Tainted Desire (Desire Series, #1) (14 page)

     “Geez, Cameron. I never knew these turns were this steep. No wonder there are so many accidents on the turns.” I grip his arm a little frightened.

     “The turns have a thirty-one degree banking not allowing much room for error when you’re going at high speeds. The track is two and a half miles around and that goes by in the blink of an eye.”

     “Aren’t you afraid flying around this track at those speeds with another car right on your ass? I would be petrified of dying.” I add, concerned about his safety.

     “Baby, I’ll show you the car, let you sit in it. The car has so many safety features that the whole car could disintegrate around me and I could still walk away. Sure accidents happen all the time, however fatalities are rare. It really is a safe sport, so don’t worry.” He explains with a reassuring squeeze to my knee.

     “I’m going to be a nervous wreck during your first race,” I confess, as we pull up to his open garage door.

     We are almost to a stop
, when I see what he was so excited about and I jump out of the cart disregarding my high heels and stumble slightly. Regaining my composure, I walk up to the car in awe running my hand along the sleek sapphire blue paint and the numerous Taco Bell stickers. I turn and run back to him leaping into his arms as he spins me around a few times burying his face in my neck and kissing me. 

     “Oh Cameron, I’m so proud of you. The car is beautiful and you got Taco Bell to sponsor you.” I beam.

     “We’re on our way to the big time now, baby. You better get over those race jitters you were talking about, because my first official race is in two weeks and I want you there in the stands, cheering me on and by my side after I finish the race.”

     I look away for a brief second and he notices my insecurity. He pulls my face back with one finger on my chin forcing me to look at him. Staring at me intently he asks, “What’s the matter honey?”

     “Just worried is all. I couldn’t bear to lose you, promise me, you will be safe.”

     “If I have you to come home to after every race, that’s all the motivation I will need to get through safely,” he states kissing the tip of my nose.

     I give him a firm squeeze around the waist and return my attention to the car. I run my hand along the hood, over the roof, and back down the fake trunk while praying this car keeps him safe. A small smile crosses my lips, as I anticipate celebrating his first win.

     “What has suddenly put that extraordinary smile on your face?”  He questions.

     “Oh just thinking about something.”  

     “Would you care to share?” He whispers while nibbling on my earlobe.

     I can feel the heat in my face as it blushes, “Umm, not right now.”

     “Come on Kylie, out with it. It must be good to have you blushing the way you are. You don’t want us to base our relationship on keeping secrets from each other, do you?” 

     Oh God, my body has betrayed me.
I bury my face in his chest while starting to explain. “It’s a bit embarrassing actually. When your sister told me that you were becoming a racecar driver I sort of had these dreams or fantasies about fucking you on top of your racecar after you won your first race.”

     He takes my hand in his and places it over his cock. Even through his race suit, I can feel him hard and throbbing. “Damn, Kylie that brings very erotic images to my mind, maybe we should practice.”

     “Nope!  I hope that gives you some incentive to win your races.” I answer while rubbing his erection.

     “Well if you want to give me incentive
, I know what you could do.”

     OH SHIT! 
“What could I possibly do to give you incentive to win your race?”

      Pulling on the very thin spaghetti straps of my dress he says, “Let me peel this lovely dress off of you, then you climb up on the hood of my car, and let me take a few pictures of you.”

     His fingers are making my skin tingle and burn. He pulls the thin strap down farther following the strap with his mouth. I want him so bad in this moment, to make all my fantasies come true. 

     “Cameron?”

     “Hmm?” He mumbles while nipping at the skin on my shoulder.

     “Shut the garage door.” 

     Oh my God, am I really going to get naked and let him take pictures? He bolts to the door, hits the button, and is back to me in a matter of seconds. With his eyes blazing, he resumes lowering the straps of my dress. His eyes go wide with the realization that I’m not wearing a bra. A broad smile crosses his face. 

     “Aren’t we becoming quite the little vixen? You must be hanging around my sister a bit too much. Turn around and let me unzip this dress and admire your gorgeous body.”

     I comply and he unzips my dress at an agonizingly slow pace. He turns me back around so I’m facing him and lowers the dress, never taking his eyes off my body. I feel incredibly sexy with his eyes burning into my skin, knowing he’s getting pleasure from this. Right now, I would walk around the track naked if he asked me. 

     “Lift your leg one at a
time; I don’t want to drag your dress along the dirty floor.”  He instructs patting my right calf.

     “Again the gentleman comes out in you Mr. Conner”

     “Not at all, my thoughts right now are anything but gentle. I would love to bend you over the hood of this car and plunge myself into you deep and hard. I want to make all your fantasies come true. When I win that first race, you’re in trouble Ms. Jenkins.”

     I feel completely wanton standing in his garage in nothing but a pair of high heels and the tiniest white thong. Cameron is standing there just glaring at my body making me suddenly self-conscious. “Where would you like me Cameron?”

     I hear a low groan coming from him before he says “Lay your fine ass up on my hood, on your side facing me.”

     “Thong or no thong?” I ask, wanting him to desire me even more.

     “Leave it on. I like that look, the thong, high heels and perky bare breasts. Do you know how fucking hot you are?”

     He uses his phone to snap a few pictures with me facing him; he then has me turn to my stomach with my legs bent up in the air crossed at the ankles. Lastly, he tells me
to lie on my back and spread my legs open while cupping my breasts in my hands. I look at him for a minute without reacting, remembering the way I pleasured myself in his absence. At last, I grab both breasts in my hands pushing them upward and together, giving him a decent shot with a ton of cleavage.

     “Satisfied Mr. Conner?”

     “Not nearly! We need to get out of here and back to my condo as fast as we can. I need you Kylie. I want to celebrate with you by ravishing your body.”

     “I don’t think so Cameron.” 

     “What? No sex to celebrate my sponsorship?” He questions, with a hurt look on his face.

     “Oh we will celebrate tonight, except I’ll be the one worshipping you.” I declare, jumping off the hood satisfied with the stunned look on his face.

    “Get dressed and let’s go!” he states, smiling like a sex craved teenager.

     Kylie never seizes to amaze me. When she told me of her little dream she had of my first win, I wanted nothing more than to take her right there. She really has no idea the effect she has on me. I have been with a few women in my time. None of them has ever come close to turning me on as quickly as she does. Even something she thinks is innocent goes right to my core and gives me a painfully hard throbbing erection. She’s teaching me a fine lesson in self-control. 

     Taking pictures of an almost naked Kylie on top of my racecar is probably every man’s dream. All boys grow up looking at their dad’s car magazines with hot bikini clad woman on top of muscle cars. I’m making her wait to fulfill her fantasy, however; she just made mine come true. I can’t wait to get back to the condo and see what this sex goddess has in mind for worshipping me. I will gladly give my body over to her anytime.

     We explode through the door in a tangle of arms clawing at each other’s clothes. He tends to bring out a wild side in me that I never knew existed. A side that I’m starting to look forward to every time she surfaces; carefree, spontaneous, bold, desirable, and uninhibited.

     We’re in the middle of the living room undressing each other, my dress crumpled around my ankles, standing there in just a thong and high heels. Cameron with his shirt off and me desperately trying to tug him free of his button fly jeans. Suddenly I realize that Blake now lives there.

     I abruptly stop what I’m doing, “Cameron, what about Blake?”

     “Oh shit!” He grumbles, grabbing his t-shirt off the couch and throwing it at me.

     I whip the t-shirt over my head and sprint to Cameron’s room. A few minutes later, he comes in the room giggling like a schoolboy.

     “Blake told me to tell you that you have one fine ass and a great pair of tits.”

     “What? He was watching us?” I’m so mortified.

     “Yeah, he said you put on one hell of a show. He wants to know when the encore performance will be.”

     “Cameron, I’ll never be able to face Blake again. I’m going home, there’s no way I could have sex now knowing he is listening,” I shriek with my most serious face.

     Whoa, whoa! I was just kidding, he’s not here,” he tries to explain while grabbing me.

     I look deep into his eyes then slowly a smile crosses my face, “Yeah, I know. Gotcha!” 

     “What?  You knew he wasn’t here?” He looks shocked that I pulled one over on him.

     “Courtney said they were going out to a late dinner, a movie, and then back to her place. Considering it’s still very early, I didn’t think he would be here. I just wanted you to make sure. Then you come in giving me a line of bullshit, I figured I would play along.” 

     “Oh, you are in so much trouble. Come here!” He yells, chasing me around the bedroom.

     He easily catches me, or maybe I let him catch me, eager to see what he has in mind as my punishment. He picks me up with little effort and launches me into the middle of the bed.
Damn, he’s strong.

     I land flat on my back and he’s on the bed in an instant. He grabs one ankle and removes my high heel sandal, placing my foot flat on the bed with my knee bent. He does the same with my other foot. Then he places each hand on the inside of my knees and gives them a gentle push outward, spreading me wide.

     “You still have too many clothes on. Could I please have my t-shirt back now?”

     I
rise up slightly and peel the t-shirt up and over my head feeling very sexy with his intense eyes on my body. He jumps off the bed and I watch as he slowly undresses, feeling myself grow damp between the legs just from the mere sight of his body. I could lay here and look at him all night. Just as he’s about to crawl back onto the bed, I let out a little giggle.

     “Am I that funny looking naked?” He asks with a hurt look on his face.

     “No! Not at all, it’s just that you took such care in positioning me this way that you missed a minor detail, I still have my panties on.”

     That wicked yet sexy grin that I’m growing to love crosses his face, “I haven’t forgotten, I will be tearing those off with my teeth.”

     He smiles slinking his way up the bed towards me, and starts lazily kissing up my outer thigh to my hip until he reaches the thin lace of my thong. He snags the material between his teeth and gives it a fierce tug and it rips away easily. He looks up at me as he kisses across my belly to the other side of my panties. Another swift tug with his teeth and he has them hanging from his mouth. I’ll have to remember to write Victoria’s Secret and inform them of their poor quality and flimsy products.

     “I don’t see you giggling now,” he states, with a raised eyebrow and very smug look.

     “If getting naked with you is my punishment for being bad, then I anticipate being a very naughty girl.” I pout a little, “I thought we agreed at the track that I would be ravishing you tonight.”

     “Kylie, taking those pictures of you on top of my car is all the foreplay I needed. I have to have you now, any foreplay and it will be over before it starts,” he begs, sounding desperate with want.

     “Cameron, I’m yours for the taking. Do what you want with me.”

     “Baby, that’s a dangerous statement you just made,” he taunts, while kissing his way over my mound. 

     I want to feel his mouth on me and the wonderful way he licks and sucks my pussy. Instead, he rises up on his knees and I feel a sense of disappointment. My core is longing for his probing warm tongue. He slides both palms under my ass and drags me down the bed a little closer to him. He’s on his knees between my spread open thighs, his arousal evident by the large erection pointing right at me. 

     “I don’t want you to hit your head on the headboard. I plan to bang the shit out of this beautiful body.”