High Speed Hunger (4 page)

Chapter Five

Ty opened his apartment door and lowered Eileen to her feet. She briefly gazed about the room, but was too caught up in the moment to care whether they fucked here or downstairs or even outside. All that mattered, right now, was giving herself . . . to him.

"You don't have to do this," he said, although his gaze remained fixed on her hands as she continued where she'd left off on unbuttoning her blouse. He looked like a hungry man with her his next meal. And she was happy to feed him.

One by one, each button popped away, until her blouse gaped open. From the lust dirtying his gaze, she guessed a bomb could go off outside, and he'd never know it.

He finally looked up at her face. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life." Eileen shrugged out of the blouse. The silky garment slid over her shoulders to pool at her feet. "Do you like what you see?"

He closed the space between them. "Like isn't a strong enough word."

Eileen gasped when he cupped her breasts, lifting each high to bury his face between them. He sucked and nibbled each nipple through the satin bra until the puckered peaks ached for his hot, wet mouth.
Yes. Oh, my god, this is what I need!

Her head fell back as his mouth trailed up her neck, and at the same time, one of his hands trailed down her abdomen until it cupped her pussy. Instant heat and a trickle of desire wetted her panties from his bold moves.

"Mmm . . . sweet Eileen." Ty held her close and walked her backward until her ass hit the table. "Tell me what you want."

She gripped his shoulders and whimpered as his hard cock nudged her belly.

She wanted to draw him in, deep and demanding, wrap her legs around his waist, and never let him go. "I want you, Ty. Please, fuck me."

Her panties were soaked and her entire body tingled with anticipation. Ty gripped the hem of her skirt and slid it up her thighs, skimming his fingertips over her flesh along the way. Her nerves sizzled; everywhere, her flesh burned with need.

She wasn't a small woman, but he handled her as if she weighed no more than a plate, and he set her on the table. He wedged between her spread thighs, grinding his erection against her pussy.

She cupped his face and kissed him hard, arching, bringing him closer. His hot tongue snaked around hers, and with each flickering play, her pussy throbbed harder.

"Yes, Ty, yes. Please . . . ." She'd never begged a man before, but there was a first time for everything.

"Lay back," he said. Eileen needed no further convincing. She sprawled over the table, sucking in a sharp breath as the cool surface came into contact with her heated skin. She watched him intently, captivated, as he gazed over her body.

He smiled down at her, his eyes dark pools of desire, and then he brushed his knuckles gently over her wet panties.

Eileen whimpered and thrust her hips up, needing him to press harder. She wanted to cry with relief when he finally slid her panties to the side and used the pad of his thumb to circle her sensitive clit.

"
Oh, fuck
."

Slivers of electric heat swept through her core. She gyrated her hips under the pressure of his hand, the sensations evoking the slow, maddening build of a long overdue orgasm. She craved the feel of his cock buried inside her, his body weight overpowering her as they fucked on his kitchen table.

He watched her face intently as he slipped one finger and then two inside her pussy. She clenched around him, her body quaking. "Oh, yes, Ty. Yes . . . ."

How did he manage to command her body so easily? Hell, he'd have her bursting with an orgasm in no time at all.

He kissed and nipped her belly as he slid her skirt up around her waist. Licking intoxicating circles on his way down, he slowly lit her fire. The hot swipe of his tongue along her parted lips made her body tense, and she cried out. Eileen gripped his shoulders as her thighs shook. He was relentless. Feathering his tongue on her throbbing clit, he then slid a finger inside her pussy again.

It was all she could take. Eileen's hips jerked off the table as the orgasm hit her.

Delightful waves of searing heat rendered her into mush as Ty continued lapping up every wet trickle. She gripped his head, ground her hips against his mouth as the shockwave throbbed, tingling every nerve ending. The intensity of the orgasm was stronger than any she'd experienced before.

Ty moved up, grinning, his luscious lips glistening from her juices. He kissed her, giving her a taste of her own juices, and to her surprise, the heady flavor was like an aphrodisiac.. She writhed beneath his hard body, loving the feel of his cock nudging her pussy. He was ready to take her, and she wanted him to take her—hard.

"I want your cock in my mouth first," she said, pushing him away.

Ty chuckled, and took a step back. "As you wish."

Eileen watched hungrily as Ty slid his T-shirt over his torso and tossed it on the floor. She licked her lips, staring at his dark, muscular body. Faded tattoos covered his chest as well as a few scars. Firm biceps twitched as his fingers made quick work of his zipper. Seconds later, his meaty cock popped out.

Her eyes bulged. "Holy shit."

"What's the matter, love? Never had Jamaican cock before?"

Eileen blinked, staring at him with her mouth agape. "Uh, no, actually."

A little worried, yet drawn by the overwhelming urge to learn just how that big gun would fill her, Eileen slid off the table and sunk to her knees. A thought entered her mind. Her reaction just now may have resembled something a person might see in a back alley with money exchanged, but considering the day's events, she didn't give a shit. She wanted to slake her desires, and take her frustration out on Ty. By the expression on his face, he looked ready and willing for anything.

She kissed the crown, tasting the dribble of pre-cum, savoring the salty taste in her mouth. Ty gripped her shoulders, kneading them with his strong hands. For the first time she felt alive and brazen. Gone were the hurtful memories, replaced with a need to please and be pleased. He groaned when she kissed and licked her way down the underside of him, while cupping his balls. She massaged them, matching the rhythm of her other hand squeezing the base of his shaft. Stroking long and slow, she showed him through her actions just how much she enjoyed him. She took half the length of his dick inside her mouth, as far as she could take him. His thickness and length made her gag, and her pussy ached from her throat's contraction.

His thighs began to tremble and his breath came short and sharp.

Knowing she had him right where she wanted him made her feel powerful.

Giving head was something Eileen enjoyed, and she marveled at the wild look in his eyes with each back and forth glide of her mouth. She contracted her throat around his head while her lips stretched around his shaft. She was on fire and wanting so badly for him to be inside her.

Ty's balls tightened; he'd come soon. Although she would have swallowed, the urge to fuck him right now was too hard to ignore, and she wanted him at full mast when he took her.

Eileen released him with a resounding
pop
. She accepted his offered hands and slowly stood, a bit shaky from squatting between his legs. Tyrone pulled her close and his sexy lips descended on hers, urging her to follow his lead. The nudge of his naked cock against her belly overwhelmed and excited her, and she rocked against him, eager to take him in deep.

"Mmm . . . Eileen," he whispered against her lips. "Do you have any idea how badly I want you?"

"If it's as much as I need you right now—pretty bad."

He chuckled, guiding her back over the table. As she pushed herself up on top, Ty pulled her back so just her ass hung over the edge. "Don't go anywhere," he said, and strolled over to the bookshelf.

She watched him, amazed at how calm he appeared when inside she was ready to explode. He came back with a condom. Eileen stared, mesmerized as he opened the foil package and deftly rolled the latex over his big dick.

"Ready, baby?"

"Oh, hell yes."

Ty took position between her legs, his dark gaze fused on hers. Eileen cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he arranged her legs around his waist.

"Tell me what you want . . . ." Ty slid his cock along her slick pussy lips, eliciting a needy whimper.

She closed her eyes and moaned. "Fuck me." He inched his cockhead inside. "Oh.

Yes."

"How do you want it, baby?" He pulled out, and pressed back in, only feeding her the tip.

She squirmed, trying to pull him in deeper using her thighs, but again he pulled away. She'd never had a man ask her what she wanted or how she wanted it. "Fuck me, Ty. Fuck me hard. Now—"

Eileen screamed as Ty filled her right to the hilt. She clung to him as her body adjusted to his thickness; her sensitivity so acute, she felt the dizzying heat of an orgasm flutter to the surface already. Ty gripped her hip with one hand and fondled her breast with the other, feeding her every delightful inch of him.

"God, this is so hot." She was mesmerized by the play of his muscles with every thrust of his hips, how his arms flexed while he held onto her. The expression of absolute pleasure on his face as he stared down at her was ecstasy in itself.
Everything
instigated a deeper feeling of euphoria.

She slid back and forth on the table as Ty pumped deep and retreated slowly, maintaining a steady rhythm. Then he curved his body over hers and captured a nipple in his mouth. Eileen hugged him to her body, learning every curve and slope of his back with her fingers. She raked him with her nails and met his thrusts, falling deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

"That's my girl." Ty rolled her nipple between his tongue and teeth, murmuring dirty words in between with that wicked accent of his. Eileen gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh as he cupped her ass and lifted her higher, fusing their bodies tighter.

Just when Eileen thought it couldn't get any better, Ty pulled back, taking her with him. "I want you in front of me." He kissed her hard, sliding his delicious tongue in her mouth. She'd never been so wet or more turned on her life. A hot trickle of arousal slithered down her thighs.

Ty smacked her ass and turned her around.

Eileen leaned over the table and gripped the other side, moaning loudly as Ty slid his cock between her wet lips from behind. She never thought sex could be like this, so fulfilling and so passionate. She raised her bum in invitation, and when Ty entered her, she went over the edge immediately.

She cried out, clenching around him in orgasm as Ty picked up a pace and thrust harder. Faster. She felt lightheaded from the rush of her orgasm, still tingling through her, while he pumped and groaned from behind. He reached round and fondled her clit, sending her body into another spasm while his other hand lightly tapped her ass.

"Come for me, Ty. I want to feel you come."

He pulled back slowly and thrust in hard again, his balls slapping her lips. The table creaked and slid along the floor. "Yes," she cried. "Now!"

Ty slammed a hand on the table and groaned, pushing deep. His hard release pulsed again and again inside her as he leaned over her and kissed her shoulder.

Moments passed in silence, each of them enjoying the aftermath. "How do you feel now?" he asked. Ty slid her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck, making her body tingle all over again.

Eileen smiled, though Ty couldn't see it. "I feel . . . like a new woman."

"Mmm . . . good. Will you stay the night with me?"

"You couldn't make me leave."

He chuckled, and Eileen gasped when his cock twitched inside her. "Good girl.

I'm not done with you yet."

Chapter Six

Eileen avoided Ty the next day, embarrassed by her loose behavior, but most of all, she didn’t want anyone knowing something had happened between them. After she left his bed early that morning after a long night of the wildest sex she'd ever had, she went straight to Bobby's house and told him to fuck off. They were over. Not surprisingly, Bobby didn't take it hard at all. He basically said "Fine" and went back to sleep. If he really didn't care about her, why did he stick with her? She couldn't believe she'd wasted a year with the prick.

Now, she stood in the office, staring down at Jennifer as the little bitch tapped away at the keyboard.

Jennifer looked up and smiled. For a second, Eileen imagined the girl's head snapping back and blood gushing from her nose.

"Yes?"

Eileen shook the beautiful image out of her mind and refocused. "You're fired."

Jennifer's fingers stilled over the keys and her face paled. "What? Why?"

"For fucking my lead driver, that's why."

The secretary pushed her office chair back, ready to bolt, but the second she stood, Eileen made a move toward her. Jennifer's eyes bulged and she lifted her hands in self-defense.

"Eileen? Eileen!"

She gasped and dropped her hands, suddenly realizing she was about to choke the little slut, then took a step back. Wide-eyed, she stared at Jennifer who looked terrified. She could've killed her, probably would've if not for Ty walking in right at that moment. All of the stress and pain she'd suffered for so long had finally made her snap.

While she stood, frozen to the spot, staring at Ty, Jennifer raced past her and to the door. The bitch looked back with an evil smile, though her eyes still held a hint of fear. "I'm surprised you didn't fire me sooner. I figured your little boy-toy would've told you already."

"What are you talking about?"

Jennifer nodded to Ty. "Your little black stud. He didn't tell you what he saw the night before the party?" Jennifer laughed, obviously pleased she'd planted the seeds of doubt. "Poor girl. Looks like everybody uses you." And Jennifer walked out, letting the office door slam behind her.

Eileen broke down. She couldn't take any more. A sob burst from her lips and she sank into the chair Jennifer had vacated. Ty came forward, but she put up her hand.

"Don't you fucking dare. Get away from me."

"It isn't like what you think—"

"Isn't it?"

Ty stared at the floor. Maybe he was just like Jennifer and Bobby, only worse.

He'd made love to her and made her feel so good, only to hurt her like the rest of them.

Lies. Everybody lied to her.

"Isn't it?" she shrieked.

"I'm sorry, Eileen. I never meant to hurt you."

A steely calm settled over her. She grabbed the edge of the desk and pulled the chair in, turning her back to Ty. "I suggest you get back to work."

"Will you talk to me, please? I swear, Eileen—"

"I have nothing left to say. Now get out of my office."

She didn't want to turn around and look. Didn't want to see his handsome face, but she glanced over her shoulder just as the door closed behind him. A shudder racked her body, and she buried her head in her hands. Of all the people who made her feel rotten, knowing Ty knew the truth all along hurt the most. She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, hating herself and her life, but after a while, exhaustion took over, and she fell asleep at the front desk.

The door buzzed sometime later. Groggy and disoriented, Eileen lifted her face and rubbed her eyes.

"Did I just catch you sleeping on the job, honey?"

"Melody? I'm sorry. What time is it?"

Melody Evans, the mail lady, approached the front counter and dropped a stack of mail. "It's nearly three, dear. Where's Jennifer?"

Eileen straightened in her seat. "It's a long story, but I had to let her go."

Melody frowned, clearly confused. "Don't tell me you're doing her job now too . .

. ."

"Unfortunately, yes. But enough about me. How are you?"

"Oh, same old, my dear . . . same old."

Eileen watched Melody's features as the woman looked around the office. No wonder Pop stared at her so hard; the woman was beautiful. If it wasn't for the pure white hair, you'd never guess she was well into her fifties. Eileen had to admit, Melody made the blue postal shorts and shirt look sexy.

An idea popped into her mind. "Melody, you were a receptionist for the dentist before the mail service, right?"

"Yes I was, dear. Why?"

Eileen tried to hold back her grin. "I'll pay you double what you make now if you take over this office. What do you say? I'm desperate. I'll do anything . . . ."

Melody's eyes widened. She leaned over the counter and whispered conspiratorially, "And see your father every day?"

"Do you
want
to see him every day?"

Melody blushed and Eileen felt a surge of hope and happiness. It took every lick of patience she had not to pump the air with her fist.

"I hate delivering the mail. When would you need me?"

Right at that moment, the door leading into the shop out back opened, and there stood Pop on the threshold, his eyes wide. He looked nervous, and a little pale. He stared from Eileen to Melody and back again.

"Are you okay, Pop? You look ill."

"I cut my fuckin' finger near clean off," he grumbled.

Eileen jumped up to go to him, but Melody cut her off, rushing around the counter to take Pop's injured hand in hers. Eileen watched with a mixture of worry and amusement as Melody shushed Pop and dragged him toward the employee bathroom.

"What are you doing, woman?" Pop tried to snatch his hand back, looking mortified and embarrassed. "Quit manhandling me—"

"You settle down now. As your new receptionist, you'll listen while in
my
office."

"What?" Pop looked over his shoulder to Eileen. She grinned at him and waved.

"
Jesus
. . . ." he muttered, and they disappeared into the bathroom.

Finally,
Pop had the right woman ordering him around. Maybe now he'd find a little happiness.

Must be nice, she thought, feeling hopeless all over again.

* * * * *

Ty knew he shouldn't have messed with Jonnie's daughter, but damn it, he couldn't help himself. Eileen was so beautiful, strong, and passionate; he'd fallen for her fast. He couldn’t say if he loved her or not. All he knew for sure was that he cared for her, probably more than any other woman in his life.

Well, he'd really fucked things up, and she probably hated him. He just didn't want to toss himself in the middle of their business, but by stepping back, he'd made himself an accessory. Now Eileen didn't trust him.

The fact that she was his boss never really occurred to him, at least, not in the way she might be thinking. He wasn't trying to sleep his way to the top; he genuinely cared about her, and was attracted to her like the doomed moth to a flame.

If only he could make it up to her, but he wasn't sure how. Maybe she just needed time alone to sort through her emotions, and if he was lucky, she'd come around when she was ready. But she needed to make that move; he was certain of it.

Patience wasn't his strongest virtue.

When he woke up that morning, Eileen was gone. He didn't know what to make of it; usually the man left before morning and it stung his pride a little.

Now, as he sat in the car with his gloved hands gripping the wheel, he stared through the right-side window. Eileen didn't look at him, barely even acknowledged him. She walked around the car, giving it the once-over, then nodded to the push truck behind him.

Ty locked the car in gear. Once the truck got him far enough down the track and his engine turned over, he started the motor and sped like a demon over the dirt. The two years he'd spent away from racing, seemed like only yesterday, and he felt excited to be back in the game, until Eileen's face flickered before his eyes.

He imagined her facial expressions as he'd lowered himself between her legs; how she cried out and clutched his body when he thrust into her. He took the left turn tight and headed down the straightaway with angry purpose, wishing he'd handled things differently with her.

"You're being a little reckless out there, Ty," Eileen's voice came through his earpiece. He ignored her, taking the next left tighter and faster than the last. "What are you doing?" she shouted.

As he sped past her on the straightaway, Eileen waved her arms frantically in the air. "Can you hear me? Slow down . . . you're gonna kill yourself!"

Again, he ignored her, letting his emotions get the best of him. He wasn't the one who cheated on her and embarrassed her. That was all Bobby's doing.
He
was the one who ruined her trust in men. On the next left, his rear end fishtailed, and he gripped the wheel, turning into the slide to right the car. Any faster and he could've rolled it. His heart hammered, knowing his actions went beyond reckless, but he was too pissed to care.

"Bring my fucking car back!" Eileen screamed into the earpiece.

Ty pursed his lips, fighting the urge to shout back at her. He drove up to where she stood, shut off the engine, and pulled himself out of the window. He yanked the helmet off his head and chucked it onto the ground. As he stood there, fuming and confused, Eileen ran onto the track with a glare.

"What the hell were you trying to pull out there?"

"I don't know . . . drive?" What else could he say? He'd told her he was sorry earlier, but it wasn't good enough. "Why are you being so cold?"

She crossed her arms and shuffled her feet, refusing to look at him. "Just forget what happened between us, Ty. It's best this way."

"Like hell it is!" He rushed toward her and reached out to hug her, but she shoved him away.

Tears glistened in her eyes. "As far as I'm concerned, you're just another staff member. Sure, you'll be racing soon enough. Your skills on the track are more than impressive. But don't think you'll get any closer to me. You've proven that I can't trust you."

Eileen turned to walk away, but Ty grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"Before you leave, just listen to one thing. Please don't blame me for what Bobby did to you. I would
never
do that to you. The only thing I'm guilty of is not beating the shit out of him when I had the chance. Believe me, I wanted to, but at the time, it was none of my business. I didn't want you or your father thinking I was just trying to rat myself to the top."

Tears streamed down her cheeks and her chin quivered. It hurt him to know what she must be feeling, but she needed to know the truth. He needed her to hear him.

"Well, whatever your intentions were, you got what you wanted. You'll be driving for the team at the big race." And she walked away, leaving him dumbfounded.

What else could he say to her? How could he make her believe him?

The second he turned around, he caught a brief glimpse of a fist, before it cracked him in the jaw.

He fell to the ground, momentarily stunned by the shot. When he opened his eyes, the blurry vision of Bobby standing over him came into focus. "Caught ya off guard, didn't I? Guess my grade three education's worth somethin', ain't it?"

Ty kicked Bobby's shin, making him stumble back, giving Ty the chance to jump to his feet. He held his fists in front of his face and waited for Bobby to come at him.

"I'm going to enjoy this, you little shit," Ty said. "After what you did to her, you don't deserve to stick around."

"And you think
you
do?"

They circled each other, waiting for the moment to strike.

"I'm the number one driver, and nobody's gonna get in my way." Bobby sneered.

"Who, when, and where I fuck is no business of yours, banana boy."

"No. But it sure as hell is mine," Jonnie said.

Ty whirled around. Jonnie stood a few feet away, looking angry and hurt at the same time. He stared hard at Bobby. "And to think I thought of you as a son. If it wasn't for LeeLee giving you a chance, you'd still be wasted in some bar doing nothing with your life. You used my baby girl, and I don't take kindly to that at all. Consider your contract void, Bobby. You can pack your shit and leave."

"You can't void my contract, you fucking asshole. I'll take you to court!"

The old man smiled. "And I'll be waiting with a team of my best lawyers." He looked at Ty and gave him a sad smile.

"What about the World Bandit race?" Bobby shouted.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure we'll be just fine."

Bobby lunged at Ty, but he feigned right and went left, and the punch he landed to Bobby's jaw sent him flying back onto the dusty ground. He'd knocked him out cold.

Ty stood over him, feeling only slightly better that the fucker was finally silent.

He turned back to Jonnie. "What all did you hear?"

"Enough."

"Look, I'm sorry. I never meant to—"

Jonnie raised his hand, shushing him. "Let me tell you something, son.

Sometimes a father needs to stand back and let his little girl decide her own life. Now, I may have liked Bobby, but I knew he didn't make my little girl happy. It was just a matter of time, you see." Jonnie waved him over.

Ty left Bobby where he was on the dusty ground and walked with Jonnie. The old man looked thoughtful. "Don't you worry about LeeLee. She'll come around. I didn't raise no fool." He stopped and faced Ty, looking at him like a proud father would to a son. "You done good on that track. What would you say if I wanted you racing my car next week?"

Ty couldn't contain his smile. "I'd say you won't be disappointed, boss."

"Good. Now get your ass out of here. I have an ex driver to deal with."