Page 45 of Close Contact
“You still have a problem you haven’t dealt with.”
Chuckling, I responded with, “I know. It won’t go away if I’m in the same room as you. Kind of like how you can barely speak English when you get flustered and how you blacked out when I took my shirt off last night.”
Aurélie stepped closer, crowding my space, her soft scent making me feel light-headed. “You can’t leave here with it.” She leaned in, looking up at me through her eyelashes. “There’re too many people watching.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and my eyes were glued to hers.
I reached up and tugged on one of her braids. “What are you suggesting? The walls are thin, and you screaming my name isn’t exactlyquiet.”
She grinned, and the sight was so breathtaking that I sucked in a sharp breath. My dick was throbbing, aching to be freed from my race suit, full-mast now. I felt suffocated, in need of relief, but not willing to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
Her hands slid up my sides, and even through the fireproof layers, I felt my skin warm from her touch. When she reached the base of my throat, she gently tugged the zipper, dragging it at a painfully slow pace down my torso.
“Aurélie,” I warned. But she didn’t stop. She pushed the sleeves off my shoulders, and I just stood there like a bloody idiot. That is, until she had my suit pulled far enough around my hips and she dropped to her knees in front of me, and every other thought I’d had left my brain.
She was still half-dressed, and when she licked her lips, I about lost it. She wrapped a hand around my straining erection through the thin barrier of material, and I instinctively reached out to grasp the nape of her neck.
“You need to be my good boy and stay quiet,” she murmured before pulling my cock out, and it took everything in me to not make a sound. “Or I’ll stop.”
Be my good boy.
Yeah, that was going to stay with me for the rest of my life. She’d definitely unlocked a new kink.
She smirked, and I grabbed her chin with my other hand. “Open,” I whispered, and she complied instantly, leaning forward to take the tip into her mouth.
Holy fucking Christ.
Her tongue swirled my piercing, and my grip on her tightened. My mind flashed to last night—the way her asshole had squeezed my fingers at the same time her pussy did, her breathless gags echoing off the gym walls, raw and primal. I’d come so hard in her throat I’d seen fucking stars, gutted and possessed in equal measure. She was mine in a way no one else ever had been, and I didn’t want to let go.
She took more of me until I hit the back of her throat, and when she kept going, I let out a ragged sigh. Aurélie’s hands held the back of my thighs, controlling her movements expertly. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, the golden-green hues nearly swallowed by her pupils. Her perfect, pouty mouth around my dick was a sight I’d never be able to unsee.
This was my every wet dream come true: her on her knees, sucking me off before a race?
Her tongue trailed from base to tip as she bobbed up and down, her saliva coating me, her mouth so fucking warm and wet. Both of my hands were on her head, my restraint barely in place, when my balls tightened, and the base of my spine tingled.My head fell back, and it took everything in me to not make a sound.
She kept sucking. I thrusted into her mouth, fast and filthy, wanting to bruise her throat and leave her voice raspy, and I was close, so close. I should’ve warned her, but I couldn’t. I needed to stay quiet. But she knew, because her hand cupped my balls, and that was my final undoing. The orgasm shuttered through me, her mouth milking me and taking every drop.
My chest heaved, sweat slicking my spine as I looked down at her like I’d never seen anything more obscene—or fucking perfect. Slowly she pulled back, leaning back on her ankles and sticking out her tongue to show me a mouthful of my cum.
Naughty girl.
“Don’t swallow,” I growled, something primal coursing through me. I didn’t want her to swallow. I wanted to taste myself on her tongue. I wanted to kiss her slow and deep, feel it shared between us like some salacious, sacred vow. Last night, we’d collapsed together on the gym floor, all sweat and breath and quiet laughter. It had been both dirty and devastatingly intimate and left me shaken.
But today? I didn’t even think. I just grabbed her braids and hauled her to her feet like I owned her. I crashed my mouth to hers, moaning against her lips as my tongue swept across hers, tasting myself. Claiming it; claimingher.She whimpered into the kiss, that sweet, ruined sound vibrating through me as her hands gripped the back of my neck, as if she didn’t want to let go. Her mouth was hot, salty, sinful. I wanted to stay here forever—devouring her, marking her from the inside out.
I licked into her deeper, tongue sliding over hers as if I needed to taste every last drop, because I did. Because she was mine, and this was mine. My mess, in her mouth, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever tasted in my life.
And then I did the unthinkable, because apparently I acted only on impulse around her.
I pulled back just enough to spit it all back in her mouth, grabbing her chin firmly between my fingers. “Swallow it, baby. Every fucking drop. Show me who you belong to.” My voice was a dark command.
Her throat worked as she obeyed, and fuck, I could’ve come all over again just from the sight of it.
I didn’t even give her time to recover. I just took her in—half-dressed, swollen lips, watery eyes—and lost the last shred of restraint I had. I gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin, and spun us around until her back slammed against the wall. Fuck the noise it made. I wanted the whole goddamn paddock to hear it and know she was mine.
“You’re fucking dangerous, Dubois,” I rasped. “And I’m never going to recover from this.” My mouth found that spot on her neck that made her melt—her fucking weakness. I’d marked it already, but I didn’t like that it was fading already. “You wanted me to be quiet. I was a good boy, but now you’ll have to reward me for it later.”
She gasped as I pressed my hips against her, her hands gripping my biceps, desperation in her eyes. “Later?” she panted, not bothering to hide her need.
I kissed her swiftly before I put distance between us, knowing we needed to wrap this up. “After you win this race.” I tucked myself back into my suit, then zipped it back up.
