“Am I allowed to touch?” I ask, my breath catching as he continues to play with my peaked nipples. He pulls away from me just enough to give a nod. Reaching into his sweatpants, slipping my hand inside and gripping onto his hard length. He shudders under my touch. I pump him once, twice, three times before pulling off his sweats and boxers, leaving him completely exposed to me.
“Lay down. My turn to give orders,” I command. Without question, he does what I say as I position myself between his legs, lapping at the pre-cum from the tip of his hard cock.
I start to take him into my mouth, working my way down until I can almost feel him in the back of my throat. I pick up speed as he wraps my loose braid in his hands, pulling any stray strands away from my face.
“Yes, kitten, suck that cock like the good girl you are,” he grunts out. That makes my pussy fucking drip. I want to reach down and rub my clit for some release, but I refrain. He stills my momentum, and I pull him out of my mouth with a noticeable pop. “Hold still while I fuck that beautiful face of yours.” Keeping his grip on my braid as I open my mouth, hethrusts his dick inside. I take all of him in, tears stinging my eyes.
His breathing picks up and he suddenly stops, pulling me off him. Rolling to his bedside table, he opens the drawer and pulls out a condom. He rips it open and rolls it onto himself. I straddle him and align him to my entrance. I slowly sit down until his cock he’s fully sheathed inside me. I don’t move for a second, waiting for my body to adjust to him.
Dean grabs my hips, making me move, impatient. I lean down and smash my mouth against his. Once I sit back up, he reaches for my throat and squeezes the sides. It makes everything more erotic and intense, knowing that in a way, he has my life in his hands.
I ride him as he reaches down for my clit, rubbing circles with his thumb with the perfect amount of pressure. Another orgasm is building, and I can feel my walls tightening around his dick.
“Fuck, Dean. I’m so fucking close.”
“Come on, kitten,” he coaxes. “I need you to come all over that cock for me.”
He ups the pressure on my clit and around my throat. My eyes close as I’m about to be thrown over the edge of pleasure. I’m seeing stars as my orgasm takes hold, and I scream out his name. His own pace picks up and a moan escapes his lips.
“Fuck, Regan,” he grunts as he spills into the condom. His movements slow and finally come to a stop. We are both panting, and I wait a second to get the energy to climb off him.
I lay down on the bed as he gets up to dispose of the condom in his bathroom. While he has the door closed, I’m already putting my clothes back on.
“Leaving so soon?” he asks, making me jump a little. I didn’t hear him come back into the room.
“Oh, um, I figured after I would, you know—head out,” I say, putting my bra back on.
“I’m not just going to throw you out after. I’m not a complete asshole.” He puts his boxer briefs back on and slides under the covers, patting the space next to him. Is this part of the perks of being exclusive benefits as opposed to just a booty call? I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. I guess he can see the dilemma on my face, because a small frown develops on his.
“You don’t have to stay. I just thought it would be nice if you did. But if you’re not comfortable, that’s okay, too.”
Fuck, now I feel like a jerk if I leave. Damn it, Dixon. I finish throwing my shirt on and slide under the covers, making sure that there is still space between us.
Leaning over the edge of the bed, he grabs his laptop, opens it, and brings up Netflix, clicking the next episode ofBridgerton.This makes the tension in me release about staying longer. This is now feeling more like a friends with exclusive benefits type of relationship, and I’m okay with that. I could potentially be friends with Dean off the track. While on the track, he’s still my rival.
I can totally separate the two.
THIRTY-NINE
DEAN
We finishthe episode ofBridgerton, and I look down at Regan who’s fast asleep next to me. I close the laptop and place it on the nightstand, turning off the lamp.
She rolls over into my side, splaying a hand on my chest. I can smell her vanilla shampoo, and I let it invade my senses. I know that this is subconscious for her, but I like the way it feels. She looks so relaxed cuddled up next to me. When our interactions at the racetrack are usually tense, or here in the bedroom where it’s all passion and pleasure, this is pure peace and relaxation. And I want to see more of that for her.
Knowing that she’s here, and will be here in the morning, makes my heart flutter like it’s going to take flight right out of my chest. I slide further under the covers and place my hand on top of hers. Whatever this feeling is, I like it. It’s nothing like waking up with Stacy in my bed. This is something more, much more, and that scares the shit out of me.
I know I should probably tell Regan about what happened and be honest, but I can’t lose this, lose her. There’s never a good way to bring it up. Best hope that she never finds out about it.
When I wake the next morning, I reach over to a cold sideof the bed. Regan is already gone. She must have snuck out early this morning, and I didn’t even wake up to notice. I roll over to check my phone for the time. 8:00 a.m. She really must have been out early. I need to get to the shop anyway to do some more testing and discuss strategy with Steve and the crew for the next race.
I hop into the shower, the smell of sweat and sex still clinging to the air and my body from the night before. Even after my shower, I still get whiffs of her vanilla scent, and part of me wishes she had wanted to stay longer. Pictures of us waking up and cuddling in the morning, having breakfast together, knowing how she takes her coffee in the morning. I want to know all of it. I run my fingers through my damp hair and blow out a breath to rid myself of that fantasy, because that’s all it can be—a fantasy.
Though I know this makes me seem needy and clingy, I text her before I walk downstairs to the shop. Her leaving before I could wake up has shaken me somehow. Not sure how to describe it, but I need to make sure she’s okay with everything.
Me
You were out early. Didn’t want to stay for breakfast?
