Thrust: Bad Boy Racing Romance (Fastlane Series Book 2)

by Sloan Storm

  Each insertion and withdrawal lengthened, lingering to a point where he’d almost withdrawn, only to drive his full length inside once again. I wiggled underneath him, squirming in ecstasy while he made steady, circular movements on my clit. In that moment, he owned me, and there was nothing I could do, or wanted to do, to stop it. I was on the verge, and there was no turning back. Great swells of climax whirled inside of me like a gathering storm, building from the center of my body and radiating out, sending tingles to every part of my body. I’d never felt so alive, so completely ready to give in to my urge for release.

  Marco rocked above me, flexing and bending his lean torso with each stroke. My eyes opened and closed at random intervals, flashes of white streaking across my mind. The shadow of him above, claiming me, passed in and out of my awareness. It wasn’t much longer, however when the need for what I'd craved came ripping to the surface. I began to puff steady breaths, my belly rising and falling with the expectancy of release. Licking my lips, I lifted my head a bit.

  “Mmm, hmm,” I chanted, looking between my legs at him. “Mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm… Oh God, fuck me, yes!”

  Just then, Marco looked at me. Our eyes locked and I lost it.

  “Oh Marco, I-I… I!!!”

  My body seized, fusing like a single locked muscle, but at the very same instant, Marco pulled out and stepped away. It felt like he’d sucked the life from me, bringing me to the brink, only to leave me there… desperate, and quivering.

  “Wha…” I moaned, struggling for words. “Why did you…”

  A light chuckle came from him. “Shhh…”

  Marco released his hold on me and dragged his fingertips lightly across my belly, making small circles. His cruel restraint caused my body to quake further. Dangling at the precipice, I felt my confusion gave way to frustration. I swallowed, smacking my lips.

  “What? What do you mean ‘shhh’? Do you know how…?”

  But before I uttered another syllable, Marco dropped to his knees and swallowed me whole. My eyes rolled back in my head. I banged it against the hard marble. The first pass of his tongue sent me reeling. Marco resumed his treatment of my clit, thumbing it with a new abandon. At the same time, he lavished my folds with a relentless series of tongue strokes sending me into a fit of gyrations.

  In the span of a minute, I’d gone from peak to valley and right back again. I only hoped he wouldn’t be as cruel the second time around. I decided not to chance it. Reaching between my legs, I thrust my hands into his hair, vowing to rip it from his scalp if he dared stop. Grinding my hips into his mouth, I started to buck beneath him. But unlike before, Marco made no effort to quit.

  In fact, it was the opposite. He sped up each lick of his tongue and flick of his thumb against my clit. I felt every muscle in my body flex and twitch, like I was stuck in an electric chair of pleasure, shaking beneath him while climax ripped me apart.

  MARCO

  Dani’s face glowed. A smile of satisfaction stretched wide across her mouth. She was a beauty, and taking her had proved more satisfying than I’d imagined. And I'd imagined it quite a bit since I’d first laid eyes on her. Now I stood above her, watching while she purred, squeezing her tits and basking in the aftermath.

  “Mmm, uhh… fuck, Marco. Oh fuck.” she whispered, rolling her head from one side to the other.

  Meanwhile, my cock raged.

  I grabbed it at the base, squeezing it. It twitched in my grip, eager to have its way with her again. I looked down at Dani for another second or so before running the fingers of my free hand along the outside of her smooth thigh. Done waiting, I steered my dick between her legs, resting it on top of her belly, pressing my balls against her pussy. Dani reached for my cock, drawing her fingers around the tip and squeezing with a gentle pressure, coaxing my pre-cum out.

  “Fuck me,” Dani whimpered, gently swirling the sticky liquid into her belly.

  I licked my lips, the sweet taste of her pussy still fresh on them. Dani lifted her head up, looking between her thighs. She slipped her fingers further down my shaft, curling them around it. She moaned, stroking its full length and bringing me back to a state of near-painful hardness.

  I pulled my hips away again, sliding my dick across the lips of her pussy as I withdrew. Dani flinched as her wetness lubricated me. Her hand fell away. Once the tip of my cock brushed against her opening, I pushed inside of her again with a forceful grunt, sinking my hips hard into her damp pelvis.

  “Fuck…” I groaned, sliding all the way within.

  I can’t lie, watching her get off had me on edge. But even so, I had no intention of rushing things. Not a chance. Not as long as I could help it.

  I reached for Dani’s hips, grabbing them hard. Dani went limp in my grasp, giving in completely to me. Her pussy clenched, suctioning around my girth with each stroke I made. Wetter than ever, the feel of her sheathing every inch of my cock drove me fucking… wild.

  “Shit,” I moaned, each second bringing me closer and closer. I’d never been with a woman that affected me like she did. “I’m going to cum.”

  Dani’s breath accelerated.

  “Mmm, hmm,” she whispered, lifting her head a fraction. “I’m ready. Yes. Cum.”

  My eyes met hers.

  Through wisps of her long hair, they hypnotized me, nearly causing me to erupt inside of her that instant. The muscles of my backside tightened, rippling from the base of my neck, down my spine and into my ass. I slammed into her with a hard pulse, and she cried out.

  It was all I could stand. I pulled out and staggered back, jerking my cock.

  In the same instant, Dani lurched upright, pulling her hair away from her eyes and sliding off the counter. She dropped to her knees in front of me. Reaching for my cock, she wrapped her hand around it and before I realized it, she swallowed the head into her mouth.

  “Fuck…” I grunted, reaching for the counter and trying to steady myself.

  A second later, I regained my focus on Dani. With one hand sliding up and down my shaft, she swirled, licked and sucked the entire length of my cock with her tongue. Reaching around behind me with her free hand, Dani curled her fingers into the meat of my ass cheek. She pulled me towards her, swallowing most of my dick at the same time.

  Composing myself, I moved both of my hands towards Dani’s head. Starting at her hairline, I ran them over the top of her head, smoothing her long, thick hair. About halfway down, I turned my fingers inward, intertwining two huge fistfuls of it into my hands.

  All the while, Dani never relented. She dragged her mouth along every inch, running her tongue along the grooves and ridges. She sucked me unlike any other woman ever had, almost like it was all that mattered to her. With a sudden wet pop, she freed my dick from her mouth.

  I allowed my hands to fall away from her hair, which she tossed to one side with a quick snap. I dropped my head back, steadying myself with a hard squeeze of my ass. Dani swept the heat of her tongue down the entirety of my shaft until she reached my balls. Never stopping the relentless piston-like action of her hand, she dropped her mouth under my shaft and swallowed my balls into her mouth. Dani whimpered, suctioning them and stroking my cock with a greater and greater intensity. I grunted a faltering exhale, certain that any instant I’d erupt.

  Dani held my balls inside of her mouth, rolling her tongue all over them. The only evidence of her effort was the occasional puff of heat from her nostrils along the bottom of my shaft. I couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, I’d been so hard. My cock felt like stone wrapped in a veneer of flesh, aching for release.

  But I refocused, once again sliding my fingers into Dani’s thick mane of hair. She turned her head from side-to-side, the silky strands brushing against my thighs, which remained locked in a flexed position while she consumed me.

  “Shit…” I grunted, clenching a fistful of it in my hand, and pulling her away.

  She looked up at me, pausing just long enough for me to guide my cock back to her mouth. As before, Dani
swallowed me without hesitation, swirling and twirling her tongue along the entire length.

  “Fuck, I…” I grunted.

  “Mmm, hmmm…” she hummed, never stopping, only accelerating.

  And then, in the final seconds before I came, the sound of her effort riveted my attention. Wet slurps, smacking and stroking - it was enough to make any man lose it, and seconds later, that’s exactly what I did. A deep, guttural sound bubbled up from deep inside of me.

  I sensed my balance shift, my knees wobbled. Dani was merciless, determined to take everything I’d give to her. It started with my toes. They folded under, nearly digging into the surface of the tile under them. The tremor made its way up my calves, to my thighs and into my hips, which I thrust against her mouth. She gagged, and I groaned, leaning away from her and looking up towards the ceiling. The force of it hit me like the impact of losing my car in a nasty hairpin. My body rocked, waves of climax tearing through me.

  Dani only groaned in satisfaction with each hot pulse from my cock. She drained my orgasm from me, taking everything I had to give her. Nothing could have prepared me for the way it felt.

  Nothing.

  Even so, reality wasted no time intruding. Moments later, the initial shockwaves began to dissipate. Like the sobering aftermath of a crash, my focus returned to the beauty knelt between my legs.

  I pulled away.

  DANI

  Marco reached down, wrapping his hands around my upper arms and helping me to my feet. I smiled at him and leaned in his direction… to kiss him. But when I did, he turned and started to walk away.

  “The bathroom is down the hall,” he began, reaching into the cabinet and pulling out a glass. “Help yourself to whatever you need.”

  The entire time he spoke, Marco never turned around and looked at me. Instead, he opened his refrigerator, pulled out a pitcher of water and began to pour it into his glass. He seemed distant all of a sudden.

  Cold.

  “Uh… um,” I stammered, uncertainty creeping into my voice. “Okay, thanks.”

  Dumbfounded, I stood there wondering what had happened. Still half-naked, a chill, sparked by his indifference, ran across my body. I gathered my clutch and turned to leave the kitchen. Seconds later, I made my way into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. After spending a few minutes cleaning myself up and fixing my dress, I paused and looked into the mirror.

  What the hell just happened?

  I wasn’t sure why his strange behavior affected me in the way that it had. Maybe he didn’t mean anything by it at all. But on the other hand, I couldn’t get past a feeling that he’d gotten what he wanted from me, and now, well, that was it. I reached down, placing my hand on top of my clutch and looking at it. It was all about the agreement. That’s all that mattered.

  I’d never had a problem keeping business and pleasure separate, but where he was concerned some unfamiliar emotions stirred inside of me. The way he’d handled the entire situation, it was almost like Marco knew I'd be willing to sleep with him.

  But… how?

  I’d always taken pride in my self-control. Always. Glancing towards my reflection in the mirror, I bit my lip. The dull ache between my thighs served as a warning that where he was concerned, I didn't seem to have any ability to control my needs. I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair.

  Now is not the time to lose focus, Dani.

  If I was going to get him to sign the agreement, there was no better time than right now. I had to find a way to put the irrational emotions out of my mind, and do it quickly. Besides, it wasn’t like I’d never hooked up with a guy before. I had to get a grip. I was there for one reason and one reason only, to get the God damn signature. I glanced towards my reflection in the mirror again, whispering motivation to myself.

  “Come on Dani, you can do this.”

  I inhaled, sucking in a deep breath. In the midst of the exhale, I snatched my clutch from the bathroom counter top and turned to leave with a renewed determination. Exiting, I walked down the hallway, back in the direction of the kitchen. I noticed Marco standing there, wearing nothing but his tuxedo pants. Accented by his caramel-colored skin, the deep ridges and grooves of his midsection flexed while he leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. I squeezed my clutch in my fingers and readied myself to speak, moistening my lips with a quick flash of my tongue.

  I looked at him. He smiled.

  “Do you have everything you need?” he asked, easing himself off the door with a gentle push of his shoulder.

  His question confused me.

  “What do you mean? Everything I need?”

  Marco walked in my direction while I spoke. Sliding his hands in the pockets of his tuxedo pants, he nodded towards the front door of his penthouse.

  “Yes,” he began, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. “Can I get you anything before you go?”

  Go?

  Uncertain, I frowned at him before responding.

  “But I,” I started, struggling to keep my tone free of frustration. “I was under the impression we were going to discuss… the agreement. Is there a problem?”

  Marco shook his head, shrugging casually.

  “No, no problem at all.”

  But rather than clarify anything, I found his response made the situation even more puzzling.

  “So what are you saying? Are we discussing the agreement? Or, aren’t we?”

  Marco looked at me in silence. His upper body rumbled with a slight chuckle, jostling his shoulders up and down. Before I could say a word, he leaned in and kissed me once on the cheek. Afterward, he turned and walked away from me towards the front door. I followed him with my eyes, swiveling my head while he moved towards the penthouse’s exit.

  What the hell was going on?

  He reached the door, placed his hand on the knob and turned to look at me.

  “Something has come up, Dani. It’s something I need to handle right away. We’ll have to leave discussions about the agreement for another time.”

  I looked away from him. After a slow blink, I bit the inside of my lip hard in frustration. Who the hell does this guy think he is? I turned and walked towards him, tightening my grip on my clutch. Feeling the need to say something, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

  “What’s going on here, Marco? You told me you wanted to discuss the agreement. Then, we have sex. Now all of a sudden, I have to leave?”

  Marco didn’t respond immediately, not with words anyway. Instead, he opened the door without a syllable, grimacing at me while he did.

  “I promised you we would discuss the agreement, Dani. We will. But, it won’t be tonight.”

  I shook my head and let loose with a prolonged exhale. I couldn’t believe it.

  “Okay, you know what…” I began, moving towards the hallway and making sure my first step was wide enough to avoid him. “Fine.”

  Before I could make it through the doorway, he grabbed my arm. I snapped my head back towards Marco, glaring at him. I tugged my arm against the restraint of his grip.

  “What?” I snarled.

  The tension in his grip relaxed, as did his expression.

  “You’re a beautiful woman, Dani,” he said. In the softest tone he’d used with me yet, he continued, “Thank you for coming with me tonight.”

  Afterward, he leaned in, kissed me again and then backed away. His double talk and mood swings kept me off balance. I chewed the inside of my lip, feeling like I should demand he keep his promise. Yet, I found his flattery… I don't know, charming? While those thoughts rolled around in my head, Marco spoke again.

  “I’ll be in touch, Dani. My driver will take you back to your hotel.”

  I nodded and turned to leave, deciding that instead of fighting with him, I’d be better off leaving the door open to continue discussions about his estate for another time. I didn’t like having to do it but I really felt like I didn't have much choice.

  “All right, Marco. Well, thank you for tonig
ht.”

  We said our goodbyes and moments later, I entered the elevator to head back down to the waiting limousine. What the hell was happening to me? My thoughts swung back and forth, like an ominous pendulum in my mind. One second, he made me feel glamorous, beautiful and desired. In the very next, I felt like… a prostitute.

  Which was it?

  DANI

  After a long night filled with little sleep and even more questions about Marco, I dragged myself downstairs to the hotel restaurant the next morning. Bernard and Leopold were scheduled to go back to New York later that day, and before leaving they wanted to get an update from me about the progress of my dealings with Marco.

  Feeling scatterbrained, I’d somehow lost track of time and showed up to meet them more than twenty minutes late. They sat at the far end of the restaurant, hunched over the table talking to one another in a booth in the corner. A few moments later I walked up to the table. They stopped talking, looking up at me.

  “Long night?” Bernard began, snapping his arm at the wrist and flashing his watch.

  Leopold eased out of the booth and gestured for me to sit between them.

  Sliding in, I nodded and looked at Bernard. “Sorry about that. I’m still not sleeping well. It must be the jet lag or something.”

  Bernard narrowed his eyes at me.

  “Mmm, hmm.”

  At this point, I had enough experience working for both of them to know they would have little interest, as in zero, in the romantic elements of my involvement with Marco. Bernard and Leopold were ‘bottom line' types of guys. This was one of those occasions when I was grateful for it. On the other hand, it meant I had a lot of questions to answer about the agreement, or lack of one, and they wasted no time getting started. Leopold eased back into the booth, causing the glossy leather of the seat to groan beneath him.