“I want you to kiss me,” she said.
Jake’s smile abruptly faded, but it wasn’t because he didn’t want the same thing. He leaned down to her, closing his eyes, and she stood on the tips of her toes, lips colliding.
It was unlike any kiss Casey had ever experienced. Especially for a first kiss.
Their lips touched, and they both breathed in deeply at the same time. The world around them faded away, the rush of drivers and production staff, the grumble of engines. Casey felt wanted and seen, which made her feel ridiculously sexy.
She was the one who parted her lips first, welcoming his tongue and forcing her own into his mouth. She moaned as his body pressed against hers, lapping up his taste.
When she started to feel her core sizzle with desire, she pulled away, still holding his face in her hands. Jake was as breathless as was she. They stared at each other for a moment before he grinned, pulling her playfully by the hips into his own.
“Wow,” he growled. “You are such a good kisser.”
Casey laughed, slowly coming to the realization that they were still standing in the middle of the backstage area. Their make-out session had quickly grown hot and heavy to the point that her chest became flushed red, and her panties had dampened under her jeans.
Lord, I have not been fucked in so long.
They slowly slid their hands off one another and adjusted their clothing, but Jake let his hand linger in hers. It was a lovely and invigorating feeling to have someone magnetized to her like they couldn't bear to have any distance between them, even for a moment.
For the rest of the night, Casey felt like she had finally been set free. Jake was clearly as attracted as she was to him, constantly placing his hand on her thigh or back and placing naughty kisses on any and every patch of bare skin.
He lit her body into an inferno, as she was greatly drawn to men who didn’t have a problem with affection in public. Even though they were sitting in a skybox, surrounded by other rich people who were focused on the rally, Jake didn’t care about stealing a few kisses. Hell, even bites onto her skin. The tension was building, and Casey thought she just might explode if she didn’t get a chance to feel him inside her soon.
At one point, she was getting a drink from the skybox bar between truck rallies, and he came up behind her and squeezed her ass with a massive hand. She gasped, and he pressed himself up against her, and he leaned down to the nape of her neck.
His whisper was tantalizing and sexy. Casey thought she could orgasm right then and there.
“I want you,” he purred.
Casey was all for playing the teasing game. She pressed her ass against his pelvis, feeling a stone-hard cock beneath his jeans. She moved it in circles discreetly as she waited for her drink.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he crooned.
She abruptly stopped rubbing her ass, then took her beer. She spun around, then brought a finger to his mouth.
Casey pressed her finger against his lips, and he looked at her like a hungry animal. “I hope you can handle it,” she said in her sultry tone.
He was stunned and watched her walk back to their seats. Casey could feel his eyes on her, undressing her with his mind, and it made her feel like the sexiest, most powerful woman on earth.
Casey could feel Jake’s impatience growing as the night went on. There were two more events, which they both seemed to be genuinely enjoying. But she found herself barely able to focus with dirty and sensual thoughts filling her brain to the point of insanity.
Jake kept his hand on her leg for the rest of the show. Every now and then, he would kiss her, pushing them both closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. If Casey hadn’t been constantly reminded by the sound of rampaging monster trucks, she would have pushed Jake onto his back and ridden his cock right then and there.
The second the event finished, Jake grabbed her hand and led her back to the car. She barely saw anything that was speeding past her. Casey was fogged with desire and excitement. It was a hypnotic sensation she had never felt in her life.
When they got to the car, Casey slid into the back first. Jake got in hastily, threw down his hat, and pulled her into his arms.
Their kiss was intense, sloppy, and passionate. The driver started going as they both moaned each other’s names, with Casey climbing on top of Jake and straddling him. She rocked on top of his hard cock, sitting like a lead pipe under his pants.
“Mmm, Jake,” she groaned as he kissed and bit her neck.
He ran his hands up and down her back, then arrived at her chest. He looked at her, a primal gaze in his eyes.
She cupped her breasts and began rubbing them in front of him. “Jake, I need you,” she said softly.
He touched her breasts lightly, looking like a man under a witch's spell. He then began to rub them with more strength, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through Casey’s body.
“Let’s get a hotel,” he said ravenously, then yelled the same to the driver. “I really can’t wait any longer to eat you up.”