“That must make for quite a ride.” I let my hand fall casually onto her thigh. The muscles underneath my fingers were as hard as stone.
“Zero to sixty in 7.9 seconds,” Blaze murmured.
“It feels even faster than that,” I breathed.
Blaze signaled with a tap of her fingers over the blinker and cut across traffic into the fast lane. We were still under the speed limit, but just barely.
“Does the speed bother you?” Blaze asked, glancing down quickly at my hand on her leg, then back up at the road. She shifted into sixth. My clit buzzed at the sound of the engine’s roar.
“No.” I eased my fingers higher until they were an inch from the vee between her legs. “I like a little bit of danger with my pleasure.”
“Do you want to drive?” She covered my hand with hers and squeezed it so fleetingly over her crotch that I might have imagined it. But when she gently deposited my hand back in my own lap, she was breathing hard and a muscle rippled along the edge of her jaw. My palm burned from the waves of heat pouring through her pants. I hadn’t imagined it. It took me a few seconds to catch my breath.
“Not yet,” I said shakily.
We finished the test drive and returned to the showroom and I told her I’d think about it. She gave me her card, asked for my number in return, and told me to call if I had any questions. I said I would and left without looking at the three men whose eyes followed me out of the room. Then I climbed into my car, which I’d left parked at the far side of the lot, eased my seat back, and slipped my hand under my skirt. I was wet and it only took me a few seconds to come, Blaze’s card still between my fingers. When I opened my eyes and glanced across the parking lot toward the building, I saw Blaze framed in the open doorway. I smiled and drove away.
Two days later she called and left a message, asking if I’d made any decisions about the car. The day after that I went back, and this time when I walked in she was the first one to reach me.
“Still thinking about that car?” Blaze asked, her gaze slowly traveling from my eyes to my mouth and back up again.
“Just about nonstop.” I turned a little, pretending to look at the car, and brushed my hip against her crotch. “I can’t get any work done, thinking about it.”
“I’ve been a little distracted myself,” Blaze said. “We could take it out again, if you’re not sure.”
“I think I’d like to see how it does on the open road.”
Blaze smiled. “You’re going to love the way she maneuvers.”
“That’s what I’m hoping.”
She took us out of town onto the tight, narrow, twisting back roads, pushing us through hairpin turns, accelerating up hills and blasting down the other side. I turned in the seat and watched her handle the stick, her long fingers caressing the leather-covered head with obvious pleasure. The powerful engine hummed, and the vibrations tingled in my clit. I’d worn a skirt again with nothing underneath but bikinis and I was already wet.
“I saw you in your car the other day,” Blaze said, her eyes on the road.
“I can’t resist hard, fast driving.”
“Then you must be enjoying yourself today.” Blaze smiled softly and flicked a glance at me, her eyes dropping to my lap.
I trailed my fingers up the inside of my thigh, pushing my skirt high enough to expose the pale silk covering my pussy. “I am. Even more than the first time.”
“You don’t have to wait,” Blaze said hoarsely.
“I don’t want to distract you,” I murmured, but I couldn’t resist pressing my fingertips to my hard clit. I moaned softly.
“Do it,” she whispered, and pressed down on the gas pedal.
The force of the engine accelerating surged through me, and I drew the slip of silk aside with one hand and stroked my swollen slit with the other.
“Zero to sixty,” I gasped, letting my head fall back against the window as I started to come. “In…oh, God…right now.”
Blaze laughed and reached across the space between us to caress my cheek softly. “That’s what I call high-performance.”
“It’s not the engine,” I murmured drowsily. “It’s the driver.”
She took us back to the showroom while I dozed. When she pulled into the parking lot, I straightened my clothes and stroked her arm. “That was one ride I won’t forget.”
“Any time.”
I didn’t call, but I came every night thinking about her. Two days later she left another message, but I still waited. That night, my doorbell rang just after eight. Blaze stood on my porch. A bright new shiny sports car stood at the curb.
“I think you’ll like the feel of this one,” she said.
I grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled her inside. “I told you, most of the time I like to sit back and enjoy the ride.”
“Most of the time?” Blaze raised an inquiring eyebrow.
“Mmm.”
I led her to the sofa and curled up next to her. She put her arm around me and kissed me. Her lips were soft, her tongue was firm. Her mouth was hot. After a few minutes, she pulled back and whispered, “My engine is about to red-zone.”
Laughing, I popped open the button on her fly and unzipped her pants. “You mean it’s not just my idle that’s running high?”
“Definitely not.” Blaze nibbled on my lower lip. “I couldn’t even make it through the whole day after that first test drive. I’ve been spending a lot of time in the bathroom at work.”
“Well, we can’t have you blowing a piston, now can we?” I pushed my hand down between her legs and slid her clit between my fingers. It swelled as I stroked it. “Nice. Responsive.”
“You like the feel of that?” Blaze asked, her voice tight.
“It’s got more flex than I anticipated,” I teased, flicking the tip with my finger.
“Keep it up,” Blaze laughed quietly, “and it won’t do that for long.”
“What do you—oh, I see. It’s getting quite a bit stiffer now.” I jiggled it around a little and she jerked as if someone had hit her. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh yeah,” she groaned. “It feels great.”
“What else do you like?”
“Why don’t you…run the gears. Push it back and forth and…yeah, like that. Side to side…” Her legs tensed and I saw her grip the edge of the sofa, hard. She was breathing fast and when I skimmed her ear with my lips, she moaned.
“Is that right? Is that good?”
“So good,” she whispered, but she sounded like she wanted to cry.
“Are you sure? Because I can stop if it’s not…”
“Faster,” she groaned. “Oh fuck, my clit is so hard.”
“How’s that? You like it there?”
Blaze cupped her hand in her crotch on the outside of her pants, over mine, and moved my fingers just a little lower. “That’s it. You’re there. Right there.”
“Will this make you come?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“You want to?” She gushed over my fingers. “Is that… are you…” I tried to tell if it was what she needed, but her eyes were cloudy and unfocused and I didn’t think she was listening.
“I’m starting to come,” she whispered, but I think she was talking to herself. She stared down at our hands, mine inside her pants, fingers circling between her legs. “It’s good. Really good…oh baby, you’re making me come.”
Everything was hot and wet and hard and when I found just the spot that made her cry out, I rubbed it harder until her hips came off the couch and her head jerked back and she twisted and pumped under my fingers.
“Christ,” she groaned a minute later, looking sheepish. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that so fast.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured while I kissed her neck. “Just don’t fall asleep, because I’ll overheat and explode.”
She laughed a little shakily. “Are you kidding?” She skimmed her fingers under the edge of my skirt. “Take this off.”
I r
olled away and opened the drawer in the table beside the couch. I pulled out a harness with my favorite dildo attached and dropped it in her lap. “Put this on.”
I held my breath while she stared at it for a second, then sighed in sweet anticipation as she grinned.
“Looking to go for another test drive?” She stood and pushed down her pants, then strapped on.
“I’ve been waiting all week to try out this model,” I said, sliding out of my skirt. I grasped her shoulders and pushed her back down on the couch, then straddled her hips. “Hold it for me.”
When she reached between my legs to grasp the cock standing up from her crotch, her knuckles brushed my clit and I whimpered. Then she glided the head back and forth along my slit and I couldn’t breathe. Every time she rolled the cock over my clit it felt like she was turning her fist deep inside me.
“Don’t do that,” I moaned. “You’re going to make me come. I’m not ready yet.”
“What about lube?” she whispered.
“Touch me. What do you think?”
She groaned this time as she cupped my pussy and I filled her hand with juice. She eased a finger inside me and I tightened around it. Her palm grazed my clit, on purpose now, and I wanted to come.
“Please stop,” I whimpered. “Please don’t make me come.”
“Isn’t that what you want,” she demanded, pushing more fingers inside me. “Because that’s what I want. I’ve watched you come twice. Now I want to feel it.”
She pumped me harder and my stomach convulsed. I needed to come but I fought not to let go. “I want your cock in me. I want to come on your cock while you’re fucking me.”
She pulled her fingers out and grabbed my hips, centering me over the head of the dildo. “Put both hands around it,” she ordered, staring down the length of her body to the shaft that bobbed between my legs. When I did, her hips twitched. “Now jerk it off a little bit until you get my clit nice and hard again.”
She lowered me enough so that every time I manipulated the shaft over her clit, the head bumped mine. Pretty soon my hand was a blur and we were both whining. I was ready to come and from the desperate sounds she was making, so was she. Just before my pussy let loose, she pushed my hands away with one of hers and steadied the cock against my opening.
“Now fuck it,” she groaned. “Slide down that hot stick and fuck it until you come.”
I dug my fingers into her shoulders and took her in deep in one long, fast plunge. Her cock was fat and filled me up, stretching me, making me ache inside. The muscles in my thighs had gone soft but I managed to push almost all the way off, until the head rubbed against that one spot inside me that always makes me want to come. Then I dropped down hard again, impaling myself on her.
“God,” I said through gritted teeth, “I’m going to come so hard on you.”
“Open it up, baby,” Blaze urged, her hands guiding my hips. “Let’s hear that engine purr.”
I pumped my hips, working my pussy up and down her thickness. I was boiling over, creaming on her like mad, and I couldn’t hold my head up any longer. Leaning my forehead on hers, I moaned, “Ten seconds.”
She wasn’t content to let me drive to the finish alone, though, and thrust her hips every time I slid down, jamming the slick leather around the base of her cock into my clit. I wanted to ride her forever, but I couldn’t stop what was happening inside me. The muscles of my cunt clamped around her cock and my clit swelled against the shaft.
“I’m coming,” I whispered and she kissed me.
I came on her, her mouth swallowing my cries as I went rigid and my cunt shuddered. When I thought I was done, she stroked her thumb over my clit and set me off again. She kept revving me up until I slapped her hands away and dragged myself off her relentless cock.
“I’m out of gas,” I groaned, collapsing next to her.
She pulled me close and nuzzled my neck. “I’ve got a great car parked right outside,” she whispered. “Full tank.”
“Give me a minute, and we’ll take it for a test run.” I pulled lazily on her cock and teased her mouth with my tongue. “Except this time, I think I’ll drive.”
Contributors
SAGGIO AMANTE was born in the North, grew up in the South, and lives in her head, where fun-filled fantasies occasionally make it from her imagination to the printed page. A recovering Catholic, she once thought she wanted to be a nun but, like Mabel Maney, —then (she) realized that what (she) really wanted was to be a lesbian.“ One of her favorite quotes is a Kate Clinton classic: —Some women can‘t say the word lesbian even when their mouth is full of one.“ To which Sage replies: —Bon appétit!“
KIM BALDWIN has published four books with Bold Strokes Books: the intrigue/romances Flight Risk and Hunter‘s Pursuit and the romances Whitewater Rendezvous and Force of Nature. She is currently at work on her fifth, the romance Focus of Desire. She has also contributed stories to three previous books in the BSB Erotic Interludes series. A former journalist, Kim lives in Michigan. For more info visit www.kimbaldwin.com.
GEORGIA BEERS was born and raised in Rochester, New York, and still lives there with Bonnie, her partner of thirteen years, and their two dogs. She‘s hard at work on her fifth novel, Mine, as well as a script for a short film and several short stories. When not writing, Georgia enjoys reading, movies, hiking, and watching too much television.
Born in North Carolina, RONICA BLACK now lives in the desert Southwest, where she spends her time creating the images in her mind. Ronica is the author of In Too Deep, a Lambda Literary Award finalist and Golden Crown Literary Society Award winner, and Wild Abandon. Her latest romance, Hearts Aflame, is coming from Bold Strokes Books in July 2007. Ronica has also contributed short stories to Best Lesbian Erotica 2005 and Erotic Interludes 2 and 3. Visit Ronica‘s Web site at www.ronicablack.com.
Award-winning author GUN BROOKE, residing in Sweden, loves to write romance and science fiction. She has published Course of Action, Protector of the Realm, Coffee Sonata, and Rebel‘s Quest with Bold Strokes Books and she is currently writing her fifth novel, Sheridan‘s Fate, due in October 2007. Gun also has several short stories published in different anthologies. If you are curious about this writer, she welcomes you to her Web site, www.gbrooke-fiction.com.
JULIE CANNON is a native sun goddess born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. Her › rst novel, Come and Get Me, was released in April 2007 and Heart 2 Heart will follow in December 2007. Julie‘s day job is in Corporate America, and she and her partner Laura live in Phoenix with their seven-year-old son, six-year-old daughter, two dogs, and Spencer the cat.
CRIN CLAXTON writes novels, short stories, and the occasional poem. Her queer vampire novel Scarlet Thirst is available from Red Hot Diva Books. Excerpts from her second vampire novel have been published by Suspect Thoughts ‘zine. Her short stories have been published in anthologies by the Women‘s Press, Diva Books, Bold Strokes Books (Erotic Interludes 3 and 4), Carve online ‘zine, and Diva magazine. More info at www.crinclaxton.com.
FIONA COOPER has published a short story collection, I Believe in Angels, and nine novels including Rotary Spokes, Jay Loves Lucy, Serpents Tail, The Empress of the Seven Oceans, and most recently As You Desire Me. She has contributed to many short story collections as well as zillions of gay magazines. She works as a medium, soul regression therapist, and psychic artist, and recently gave a one-woman show, Dinosaurs and Dykes, at the York Lesbian Arts Festival to rapturous acclaim. She is never happier than when she is under a rainbow by the sea with an icy glass or three of New Zealand fizz by her side.
CHERI CRYSTAL enjoys reading, writing, exercising, eating, having sex, and multitasking. With five published erotic short stories, including —“Debut” in Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love and —“Escort” in Erotic Interludes 4: Extreme Passions, Cheri strives to write the great American lesbian novel. She considers herself fortunate to have the best role models to emulate and look to for guidance. She thanks her friends and family for
their love and support.
LESLEY DAVIS lives in the West Midlands of England with her American partner Cindy Pfannenstiel. She has five published works available, Keeper of the Piece and its two Adepts of Calluna sequels, and Cast A Wide Circle and its follow-on that tell tales of magic. She also is proud to have had a piece in Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments, published by Bold Strokes Books.
Born and raised in upstate New York, ERIN DUTTON moved to Nashville, Tennessee, eight years ago. No longer a Yankee, and yet not a true Southerner, she remains somewhere between the two and is happy to claim both places as home. She is the author of Sequestered Hearts, May 2007, and Fully Involved, December 2007, from Bold Strokes Books.
EVECHO loves writing lesbian sex stories. Her simmering ambition (other than eating her way around the world) is to retire from the legal grind and open a bed & breakfast–where service comes from a personal touch. She is grateful to Radclyffe for including her in the fantastic Erotic Interludes series from Bold Strokes Books. Evecho may be contacted at [email protected] or via www. thesandbox101.com.
JD GLASS lives in the city of her choice and birth, New York, with her beloved partner. When she‘s not writing, she‘s the lead singer (as well as alternately guitarist and bassist) in Life Underwater, which also keeps her pretty busy. Her novels include Punk Like Me, Punk and Zen, and Red Light from Bold Strokes Books.
GABRIELLE GOLDSBY (gabriellegoldsby.com) is the author of four novels, the newest of which, Such a Pretty Face, will be published by Bold Strokes Books in 2007. When not writing, Gabrielle spends her free time reading, lifting weights, and backcountry hiking. She resides in Portland, Oregon, with her partner of eight years.
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