Page 52 of Black Flag

“You just had me notmore than two hours ago.”

“I don’t care.” He saidshaking his head. “youshouldn’t have worn thisdress.” Jameson’s hands reached up as though he was going to pull my pantiesoff and then chuckled against my lips. “Oh yeah, I have those.” Another chuckleescaped him before he deepened the kiss.

Wrapping my legs aroundhis waist, I dug my heels into his ass. He groaned fumbling with the button ofhis jeans, trying desperately to free the eager camshaft. Struggling with this,he shifted my weight to one hand, pushing his leg under my ass to support me.The other one slammed against the billboard in frustration.

“Damn it.”

“Hey, calm down.” Ireached between us. “Look here...letme help.”

“Sorry...I just want you, right now.” He growledattacking my neck with kisses. “I can’t wait.”

“Here...see, not that hard.”

“I am hard!” Jamesonresponded defensively.

“Jesus Christ Jameson!I was talking about getting your pants off, not your camshaft.”

“Oh,” he mumbledpositioning for boring. But he didn’t slip it in right away, instead helubricated it, sliding back and forth against my oil slickened crankcase,teasing with reciprocating motions.

“Jameson,” I warned. Heknew I didn’t care for assembly prep. I wanted to get to the good stuff.Assembly was for virgins in my mind.

He chuckled pressing mehard into theCoors Lightbillboard we were press forging against.

It was impossible forme to record the sounds that issued from both of our mouths. Moans and groansmixed in between sounds that were so close to sobs that I would’ve been worriedif I was not so focused on my own pleasure. Our eyes never broke contact and Icould see the uncontained lust in Jameson’s, mirroring my own, the palemoonlight illuminating the spark between us.

His hands never stayedin one place long, instead they lingered over my entire body, seeminglytouching everywhere at one. He held me, caressed me, felt me, embraced me...it was as though his hands were tryingto memorize the feeling knowing our time was limited.

I moaned indecipherablyarching my back against the billboard with a new intensity, breaking ourrhythm.

I felt him twitch atthe change in pace and knew that he, too, was close. “So close...” was his assuringreply.

The rumbling of theengines on the other side of the billboard, vibrating my entire body onlyheightened the sensations.

“FUCK!” I moaned,though it sounded more like a shout or some sound a dying cat would make.Without realizing it, I pulled him impossibly closer to me, my arms around hisshoulders, our chests colliding.

Removing my lips fromhis, biting down on his neck, sucking as I felt the rapid beating of his pulseunder my tongue. My eyes clenched together so hard I could see stars, my heartfelt like it was going to explode.

A whimper of pleasureescaped me as my orgasm coursed through me. At some point, I realized thatJameson must have too, as I could feel his heartbeat slowing, his musclesrelaxing. He looked up at me from there, flushed skin under the moonlight,swollen lips, and deep purple love bite—my mark on him.

My shaking fingerstraced along it. “Sway three. Jameson two.”

His eyebrows archedsetting me down, eyeing my hair. “Nice sex hair.”

Damn it.

His hand brushed overmy cheek, his thumb swept softly across my lower lip. A grin formed. “We’retied again honey.”

We made it back aroundto the pits after our abrupt disappearance to find Spencer smiling at us.

“What?” Jameson snappedwalking toward his sprint car to get ready for the race. “Why are you sosmiley?”

“Charlie fired theflagger. Someone needs to go flag the next race...and well...Emmais up there so...” his smile grew. “Idon’t think I need to say the rest.”

Shit!

Jameson turned towardme. “Can you go take care of that?”

“Whyme?You’re the owner.”

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