Stick Shift (17 page)

She pushed for it, and he would give it to her. Hell, he'd give her anything she wanted.

“Remember when I asked if you'd ever had a man in your ass?”

Her ass cheeks flexed at his question, and he rubbed them softly, soothing her.

“Yes.”

“I'm going to take you there tonight.”

She drove back against his hand, raising her ass higher. “Yes.”

He'd bought some lubricant the day after their first date, the idea to take her anally firmly planted in his mind after seeing her naked. Something got him, 126

clawed at him when he thought about the roundness, the fullness of her ass. She was made the way a woman should be, and he wanted to be buried inside her in that most intimate way.

After retrieving the lube, he coated a finger with it. “It's going to be a little cold to the touch, baby, but it'll heat up in no time,” he said, rubbing said finger against her small, tight hole. It flexed and then relaxed, flexed and then tensed as he started sinking in. “Try to relax. Push against my finger. Take it. We've done this before. It should be a little easier.”

She pushed back until his finger slipped past the restrictive muscle to his first knuckle. “That's good. Now, a little more, a little deeper.” He pulled out to the tip of his finger, circling it around just the inside, then pushed in again, deeper, deeper, until he was all the way in. “How do you feel?”

Perspiration had broken out on her skin, and she was moaning almost continuously. He rubbed her hip, across her lower back, and down under her belly to between her legs. His fingers stroked her clit, drawing on her hunger, her arousal as he slowly fucked her ass. She was pushing back against his hand, and he smiled.

She wanted more.

Lifting his hand from her pussy, he was rewarded by a whimpered protest. He flipped the cap on the lube and coated a second finger. After pulling nearly all the way out of her ass again, he slowly inserted two fingers and returned his other hand to her clit. She rode him like that, taking the digits without resistance.

His fingers all the way in, he began to scissor them, spread them, stretching her as he pulled back. Each time he started to leave her body, she pushed and clamped down, holding him. God, he couldn't wait to get his cock inside her, to feel the heat and the tightness.

“Please, Cam. Please let me come,” she begged, grinding on the fingers teasing her clit.

“Sweet baby begging. I know what you need.” And he did, deep down to his soul. He needed the same thing. Everything. “Stroke your pussy for me.”

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She didn't hesitate, her fingers meeting his between her legs. He removed his hand so she could take over and he could slide the condom onto his cock. He applied a bit of lube to both himself and to her little puckered hole. There was a long, low moan when the cool liquid dripped from the bottle to her skin. He grinned. It was time.

Lily rubbed her clit, tugged at it, manipulated it until she could hardly stand the building sensations. The anticipation of Cam taking her anally had her so on edge it nearly stopped her breath. Just his fingers made her feel full, invaded, and the stretching he'd done…

Her slit was soaked, the bud of her clit swollen and slippery. She wanted to come. She wanted him inside her. “Please, Cam.”

“I know, baby. Don't stop what you're doing. Make that pussy cream for me.”

She loved it when he talked dirty to her. It sometimes seemed so very naughty because he was so much younger and looked so much younger. He was a man, had the mind and body and responsibility of a man, but his face was so youthful, so fresh, so fun. And when he talked dirty to her…she melted even more.

The edge of her orgasm was right there. She pushed her middle finger hard into her clit and gasped as the first wave hit. That's when he started to enter her.

He pushed the head of his cock against her tight hole as one wave gave way into another. So intent was she on the bliss flowing through her veins, that his cock wasn't the painful invasion she'd been afraid of. Instead it was a pressure that spurred the orgasm to continue. She rode it until the sensitivity of her clit began to react painfully, and she dropped her hand. He was seated all the way inside her.

Full didn't even begin to describe how it felt. Full was an understatement. She felt stretched, impaled, and yes, now invaded. It was a sweet, hot fuck of an invasion.

“Tight, baby. Your ass is so goddamn tight. And I can still feel the remnants of your orgasm, your muscles still squeezing at the walls of your ass.”

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“Move in me.” The groan of the words was all she could manage and even that was hard. The longer he just sat inside her, the harder her heart beat, the more aroused she became. Every pulse of his cock inside her, she could feel. It was driving her insane. Sex with him always drove her insane. She wanted him so much.

He held her hips and pushed her forward as he pulled out. It was tight, and it tugged, but it was such a delicious friction. When he thrust inside, he pulled her toward him. Slow and steady, forward and back. The longer they moved, the higher her arousal rose. It wasn't the same kind of arousal as when he fucked her pussy.

No, this was darker, hotter. It was a hard hunger growing inside her belly, and as he began to drive harder, deeper, and as she flowed with him, against him, the need grew.

“That's it. Fuck me, Lily. Fuck me with your ass. So tight, pure heaven.”

She went for her clit again, circling it, stroking it. Her breasts dragged against the bed, creating even more heat that traveled through her blood. She couldn't talk; she could only moan and whimper. Her free hand clawed at the bedsheet, and she fucked him.

“Oh yeah, just like that.”

She thrust her hips back, and her ass met his hand as he landed a slap. Again she thrust her hips, and again he spanked her. It was just what she needed for that darkness inside to burst free. Her cry was guttural, ripped from her as she came.

Her clit burned, her ass was on fire, and still her body shuddered and clenched and clamped down on Cam's cock.

She no longer fucked him, but he fucked her. In. Out. Hard and balls-deep.

“Holy fuck.”

She agreed. It was pure holiness in the pits of carnal hell. His orgasm filled her, and still he moved inside her. Moments later, he laid his chest on her back and placed the most tender kiss between her shoulders. Tears slipped from her eyes, her heart breaking.

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She did her best to keep Cam from realizing she was crying and was pretty sure she'd gotten away with it when he got up and went into the bathroom. Her eyes were closed, and she didn't know he'd come back to the bed until he reached out and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“What's wrong, baby? Was I that good?”

“Perfect.” She couldn't help but smile at his always-at-the-ready sarcasm. “It's nothing. I'm okay.” Did she at least sound convincing?

He crawled in beside her and pulled her into his arms. “Liar. Tell me.”

Lily shook her head. She couldn't say it, couldn't tell him what was going through her head. He'd try to talk her out of it, and she couldn't let him. She wasn't strong enough to refuse him anything, even at her own expense. He was the most charismatic man she'd ever met, so full of life and laughter, so deeply caring about those closest to him, so fierce and loyal. He could joke with the best of them, and she loved to see his eyes light up when he was just hanging out with his crew.

Cam tilted her head with his hand under her chin and still she tried to look everywhere but at him. “Lily, tell me what's wrong. You've pulled away. Talk to me.

Did I…hurt you?”

“No, of course you didn't. I'd really…” Was there any use in trying to keep it from him? Would he ever find out if she did? Would he find out anyway if she didn't? “Am I a distraction for you?”

The surprise on his face couldn't have been more genuine. “What? Why on earth would you think that? Not because of the wrecks? You know enough about racing to know that wrecks—”

“No,” she interrupted. “Not because of the wrecks.”

“Then what?”

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him. “I just don't want to be a distraction; that's all. I don't want to take any of your focus away from what you need to be doing.”

“Oh baby, you're not. What happened out there tonight was just a dumbass driver. It hurt us some in the points, but not too bad. We're still in this. You give me focus. I don't know how to explain it, but you do.”

Lily nodded. She didn't know what else to say. She knew he meant what he said, but still, Ronnie's words in the kitchen rang louder in her head.

“Don't give it another thought, okay? We just had a bad couple of races.

Nothing we can't recover from.”

“You've been spending a lot more time with me this week, though. More so than in previous weeks.”

“So?”

So. What had she expected him to say?

“You're overthinking this, Lily. Which means that I'm going to have to show you exactly what one hundred percent focus means to me.”

“What are you talking about?”

He rolled her onto her back and slid on top of her, between her thighs, and deep inside her. His mouth took hers, effectively shutting off any further words on the subject. She pushed the sound of Ronnie's voice and Cam's protests and her own need for self-preservation to the back of her mind. She'd deal with them all tomorrow. She'd let him go tomorrow. But not tonight, not right now.

* * *

Alli stood with her hands on her slim hips, staring at Lily as though she'd lost her mind. She probably had. She was packing her suitcases. It was just after seven in the morning and Cam was more than likely still asleep back at his place. She'd left his bed less than an hour earlier after having not slept a wink all night.

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“I need to leave, Alli. Something is happening between Cam and me, and I can't let it go any further. He needs to focus on his racing, on winning, on the things that mean everything to him. He can't do that with me around.”

“You're nuts. You're one of my very best friends, but you're nuts. That man is crazy about you. He's in love with you, Lily, and you're going to walk away from that?”

“Yes. He's got crucial races coming up, and he needs to spend every ounce of energy on them. And I…” She sighed, rubbing her tired eyes. “I need to stop living the fairy tale I've been living for the last few weeks. I need to get back to my life.”

“I should call him and tell him you're leaving. He'd come and stop you.”

Lily looked up. “You wouldn't. Please, Alli, don't call him. Don't make this harder than it already is for either of us. He's going to be upset enough as it is.”

“I didn't say I would. I just said I should. Don't do this, Lil. At least talk to him first.”

She turned and flopped down on the bed, lying back amid the pile of clothes she'd been folding and putting in the suitcase. “What if Ronnie is right, Alli? What if this little affair has been too distracting for him? We've spent nearly every night together, sometimes full days.”

Alli sat beside her head and stroked Lily's hair back from her face. “Don't you think you should let Cam make that decision? It's his career, not yours.”

“That's just it. There shouldn't have to be a choice. No one makes those choices, not really. Maybe if I'd had a job up here, some responsibilities of my own, it would have created that balance of time and focus, but… I just think it's best if I go home and let him return to life as he knew it before we met.”

“You're copping out, Lily. You're running away instead of trying to work it out.

You love him. I don't think you've ever been in love with a man before.”

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She hadn't. It scared the crap out of her. It threw her insides into chaos, and that's what got to her more than anything. Her simple, normal life would never be the same with Cam in it.

“I loved seeing you, Alli. Next time you need to come see me.”

“I hate Florida. You know that.”

Lily laughed despite the fact she was on the verge of tears. Yes, she knew that, but it would be a long while before she was emotionally able to come back to North Carolina. “Help me finish packing. I want to get on the road.”

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

She got up off the bed. “No.” She went into the bathroom and gathered her toiletry items from the counter. She remembered one of the mornings Cam had taken a shower in Candi's tub, how he'd coaxed Lily in with him, and how he'd taken her from behind as she leaned against the back wall of the shower. The hot water had poured off Cam's body, dripping on her in erotic drops.

Then there'd been the night on the couch during the discussion of cookies.

After she'd… Oh God. The panties had been left on the deck.

In the mirror, she saw her face had turned red and her pupils had dilated. The memories of that night on the lounge chair, the panties in her mouth as a gag, the feel of Cam's fingers in her pussy and ass, his lips and tongue on her clit. She had to get the panties.

She tried to walk calmly back into the bedroom where Alli was folding a pair of jeans. She felt Alli look up at her, but Lily just set the shampoo and face wash down on the bed, then left the room and made a mad dash to the back door. Once out on the deck, she looked around and groaned. Everything was out of place.

She quickly set the lounge chairs where they'd been, the chairs back around the patio table, and put the grill cover back over the top of the grill. A cursory survey told her she'd done it all right and there, in the corner by the fake ficus tree, was a pair of pink cotton panties wadded up in a ball.