Surge: Bad Boy Racing Romance (Fastlane Series Book 1) (19 page)

My lips parted. It wasn’t purposeful.

I couldn’t help it.

Dyson studied me for a moment and then edged closer. My gaze never left him. Less than a foot away from me now, Dyson reached towards my face, cradling my chin in his large, thick fingers, just as he had earlier.

My heart thumped, echoing in my skull with each rapid beat. Dyson looked into my eyes, and while holding my face still in his grasp, he leaned in towards me. At first, his mouth moved on a straight line towards mine but at the last instant, he passed it by, instead kissing one of my cheeks.

I could’ve pulled away, I should’ve pulled away, but, I didn’t. While his lips pressed to the side of my face, I reached towards his midsection, pressing my palms flat against the hard ridges of his torso.

Dyson took notice, and after withdrawing his lips from my cheek, he moved his head towards the other side, about to repeat what he’d done moments earlier. But when he moved, the heat from his breath brushed against my lips, tickling them and sending a terrible urge shooting through me.

I don’t remember the instant I lost control, but I do remember not caring.

I pushed my mouth against his, consuming him and at the same time digging into the meaty muscle of his rippled midsection with my hand. Dyson released his grip on my face and straightened his fingers, sliding them into my hair, curling his fingers under and grabbing two fistfuls.

He tugged me close. My eyes flickered shut.

I drifted into the firmness of his embrace, giving over every ounce of control I had to him. We kissed like never before, rocking our heads from one side to the other, devouring and consuming.

Around that time, Dyson broke his lips free of mine, sending a swath of heat across my cheek. I exhaled, sputtering a needful breath. My eyes flipped open and met his gaze.

It was then I realized I wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Without taking his eyes off of me, Dyson dropped his hands away from my head and glided them down my backside. After a few seconds, his fingers wrapped under my ass and he yanked me off the floor. Startled, a squeak escaped from my mouth. While he held me, I wrapped my legs around his midsection, hooking them together behind his back.

Dyson turned in place and began to walk. Before I realized it, I sensed a hard surface underneath my rear end. After sliding me on top of the kitchen counter, Dyson released me and with two quick swipes cleared the countertop of dishes and glasses and whatever else might have been in his way.

Only half aware of what happened, I glanced up and noticed all of the blinds inside the motor coach remained open. Needing to focus, I summoned every bit of awareness I had. The last thing I wanted was to be caught in a situation like this, with a man like him.

“Dyson,” I began, reaching out and touching him on the shoulder. “The windows, people can see in…”

Dyson glanced over his shoulder for a moment and then snapped his head back towards me.

“Let’s give them something to look at,” he replied, smiling at me with a devious curl of his lips. “Something to be jealous over, something they’ll never forget.”

Shame heated my neck in a flash. I shook my head.

“Please, Dyson… Please.”

He winked at me.

“You’re cute when you beg, Ava.”

I opened my mouth to let him know exactly how much I wasn’t being cute when he turned away from me and pressed a button on the side of the counter. Within seconds, all the blinds in the motor coach flipped closed.

“Better?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding. “Thank you.”

“Now, where were we?” Dyson began, raising his finger to his chin. “Oh right, you were just leaving, weren’t you?”

I felt a smile come to my lips.

“I was. Yes.”

Dyson leaned forward, straddling me with his arms and placing his palms flat on the countertop on either side of my hips.

“And now?”

I shook my head. “I’m not going.”

“Oh,” he said, leaning away from me a bit and arching an eyebrow. “So, you’re coming then?”

“Dyson!” I yelled, slapping him across the upper arm.

Dyson fell silent, licking his lips and staring at me. I stopped breathing, stopped moving. Without taking his eyes off of me, Dyson lifted his hands from the countertop and moved them together, meeting at the waist of my jeans.

A split-second later, he’d unfastened the top button.

On instinct, and maybe if I were being honest, feeling fearful, I reached towards him and wrapped my hands around his forearms.

He stopped what he was doing.

“Last chance, Ava.”

I suddenly became aware of the strength in my grasp. Glancing down, I looked at my fingers and noticed the force with which I held onto him. I stared, wondering why I couldn’t just let go and enjoy the moment, savor the satisfaction of being with a man like him. And then, quite suddenly, from somewhere deep inside, I did just that.

I surrendered.

AVA

Without saying another word, I reached towards the waist of his fire suit.

With my hands, I twisted and fumbled at the foreign material, completely ignorant of how to get it off of him. Dyson chuckled and helped me enough to slide it down past his hips.

After a brief tug on the fabric, the suit fell away.

When it did, I extended my arm, curling my fingers under while grabbing a hold of his shirt. I tugged upward on the fabric, pulling it in the direction of his head. Dyson assisted me, twisting and contorting his torso until, a moment later, the lean, chiseled form I’d seen that first day in Dr. Wilcox’s office appeared.

Only one thing remained concealed from me now.

I’d gotten just a glimpse of it, a hint of its size. Consumed by a sudden need, I licked my lips, losing all pretense of inhibition. I reached for the band of Dyson’s underwear, noticing the powerful bulge beneath the fabric a moment beforehand.

At the last instant, I harnessed my lust, content to enjoy the moment. Hooking my fingers inside the fabric, I slid them down his powerful thighs, hypnotized while it moved lower, one inch at a time until, at last, his gift appeared. Dyson exhaled, dropping his head back at the same moment his underwear fell to the floor.

Looking down at his thick cock, I wasted no time and reached for it, wrapping one hand around the base. Dyson groaned and leaned forward once again. When he did, our eyes locked.

The moment unleashed something in me, something I’d kept buried inside since I first saw him. Using long, slow strokes, I ran my hand along the length of his shaft. In response, Dyson’s hands hooked around the edge of the countertop. He dropped his head down towards my mouth.

Our lips met again, this time with a new purpose. Moaning into his mouth while we kissed, I increased the speed and friction of my efforts. After a few seconds, I reached towards Dyson’s midsection with my hand and using a gentle but persistent push, I moved him away a bit.

Never releasing my grip on his dick, I edged forward, slid off the counter and a split-second later, knelt before him. While one hand continued to stroke, I cradled his balls in the other. Between pulls along the length of his shaft, I wrapped my fingers over the top of it and brought it towards my mouth. I circled the head, swirling the pad of my thumb along the tip, coaxing some of his pre-cum out.

Dyson swayed back and forth in front of me. It seemed as if any second his legs might give out. I glanced up at him, smiling at the sudden power I felt over him. Just then, I reached around his backside and cupped my palm over his hard ass cheek. With a gentle tug, I pulled him towards me, swallowing the tip of his cock in my mouth. Dyson groaned and lurched forward, slapping the countertop with a strike.

“Fuuuccckkk…” he moaned.

In the next second, I swallowed him, taking as much of him as I could. Thick and hard, Dyson’s girth filled my mouth, the heady essence of his musk overpowering my senses.

After adjusting to his size, I began to lavish him with swipes of my tongue, savoring him with wanton lust. Using all the suction I could muster, I swallowed him within me to the limits of my ability. While I did, Dyson began to thrust, pushing and pulling in my mouth. Beneath the pads of my fingertips I felt the striations and contractions of his muscular ass after each pulse.

With each passing second, he seemed to grow harder, and fuller. My fingers made slick by my effort, I increased the speed of my hand along his shaft, jerking and tugging at an ever increasing rate. I found myself pausing on occasion, sliding my tongue along the grooves and ridges and swirling it around the bulbous tip.

At one point, I released my mouth with a wet pop and looked up at him to see his eyes locked on mine.

Wordless, Dyson reached for my arm and helped me stand in front of him. I licked my lips, dragging my tongue around their circumference. A split second later, we stood face-to-face again. The entire time, I never released my hold on his dick.

I looked up at him, continuing to run my hand along the length of his shaft with a steady rhythm. Dyson took several breaths and at last he spoke.

“Turn around,” he growled. The deep tone of his command sent chills through me.

I paused, watching his lips for any further instructions. When none came, I let go of him and turned, bracing myself along the edge of the counter. Dyson stepped close to me, positioning his mouth between my ear and shoulder, along the side of my neck. Chills raced down the center of my spine, goose pimples erupting in their wake.

I exhaled a heavy breath and leaned my neck towards his lips. Dyson swallowed my skin with heat and moisture, licking and kissing the length of my neck while his hands circled around to the front of my jeans.

With my waistband already unfastened, Dyson made quick work of the rest of the buttons, and while he lavished my skin with kiss after kiss, I felt a sudden rush of cool air licking beneath my waist.

In an instant, Dyson removed all my clothing from the waist down and after wrapping his hands at my hips, he tilted my ass upward. I straightened my arms, locking them at the elbow and inhaling a nervous breath, holding it in the center of my chest. From behind, I felt him move close, positioning himself behind me.

With one hand, Dyson reached for the middle of my back, pushing me towards the countertop. I gave in to him, angling my body forward while tilting my ass up further towards him. Once flat on the counter, I turned my head to one side, eager to catch a glimpse.

Dyson dragged his fingers along my backside, at last sweeping them to the outsides of my rear and squeezing. My breath came in uncertain, uneven gulps. I tried to anticipate what was to happen next, but nothing could have readied me for the first instant I felt him.

With one hand gripping firmly on my ass, I sensed the heat of Dyson’s body as it approached, an instant before the head of his cock touched my folds. I shuddered, my desperate need for him all too apparent. With the final stretch, I tilted myself in his direction, no longer wishing to pretend this isn’t what I wanted.

Needed.

Dyson lingered there, sliding the shaft and head along my sensitive, exposed flesh. With each pass, I whimpered, writhing and moaning beneath him. The seconds of teasing took their toll, transforming my desperate chirps into needful grunts. And then, after a final few moments of torturous cruelty, Dyson slid himself inside of me.

My entire body flexed, my lower back arched.

“Oh…” I began, gasping for breath. “Oh God, ohh, ohh…”

Dyson descended inside of me. I continue to struggle and try to adjust, my palms sliding across the countertop while I did. Not long after, he paused and then began to slide in and out of me with an easy, steady rhythm. I purred, relaxing into the action of his pelvis. Soon enough, much earlier than I expected, I adjusted to the feel of him within me.

Dyson tilted forward at the waist until I felt the warmth of his upper body brushing against the skin of my upper back. While he moved in and out, Dyson dotted my upper body with a countless number of tender kisses. I felt myself go limp beneath the shower of affection he rained down on me. The strong tension of his grip and the powerful movement of his thick shaft within me stood in contrast to the soft feel of his lips.

Hypnotized, I felt myself begin to slip away with each subsequent thrust. At last, Dyson leaned away again and stood. Never stopping his motion for a second, he tugged my hips towards him and increased his pace.