Page 24 of Homecoming

The moment my tongue touched hers, teasing it, inviting it to play, gone was the cautious, nervous girl. In my hands, I had a woman who knew what she wanted. And she clearly wanted me.

The kiss went from slow and tender, to frantic and passionate.

Lola got up on her knees, so I had to bend my head back so as not to lose contact, and in the next move, she straddled me.

I sucked her tongue into my mouth, then pushed back into hers. I licked and nipped her lips. I simply couldn’t get enough.

My hands found the ends of her oversize shirt and pulled it up until I encountered the soft skin of her back.

She moaned as my fingers explored her skin. Hearing the sweet sound, I pulled her shirt higher, until her breasts were exposed. She didn’t wear a bra.

“Jesus.” I whimpered, seeing her sitting like that in my lap. Reaching up, I cupped her tits; they were soft, slightly heavy, with creamy skin. They were perfect. I watched Lola’s face as I swiped my thumbs over her nipples which were becoming harder with every touch.

I needed more of her.

I needed all of her.

I knew it would never be enough.

Her lips were swollen from my kiss and slightly parted. Her cheeks flushed, her lids barely open. She had never looked more beautiful.

There was nothing in this world I wanted more than to take one of her nipples in my mouth and play with her tits. I never wanted to win a race that much as I wanted to have Lola. To taste her, to feel her all around me. To bury myself in her deep, over and over.

The image was so visceral in my mind, my mouth filled with saliva.

But I couldn’t.

I didn’t want her to think I had called her to come to me only because I wanted to fuck her.

I didn’t want to have her the first time in a room at the back of a garage with thirty people walking around just behind a closed door.

I wanted her to know just how special she was to me. The fact I had to go out and drive the qualification laps didn’t even occur to me.

Regrettably, I leaned over and kissed the center of her chest, inhaling her. Then I pulled her shirt down, cupped her face, and brought it down to rest her forehead against mine.

She didn’t protest any of it, but when I summoned the strength to come back to the real world and open my eyes, she was watching me.

And there was a tiny flicker of hurt.

I didn’t wait for her to ask for an explanation, I gave it straight away, “This is not some convenient fuck I want from you, Lola. Don’t twist me stopping us right now into something that’s not. I want you, all of you. But not in a backroom in a garage that’s full of people. I want you all to myself where we can both give in to this without wondering if someone will stumble in.”

As if to punctuate my words, a knock came on the door, and Kevin popped his head in. He took us sitting, Lola in my lap, and his smile slipped a little. “It’s time.”

Without another word, he disappeared and closed the door.

“You have to go,” Lola sighed and squeezed my shoulders.

Looking back at her, I was glad to see that the hurt was gone. All that remained was lust.

“I have to go,” I sighed, for the first time in my career reluctant to go and drive the fastest car on Earth.

I stood up, holding her under her ass then she let her legs fall down slowly, pushing firmly into me for a second before she stepped away.

I pulled my jumpsuit up, sliding my arms through the sleeves, and pulling the zipper up. The whole time Lola’s eyes stayed on me watching me with such intent I was half sure she was imagining me doing the opposite. I didn’t mind it at all. In fact, if I could have a say in it, I would want her to look at me that way constantly.

I walked to the small table in the corner and reached for my helmet.

“So what’s the etiquette here?” Lola blurted.