for you, man.” The guy looks up at the clock, then around the room. He sighs heavily, letting his eyes drop back to mine. “Good thing I get paid by the hour and not through tips. This place is always so slow. You're the first person to come in all day.”
“It's only four in the afternoon. I'm sure it'll pick up soon enough.” The beer goes down easily. “Thanks,” I say, dropping a twenty on the bar and leaving.
I really don't want to sit and sulk with some college kid. And I really don't want to go sit in my room by myself. The key to the Fairlane pokes against my thigh, giving me an idea. I don't have to sit here. I can explore the town, see what else is around. I also don't have to do it alone.
Outside in the parking lot, I lean against the car and take out my phone. I decide to text Kelsie and see if she's interested in joining me for a drive.
Hey, come outside and let’s go for a ride. We can sightsee, see what this place has to offer. What do you say?
I think that's a crazy idea.
Crazy? Why
Because my dad will kill us if he finds out.
Are you going to tell him? I know I won't.
I've got a better idea.
What's that?
Why don't you come hang out in my room? I'm all alone in here.
The text sends blood to my cock and makes my stomach twist up into knots.
Three hundred and three. The room number pops up in the thread.
I don't hesitate. I'm back inside, briskly walking through the lobby and getting in the elevator. I take it to the third floor. I'm cautious getting out of the elevator. I know her parents are right here, only a room away. There's a flicker of nervousness that hits me with the first step into the hall.
Please be empty.
I poke my head out first and look left to right. It's clear. I go to the left, looking at the numbers on the doors. Her room is down the far end of the hall and around the corner. I raise my hand, ready to knock, but she quickly pulls the door open and yanks me inside.
I stumble forward, almost crashing into her. “Wow! No, hey, come on in, I’m glad to see you?”
“I don't want my parents to hear you. They're right across the hall.”
“So, they're not right next door?”
“No. My parents are right across, and my brother is next to them.”
“Did they get the connecting door to keep an eye on him?”
“Probably,” she says with a giggle. “But forget about them. Now that you're inside, we're good.”
Her eyes dance around. They move around my face, then to the floor, and then back up again. She's smiling, a soft flirty smile. Kelsie licks her lips, and her breathing is already heavy. Her lashes look so long as she blinks, fanning her lids like canopies.
I can't stop myself. I grab her cheeks and kiss her. She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me back. You can feel the electricity in the air, making every inch of my body tingle and buzz.
We're both touching and kissing, hands moving through hair and over shoulders. It's almost manic how intense the kiss grows. Her tongue is in my mouth, twirling in demanding circles. I bite her bottom lip and pluck it between my teeth.
She moans, kissing me harder and wilder. Her nails run across my scalp, grabbing at my roots. I can feel every breath she takes. She inhales with an audible gasp, then exhales warm air across my face. Her chest snaps out, forcing her tits to press against me.
This is what I need. To release this ache I feel so deep in my bones it hurts. I dig my fingertips into her ass, and lift her off her feet. Kelsie wraps her legs around my waist, her lips never leaving mine.
I reach back and lock the door, making sure the top lock is fully latched. We don't need any accidental intruders ruining this moment. Kelsie moves her lips down my neck as I walk us to the bed in her room.
We fall onto the bed, our bodies bouncing lightly against the spring mattress. I slide my hand up her shirt and squeeze her tit. She groans into our kiss, eyes snapping shut. The edges of her heels dig into my back as she grinds her pussy up.
I break away, taking a moment to look at her. Her cheeks are rosy, her skin is dewy, and her hair is now a frazzled mess that peacocks behind her head on the bed. Her hands drape down my shoulders and my ribs.
My entire body trembles from her touch. Goosebumps ripple down my body, and my muscles tense up. I love her touch, her lips, the way she feels in my arms and looks right now beneath me.
She curls her fingers around the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. Her fingers skim down my chest, tracing my muscles. They move over my abs, riding back up. She follows the thick ink on my chest, recreating the tattoo with her fingertips.
I pull the straps of her sundress down her arms and help her pull her arms free. The clasp for her bra is in front, so I pop it open and expose the most perfect set of tits I've ever seen. They're small and supple with dark pink nipples. I keep my eyes on her as I lick her hard bead, then run my tongue across her chest to her other tit and suck it into my mouth.
I release her tit with a wet pop and flick her nipple with the tip of my tongue. Her back arches high, head falling back as she moans.
“Mm,” I groan as I run a single finger down the center of her chest and over her naval. I roll the dress the rest of the way off her hips and she kicks it to the floor. Her white cotton panties are dark in the center.
She's so fucking wet I can smell her sweet arousal and feel the silky liquid against my fingertips. Kelsie moans as I rub her pussy through the fabric. Her thighs tremble and her belly quakes as I pinch her panties around her hips and pull them off.
Her pussy is smooth, with a dark strip of hair that runs up the center. It's cute and sexy, like a small landing strip made for my dick. As she shifts her hips, her pussy glistens with arousal.
My mouth salivates, eager to taste her sweetness. I want her so bad I can't wait any longer. I'm going to lose my damn mind if I don't have her this very second. My cock is rock hard, pushing angrily against my zipper. My heart is beating like a drum in my chest. Every inch of my body screams to be inside her, to feel her warmth wrapped around me like a hot blanket.
I can't contain myself with this beauty beneath me. She softly touches the side of her neck, caressing her skin as her eyes glaze over. Her tongue runs across her bottom lip, and she arches her back, begging for me take her.
Pushing myself up on my knees, I unbuckle my belt and pull the button free. I stand up and take my wallet out of my pocket, grabbing a condom from inside. Letting my shorts fall to the floor, I palm my cock, slowly moving my hand up and down.
Her eyes grow wide. So big and brown and full of gold glitter and amber lights. Kelsie tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, a concerned look filling her face.
“What's wrong?” I ask.
“I, I um. . .” She fumbles her bottom lip, her nerves taking hold. “I—”
“You what? You don't want to do this? Are you having second thoughts?”
“No, that's not it. I'm just not sure how to say it.”
“Just say it. I'm a big boy, I can handle it.” I give her a smile, hoping to ease whatever fear is trying to her take over right now.
If she's worried about her parents, I get it. We can wait. As much as the blue balls I'll leave with will make the rest of my day uncomfortable, I won't pressure her to do anything.
Kelsie exhales a long, winded breath, and closes her eyes. When she opens them again, she looks straight at me. “I'm a virgin.” The words come out clear.
A virgin? So, that means I'll be her first.
The thought is exciting. To be the first cock in her pussy. To pop her cherry and claim her as mine makes my insides go crazy. But I'm not the type of guy who's going to pressure he
r into doing something she's not ready for. I won't do that, no matter how badly I want it.
She needs to say yes, and she needs to want it. I'm not going to leave her with a head full of regret.
“Are you nervous?” I ask. She nods, not saying a word. “We don't have to if you're not ready.”
“No,” she chirps quickly. “It's not that. I'm ready, it's just my nerves, is all. I mean, look at me, my hands are shaking.” She holds out her hand, and her fingers are trembling.
“I don't want you to feel like you have to do this. We can wait.”
She shakes her head and reaches up to pull me down on top of her. “I don't want to wait. I want you, Brand.” The way she says my name sends chills down my spine.
I swoop my hand under her neck and hold her. She lets out a long silent moan as I kiss her throat, fluttering kisses up the curve of her jaw and across her chin until I find her mouth. I kiss her slow and tender.
Our lips mash together, our breathing in sync. She inhales, her tits lifting, and her nipples brushing my skin. I inhale with her, my chest pressing down on her tits.
I slide my free hand over her hip and down her thigh. My cock slips up between her folds, but I don't go inside her yet. I rub her clit up and down with my shaft. She's so tender. Every stroke of her pussy causes her stomach to tremble and thighs to clench my waist.
“Are you ready?” I ask. “I want this to be perfect. I don't want to hurt you.”
“I'm ready.” She whispers as she runs her nails softly up and down my back. “I've never been more ready than I am right now.” Her legs open wide, and she angles her hips.
I pull back my hips and line up my cock with her entrance. I'm moving slow and gentle. I can't take my eyes off her. I'm searching her eyes for any fear, pain, or discomfort. The thought of causing her any distress makes my chest hurt.
She digs her nails into my back as I lower my hips. “Are you okay?” I ask, holding my body still. I'm afraid to move any further.
Kelsie nods as she bites her bottom lip. “I'm all right. Keep going.”
With utter slowness, I push inch after inch of my cock inside her pussy. She's warm, wet, and her walls tighten like elastic as she clenches around me. She feels so fucking good, I almost let loose, forgetting that this is her first time.