Page 62 of Midnight Racers

“No,” I whispered. “I think you broke me.” My flesh was tender and still pulsating between my legs.

His head dipped down until our foreheads met. “I think I can break you a little more,” he said in that sultry tone that made the temperature in the room rise by several degrees.

“But who will put me back together again?” I queried, my body taking control and readying me for the next sexual adventure.

“I’m really good with my spanner,” Flynn replied. “I’m not bad at screwing things with it.”

“Hmmm.” I pursed my lips together for a moment. “You do seem to have certain talents."

His hands ghosted over me until they rested on my hips, tugging me down until my ass was at the edge of the counter. “Wanna go for a ride with me?”

A grin spread over my lips at his teasing. He was one of the few people I trusted to take me for a ride in every sense of the expression. “You want me to buckle up?”

His grin echoed mine and he shrugged one shoulder. “I wouldn’t object to using some straps and cuffs.”

My cheeks burned at the implication. An image of me bound before him flashed through my mind, and a jolt of excitement pulsed deep in my core.

He leaned over me, his body pressing into mine. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’ve never tried anything like that before,” I whispered. “But for you—” I left the rest of the words unsaid. For him alone, I would try because I trusted him.

“Later,” he hissed in a promise. “Right now, I need you more than my next breath.”

“Sounds kinky,” I replied, wrapping my arms and legs around him to drag him as close as possible. “My next breath belongs to you.”

He pressed a quick, hard kiss to my lips and took a step back. I sat up to watch him push his training bottoms down and sheath his cock in a condom.

I needed him more than I wanted to admit, craved the exquisite stretch as he pushed deep into me. Flynn widened my legs and lifted me under the ass, taking my weight with his arms. My back hit the wall, and he plunged hard and fast into my quivering core. I thought I was ready, my arousal lubricating his entry, but that entry had me struggling to accommodate him in this position for a moment or two.

“So fucking good,” Flynn muttered.

My arms snaked around his neck to allow me to grind my pelvis into his. Flynn’s lips crashed into mine and his hips began to pummel into me, his fingers digging into my ass. I would have finger-shaped bruises tomorrow.

My back slid up and down the wall as his hips crashed up into mine.

Vanilla sex had been my only flavour before I met Flynn, and now I felt like a kid allowed to taste whatever they wanted in the ice cream shop. Nothing was off the menu.

“Flynn,” I gasped, my core on fire from the friction of him moving rapidly in and out of me.

I could barely breathe, even as we continued to kiss, our mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss that neither of us could control but that didn’t mean we could bring ourselves to break apart. Our hands and mouths continued to explore, my nails trailing over his skin and digging in every time he hit that special spot that made me see stars.

Our bodies slid together, coated in a layer of perspiration. My breasts rubbed against his chest, making them sensitive and energised at the same time.

We were uncontrollable, a force of nature colliding together and unable to drag ourselves apart. He consumed me, controlled me, made me weak with desire, yet strengthened me with his passion. His forehead rested on mine, his green eyes all I could see since we were nose to nose.

My nails scraped down his back and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before biting down.

“I love when you do that,” Flynn rasped. “It makes me feel like you want this.”

What?“I want this,” I said into his mouth. “I want you, even though I know this is wrong.”

His next thrust was really hard as if to punish me. “This feels right.”

My hands cupped his face so I could stare at him. He was imbedded to his hilt in me. “It feels right, but we know this is wrong for the team.”

His gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes until I felt the full force of his will embedding into me. “I’m sick of thinking of others and refusing what I want.” He pinned me to the wall, his hands grasping my wrists and his cock lodged in me, while my legs gripped him. “This is what I want, what I need, everything I crave.”

“This is all that feels real,” I whispered because I was terrified of saying the words and making myself vulnerable.

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