Page 39 of Midnight Racers

His lips skimmed over mine. “And if this doesn’t work?” he demanded.

“Then we lock ourselves in a room until it does.” A room sounded perfect right now.

He pressed a hard kiss that bruised my lips. “I don’t do relationships.”

“Neither do I.”

His cock rubbed between my lower lips while he devasted me with his kiss. My legs widened, and my hips arched up in wanton need. Flynn was driving me to the brink of my sanity. Nothing made sense anymore but the way his skin felt sliding across mine.

I was lost in a world of sensation when he speared hard and deep into me without warning, my eyes flying open to meet his green gaze. He was long and thick, filling and stretching me to a depth never before explored. My nails dug into his ass, our bodies locked together for a moment.

His hands ran up and down my sides. “This feels better than I fucking fantasised about,” he muttered.

“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one dreaming about this.”

His husky laugh rippled down his body and deep into my core. “You have no idea how many different ways I imagined this playing out. This scenario never appeared.”

I’d thought about him taking me on his other racing car since I didn’t know this one existed. This was perfect because this was a place that only Flynn used, a secret part of him that I now got to explore.

His hips began to move, slamming into me to create a delicious friction. Our bodies moved together as if we had done this a thousand times, his pelvis bruising mine with every powerful movement. My nipples rubbed the hard ridges of his chest, and the sensation felt divine as the smattering of hair teased them.

He angled those lean hips so that he hit the front wall of my core. My teeth bit into my bottom lip as a deep moan emerged from me. Pressure started to build deep in my stomach and another moan escaped. Flynn held himself at his deepest point and rotated his hips.

What the actual fuck?

Had I been having sex wrong all these years?

That churning sensation set every nerve in my pussy tumbling in a desperate need that demanded a sacrifice of flesh and blood. My nails dug deep into his flesh, scratching up his back that he arched. His eyes closed and he released a deep, animalistic groan that I felt all the way into my core. His pelvis ground into mine again and I pulled him tighter to me.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “What are you doing to me?”

The same as he was doing to me. This was supposed to scratch an itch, yet that itch was growing like an addiction in my soul.

He began to thrust again, his hands braced on either side of me to allow him to push as deep as possible, my body shoved up the car. His gaze locked with mine and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It felt as if he could see into the depths of my soul, and was branding himself on me. With every movement of his body on mine, I lost myself to him.

“Flynn,” I whispered.

“I know, baby, I fucking know,” he grated out.

The friction in my core built a fire low in my stomach. The dark passion burning deep in his eyes ignited it into a flaming inferno of need and want. He created a throbbing vibration between my legs, my body lubricating his sensual assault. The two of us writhed on the bonnet of the car, lost in a world of desire that had been smouldering for over a month.

His lips met mine again and I dissolved into a world where only sensation and pleasure existed. Flynn’s deep, guttural groans mixed with my moans, the sound of our bodies slapping together adding to the sensual symphony that was visceral and brutal, something that I never realised I needed.

His cock thickened and my core tightened around him.

“Shit,” he gasped, his head falling on my shoulder, and the fingers from his right hand slipping between us to circle and tweak my sensitive clit.

He was going to kill me with emotional overload.

Too much, I began to pant, my legs wide and heels digging into the bodywork of the car. My nails dug into his firm flesh, my teeth grazing his shoulder. The storm coalesced around us, my pulse thundering in my ears, and lightning flashing in the first twitches of an orgasm. My body began to shudder, my back arching as his cock thrust in powerful motions, never once breaking that rhythm that was driving me to the brink of my sanity.

One thrust was all it took to send me hurtling over the edge of the abyss, convulsing around Flynn. He grabbed the flesh of my ass, lifting my hips for him to pound into me with rapid movements which elongated my orgasm. He erupted inside me, his heat spreading as I collapsed back on the metal of the bonnet.

“Fuck,” Flynn muttered. “So much for scratching that itch.”

Yeah, I knew exactly what he meant. That itch had transformed into something different. An aching need that screamed for fulfilment.

My fingers trailed up and down his back as I stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. I had just broken my cardinal rule. No relationships or sexual encounters in the workplace. At the time, I hadn’t actually meantinthe workplace, but someone from there. Flynn and I had just ripped everything apart, and I couldn’t find the ability to care right now.

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