Authors: BL Bonita
Tags: #sprint car, #Contemporary, #Contemporary Erotic Romance, #Romance, #interracial, #Erotic Romance, #racing
High Speed Hunger (5 page)
Chapter Seven
After the fight with Bobby and Pop firing him, Eileen felt a huge weight lifted from her shoulders, and then Pop told her what he'd heard. She was glad Bobby was gone. Now, she had to make things right with Ty. She felt like an asshole for not believing him. She knew now what he did wasn't to hurt her, and if the roles had been reversed, she probably would've done the same.
After midnight, and a few glasses of wine, she ascended the steps to Ty's apartment. She took a deep breath and knocked on his door. Not knowing what to expect, she couldn't blame him if he chose to ignore her. After the way she'd treated him, she felt like a bitch.
No answer. She was just about to turn away when the door suddenly whipped open. Eileen sucked in a sharp breath when Ty's wet body loomed in the doorway. A white towel hung loose over his hips. She swallowed, trying hard not to look down.
"I . . . uh . . . I'm sorry. I was just—"
"Checking up on me?" The corner of his delicious mouth tipped up.
Eileen blushed. "I came to apologize. I was an asshole, and I—"
Ty put a finger to her lips and yanked her inside, shutting the door behind them.
He didn't give her a chance to finish. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her roughly, while working his hands down her body until he cupped her ass, pulling her hard against him.
Eileen pulled away, panting. "Oh, god, I'm sorry. I should never have doubted you."
He slid his tongue across her lips and into her mouth. She whimpered, already weak from the erotic contact. Her knees quivered as he commanded her body, and within seconds of being dragged through the door, she was already wet and running her hands over his sexy ass, digging her fingernails into those hard globes.
This was the last thing she expected.
Ty picked her up and carried her to the bed, which had been made with the covers pulled back. The TV was on; she caught a brief glimpse of a popular show where women had men tested to find out who the father of their baby was.
"You watch this shit?"
Ty silenced her with another hot kiss and laid her back on the mattress. The poor old sofa-bed squeaked in protest as he covered her body with his. He pushed her shirt up and pulled her bra beneath her tits, exposing them. Her hips arched off the bed when he rolled a nipple between his teeth and bit down.
"Sometimes watching other people's drama makes me forget my own," he said, before he directed his attention to the other nipple. "I'm glad you came to your senses. I missed you."
Eileen gasped when he drove his groin against her crotch. "Oh! God, I missed you too. I realized that I probably would've done the same thing if I was in your shoes."
He smiled, then kissed her again, making her forget all about the situation. "I have a surprise for you." He pulled away, leaving her panting and squirming on the bed, to grab something from the bookshelf. Her eyes grew wide as he pulled out a dildo.
Eileen blushed, unable to tear her gaze away from the big, pink vibrator. The promise of sexual gratification his cock
and
a vibrator could give her made her body tingle with excitement.
"If this is punishment, you're a smart man."
He chuckled. "First, I want your word on something."
She nodded, although she couldn't help but feel nervous over what he was going to say.
"I want you to trust me. I know things happened fast between us and not under the best circumstances, but know that I'll never do what Bobby did to you."
She exhaled, relieved. "I do trust you, Ty."
"Good girl. Now get naked and spread your legs."
His seductive command slithered through her body like a wet caress. She arched her hips off the couch and slid her skirt down, kicking it away. Panties, bra, and tank top came next, until she lay naked and vulnerable before him. His heated gaze warmed her heart and sparked the fiery vixen within her . . . and then she spread her legs.
His grin was simply devilish and delicious. "Good girl."
"I told you before not to call me girl."
The buzz of the vibrator echoed through the room. The second the beast slid between her wet pussy lips, she cried out and gripped the mattress. "Oh, fuck."
"You like that, baby?"
"Yes," she moaned. And if that wasn't amazing, when he drove the vibrator into her pussy while he sucked her clit, she teetered on the edge of madness immediately.
Her entire body shook as he thrust the buzzing shaft in and out, and within seconds, she was screaming and coming. "Fuckin' hell."
"Now, for the fun part."
Still in a daze, she barely heard him. "What?"
"Are you ready?"
"For what?"
Ty fingered her anus, lightly probing and circling the place never before touched by a man.
"Oh, god." She closed her eyes and tried to relax to the new sensation. He worked the tip of the vibrator over her clit, shocking her body with delicious vibrations. She whimpered, pressing harder against the buzzing weapon, wanting it inside her again.
Better yet, she wanted
him
inside her.
"Relax, baby," he murmured. "You'll get what you want soon."
His finger was all the way inside her ass now, and she enjoyed it, loved it. She pushed against him, begging him to fuck her. Being taken in both places at once would be by far the most erotic, naughty thing she'd ever done.
Ty moved over her body again, but this time, he slid the vibrator down to her ass. He kept it there between her cheeks, buzzing her into madness as he guided his cock to her slick pussy. He entered her deeply, slowly. Her entire body was burning from the inside out.
"Please, Ty, please . . . ." She pushed harder against him, forcing him to enter her fully, and then, just as she was enjoying his cock buried to the hilt, he pushed the vibrator in her ass.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
She'd never felt so taken, so owned, so fucking turned on. At first, she felt a stab of pain, but as he pushed gently, while strumming her clit, soon Eileen was bucking against him with her own hungry demand. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples as he worked her body to a mind-blowing crescendo. Her high-pitched moans and his guttural groans resounded throughout the room. Sweat glistened on his skin and she wanted to lick him, wanted to taste the salty flesh.
She cried out with every delicious stroke, closer and closer to orgasm.
Eileen clung to him, beyond happy to find a man who made her feel cherished, and so blissfully awakened. Soon he removed the dildo and leaned over her body, raising her ass higher to fuse their bodies tighter.
"Sit down. I want you beneath me," she said and reached round to dig her nails into the flesh of his ass cheeks.
Ty chuckled, pulling away and sat back on the mattress, resting his body against the back of the couch. Eileen straddled his lap, guided his cock to her pussy, and sank down, engulfing him with a lusty moan.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Ty groaned.
She gripped the back of the couch on either side of his head and ground her hips.
Arching her back, she pressed her tits in his face and moaned when he sucked and nipped on her taut nipples.
"Come with me." She panted each word.
He gripped her waist, raising her higher and pulling her down roughly. Eileen cried out, slamming onto his cock as she shuddered in delightful orgasm, just as Ty growled between her breasts. The hard, hot pulse of his release filled her, and she fell against him.
He kissed her shoulder and rubbed her back. "Eileen?"
She pulled back with a lazy, satisfied smile. "Yeah?"
"Are you mine now?"
She stared at him, feeling so lucky that he'd showed up in her life when he had.
She smothered his mouth with a long, meaningful kiss before she answered. "I'm all yours."
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Ty gripped the steering wheel. His heart pounded furiously knowing he was about to take part in his first race in America. And to have it be for the World Bandit Cup was something that would've made his father proud.
Bobby found himself a deal with a bigger race team. Being the new guy, Ty had to start at the back of the race with Bobby in the lead, but he didn't care. He'd be bumping his ass-end soon enough.
The push cars took position behind the Sprint cars, and when the green flag whipped through the air, he saw the crowd jump up and cheer. Once Ty's engine turned, he started the motor and shot off with a vengeance.
"Now listen to me, son. Drive like the wind and keep your eyes on Bobby. If you get ahead of him he's gonna bump ya," Jonnie said through the earpiece.
"No problem, boss. I'm going to enjoy this."
Ty wasted no time weaving in and out of the other cars, proving he was doing exactly what he was born to do. Ten laps in, Ty was finally on Bobby's ass. He grinned, edging his car forward and side to side, egging Bobby on.
He sped up when Bobby accelerated. He touched his back end, making Bobby fishtail around the corner. They continued the dance through most of the race, feigning right and going left, accelerating then slowing down, but Bobby couldn't shake him.
Six laps to go.
Ty took his chance. On the inside of the next lap, Ty feigned high and swept low when Bobby tried to cut him off. He sped by on the inside, his left wheels inches from the center field grass.
He gave everything the car had, leaving Bobby in the dust. Just as he passed the checkered flag and neared the next corner, Bobby rammed into his backend and drove him hard. Ty gripped the wheel, turning right to go left, trying to break away from Bobby's front end, his tires spinning out of control. The car raced toward the railing, and just when Ty thought he was about to crash, another car t-boned Bobby, sending his car into a roll across the dirt.
Dust kicked up everywhere, blinding the drivers.
By the time Ty sped back into the race, Bobby's car had landed upside down on the upper track. Smoke billowed from the engine compartment. Bobby pulled himself out just as fire licked around the hood and cabin. Ty offered a wave as he sped away.
He didn't win the race, but that was okay. He started last in line and came in third on his first race in two years. His father would be proud. In the end, what mattered most was that he got Eileen. She was the best prize of all.
After the podium photos and more snapshots beside his car, Ty finally got a chance to join his team. All the guys patted him on the back, and Jonnie gave him a big hug.
The old man had tears in his eyes. "You did good, son. I'm mighty proud o' you."
To hear the legendary racer say that brought tears to Ty's eyes.
As soon as Jonnie let him go, Eileen flew into his arms. "You did great! Third is almost unheard of from a rookie." She pushed up on her tiptoes and whispered, "You'll get your prize from me later."
Jonnie cleared his throat and tapped Eileen on the shoulder. "You gotta pack your bags."
"For what? Why?"
Ty and Jonnie looked at each other, then smiled at Eileen. "You're going on a vacation, LeeLee, and nothin' you can say or do is gonna change my mind."
"But where?" She looked up at Ty, her eyes narrow. "Do you have something to do with this?"
He couldn't contain his smile. "Somebody heard you loved her curried goat."
Eileen gasped, her eyes huge. "You're taking me to Jamaica? On a
real
vacation?"
She screamed and jumped up and down, nearly knocking him over in her excitement.
Ty took her in his arms and kissed her, ignoring the grumbles from the team.
He was happy, and for as long as Eileen wanted him, he was going to show her exactly how a
real
man cherished a woman.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the parking lot and to her Camaro. "We need to get to your place fast, so I can claim my prize before the flight."
He tried to take her car keys, but Eileen snatched them out of his reach.
"You want fast? I'll show you fast."
They got in the car and Eileen started the engine, revving the beast. She looked over at him, a stunning smile lighting her gorgeous face. Then she punched the car into first and squealed out of the parking lot, forcing Ty back in his seat as she switched gears.
She drove like a pro, and Ty realized, not only did he get the girl, but he also got one that knew how to work a stick just right.
He was a lucky, lucky man.
~The End~
About the Author
BL Bonita writes erotic romance in multiple sub-genres including historical, contemporary, western, suspense and thriller. She resides in beautiful Northern Ontario, Canada, where summers are green and winters crispy white. Often you will find her tapping away at the computer with disheveled hair and a cup of strong coffee, creating stories out of her wild imagination.
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