War Wounds - The Great American Race-1

"Ya know I heard you earlier." He said backing off a little.

"When?" She asked having forgotten her earlier comment, his cologne was what was driving her crazy now.

"About seein' me without the clothes..you know, this track is known for it's secrets." He smirked.

"What kind of secrets?" She asked playing into his game.

"The turns are dark, a body could absorb into the wall without so much as a notice from others." He said right by her ear this time.

She trembled slightly, DAMN! This man was so damn fine it was driving her to madness. Him touching her wasn't helping all that much either!

"You know I'm wondering what you'd do for me to keep me from tellin' the crews you're out here." He drawled.

"Whatever you want." She said barely breathing as she felt his large hand slide to her waist. Then felt him gently pulling her to him.

"Whatever?" He smirked.

"Yes." She gasped as she felt his calloused thumb stroke across her hardened nipple just outside her flimsy shirt.

"Show me." He said suddenly releasing her.
Having to slow her racing heart, and catch her breath that had left her lungs she looked up and swore she could see the mischievous glint in those baby blues of his. She stepped up to him, walked him further into the shadows of the turn and while pushing herself up against him, she ran her hands all over him. She wanted to know how he felt, she'd been watching racing for YEARS and had seen him from his start to now, and he was every bit as sexy as she'd always pictured him to be.

Slender in build, but muscles in ALL the right places, she pushed his obviously expensive leather coat off his shoulders where it fell onto the asphalt behind him. She slid her dainty hands up the front of his loose silk shirt, felt his chest muscles and slim waist, she felt his skin was hot and hard to the touch, wondering what else was hot and hard she slid one hand down to the front of him.

He let out a low groan as her hand slid down his already throbbing hardon, there too she could feel heat, she undid his jeans, he leaned back against the wall and let her have her way with him.

No words between them, she released him from his jeans and felt just how hard he really was, her mouth watering at the thought of feeling him down her throat, she steadied herself on the steady slope, slid down to her knees and very slowly, making sure to take her time. This was a memory she NEVER wanted to forget, she slowly took the head of his cock in her mouth, letting her tongue slide over him as she slid her head lower.

She heard him moan and felt his work roughened hands slide tenderly along her throat, to the back of her head where he buried his hands in her thick mane of brunette curls and held on as she set the pace and sucked and licked him so thoroughly she felt his legs tremble.

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