Slow Ride (Fast Track #5)(29)
Author: Erin McCarthy

“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes rolling back in her head, fingers digging at the comforter on his bed for purchase, something to ground her as she fought the urge to squirm.

Diesel bent over and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “I’m torturing you.”

He wasn’t lying. She was definitely feeling like she was in pain. “Please. Please give it to me. Please?”

Hearing that soft pleading coming off of Tuesday’s lips nearly undid Diesel. She was a sassy, feisty woman, despite her earlier assertion that she would be submissive in bed. Already she had butted heads with him a couple of times, and Diesel liked that. He liked that she said whatever she was thinking. But he also liked that he had reduced her to the point of begging him softly, little mews punctuating each word, her eyes squeezed shut, and her nails digging into the bed.

He wasn’t just torturing Tuesday, he was definitely on the verge of doing himself in at the same time. The taste of her was still on his mouth, the feel of her coming, her thighs pressed against him, embedded in his memory, and he wanted to just pound away at her until he exploded all inside her. He prided himself on control during sex and she was on the verge of making him lose it. So he was gritting his teeth and pulling back, teasing them both by just touching her silky opening before retreating, over and over.

It was exciting as hell that she was so clean shaven down there, allowing him to see every inch of her dewy pink sex, allowing him to reach down and lap at a trail of moisture that had trickled down her thigh. She was so sexy, her legs long and beautiful, her br**sts high and tight. He knew he needed to get a condom, but the warm tightness of her body opening for him was just too good of a feeling. He fought back a groan when she wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him in closer with her heels.

He would have held off except she actually kicked him, a little encouraging giddy-up. Then he couldn’t wait any longer, especially when she said in a tight anxious voice, “I’m on the pill. Unless you have some gross disease, you need to f**k me right now.”

That was all the information he needed. He knew he was clean and he trusted she was, too.

Holding on to her thighs, Diesel thrust into her with one hard push. She groaned. He groaned. Pausing to let the ecstasy roll over him, his c**k throbbing inside her, Diesel savored the sensation of her wrapped around him, hot and wet.

“My God, you feel so good,” he told her.

Her answer was both a soft moan and a tightening of her inner muscles on him. It felt so amazing that Diesel jerked in response, his hands digging into her flesh, a sweat breaking out on his forehead, his legs twitching as he fought the urge to orgasm immediately. He wanted to make this last, but she wasn’t going to make it easy on him.

So he gave in and just started pounding away on her, thrusting in and out as her moans got louder and his desire spiraled out of control. She was so tight and hot, her legs spread so willingly for him, her head turning back and forth as she voiced her pleasure, louder and louder with each thrust. When her hand came up onto his chest, pushing into him like she couldn’t take it anymore, Diesel knew it was time to finish this. Taking her even harder, he reached down and flicked his finger over her clitoris. Tuesday rewarded him by immediately coming, her muscles milking his c**k as she moaned through her orgasm.

It was all he needed to pull back and give one last push, then he exploded inside her, teeth gritted, eyes clamped shut.

Good God.

The pleasure was so intense Diesel forgot to breathe for a second. When the final waves quieted, he pried his eyes open and sucked in some much-needed air. Looking down at Tuesday, he just panted and gazed at her in amazement. What the hell was that? He hadn’t felt anything like that . . . ever. Damn, she was incredible.

She looked like she had enjoyed herself equally. Her hands were still above her head, but she dragged one over to rake her hair out of her face. She was dewy with sweat, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. With a little laugh, she kicked him in the ass again with her heel.

“You need to quit kicking me, sweetheart,” he told her.

“No,” she said, a satisfied smile on her beautiful face.

How could he resist that? With a grin of his own, Diesel leaned down and gave her a nice smacking kiss before easing himself out of her.

She complained, trying to hold him inside.

“Give me ten minutes then you can have it back.”

“Promise?”

Her voice was actually a little dreamy and Diesel swallowed hard, his throat suddenly tight. She looked absolutely beautiful lying there like that and he had unexpected alien feelings rising up in him. The fact that he was experiencing anything other than ball-draining satisfaction sent him into a minor panic, so he worked his bad knee a few times and backed away from the bed. “Let me get you a towel,” he told her.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s already all on your sheets.” She shrugged, that lazy smile still on her face. “Come snuggle with me.”

He wasn’t sure that he had ever actually had a woman ask him to snuggle. Presumably women wanted to, but they were never bold enough to ask for it. Nor did he think he would have said yes to any woman but Tuesday. She was just such a paradox, strong and yet vulnerable, and he found that he really did want to lay in bed with her and do nothing.

So he surprised the hell out of himself by climbing onto the bed and arranging himself next to her. With an ease that should have scared him, he pulled her partially onto his chest, while her leg entwined with his.

“Mmm,” she said, her breathing slow and deep.

Her hair draped across his shoulder, and the V of her legs where they had just been joined in such pleasant friction, was warm against his thigh. Her back was smooth as he stroked it absently with the pad of his thumb.

“You’d better not fall asleep,” he told her, nudging her a little. “I have plans for you.”

“You said ten minutes. I’m regrouping.”

“I think we’re down to eight.”

“Uh-oh.” She yawned then kissed his chest. “Maybe we should just pull a blanket over us and fall asleep.”

“You’re the one who made me promise I’d give it to you again soon.” Diesel smacked her tight backside with his hand, wishing he hadn’t dropped the crop. “No sleeping. In fact, get over here.” Using his hand to cup her ass, he hauled her over onto him fully. “Time’s up.”

“Ahhh,” she said in protest, her body limp as she landed on him, all limbs and warm skin.