Even in an intimate situation they battled for dominance. But her request was more to satisfy her curiosity. She had no doubt his chest was as exceptional bare as when he filled out a dress shirt, but she needed to know where that tattoo on his neck disappeared to.
But this time, Neil won. He grabbed at the hem of her shirt and lifted, her arms following his movements.
He fondled her breasts with his big hands, squeezing and kneading with precision. Her bra cups dipped below her nipples and he leaned in, taking one stiff peak into his hot mouth. She clutched his head, pushing him closer, harder.
Neil straightened and grabbed her hips. Without notice, she was off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.
He walked them to the nearest table, and sat her on the edge.
Neil reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. When the purple, shiny wrapper appeared Carson sighed. Thank goodness one of them was prepared. She hadn’t thought about protection once since they had agreed to sex.
While Neil ripped the wrapper, Carson took care of his erection, pulling it out of his pants. She cradled the thick member, rubbing along the smooth skin. And if she wasn’t in such a hurry to get off, she might have even leaned down and sucked it into her mouth.
When he was sheathed, Neil took position between her legs and rubbed his tip against her aching flesh, long, slow strokes up her folds, circling at her clit.
“Do it,” she cried. “Fuck me.”
With a groan and a thrust he plunged his cock inside her and didn’t let up for a second. He worked his hard length in and out to his own rhythm.
She gripped the rail than ran behind the first level of tables and braced herself, meeting his thrusts, and with every up-stroke their bodies fused together.
But it wasn’t enough.
She let her hands slide down her body, one hand tweaking her stiff nipple, the other finding her clit.
Before she’d barely touched herself, he pulled out and dropped to his knees, replacing her fingers with his mouth.
“Neil.” She gasped and lifted her head. “You don’t have to do…” She moaned. “Yes, yes! You have to do exactly that.”
Neil’s tongue worked magic on her clit. She bucked on the table, clutching his hair with her fingers.
She let her head fly from one side to the other, and when she looked down and found his green eyes staring up at her, she exploded.
Before the tremors of her orgasm subsided, he stood and plunged back inside her, thrusting hard and deep. The force of his cock sparked another orgasm and she soared.
He grunted, and with one last thrust, spasmed inside her.
Neil’s head rested against her shoulder. They both gulped in air and didn’t speak in what seemed like a long time, content to stay wrapped in each other’s embrace.
Finally Neil lifted his head and when their gaze met she shivered. He pressed his lips against hers and rattled her foundation with a scorching kiss. She wondered if every kiss would be like this, like it was the first time, every time.
Carson slid her arms up his hard chest and clasped them behind his neck. The closer contact caused her to thrust her hips upward, aching for round two. The kiss settled, their lips slowly parting ways.
She cradled her hand along his cheek.
“I’m already thinking about racing.”
Carson tensed. So it wasn’t as good for him as it was for her. Should she have expected any different?
“I’m thinking about what it would be like to fuck you on my bed after I win.”
She smiled. His mind was definitely somewhere other than on the actual track. Her work here was done.
He brushed her hair back off her face. “I’m thinking about what it would be like to fuck you on my bike.”
She grabbed at his chin and sternly said, “There will be no racing. And as for the fucking…”
“It stays between us,” he whispered. “This project is too important. I can’t let my private life overshadow it.”