Free Drive: Cougars, Cars and Kink, Book 1 by Teresa Noelle Roberts Page B

be strung together to answer Neil. But his wicked question had set up another set of waves crashing through her body. Words other than “yes” seemed far away, but maybe yes was all the answer she needed.
    She came back to herself with Neil wrapped around her on what she could now recognize as a really uncomfortable bed (though one that would forever be blessed in her memory), one leg and one arm flung possessively over her. “Hot,” he said, the one word seeming to sum up a bunch of things he didn’t quite know how to say. “So very hot.” As he said it, his fingers, still slick with her juices, toyed with her nipple, almost as if he didn’t know he was doing it.
    Suzanne didn’t believe that for a minute. He might be half-drunk on lust like she was, but he seemed like the type to hang on to a few spare brain cells so he could stay in control of the situation and of his partner.
    That thought was enough to make her cunt twitch again, an aftershock making her bite her lip and press her body against Neil’s. “Good girl,” he crooned. He tweaked her nipple, then ran his hand down her body to circle her clit. “Let it take you.”
    And she did. Over and over again.
    Finally she calmed—more like he let her calm—and her brain started to solidify. Her body let her know it was exhausted. It wasn’t that late, but she’d had a long, weird day, not to mention more sex than she’d had in…well, she wasn’t going to go there. Why look back on the depressing dry spell now that she’d ended it?
    A yawn tried to take over. She opened her mouth to let it out, but instead of a yawn, what came out was, “I want to suck you, Neil. Please, may I suck your cock?”
    God yes was the answer that came to mind, but he dredged up a few more necessary words. “I don’t know if I can be gentle right now. If my dick goes into your mouth now, I’ll be fucking it. Do you like that?”
    Her eyes went wide, but she nodded. “Been a long time since I deep-throated anyone. Way out of practice. But hell yeah.”
    He detangled himself from around her. He swore his skin sighed, reluctant to lose contact. “Head over the side of the bed if you can. Don’t hurt yourself,” he added. “That’s my job.” This had all happened so fast he had no idea if she had any injuries and he wanted to make sure this wouldn’t be a problem. She complied dreamily, though, her eyes glazed, her mouth open, ready for him.
    He could imagine himself sliding between those rosy lips, almost feel himself in her mouth, down her throat. He wasn’t going to last long, but in this case, that was fine. Some acts were meant to be fast, hard and brutal, because otherwise they’d be too much for both parties.
    With one last effort to make his brain work, he stood, grabbed the keys out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, and handed them to her. “Drop these if it’s too much. Hard to talk with your mouth full and that noise should get through to me no matter how far gone I am.”
    She nodded, then said, “It won’t be too much, but thanks for thinking of this.” Her voice was breathy and shook slightly. It might have been lust or nerves, but he’d bet his motorcycle that it was both.
    He positioned himself next to the bed, bent his knees because the foldout was too low for this game, but he wasn’t about to stop to find a better location, and fed his cock into her open mouth. She swirled her tongue around his head as he entered her, and he knew she tasted his pre-come. Damn, her mouth was hot, and she was eager, and when he pushed back past that welcoming, exploring tongue, she took him deep. “Touch me if you want,” he managed to say before his mind went completely south into his balls. “I like that.”
    Then he lost himself. He thrust, but Suzanne wasn’t exactly passive, swirling her tongue as best she could around the onslaught, applying enough suction that he remembered the ridiculous old phrase about being able to suck the chrome off a