intoxicating. It was everything masculine and delicious that I had thought it would be. I wanted to touch him. I trailed my hands up his arms until they met behind his head, running through his hair and pulling gently.
He closed his eyes, moaning softly. It was all the encouragement that I needed to capture his lips with my own. My body reacted to his touch right away, my body fluttering and my core slashing around itself, begging to be filled with his rod.
I knew that this was going to lead to more and I was ready for it. When our lips touched, the passion was thick in the air. As my tongue darted in and out of his mouth, I tasted the beer on his lips and by body begged for more.
After several minutes, I broke away from him. I wanted to be undressed and laying with him. I no longer wanted to be in a crowded bar where people would stop me from stripping down. I wanted to be where I could feel his touch caressing every part of me.
I was panting and out of breath when I looked up at him, pushing him away from me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, breathlessly.
I shook my head. “Not a damn thing.”
“What was that about?” he asked again. “Not that I’m complaining.”
I smiled, “I just thought it would be fun. Hey, do you want to get out of here?”
He nodded his head and rose up from his seat, paying the tab and taking my hand. As we walked past Luke, I saw just how upset our little display had made him.
I knew that Desmond would see the jealous look on Luke’s face too, and I thought about how wonderful it must be for him to be able to rub it in Luke’s face. He didn’t seem like the type of man who got stood up very often. Of course, neither did Desmond.
As we made our way outside, he didn’t let go of my hand. We walked in peaceful silence back through the gates to the raceways and to the temporary garage. As we walked, I couldn’t help but wonder if he treated all the woman he slept with so kindly.
He was not just an amazing racer and wonderful person; his touch was like licking the hand of Aphrodite. I wanted and needed more of him like it was some kind of curse.
Whatever happened, I told myself that I would not let my emotions get the best of me. Just because I wanted to have wild and passionate sex with the man at my side, didn’t mean that we had to have some sort of long and drawn out relationship. He was still my employer, and it was still just sex to me. As least that’s what I told myself and it was a lie I was happy to keep alive.
9
Desmond
F or the first time in my life, I was nervous about what was about to happen. I knew that I wanted Amber more than any other woman I had ever desired. Still, something inside of me felt strange.
My stomach did a little flip each time she bit her lip and glanced over at me as we walked back to the shop. When we got to the tent, my eyes naturally darted over to Theresa. After years of racing against Luke, it was always my first instinct to check on the car.
Amber smiled and took my hand, leading me towards the car. When we reached the hood, she leaned against it, looking good enough to eat. I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her hips and pressing her core close to my growing shaft.
The short skirt that she was wearing had been driving me insane all night. I wanted to rip it off of her. She playfully pushed me away and jumped back when I tried to grab her. I watched in amusement as she climbed into the passenger side of the car.
“Have you ever done anything bad in here?” she asked me as she disappeared into the car.
I thought about it for several minutes. Theresa had always been a gem to me. I had never been able to bring a woman near her. They just didn’t seem to understand how important she was. She would always be more than all of them put together. Of course, that was before I met Amber. Now, everything was different.
“No.” I answered earnestly, “I guess we just never made it that far.”
“Well, aren’t you a player,”
He closed his eyes, moaning softly. It was all the encouragement that I needed to capture his lips with my own. My body reacted to his touch right away, my body fluttering and my core slashing around itself, begging to be filled with his rod.
I knew that this was going to lead to more and I was ready for it. When our lips touched, the passion was thick in the air. As my tongue darted in and out of his mouth, I tasted the beer on his lips and by body begged for more.
After several minutes, I broke away from him. I wanted to be undressed and laying with him. I no longer wanted to be in a crowded bar where people would stop me from stripping down. I wanted to be where I could feel his touch caressing every part of me.
I was panting and out of breath when I looked up at him, pushing him away from me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, breathlessly.
I shook my head. “Not a damn thing.”
“What was that about?” he asked again. “Not that I’m complaining.”
I smiled, “I just thought it would be fun. Hey, do you want to get out of here?”
He nodded his head and rose up from his seat, paying the tab and taking my hand. As we walked past Luke, I saw just how upset our little display had made him.
I knew that Desmond would see the jealous look on Luke’s face too, and I thought about how wonderful it must be for him to be able to rub it in Luke’s face. He didn’t seem like the type of man who got stood up very often. Of course, neither did Desmond.
As we made our way outside, he didn’t let go of my hand. We walked in peaceful silence back through the gates to the raceways and to the temporary garage. As we walked, I couldn’t help but wonder if he treated all the woman he slept with so kindly.
He was not just an amazing racer and wonderful person; his touch was like licking the hand of Aphrodite. I wanted and needed more of him like it was some kind of curse.
Whatever happened, I told myself that I would not let my emotions get the best of me. Just because I wanted to have wild and passionate sex with the man at my side, didn’t mean that we had to have some sort of long and drawn out relationship. He was still my employer, and it was still just sex to me. As least that’s what I told myself and it was a lie I was happy to keep alive.
9
Desmond
F or the first time in my life, I was nervous about what was about to happen. I knew that I wanted Amber more than any other woman I had ever desired. Still, something inside of me felt strange.
My stomach did a little flip each time she bit her lip and glanced over at me as we walked back to the shop. When we got to the tent, my eyes naturally darted over to Theresa. After years of racing against Luke, it was always my first instinct to check on the car.
Amber smiled and took my hand, leading me towards the car. When we reached the hood, she leaned against it, looking good enough to eat. I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her hips and pressing her core close to my growing shaft.
The short skirt that she was wearing had been driving me insane all night. I wanted to rip it off of her. She playfully pushed me away and jumped back when I tried to grab her. I watched in amusement as she climbed into the passenger side of the car.
“Have you ever done anything bad in here?” she asked me as she disappeared into the car.
I thought about it for several minutes. Theresa had always been a gem to me. I had never been able to bring a woman near her. They just didn’t seem to understand how important she was. She would always be more than all of them put together. Of course, that was before I met Amber. Now, everything was different.
“No.” I answered earnestly, “I guess we just never made it that far.”
“Well, aren’t you a player,”
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