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The Chase

The Chase (Fast Track #4)(14)
Author: Erin McCarthy

She gave a soft laugh as her finger worked down the zipper then moved to his button. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Unzipping my fly. But to what purpose?”

“I’m going to get on you and ride you.”

Evan’s ears rang with a dull buzzing. His vision blacked out. Every muscle in his body constricted.

Sweet Jesus. Was she serious?

“If that’s okay with you, that is.”

He nodded, rapidly, mouth too full of anticipatory saliva to respond. Not that his brain could form words anyway. He no longer had a brain. He was just a giant cock, standing up at attention, waiting desperately for her to do something with him.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked again, stroking up and down on him.

Finding his voice, he said gruffly, “Hell, yes, I’m sure.” To prove it, he reached out and undid her jeans, a little tit for tat.

Somewhere in the back of his mind it occurred to him this might be a bad idea. He and Kendall had just started talking again after a decade and their newfound friendship was fragile at best. Sex would complicate that. But the tiny corner of his brain that had any sense whatsoever was drowned out by testosterone flooding into every nook and cranny of his consciousness.

“Oh, good,” she said, and her voice was breathy and excited, which spurred him into action.

Undoing her pants, Evan pushed up her shirt at the same time he exposed her panties. Kissing the soft skin of her belly, he flicked his tongue along the top of her panties, stroking back and forth on the warm flesh. She shivered, her fingers pressing into his shoulders.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

Now it was her time to just nod.

“Let me see.” Evan slid into her pink panties, cupping her mound, before pushing his index finger inside her. She was slick with want and deliciously tight. “Oh, yeah. Very wet.”

And damn if she wasn’t moving her hips in rhythm already, forcing his finger deeper. A glance up showed Kendall’s eyes were half-closed, her head tilting back, hair sliding across her face. Sexy didn’t even begin to describe it. He let her move for a minute, pumping faster, her breath coming in urgent pants, before pulling his finger out.

She protested with a whimper. But Evan was already shoving her jeans and panties down to her knees.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, suddenly aware that he had no condom, and even if he did, he didn’t want to wait to unwrap it. He wanted her now. Before now. For the last ten years now.

“Yes.” Kendall wasn’t looking at him, but was staring down at his cock, which he had freed from his pants and boxer briefs.

He thought she might hesitate, change her mind, but she just put her foot on the bumper and said, “Help me with the physics involved here.”

“My pleasure.” Evan grabbed her ass and hauled her right onto him. “Just bend your knees on the hood. Gravity will actually be our friend.”

He leaned back just a little, then when her legs were in place, he settled her right over his erection. Teasing with the tip at her hot, slick entrance, he closed his eyes and swallowed hard against the desire rushing up inside him.

While he would have just sat there savoring, gathering control, Kendall didn’t pause for more than a beat before she drove herself down onto him.

She moaned in his ear, an exhalation of the same ecstasy he felt.

Knowing she was going to have limited movement, Evan grabbed her hips and thrust up inside her welcoming body.

Damn it.

This was crazy good. This was unreal. This was wild and fast and intense.

Her little cries rang in his ear and he pushed into her harder, wanting to take that sound and own it, hold it. He pumped and she groaned and he didn’t hold back at all. Just gave it to her with all his pent-up frustration and feeling.

When she came almost immediately, Evan felt the most profound satisfaction he’d encountered in a long-ass time.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered. “That was . . .”

“Amazing?” he asked, slowing down just slightly to give her a second to catch her breath.

“Embarrassing.”

Evan stopped altogether. “Excuse me?”

“It took you sixty seconds to get me off. That’s embarrassing.”

Reassured, he kissed her earlobe. “We just have good chemistry, that’s all. Now be quiet.”

Kendall stuck her tongue out at him, but drew it back immediately on a moan when he lifted her hips and dropped her down hard on him.

Aware that he was probably squeezing her hips a little too hard, Evan eased up. But it was hard to stay loose, in control. Kendall was sitting on his c**k on a Corvette and he was condom free. This was a freaking dream come true. This was a calendar. A video.

The thought of being able to watch a replay of Kendall doing this to him, over and over, made him groan. Still feeling a bit of a rum buzz, Evan wasn’t as cool as he’d have liked to be. Her br**sts were brushing his chest, her fingertips digging into his shoulders, her lips dropping feathery kisses on the corners of his mouth, and he was gone. The way she wrapped around him, legs, hips, sweet hot insides around the length of him, he gave in and exploded.

CHAPTER FIVE

KENDALL felt the unbelievable sensation of a second orgasm sweep over her as Evan came deep inside her, his grip tight on her waist, his guttural cries ringing in her ear. She never came twice. Not this close together and not from penis. To pop off a second time she always needed o**l s*x. But there was no denying that she was coming, and she clung to him, her legs awkwardly bent but not even bothering her.

It was just pure pleasure, just fast, stripped down, raw ecstasy.

And it was embarrassing, she hadn’t been lying about that.

One kiss, and she was jumping on him on the hood of her car.

Thirty seconds and she was having an orgasm.

Two minutes and she was doing it all over again.

Breathing hard, her body quivering with aftershocks, Kendall clung to Evan, her head on his shoulder. Swallowing hard, she tried to think of something to say, but there was nothing that came to mind. He didn’t seem inclined to talk either, and they sat like that, his hands holding her from sliding off and hitting the dirt road, until her heart rate returned to normal and she was altogether too aware of the fact that there was a biting wind and where it was biting her was on the butt.

“Guess we should move,” he murmured in her ear. “Your legs are shaking like Jell-O.”

That, too.

But part of her wanted to stay that way indefinitely. Stay wrapped in his arms in the aftermath of an explosion of passion. Once she moved, it would turn awkward, and regret would wrap around her like a scratchy wool blanket.

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