I grip her chin hard and kiss her.
Life flows back into me, energy surging down my limbs. I make a guttural noise, and I know it’s because I’ve had to suppress every last thought of her and shift my focus to the race and each sharp corner of the track.
I can’t get her out of my head.
Tessa gets past her shock, her tongue sliding against mine. Blood rushes to my groin, and I tug her with me to the couch, our mouths never separating. I slip my hand beneath the thin athletic skirt she’s wearing, and I cup her ass to pick her up.
I sink onto the couch and take her with me.
She straddles me, her long brown hair falling around us like a veil as she leans backward. “What are we doing?” she mutters before going back in for another kiss.
We’re on borrowed time.
Kissing her was supposed to calm me for a second, but now my dick is throbbing, and I’m itching to touch her everywhere.
I slide my palm up the inside of her thigh, and she shivers. Heat pools in between her legs, and I’m right at the crease of her panties when she stops me. Her fingernails cut into my skin, and she drags my hand out from in between her legs.
“Don’t deny me now, Princess,” I groan.
I’ll beg if I have to.
“Shh,” she shushes. “Stay quiet.”
I quickly glance around and remember where we are.
Shit, what am I doing?
Tessa pulls on my attention like I’m a puppet on a string. Her hesitant fingers slide underneath my long-sleeve top and move over each ab carefully until she reaches the top of my boxers.
The touch alone makes my dick jerk.
My stomach pools with desire, watching her slide off my lap.
She lands on her knees.She isn’t–
Fuck.She is.
I flex my hips, and she pulls my half-zipped race suit down to my thighs, the rest of my pants and boxers going next. My cock is hard as a rock, but it doesn’t deter my naughty engineer in the least. Her tender hand wraps around it, and all the blood rushes to the tip.
“Tess,” I say her name like a plea for her to put me out of my misery, and she does.
Her lips wrap around the tip, and she slides me inside her mouth slowly.
My adrenaline spikes, like I’m out on the track instead of inside this tent with her.
I ease my head backward and white knuckle the sides of the couch because I’m afraid if I don’t, I’ll grab the back of her head and choke her with my cock.
“Fuck.” I bite down on my lip.
Tessa sucks me harder and faster, those pretty lips perfectly wrapped around my dick. Her eyes peek at me through thick eyelashes, and I thrust my hips.
It’s too much.
She’s too fucking much.
My head spins, and part of me wants to get her to stop sucking me off so I can fuck her instead.
Tessa flicks the bottom of my dick with her tongue, and my orgasm shoots out of me without warning.
