Accelerated Passion (15 page)

Her senses were on fire. As if everything were heightened. Dean filled her thoughts. Images of him in her brain. His smell lingered in her nostrils. The feel of his cock against her palm.

The sooner she got in the house, the sooner he did, too, the sooner their fun could begin.

She stepped into her room, breath held. She’d made it through the kitchen door and up the stairs without being seen. Admittedly, she’d had to wait a few minutes until Paul had finished making himself a sandwich, then wandered off munching it. But she was here. Finally.

Dean was supposed to wait ten minutes, but she was under no illusion that’d he’d just do whatever the hell he pleased. Their plan only mattered if she’d been caught arriving home with him, which she hadn’t. So all was good.

She removed her hair band and placed it on the dresser. The tiny metal clasp tinkled against the polished wood. Reaching for her brush, she thought how tenderly Dean had combed her hair earlier.

For a big, tough guy, he’d been so gentle, so loving. Her curls took a lot of managing, but he’d been very patient.

She smiled at her reflection. There was a glint in her eyes that wasn’t usually there. A flush of color on her normally pale cheeks.

Was this what she looked like when in love? Was this Francesca May Wright toppling into a first place crush with a known champion heartbreaker?

“Damn it, I’m in big trouble,” she said with a frown.

Actually, she didn’t care. How could she when she felt so good? Even if it was a fleeting thing with a man who made her want to come just by being in the same room, who was she to complain? She’d take what she could, while she could. And if that meant slapping some Band-Aids on her torn heart later, then she’d just have to buy a bumper pack.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Frankie stripped naked. She wrapped the white dressing robe around herself. A tremble traveled over her flesh. It was a tremble full of need and want. Her skin demanded to be pressed up against Dean and get hot and sweaty with his body.

She could wait no more.

Quickly, she performed her usual sleuth-like check of the landing then traversed across it to Dean’s room. Once more, she didn’t knock. That might give her away. Instead, she just stepped in.

His light was on, and the low humming sound she’d heard before filled her ears.

Shutting the door behind herself, she saw him on the end of the bed, fully dressed and with a controller in his hand—the one she’d seen next to the condoms in his top drawer.

The TV was on, and that’s where the noise was coming from.

“Hey,” he said without looking her way.

“What are you doing?”

“Need to do a couple of laps before I sleep. Get it in my head for the night.”

“Get what into your head?” Stepping up to him, she rested her hand on his shoulder, loving that he was hers to touch whenever she wanted. On the TV was a race track, an animated F1 car screeching around it, the sounds realistic.

“It’s Xbox,” he said, “Hockenheimring.”

“Oh. I see.” She smiled. Xbox was cool.

“Great way to practice from the safety of my room as I wait for a sexy lady to join me.” He threw a quick grin her way.

“Can I have a go?”

“Sure, let me just…”

The on-screen car raced over the line. A black and white flag flashed in the corner, as did the words
New World Record
.

“Here you go.” He handed her the controller.

Frankie sat on the bed next to him. She licked her lips and pushed back her shoulders. She was ready for the challenge.

Dean quickly showed her how to turn, speed up, and slow down, then he hit the red button on the controller.

“Is this right?” she asked as her on-screen car screeched away

“Yes, great. Go, go, go…” He pointed at the TV. “Get ready for the first corner, not too fast, though.”

“Okay.” She leaned forward and concentrated as she guided the car in as straight a line as possible through the S bend.

“That’s it.” He bounced on the end of the bed. “Keep going. You’re doing really well.”

She giggled and sped up.

“Hold your nerve,” he said. “This is a hairpin.”

Frankie bit her lip, aware that she was leaning to the left and right as she steered her digital car.

“Good time out of that bend.” He sounded impressed.

She didn’t answer. She was concentrating.

A small image of the track sat in the right hand corner of the screen, but she didn’t need it. She knew the curled, sharp shapes of the Hockenheimring like the back of her hand.

Another thirty seconds, and her car was hurtling over the finish line.

“Fucking hell,” Dean said, leaping up.

New World Record
flashed on the screen.

She laughed.

“You bloody beat me,” he shouted

“No.” She acted surprised. “Did I?”

“Yeah, you did.” He took the controller and tossed it aside.

She laughed harder. “I guess I’m a better driver than you.”

He frowned at her. “Have you played Xbox before?”

She bit her lip, trying to hold in the grin.

“Tell me the truth.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Well…a few times.” She giggled.

“And you made me think you hadn’t.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and tossed her onto the bed. “I’ll get you for that.”

She laughed harder as she scooted up the soft mattress.

Dean dragged his T-shirt over his head then threw it on the floor. “It’s clear I’m going to have to sort out my competition.” He unbuckled his belt.

Frankie’s robe had shifted and exposed her right breast. She didn’t bother to cover up.

His eyes were full of fun, full of desire. She wanted it all. Fun Dean, passion-fueled Dean. Dean the father, the superstar. She just wanted Dean and everything that he was.

“I can’t believe you beat me.” He shucked off his jeans then shoved at his boxers.

“Because I’m a girl?” She tipped her head and admired his erection.

He crawled onto the bed and hovered over her. “I won’t dispute that. You’re an incredible woman.” His smile dropped as he sent his gaze down her body.

She was breathing fast. Her chest shifting.

“You’ve got too much on.” He pushed at her robe.

She wriggled the sleeves from her arms but left the material beneath her.

“This is where I’ve wanted to be all day,” he said, circling her right nipple with his fingertip. “Naked, in bed, with you.”

“Suits me.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He set his mouth over hers. Fed her a long, deep kiss.

Their tongues tangled. She smoothed her hands over his chest, up his arms, enjoying having his body against hers.

“I could come just from kissing you,” he murmured.

His eyes appeared a little drugged. His lips soft, moist, and pliant.

“Go on then.” She cupped his cheek.

“Nah, I’ve got a better idea.”

If she’d thought he’d appeared a little sleepy, she’d been mistaken. Next thing she knew, he was on his back and he’d dragged her on top of him.

“Ride me,” he said, gripping her upper arms. “Sit on my cock and ride me. I want to see you, all of you, as we fuck.”

Frankie wasn’t going to argue with that.

She sat, knees bent either side of his hips. With her backside on his thighs, she took his cock in her hand.

“Careful, that’s fully loaded,” he said, managing a tight smile.

“Just the way it should be,” she said, stroking it root to tip then caressing underneath his glans the way she now knew he liked.

“Ah, fuck.” He shut his eyes and pressed his head into the pillow.

She smiled. Seeing his reaction to her was a huge turn-on.

For a few minutes, she enjoyed teasing, caressing, lightly stroking his cock and fondling his balls.

He kept his eyes shut, a pained expression on his face, but at the same time small, groans of bliss vibrated up from his chest and seemed to get trapped in his throat.

“Does that feel good?” she asked quietly.

“You know damn well it does.” He kept his eyes closed.

She smiled and slipped her fingers beneath his balls. As she worked his cock in slow, firm strokes, she massaged the smooth patch of skin between his asshole and sac.

He clenched his jaw and pressed his hands into fists. “Fuck.” His chest expanded as he pulled in a deep breath. A small drip of pre-cum leaked from his slit.

Frankie had a rush of power. This big, strong man, world-champion, was at her mercy. If she wanted him to, he’d be spurting his load in seconds. That wasn’t her plan, though. She adored drawing out the tension, building him up, letting him enjoy the foreplay. Damn, she enjoyed herself enormously.

She kept it steady, massaging that special place and working his shaft. His body was hot beneath hers. A film of sweat appeared on his forehead and dampened the patch of hair in the center of his chest.

“Bloody hell, Frankie,” he said then gasped.

“Yeah…?” she murmured.

“Get a condom. Quick.”

“Why?”

“Frankie.” His voice was strained.

“Do you feeling like you want to come?” she asked, not reaching for a condom and continuing to work his cock, twisting her wrist slightly as she slid on the upstroke.

He groaned and pressed his hand over his eyes. “You know I do.” He panted out a breath. “But…in you…”

“That sounds like a good plan.”

“Yes.” He shifted his hips. “Yes, fuck now, or it will be too late.”

She grinned and released him. He was right. His cock was granite-hard, filmy with pre-cum around the tip, too. It was time to stop teasing him if she were going to have her fun as well.

Leaning across to his locker, she fumbled for a condom.

“Tease,” he said, swiping her ass with a swift slap.

“Ouch,” she said on a gasp then giggled.

He was smiling, his cheeks red, his eyes full of lust.

“I’ll be wearing your handprint now.” She tore the foil package.

“That’s the idea.” He reached for her, dragged her back to where she’d been sitting on his thighs. “Then anyone who looks at your ass will know you’re mine.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone but you is getting looks at my butt, Mr. Cudditch.”

“And that suits me fine…ah…careful.”

She unrolled the condom with smooth, downward movements.

“Fuck, your hands on me…” he said. “Your clever fucking hands…”

“I think it’s time to progress from hands, don’t you?” She propped onto her knees and hovered her pussy over his cock.

“Yes…” He slid his fingers between her legs, pushed into her entrance, withdrew then spread her moisture over her folds.

A quiver attacked her spine. She wouldn’t be long claiming an orgasm once they got going. She was hot for it. The need to ride to satisfaction overwhelming.

“Have you any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked, holding her hips.

It was nice of him to say it, but she was only average.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he said. “Stunning. The perfect vision of a sexy woman.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, right.” His tone was harsher. “And don’t you forget it.” He pulled her down.

She sat lower, willingly and hungrily taking him into her body. “Ahh…yeah…”

“Oh, God…” he moaned, his fingers pincers on her skin.

There’d be bruises, but she didn’t care. She’d wear them with pride. They’d remind her of this moment.

“More…” he said.

“Yes.”

His wide girth stretched her, opening her up as she sank farther. She pressed her hands to his hard chest, dropped her head, and watched her breasts sway as his cock disappeared into her depths.

“The way you grip me,” he said, pushing his hand through her hair. “I’ll never get enough of it.”

“The way you fill me…” she managed. “I’ll never get enough of it.”

He lifted up and caught her mouth in a ravenous kiss, thrusting his tongue to meet hers.

She groaned as her clit came into contact with his hard body.

“Ride me,” he said onto her lips, “Please, Frankie, ride me…fast.”

Oh, it was what she wanted. To take what she needed from his gorgeous body, let her own needs take control.

She sat upright. The dense sensation of his cock head touching her cervix made her gasp.

“Go,” he said, clasping her thighs. “Go for the finish line and take me with you.”

Frankie didn’t need telling twice. She set up a wild pace, gyrating her hips, working her clit, squeezing his cock with her internal muscles.

She closed her eyes and tipped her face to the ceiling.

Dean placed his palms over her breasts, squeezed them.

She slapped her hands over the top, encouraged him to give her more, to take her to the point where she was flirting with pain.

He got it just right, the perfect pressure. As her orgasm built, she huffed and puffed, enjoyed the scent of their joint arousal and the feel of the sweat tingling on her back and on her brow.

“Fuck, Frankie…babe…come with me.”

She was there. The huge climax was cresting. She allowed it to tumble through her, sending shockwaves of bliss to her fingers and toes. Her pussy clamped hard around Dean’s cock, and she ground her clit against his body.

“Ah…ah…ah…” he panted then stilled, his fingers clenching around her breasts. “Oh, God, that’s it…”

She was aware of him coming, his belly tight and the base of his cock expanding. It kind of hurt but in a nice way, and she seated herself fully on him.

“Jesus.” He bolted forward and wrapped his arms around her. “Fuck.” He thrust his hips upward as he held her close to his chest.

If she’d thought he couldn’t get any deeper inside her, she’d been wrong. Now she hardly knew where he stopped and she began.

She clung to him, buried her face against his neck, and allowed him to hold her tight as he found his pleasure.

Her own release was extending, and she moaned her satisfaction. She breathed in the heated scent of his skin.

His arms were a vice around her, holding her so tight. His chest surging against hers as he caught his breath.

Frankie couldn’t remember ever having been held this way. It was as though he couldn’t bear to be without her. It was as if he needed her,
really
needed her.