Page 15 of Lust

I give her the tiniest flick and her body spasms, before I continue to rub her. Small sweet circles seemed to do the trick. So I continued the pattern and then saw her nipples stiffening and I bring my mouth down to one, sucking so slightly and she began to shake, this time her hands clenching my shoulders, as she came. As her mouth parted, I brought my lips over hers, and thrust into her, capturing her scream in my mouth. Feeling her clenching around my dick.

Her eyes flash open, and I see determination in them, as she came down to earth. Her hands ran over my tattooed skin. And then without even saying anything, she pushes me to roll over. And I let her get her way. Fuck I was becoming a pussy in the bedroom.

Letting the woman control things.

She then rode down my length, and I was the one gritting my mouth shut, as she continued to the slaughter of her body on mine.

Nothing more beautiful than seeing Ivory ride my dick, and I couldn’t control myself, as she continued.

I remember the lack of a condom, and need her to ease up. Last thing I needed was a baby.

“Darlin’ I’m not shielded.” I clench her hips, in place, my dick deep in her. Her eyes lock with mine.

“I’ve got the injection.” And her words while should bring me relief actually annoyed me. Did she go around having unprotected sex with lots of other men. Then the thought of other men seeing her like I had tonight, infuriated me.

But then my mind was distracted as she moved on me. Fuck it. I’ll worry about laying claim tomorrow. Then that thought actually goes through my head again. Laying claim? Wasn’t this a one night stand?

Angry with myself, I flip her over, and take her again. Though this time I wasn’t letting myself get distracted. I’d claim her tomorrow, I thought, as I fucked her with no control.

9

Ivory

The days all blurred into one long ass fortnight. The car was ready for qualifications and the race started this weekend. I was tweaking the back up gear when I heard Gabe’s car approach. I knew the sound of his motor. He had been distracted lately and I didn’t know why.

Had a feeling though it was because of a woman whose name is Olivia.

“Ivory.”

I heard my name and turned to look at him. “Gabe.” I looked him up and down. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He said, clearly lying to me. “I’ve got something I need to tell you.”

I heard the seriousness in his tone and abandoned the spare parts and headed to him. “Okay?”

“I’m not racing this year.”

I blinked. I blinked again. “Sorry,” I say and smile a little. “I thought you just said we weren’t racing this year.” I shake my head “What did you say?”

Then I read his expression. No I couldn’t have seriously heard him correctly.

“What, why?” Was all I could muster up.

He looked at me coolly. “I need to put my personal life first.”

I slowly begin to glare at him. “What personal life?” What was he keeping from me? I gritted my teeth pointing the spanner I had in my hand at him. “This is about her, isn’t it.”

It was the smallest fault in his eyes that gave me the answer.

I scoffed. “Why would she want you to pull out? How could she even ask that of you! OF US!”

“Like I said my personal life needs to come first. And this,” he gestured at the shed. “Isn’t making the cut this time.”

“You can’t be serious. You are seriously walking out on the stock car and us?” I state it clearly and raise a hand. “Are you putting her before us? Before our dedication to the team?”

Gabe hesitated. “I knew you wouldn’t understand. You’ve never loved anything or anyone.”

That fucking hurt. “Yeah and who taught me that!” I hissed at him, and throw the spanner at the bench. “Fine. We aren’t racing.”

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