The adrenaline pulses through me, and I feel more alive than ever, gripping onto him as my hand shoots up into the sky, feeling the intense pressure of the wind slamming against my arm. We hit the final corner and I jolt off balance as he begins to lean into it, and I have no choice but to grip his waist again, his hand shooting back to my thigh, silently checking I’m not currently becoming roadkill.
He straightens out and I glance across the track, our opponent embarrassingly far behind. We barrel toward the finish line and a wide, exhilarated grin stretches across my face, anticipation brimming within me.
We fly across the line and a loud buzzer sounds, the crowd’s roaring cheers blasting through the twins’ property. Holy shit, I’m so turned on by all of this. The power, the speed, the win. It's like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“That was incredible,” I call, waiting for him to slow down to meet the crowd of adoring fans, more than ready to spend the rest of the night partying until I can’t remember that my world is burning to ashes around me.
Tanner squeezes my thigh as he continues around the track, and a thrill shoots through me as I curiously watch him pull off the side through an opening in the crowd. He slows as we move away from the massive flood lights erected around the track, but we’re still close enough to see everything that’s going down. He drives into the trees surrounding the property, and the loud cheering of the party begins to fade away, covering us in a tension filled silence.
My heart thrums through my ears as he brings the bike to a stop, a sense of nervousness washing over me. Darkness surrounds us, and if it weren’t for the glow coming from the track, we wouldn’t be able to see a damn thing.
Gripping his shoulder, I balance myself as I slip off the edge of his bike, my ass numb from the ride. The whole race couldn’t have taken more than three minutes, but the intensity of the vibrations through the seat and the tires flying over the track was enough to turn my legs into jelly.
He remains straddled on the bike but doesn’t let me get far before his hand falls to my waist, pulling me back into his side. He takes my chin and meets my stare, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Why do you look so nervous?”
I grin up at him, a flush settling onto my cheeks. “Because the big bad wolf has brought me out into the woods all alone, and I’m still trying to decide if I want to play his game or not.”
My hand falls to his strong thigh and a rush pulses through me, sailing right down to my core. “You should be running from me.”
A smile spreads across my lips, the nervousness growing into anticipation as I make my decision to stay. My voice lowers, need slamming through my chest as my hand slowly trails up his thigh, leaning into him, his lips only a breath away. “Maybe you’re the one who should be running from me.”
His hand curls around the back of my neck and pulls me in, closing the distance and making me melt into him, every second between us working up to this one defining moment. Neither of us can back away now, whatever this is, it’s here and now, the connection and pull between us too strong for either of us to deny.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue fighting for dominance as his hands roam over my body. I groan into his mouth, needing so much more from him, and damn it, he reads me like a fucking book.
He pulls my old band tee over my head and drops it to the dirty ground before reaching around and unclasping my bra. The soft material slips down my arms, and I let it fall away, my pussy clenching with anticipation.
Tanner explores my body, committing every curve to memory as my hand trails higher up his thigh. I’ve always been shy with making my move when it comes to sex, but with Tanner, there’s no judgment. He wants to feel my body just as desperately as I want his.
His cock strains through his pants and he groans as my hand brushes over his thick length, sending a shiver down my spine. I knew he was big, but hell, this is going to be so much better than I could have ever anticipated.
His thumb skims over my nipple and it pebbles beneath his touch, making a smirk pull at his lips. I guess Tanner Morgan appreciates a responsive woman. “Do it again,” I whisper, pulling back from his lips and tipping my head back as pleasure rocks through my body.
He doesn’t hesitate, gently rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and with my head tipped back, he draws me back in and brings his lips down on the sensitive skin of my neck. I open up for him, wanting to feel it all, and I grip the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head.
His body is perfect, so tall, sculpted, and strong. He’s every woman’s version of a wet dream, and I need to have him.
My hands fall to his belt, and he wastes no time stripping me of my jeans. I slip my shoes off and before I know it, Tanner is lifting me on top of him. He seats me down on his thighs, the position pushing my legs wide and exposing my most intimate parts.
His arm bands around my waist, holding me up and feeling my nervous energy beginning to creep back in, he kisses me again. And like butter, I melt.
I pull his cock free from the confines of his pants and my fist barely fits around him, but I’m up for the challenge. My fist moves up and down his thick cock, my thumb roaming over his tip and feeling the smooth bead of moisture. Hunger surges through me, and without thinking, I meet his heated stare and lift my thumb to my mouth.
Opening wide, I suck my thumb clean and his eyes blaze like molten lava. “Fucking hell,” he murmurs. “And here I was wondering just how innocent you were.”
Tanner’s fingers brush against my clit, and I gasp, his touch sending a shot of electricity coursing through my veins. “There’s not an innocent thing about me.” And as if to drive my point home, he lowers his hand, his thumb remaining on my clit as he applies just a hint of pressure and pushes two thick fingers inside me, curling them at just the right time.
He draws them back and my grip tightens on his cock, needing him inside of me. I’ve been craving this moment since the second I met him, and as his fingers move in and out, teasing me with undeniable bliss and pleasure, that intensity only grows.
My chest rises and falls with rapid pants, my body so wound up, desperate for everything that he is.
I feel myself flooding, growing wetter with every second. “Tanner,” I breathe, my arm curling around his neck and holding him closer. “I need you inside me. I can’t wait any longer.”
He groans, desire pooling in his eyes, and within seconds, his hand is slipping into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a small foil packet. He tears it open with his teeth, keeping his other hand on me, and as his grip tightens around my waist and he lifts me up, a thrill fires through me.
Tanner lines his cock up with my entrance and I feel the tip right there as I take his shoulder. He lowers me down, so fucking slowly that I could die from anticipation. With each new inch I take of him, he stretches me wider, and I drop my head to his shoulder, groaning with his full intrusion until he’s finally seated fully inside me.
Tanner’s grip tightens on my waist, and he groans as my pussy clenches around him, adjusting to his sheer size. I raise my head and meet his stare, his soft breath brushing over my lips as his hand finds the back of my neck. “You good?” I nod and a desperate grunt sounds in the back of his throat. “Good, because I’m going to need you to start moving. You’re so fucking tight around me, so warm, and perfect, like you were made just for me.”