Page 68 of Fast & Reckless
Suddenly she reached for him, spinning him around until he was the one pressed up against the door. “You have to be quiet,” she said. “And quick.”
“What …?”
Then she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Oh.
Oh.She was going to … His dick grew impossibly harder and sweat broke out across his forehead just imagining it.
“Mira …”
But he couldn’t remember what he was going to say as she started working the fly of his race suit open. It was so tight, and there were his fucking Nomex long underwear to get through,too. She’d never manage to get him out. He reached down, brushing her fingers out of the way. Reaching through the layers, he grasped his swollen dick, and freed himself.
Then she pushed his hand out of the way and closed her fingers around him.
He looked down at her. Blond curls, bare shoulders, parted lips, and the head of his cock right there in front of her. Fucking hell. “I can’t believe you’re going to—”
“Shhh,” she admonished. “Remember, quiet and quick.”
Then she slid him into her mouth. He immediately let out a loud guttural groan. She pulled off and glared up at him.
“Okay, okay,” he panted. “Quiet. Just please don’t stop.”Please don’t ever stop.
“And quick.”
He let out a strangled laugh. “That won’t be a problem.” He was so close to exploding already. This was going to take no time at all.
When she took him back into her mouth, he hissed through his teeth and pressed his fists to the door, grinding his teeth to hold back the groan building in his chest. Her mouth was soft and wet and warm and he was so hard, pulsing against her tongue with every stroke.
“So good,” he whispered. Tentatively he reached for her head, his fingers tangling in her curls. “Can I …?”
She hummed her assent, the sound vibrating right through him, amping up the pleasure. He wanted to grip her hair and thrust, but he held back, gently guiding her up and down his shaft, desperately trying to hold still. But as the pressure built in his gut, he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hips began moving in time with her strokes, and his fingers tightened in her hair of their own accord.
“I’m close …” he warned her, panting.
She answered by taking him deep and sucking hard. That was all it took. His orgasm exploded through him, pleasure racing through him, leaving him spent and shaking.
He tipped his head back against the door, dragging air into his lungs, dimly aware of her tucking him back in and closing up his drive suit.
“Goddamn,” he muttered when she finally rose to her feet.
She put a hand behind his neck and pushed herself up on tiptoe until she could whisper in his ear. “Now go win me that race and return the favor tonight.”
His mind immediately went to work, imagining all the shit he wanted to do to her when he finally had her back in his bed. He caught her around the waist and hauled her up against him. “I willwreckyou tonight,” he promised her.
30
Silverstone, England
“Will, we need to go over your itinerary for the break,” Violet said as she strode along at his side. The Lennox paddock was packed, and that was probably mostly because of him. Reporters, sponsors, wealthy fans, and patrons … the interest in Lennox was at a fever pitch as he racked up the wins. While it was gratifying, theirs wasn’t the attention he wanted right now.
