Boosted (In The Fast Lane) (11 page)

As soon as he found an opening in the traffic coming from
the opposite direction, Brody slammed down on the brakes while turning the
wheel all the way around. The car spun. Once it had completed its one-eighty
Brody corrected and stepped on the gas once again. He was now heading straight
for the town car. This was it. A showdown of nerves. A game of chicken with
everything on the line. Who would blink first? Was the colonel really willing
to destroy the car (and perhaps himself) in order for it not to be stolen?

They headed straight for each other. There was about a
hundred yards of space between them at the start and it diminished rapidly.
Brody’s head was clear. He had made peace with his decision. If they wanted to
hit him head on then it would at least be a quick, clean ending.

The other car swerved slightly. Uh uh. Not today, buddy boy.
We’re doing this right here, right now. You’re not getting off that easy. Brody
swerved along with him so that they were head to head again. The distance had closed
dramatically. They were only seconds away from impact. Now it just came down to
who would blink first. Brody could see all three men in the town car. The two
bodyguards up front and the colonel in the back leaning forward between them.
Brody stared them down as he rushed forward. In another moment they would reach
the point of impact.

That moment never came. Brody saw it all happen from his
first row seat. With only a second to spare, the colonel reached up, took hold
of the wheel, and swerved the car wildly out of the way.

Brody, never altering his course, sped past. In the rearview
mirror he witnessed the aftermath. The car had hopped up on the curb at full
speed. The passenger side corner clipped the wall. As the driver tried to over
correct the car turned over on its opposite side and nearly end up upside down.
They wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

Now free to go at a sane and sensible pace, Brody made his
way to the garage without any further trouble. He doubted that the colonel
would go to the police for help. Within half an hour he had arrived at the
waterfront and was making his way through the labyrinth of the docks. He
arrived at the garage and was relieved to find Sergei’s goon manning the door.
He was only seconds away from delivery when he could collect his money and
finally wash his hands of the whole affair.

Sergei was there waiting for him with a big smile on his
face. He looked like a proud father whose son had just hit a home run during a
little league game. Sergei probably didn’t even know what baseball was, so
maybe it wasn’t the best analogy. Still, Brody felt like he could hug him in
that moment. He hopped out of the car and presented it with a flourish.

“Ask and you shall receive.”

Rather than comment on the car, Sergei noticed something
else. “You’re wet.”

“Yeah.”

“Look at you. You’re all wet. I do not think it rained
today.”

“It didn’t. Look, it wasn’t easy. But here it is.”

“What happened that you’re so wet?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“I do,” Sergei said, unable to let it go. “I do want to
know.”

“It’s nothing.”

“I’m not paying until you tell me.” It was said in jest but
Brody could sense the reality behind it. If he didn’t tell him it would cause a
rift in their relationship. Besides, what was the big deal? Easier to just tell
him.

“I stole it from a car wash.”

“Inside the car wash?”

Brody nodded.

Sergei belted out an uproarious laugh. “Incredible!” He
slapped his head down like a bear paw on Brody’s shoulder. “You did good.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Sergei removed a bottle of vodka and a pair of shot glasses
from his desk. It was likely these were the desk’s sole contents. “Now. We
celebrate.”

“I just want to go home and change into something dry.”

“In time, in time.” Sergei poured them two shots. “Here.”

Sergei handed him the shot glass, not leaving him much
choice in the matter. They clinked their glasses together and downed the shots.

Brody decided to keep pushing. “I earned my money today.
I’ll tell you that.”

“You are red.”

“What?”

“Your skin. It’s all red. You’re burned.”

“Yes. I’m wet and I’m burned and I want to go home.”

“A full day at the office!”

Sergei looked inside the car. “It’s a little wet.”

“Hazards of the operation.”

Sergei finished his inspection of the car’s interior, paying
special attention to the etchings. He ran his finger over one of them. “I don’t
see what the big deal is.”

Brody didn’t either. He suspected that if he could read them
it might be a different story. But as things stood they were just so many
scribbles. As long as the clients liked the etchings it didn’t really matter
what he and Sergei thought though.

“Okay. It all looks good. We’ll ship it out within the next
hour. Perfect timing.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“I need to oversee that. I’ll have someone take you back to
your car.”

“I can’t go back to my car. It’s gonna be too hot there
right now. I’ll grab it tomorrow. Besides…” Brody motioned to his wet clothes.

“Then I’ll have him bring you home. Whatever you want.”

“Sergei.” The Russian turned back to him. “The money.”

He let out another laugh. “The money. Of course. Of course.
I’ll bring it by tomorrow morning.”

“That’s never been our deal.”

“Thirty grand. It’s a lot to carry around.”

You have got to be kidding, Brody thought to himself.

“Here,” Sergei turned back to the desk. Apparently the vodka
was the only thing he kept in there after all. “Ten thousand. The usual fee.
It’s all I keep here at any one time. Ask anyone. I’ll bring you the rest
tomorrow. Deliver it right to your doorstep, wherever you are in the world. You
have my solemn word.”

Brody couldn’t think of what to say. He was lucky that his
skin was so burnt or else Sergei would have been able to see just how angry he
was.

“I’ve never done you wrong in the past, yes? And I want to
keep our partnership together going into the future. I call you tomorrow
morning and bring you the money.”

Brody finally relented. “Okay. Tomorrow.”

SIXTEEN

Reunited

Hannah’s day was very less eventful. He clothes stayed dry,
her skin was sun burnt, and there was nary a car chase to be had. She had her
breakfast, did some work, emailed her adviser again (she had received an
encouraging response to her apology), relaxed on her couch with some music and
a glass of wine. She thought about doing something that night. Maybe even call
up Julia and her other friends to see if anything interesting was happening.
She eventually decided it against it. Another quiet night in her apartment
couldn’t hurt.

What she didn’t expect to happen that night was to hear a
knock on her door. The thought that it could be Brody popped into her head
right away but she dismissed it. It couldn’t be him. He was going to be gone
all weekend. She wouldn’t let herself have any hope that it was him. She would
answer the door and expect it to be anyone but Brody.

She swung the door open and there he was. He didn’t look his
best. His face was crisp and red with sunburn and bags drooped below his eyes.
He’d clearly had a rough time since the last time she’d seen him.

“Hey,” he said. “I was in the neighborhood.”

“Oh you were?”

“Sort of.”

“Is your job over?”

“For the most part.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means you don’t have to worry anymore.”

“Good.”

“You want to go somewhere? Get some dinner or something?”

Hannah shook her head. She wanted him all to herself.

“Come inside,” she said as she grabbed his hand.

She pulled him in and he willfully followed. They headed
straight for the bed. There was no pretense about it. As soon as she saw him
she wanted to fuck. She knew that a relationship was built on more than that.
That at some point they would need to do more together. That perhaps it would
be healthy to leave her bed once in awhile. But there was plenty of time for
that later. Right now she was practically aching for his cock.

Hannah was only now recovering from the pounding he had
given her two nights before. She resolved not to get into any more ass play
tonight. But everything else was fair game. Before getting started though, she
decided to have a little fun with him. She got up off of the bed.

“Stay there,” she instructed.

Hannah started to shake and gyrate around in front of him,
an impromptu dance that needed no music. She was wearing her usual night time
attire that was sexy completely by accident. A tight black tank top and a white
pair of short shorts that showed off the smooth curvatures of her long legs.

Brody tried to reach up and touch her.

“No,” she said as she pushed him away. “Not yet.”

She danced some more, leaning as close to him as she could
without touching. She did her best to hide her enjoyment. Instead, she painted
the best sultry look she could on her face. It wasn’t her usual mode but
judging by Brody’s reaction it was working just fine. She ran her fingers over
his thighs before backing off again.

She turned her back to him and swung her hips to and fro.
She put her hands on top of her head, tossing them through her hair on the way,
and bent her knees into a dip as she continued to move her ass from side to
side. She slowly clocked around back toward him while running her hands up and
down her own body. She could feel her nipples getting hard and they were now
poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. The intention hadn’t been to
turn herself on with this dance, but it was certainly a welcome side effect.

She leaned forward again, letting Brody get a nice eyeful of
her cleavage. She moved her chest slightly as she pushed it forward, giving the
flesh of a breasts a subtle jiggle. Brody seemed to especially enjoy that. She
put her hands on either side of her breasts and pushed them together briefly
before standing up again. She raised her arms above her head, allowing Brody a
glimpse of her flat, toned stomach.

Hannah now felt like showcasing her legs for him. She rubbed
her thighs as she danced. The fronts, the backs, the sides. She bent forward
again, giving her calves and her ankles a bit of attention as well. She stood
back up and brought her leg forward. She touched the tip of her foot against
the bottom of Brody’s leg and began to move it slowly upward. She reached his
knee and kept moving forward.

She soon reached the top of his leg and shifted her foot
over until her toe was just brushing against his crotch. She then pressed her
foot down and rubbed it along his swollen member. She continued to massage the
bulge with the flat of her foot in rhythm to the music that was playing only in
her head.

Brody now sat up further. He put his hand on her calf and
kissed her knee and shins. She continued to move her foot around on his cock,
not letting his kisses distract her. She also took that opportunity to remove
her tank top. She carefully folded it until it resembled a rectangle about two
inches in height. She carefully wrapped it around Brody’s head in a makeshift
blindfold. She tied it tight over his eyes. She then pushed her knee into his
chest, moving him backward until he was laying down completely.

“Don’t you dare move,” she said.

She lifted his shirt and began to kiss his stomach. They
were long, wet, lingering kisses. She kissed each of his defined ab muscles as
well as the softer, more sensitive area right above his beltline. She pushed
his shirt further up until he got the message to pull it off completely. She
kissed his smooth chest followed by each of his nipples. He wasn’t used to
having stimulation upon the latter and he squirmed at the touch of her lips and
tongue.

“I thought I told you not to move.”

Hannah bit down on his nipple. He exhaled sharply but did
his best not to move.

“That’s better,” she said.

She now ran both of her hands over his stomach and down to
his crotch. His cock was throbbing at this point and seemed as if it would
explode without ever being released from his pants. She enjoyed the thought of
this and tinkered with the idea of rubbing his confined cock until his pants
were stained with his own load. As much fun as that seemed, however, she still
wanted his cock to penetrate at least one of her orifices.

She broke contact with him and stood up again. She slipped
out of her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. She ran her finger through
the fold of her pussy. It was already wet to the touch. It could stand to be a
little wetter though, she thought to herself. Hannah crawled over Brody,
brushing her naked body against him only slightly as she progressed up his
torso. She didn’t stop until her pussy was hovering about Brody’s face. She
lowered her hips until her pussy was in place over Brody’s mouth.

“Lick it,” she ordered.

Brody complied, raising his tongue to meet her waiting
snatch. He gave it a long lick from bottom to top. He reached his hands up to
her hips to steady her but she threw them back down.

“I’m not going to tell you again,” she said. “The only thing
you’re allowed to move is your tongue.”

She ground her pussy hard against his mouth to emphasize the
point. He licked her again, this time putting his tongue all the way inside of
her. She pressed her clit down against the space between his lip and his nose.
His upper incisors provided a backstop for her clit as she put all of her body
weight behind it. His stubble provided another source of stimulation for her
clit. It tickled her as she swiveled back and forth. Between the attention she
was giving her clit and the movements of Brody’s tongue, it wasn’t long until
Hannah was moaning with orgasm.

Once she had recovered slightly, she turned her body around
a hundred and eighty degrees while remaining over Brody’s face. He now licked
her pussy in the opposite direction, starting at the clit and lapping toward
her opening. She began to move her hands down his stomach. She performed her
new favorite maneuver, unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants. His
cock sprang up as if it had been waiting for her all along. She gripped it with
both her hands. She alternated squeezing it with each of her hands, further
teasing him.

Finally, when she judged that he had had all he could take,
she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. She suckled the head,
letting her saliva drip freely down his shaft. She then lowered her mouth as if
to retrieve these trickles. Her tongue was more active than ever, lapping up
the pre-cum that was beginning to flow. All the while Brody’s tongue was
equally pussy, lashing every inch of her pussy with special emphasis paid to
her pulsating clitoris.

She now rocked her head fast and furious over his cock. She
greedily swallowed him down and sucked harder for more. This only encouraged
Brody to increase the vivacity of his tongue even more as well. It was becoming
to contest to see who could make the other one come to orgasm first. She
massaged his testicles with her free hand in an effort to win the race. For his
part, Brody broke the movement restriction and gripped her ass with both hands.
He now solely focused on her clit. Dirty cheater. She retaliated by rubbing the
soft bottom of her tongue against the opening at the head of his cock, the most
sensitive possible area on his body.

It ended up being a photo finish. With a flick of his tongue
against her clit, Brody pushed Hannah over the edge into another orgasm. Just
as her head began to flood with endorphins, her mouth received a jet of semen
that short hard against the back of her throat. She drank from the fountain
that his cock had now become while still in the middle of an orgasm of her own.
Brody, despite what was going on in his lower regions, still managed to stroke
his tongue, further amplifying the intensity of her climax.

Their bodies went limp. Hannah laid on top of him, facing
the opposite direction, her pussy still on his face. Brody’s limbs splayed out
in all directions, his spent cock drooping down against his leg. They remained
like that for a long while, their chests heaving against their partner’s
stomach as each regained their breath. Hannah could have stayed like that all
night. It was Brody who began to stir first.

He gently rolled her off of him and curled up with her. In
the pale light of the room he looked her in the eyes.

“I love you,” he said.

Hannah genuinely surprised herself by managing not to burst
into tears at that moment. It was the first time a man had ever said that to
her.

“I love you too.”