One Sweet Ride
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She reached for his cock, anxious to get her hands on him. “To taste you.”
*
GRAY HAD TO HOLD HIMSELF IN CHECK AS HE LOOKED at Evelyn, na**d and disheveled on his bed. The way she had moved under his mouth with such wild joy had nearly undone him.
He laid his hand over hers. “Much as I’d like that, it’s been a while for me. You put your mouth on me and this is going to be over with in a hurry.”
She brushed his hand aside. “I don’t mind that. Then we’ll wait a bit and go for round two.”
Evelyn pushed him down on the bed. Granted, he only went because he wanted to, but he’d let her have her way, this time. And frankly, all he’d been thinking about lately was her mouth. He wanted it on his cock.
Clothed, she was beautiful. Naked, she was a knockout, with full breasts, slim hips, and the longest damn legs he couldn’t wait to have wrapped around him when he was inside her.
But right now, she was on top of him, kissing him, and he didn’t mind that part at all, because her br**sts brushed against his chest. He reached for her breasts, cupping them to tease her nipples, listening to her breath rush in as he played with the hardened buds.
She had sensitive nipples, and despite what she thought, she could definitely come, and pretty damned easily, too. He didn’t know what kind of notions she had about sex, but he’d bet it had a lot to do with her provincial neighbors and some assholes in her past who hadn’t known how to take their time in pleasuring her. Or maybe she didn’t have a lot of practice in pleasuring herself. Maybe they could work on that together.
The thought of watching her touch herself made his balls tighten.
When she pulled back and kissed her way down his stomach, he filed that thought away for some other time.
Because there’d definitely be another time. Once wouldn’t be enough with Evelyn.
He should send a thank-you note to Cal McClusky for being such a fuckhead tonight.
Without that, she wouldn’t be here with him right now, skimming her hand over his abs, making his stomach tighten as she got within an inch of his dick.
And when she wrapped her hand around his length, he arched into her.
She looked at him and smiled, then began to stroke him.
“I like that,” he said, lifting his h*ps to help her as she wound her hands around him. “I’ll like it even more when you suck me.”
She wound her hair around, pulling it over her shoulder out of the way. “And I like you telling me what turns you on.”
She got up on her knees, her lips bobbing over his cock. She licked her lips and his c**k lurched upward.
“You know what turns me on, Evelyn?”
She paused, turned to look at him. “What?”
“You. Naked you. Clothed you. Your mouth. Your legs. The way you talk. Arguing with you. Your smile. Every f**king thing about you turns me on.”
Her lips curved, then she turned and took his c**k in her mouth. He shuddered as her wet, warm lips surrounded him.
“Fuck. Yes, that’s good. Take it deep.”
She grabbed the base of his c**k and fed it into her mouth, taking him inch by inch until it disappeared, then released him, his dick wet with her saliva. Then she took him again. And again. She snaked her tongue around him, using suction to draw him deep into her hot, sweet mouth until he was ready to explode. When she reached down and gave a gentle squeeze of his balls, he felt the impending release.
He reached for her hair and let it fall over his thighs like a silken waterfall. “I’m going to come, Evelyn. You ready for it?”
She only hummed against his cock, then drew him deep again, this time only letting go partway before clenching his shaft between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
He pumped into her, letting go with a loud groan as he released into her waiting mouth.
Evelyn held on to him as he bucked and shuddered through his release until he was spent. Only then did she let go and crawl up his body to lay her head on his shoulder.
It took Gray a while to catch his breath.
“I felt that one all the way through my spine,” he said.
“You’re welcome.” She splayed her hand on his chest. “Your heart is beating fast.”
“It was a damn good orgasm.” He tipped her chin back and kissed her, then rolled her onto her back and deepened the kiss.
He wouldn’t get enough of her tonight. He already knew that.
It was going to be a long night.
ELEVEN
EVELYN HAD EXPECTED GRAY WOULD NEED SOME RECOVERY TIME. But five minutes of some very heavy kissing and his erection was back.
The man was a machine.
No, she took that back. No machine could kiss her like this, could make her wet like this, could make her crave the kind of intimacy she craved when she was with Gray.
She’d had some pretty darn good sexual encounters in her past, but she’d never had a night of marathon sex.
Not that they’d actually had sex yet. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. And she wouldn’t complain a bit about it in the morning either, because as Gray used his hands to bring her right to the edge of orgasm again, she was delirious with desire and the feeling that this man instinctively knew her body better than even she did. And then he expertly made her fly, using the heel of his hand against her clit, his fingers inside her, creating the kind of orgasm that made her scream.
Oh, and could she ever scream. Apparently all that condo repression was being released tonight.
And when he finally reached into his bedside drawer for a condom, she could have wept. Because he hadn’t stopped after she’d come again. He’d given her a few minutes to recover, then he’d kissed her again, and touched her again, getting her so wound up and so close to orgasm, she thought maybe after they were done f**king he could get her there yet again.
He put the condom on and hovered over her.
“I should inform you that I can’t come this way. But maybe after, you could . . .”
He cocked his head to the side. “Again with this can’t thing, Evelyn?”
“I’ve already had two orgasms, Gray. Even when I’m really turned on, without having had a release first, I can’t come during traditional intercourse.”
He spread her legs and nestled his body on top of hers, holding his weight off her with his arms. “I’ll tell you what. Just relax and enjoy it as much as you can.”
“Oh. I love sex. I can’t wait to feel you inside me. This is the most intimate act and I’ve been waiting for this. Gray, I don’t want you to think—”
“Evelyn.”
“Yes.”
“Shut up and let’s fuck, okay?”
“Okay.”
He slid inside her, so slowly she thought she might die from the pleasure, especially since he held himself above her and looked into her eyes at the same time he entered her. And when he seated himself fully inside her, she quivered, so turned on and so filled with him that it took her a moment to fully register that what she felt was much more than simply physical pleasure—though that was immensely profound. It was also emotional impact.
She shuddered and brushed the emotion aside to concentrate on the amazing physical part of being joined with him. He filled her and her body cried for joy, tightening around him. She lifted and he groaned, rolling his h*ps over her and causing sparks to fly out of her hair. She could have sworn it was her hair, because she’d never felt anything like the feeling she had when he rolled his body over her.
The contact was electrifying.
“Do that again,” she said.
He did it again.
“Oh, you’re touching my cl*twhile you’re f**king me.”
He brushed her hair away from her face. “Imagine that.” He lifted, and rolled, over and over again, giving her the friction she needed. Her body was so languid after the orgasms, yet so sensitized, so tuned into pleasure, that she felt the tight coils of need swirling around her.
She gripped his arms, her gaze locked with his in shock as she realized what was happening. She couldn’t breathe, could only marvel that this was possible. She was afraid to move at all because she didn’t want these incredible sensations to disappear.
“Gray.”
“Yeah, I feel it, too. Breathe, Evelyn. And let’s make you come.”
“Oh, God, yes.” She let down her guard, relaxed, and dragged her nails down his arms. And when he began to move in earnest, deepening his thrusts, she cried out, wrapping her legs around him and lifting her h*ps to meet him.
And that’s when she came, a burst of orgasm that blinded her to everything but the surprising, exquisite pleasure that exploded throughout her.
“Fuck. Yes,” Gray said, and pumped inside her hard and fast, which only increased the surge of her cl**ax. He gripped her h*ps while she was still in the throes of her mind-blowing orgasm and emptied himself inside her with a shuddering groan, the two of them finishing together, spent and sweating.
Uh. Wow. That had been intense. Unexpected. And kind of earth-shattering.
It was several moments before Evelyn could speak. Or breathe. Or comprehend what had happened to her tonight.
Maybe Gray had some kind of super sex powers, which was why she had suddenly been able to have those intense orgasms.
She laughed at the thought.
“What are you laughing about?” he asked.
“I had this thought that you must have superhuman sex powers, and that’s why I came so many times.”
Now he laughed. “Well, I appreciate the compliment, but I’m just a normal guy.”
She rested her hand on his chest. “I beg to differ. I’m wrecked. And thank you.”
“For what?” Gray asked, rolling them to the side so they faced each other.
“For this. Three orgasms? Or was it four? I think I lost count. And in all new positions? And during sex? Do you do this with all your women?”
“Uh . . . I don’t know how to answer that.”
“Don’t. I’m sorry. I just mean this was amazing for me. As you can imagine.”
“Well, I’m happy it was good for you. The male ego and all that. And I have to tell you, it’s possible you’ve taken screaming to a whole new level.”
She gave him a satisfied grin. “I’m not even going to be embarrassed about that.”
“You shouldn’t be. In fact, the louder you scream when you come, the harder it makes me.”
“Then I guess you were rock hard tonight.”
“Damn straight.”
He swept his hand over her hair, then kissed her, this time an easy, gentle kiss that made her feel all soft and squishy inside.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said.
And that made her stomach tumble even more. Which made her guard go up, because the last thing she needed in her life right now was a man. Especially a man like Gray Preston. He made her feel way too good. It would be so easy to wrap herself around him and spend the night.
But there’d still be tomorrow to deal with, and she needed to remain emotionally detached. She wasn’t going to do that sleeping with him.
“I’m glad, too. But I should probably get out of here.”
He frowned. “You’re not going to stay tonight?”
She slid out of bed. “Not a good idea. The media will be here tomorrow, and all I have with me is my dress. I don’t need that walk of shame in front of the media. Too obvious. If they spot me, that would bring a lot of questions.”
He got up, too, following her into the kitchen where she grabbed her underwear.
Though he stayed na**d, which was quite a distraction since she’d like nothing better than to spend all night touching him. And sleeping next to him. Or not sleeping. Yes, definitely not sleeping.
“I can get you out of here early enough. Before the media arrives.”
She hooked up her bra and slid into her panties. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to take a chance like that. Especially with me being tied to your father’s campaign.”
“Right.” Gray raked his fingers through his hair. “Because it’s all about what’s best for my dad’s reputation.”
She pulled her dress over her head. “Gray. Please. That’s not what I meant. I had such an incredible night with you. Let’s not end it on a sour note.”
He gave her a short nod. “You’re right. I need some sleep tonight anyway.
Tomorrow’s qualifying and media interviews. It’s a long day.”
Somehow she didn’t believe that he agreed with her, but she had to do what was best for her career, even if it wasn’t what she wanted tonight, either.
He went into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of shorts and slid into a pair of canvas tennis shoes. He grabbed his keys and drove her to her hotel.
He parked in front and got out.
She gave him a quizzical look. “I can make it upstairs just fine.”
“I’ll walk you up to your room.”
“It’s not that far.”
He gave her a look. “I’ll walk you up. No way in hell am I letting you go up in the elevator or down the hall to your room at this late an hour.”
She nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”
They took the elevator ride and the walk down the hall to her room, neither of them saying anything.
When she got to her room, he took her key card and opened the door for her. She suddenly wanted to fling herself into his arms and beg him to come in and spend the night with her.
But that wouldn’t be a wise career move, and she’d spent her entire adult life making the right career choices. This wouldn’t be the time to screw that up.
He flipped on the lights and gave her room the once-over, which she found very sweet.
*
GRAY HAD TO HOLD HIMSELF IN CHECK AS HE LOOKED at Evelyn, na**d and disheveled on his bed. The way she had moved under his mouth with such wild joy had nearly undone him.
He laid his hand over hers. “Much as I’d like that, it’s been a while for me. You put your mouth on me and this is going to be over with in a hurry.”
She brushed his hand aside. “I don’t mind that. Then we’ll wait a bit and go for round two.”
Evelyn pushed him down on the bed. Granted, he only went because he wanted to, but he’d let her have her way, this time. And frankly, all he’d been thinking about lately was her mouth. He wanted it on his cock.
Clothed, she was beautiful. Naked, she was a knockout, with full breasts, slim hips, and the longest damn legs he couldn’t wait to have wrapped around him when he was inside her.
But right now, she was on top of him, kissing him, and he didn’t mind that part at all, because her br**sts brushed against his chest. He reached for her breasts, cupping them to tease her nipples, listening to her breath rush in as he played with the hardened buds.
She had sensitive nipples, and despite what she thought, she could definitely come, and pretty damned easily, too. He didn’t know what kind of notions she had about sex, but he’d bet it had a lot to do with her provincial neighbors and some assholes in her past who hadn’t known how to take their time in pleasuring her. Or maybe she didn’t have a lot of practice in pleasuring herself. Maybe they could work on that together.
The thought of watching her touch herself made his balls tighten.
When she pulled back and kissed her way down his stomach, he filed that thought away for some other time.
Because there’d definitely be another time. Once wouldn’t be enough with Evelyn.
He should send a thank-you note to Cal McClusky for being such a fuckhead tonight.
Without that, she wouldn’t be here with him right now, skimming her hand over his abs, making his stomach tighten as she got within an inch of his dick.
And when she wrapped her hand around his length, he arched into her.
She looked at him and smiled, then began to stroke him.
“I like that,” he said, lifting his h*ps to help her as she wound her hands around him. “I’ll like it even more when you suck me.”
She wound her hair around, pulling it over her shoulder out of the way. “And I like you telling me what turns you on.”
She got up on her knees, her lips bobbing over his cock. She licked her lips and his c**k lurched upward.
“You know what turns me on, Evelyn?”
She paused, turned to look at him. “What?”
“You. Naked you. Clothed you. Your mouth. Your legs. The way you talk. Arguing with you. Your smile. Every f**king thing about you turns me on.”
Her lips curved, then she turned and took his c**k in her mouth. He shuddered as her wet, warm lips surrounded him.
“Fuck. Yes, that’s good. Take it deep.”
She grabbed the base of his c**k and fed it into her mouth, taking him inch by inch until it disappeared, then released him, his dick wet with her saliva. Then she took him again. And again. She snaked her tongue around him, using suction to draw him deep into her hot, sweet mouth until he was ready to explode. When she reached down and gave a gentle squeeze of his balls, he felt the impending release.
He reached for her hair and let it fall over his thighs like a silken waterfall. “I’m going to come, Evelyn. You ready for it?”
She only hummed against his cock, then drew him deep again, this time only letting go partway before clenching his shaft between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
He pumped into her, letting go with a loud groan as he released into her waiting mouth.
Evelyn held on to him as he bucked and shuddered through his release until he was spent. Only then did she let go and crawl up his body to lay her head on his shoulder.
It took Gray a while to catch his breath.
“I felt that one all the way through my spine,” he said.
“You’re welcome.” She splayed her hand on his chest. “Your heart is beating fast.”
“It was a damn good orgasm.” He tipped her chin back and kissed her, then rolled her onto her back and deepened the kiss.
He wouldn’t get enough of her tonight. He already knew that.
It was going to be a long night.
ELEVEN
EVELYN HAD EXPECTED GRAY WOULD NEED SOME RECOVERY TIME. But five minutes of some very heavy kissing and his erection was back.
The man was a machine.
No, she took that back. No machine could kiss her like this, could make her wet like this, could make her crave the kind of intimacy she craved when she was with Gray.
She’d had some pretty darn good sexual encounters in her past, but she’d never had a night of marathon sex.
Not that they’d actually had sex yet. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. And she wouldn’t complain a bit about it in the morning either, because as Gray used his hands to bring her right to the edge of orgasm again, she was delirious with desire and the feeling that this man instinctively knew her body better than even she did. And then he expertly made her fly, using the heel of his hand against her clit, his fingers inside her, creating the kind of orgasm that made her scream.
Oh, and could she ever scream. Apparently all that condo repression was being released tonight.
And when he finally reached into his bedside drawer for a condom, she could have wept. Because he hadn’t stopped after she’d come again. He’d given her a few minutes to recover, then he’d kissed her again, and touched her again, getting her so wound up and so close to orgasm, she thought maybe after they were done f**king he could get her there yet again.
He put the condom on and hovered over her.
“I should inform you that I can’t come this way. But maybe after, you could . . .”
He cocked his head to the side. “Again with this can’t thing, Evelyn?”
“I’ve already had two orgasms, Gray. Even when I’m really turned on, without having had a release first, I can’t come during traditional intercourse.”
He spread her legs and nestled his body on top of hers, holding his weight off her with his arms. “I’ll tell you what. Just relax and enjoy it as much as you can.”
“Oh. I love sex. I can’t wait to feel you inside me. This is the most intimate act and I’ve been waiting for this. Gray, I don’t want you to think—”
“Evelyn.”
“Yes.”
“Shut up and let’s fuck, okay?”
“Okay.”
He slid inside her, so slowly she thought she might die from the pleasure, especially since he held himself above her and looked into her eyes at the same time he entered her. And when he seated himself fully inside her, she quivered, so turned on and so filled with him that it took her a moment to fully register that what she felt was much more than simply physical pleasure—though that was immensely profound. It was also emotional impact.
She shuddered and brushed the emotion aside to concentrate on the amazing physical part of being joined with him. He filled her and her body cried for joy, tightening around him. She lifted and he groaned, rolling his h*ps over her and causing sparks to fly out of her hair. She could have sworn it was her hair, because she’d never felt anything like the feeling she had when he rolled his body over her.
The contact was electrifying.
“Do that again,” she said.
He did it again.
“Oh, you’re touching my cl*twhile you’re f**king me.”
He brushed her hair away from her face. “Imagine that.” He lifted, and rolled, over and over again, giving her the friction she needed. Her body was so languid after the orgasms, yet so sensitized, so tuned into pleasure, that she felt the tight coils of need swirling around her.
She gripped his arms, her gaze locked with his in shock as she realized what was happening. She couldn’t breathe, could only marvel that this was possible. She was afraid to move at all because she didn’t want these incredible sensations to disappear.
“Gray.”
“Yeah, I feel it, too. Breathe, Evelyn. And let’s make you come.”
“Oh, God, yes.” She let down her guard, relaxed, and dragged her nails down his arms. And when he began to move in earnest, deepening his thrusts, she cried out, wrapping her legs around him and lifting her h*ps to meet him.
And that’s when she came, a burst of orgasm that blinded her to everything but the surprising, exquisite pleasure that exploded throughout her.
“Fuck. Yes,” Gray said, and pumped inside her hard and fast, which only increased the surge of her cl**ax. He gripped her h*ps while she was still in the throes of her mind-blowing orgasm and emptied himself inside her with a shuddering groan, the two of them finishing together, spent and sweating.
Uh. Wow. That had been intense. Unexpected. And kind of earth-shattering.
It was several moments before Evelyn could speak. Or breathe. Or comprehend what had happened to her tonight.
Maybe Gray had some kind of super sex powers, which was why she had suddenly been able to have those intense orgasms.
She laughed at the thought.
“What are you laughing about?” he asked.
“I had this thought that you must have superhuman sex powers, and that’s why I came so many times.”
Now he laughed. “Well, I appreciate the compliment, but I’m just a normal guy.”
She rested her hand on his chest. “I beg to differ. I’m wrecked. And thank you.”
“For what?” Gray asked, rolling them to the side so they faced each other.
“For this. Three orgasms? Or was it four? I think I lost count. And in all new positions? And during sex? Do you do this with all your women?”
“Uh . . . I don’t know how to answer that.”
“Don’t. I’m sorry. I just mean this was amazing for me. As you can imagine.”
“Well, I’m happy it was good for you. The male ego and all that. And I have to tell you, it’s possible you’ve taken screaming to a whole new level.”
She gave him a satisfied grin. “I’m not even going to be embarrassed about that.”
“You shouldn’t be. In fact, the louder you scream when you come, the harder it makes me.”
“Then I guess you were rock hard tonight.”
“Damn straight.”
He swept his hand over her hair, then kissed her, this time an easy, gentle kiss that made her feel all soft and squishy inside.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said.
And that made her stomach tumble even more. Which made her guard go up, because the last thing she needed in her life right now was a man. Especially a man like Gray Preston. He made her feel way too good. It would be so easy to wrap herself around him and spend the night.
But there’d still be tomorrow to deal with, and she needed to remain emotionally detached. She wasn’t going to do that sleeping with him.
“I’m glad, too. But I should probably get out of here.”
He frowned. “You’re not going to stay tonight?”
She slid out of bed. “Not a good idea. The media will be here tomorrow, and all I have with me is my dress. I don’t need that walk of shame in front of the media. Too obvious. If they spot me, that would bring a lot of questions.”
He got up, too, following her into the kitchen where she grabbed her underwear.
Though he stayed na**d, which was quite a distraction since she’d like nothing better than to spend all night touching him. And sleeping next to him. Or not sleeping. Yes, definitely not sleeping.
“I can get you out of here early enough. Before the media arrives.”
She hooked up her bra and slid into her panties. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to take a chance like that. Especially with me being tied to your father’s campaign.”
“Right.” Gray raked his fingers through his hair. “Because it’s all about what’s best for my dad’s reputation.”
She pulled her dress over her head. “Gray. Please. That’s not what I meant. I had such an incredible night with you. Let’s not end it on a sour note.”
He gave her a short nod. “You’re right. I need some sleep tonight anyway.
Tomorrow’s qualifying and media interviews. It’s a long day.”
Somehow she didn’t believe that he agreed with her, but she had to do what was best for her career, even if it wasn’t what she wanted tonight, either.
He went into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of shorts and slid into a pair of canvas tennis shoes. He grabbed his keys and drove her to her hotel.
He parked in front and got out.
She gave him a quizzical look. “I can make it upstairs just fine.”
“I’ll walk you up to your room.”
“It’s not that far.”
He gave her a look. “I’ll walk you up. No way in hell am I letting you go up in the elevator or down the hall to your room at this late an hour.”
She nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”
They took the elevator ride and the walk down the hall to her room, neither of them saying anything.
When she got to her room, he took her key card and opened the door for her. She suddenly wanted to fling herself into his arms and beg him to come in and spend the night with her.
But that wouldn’t be a wise career move, and she’d spent her entire adult life making the right career choices. This wouldn’t be the time to screw that up.
He flipped on the lights and gave her room the once-over, which she found very sweet.
