Chapter 8

“Okay then, let’s get you a helmet.” Steve had to try three on her before he could find one that fit her small head. Then they had the same problems with the gloves, but finally found her a pair. They went back to the car and he climbed into the passenger seat and her into the driver’s seat. “I would have loved to let you run with one of the Formula one cars…but I thought you might be more comfortable your first time with me.”

“You thought right,” she said. She slid on her helmet and Steve put his on.

“There’s a microphone in your helmet so I can hear you and vice versa,” he told her. “Can you hear me okay?” She nodded. “Okay, let’s go.” He talked her through how to start it since the ignition was a lot different than on a regular car. She revved the engine a few times just because she thought it was cool. “Ready?”

“Ready!” She said.

“Okay, put her in gear and let’s go. I’ll be talking to you as we do, okay?”

She nodded again and put the car in first gear. She eased off the clutch and they were off. She pressed on the accelerator noticing that the speedometer went all the way to sixty mph right off the bat. She eased off as she began coming into a turn. She heard Steve chuckle in her ear. “It’s a racecar baby; you’re not on the freeway. Floor it.”

“What about the turn?”

“Turn the car to the left a little, tap the brake to settle it and then turn the wheel back to the right and feed it the power…floor it.”

She did what Steve told her and suddenly the car was in the middle of the track going sideways. “Oh no! What did I do wrong?”

“You’re okay. The secret is to drive the front with the steering wheel and don’t even think about the throttle. The throttle runs the back of the car. Tap the brake and right yourself because you’re coming into turn number two.”

She did what he told her and as they came into turn two Steve said, “Now, the rear is planted and you’re going into a straightaway. Hold that throttle wide open baby.”

She jammed the gas to the floor and suddenly the car was half sideways again and all she could see was a shower of red clay around them. “Feather the gas baby and straighten your front wheels.”

She did what he told her and looked up to realize she was headed into another turn. “Get as close to the inside as you can,” he told her. She was still going really fast, so she went into the turn sideways and feathered the throttle like he told her. “Okay babe! Straightaway! Floor it.” She stepped down on the accelerator and all of a sudden they were flying. She took the next turn on two wheels and she did it again and again for ten laps. Finally satisfied, she took her foot off the accelerator and let the car slow. She drove it over towards the garage they found it in. When she got close she said,

“Should I pull it back in the garage?”

“Yeah,” he said. He’d pulled off his helmet and was looking at her with reverence in his eyes.

“What?” she said as she parked the car.

“You’re just amazing, that’s all.”

She pulled off her helmet and he took it from her hands, opened his door and tossed them both out. She started to get out and he said, “Wait…” He reached over and tangled his fingers in his pony tail. He pulled her over so that her head was tilted back and he put his face to her neck. He ran his nose along it first, breathing in her scent. Then he began to kiss and then lick…

“Wow,” she said breathlessly as she began to feel his hands roaming across her body. He lowered the zipper on her jumpsuit and let his hands slide in. He slid it up and massaged her breasts, pushing the jumpsuit back so that they were hanging free.

“Mm,” he said as he leaned in and licked one. “So pretty,” He kissed her again, distracting her with his manipulations of her nipples. She felt his hand go from her nipples down inside of the jumpsuit. Then without warning he pressed his middle finger against her underwear into her clit and began to rub it in circles.

"You are so wet," he groaned out. She nodded and reached over and put her open palm on his thigh. She began rubbing it back and forth and up and down, just below where his hard cock was straining to get out. She leaned across the gear shift and kissed him. Open mouthed and yielding, they shared another sexy kiss. She came up from that one panting.

"Push your seat back," he told her. She reached down and found the lever. She grasped it and moved the seat back as far as it would go. He opened his door and stood up. She watched as he unzipped the suit and pulled it off. He was completely nude, and out here in the sun his body was even more glorious than ever. His tattoos gleamed and his muscles rippled and Angela was hot just looking at him. She took his lead and stepped out her side and took off the jumpsuit and her panties.

Angela reached over and grabbed Steve’s hard cock. She began stroking it gently and while she did that, he leaned over and began kissing and licking and sucking on his neck. “Come here,” he growled. She awkwardly climbed over the gear shit

She had his erect cock in her hand almost immediately, gently stroking it as she worked his neck and ear with her lips and tongue. He pushed his seat back and reclined back further. She was straddled across his lap now with her knees on either side as she let go of his hard cock and as if it had a mind of its own, it seemed to be trying to work its way inside of her. She wiggled her hips, trying to help it.

After a few seconds, growing impatient, she reached down and took him in her hand again. Her breasts were pressed into his face and he caught one in his mouth. She lined him up with her pussy and began to settle herself down on it. She let him glide in slowly. She was so wet which helped. When he bottomed out inside of her, she put her hands up on his shoulders and with hooded eyes she used the leverage to gently rock herself back and forth. She would rock and then lean forward and circle and the she would repeat the process. Steve had his hands on her hips, guiding her. He was moaning.

She leaned forward and kissed him hard, letting her tongue explore the warm, dark, wet territory. He slid his hands up her body and placed his palms against her breasts and rubbed and pinched them while she kissed him. When she broke the kiss, he pulled her to him and buried his face between her breasts. She could feel his cock twitching inside of her. He arched up off the seat and thrust into her, burying the full length of his cock. She used her knees to lift herself up as he pulled back and drop herself down as he thrust. He pumped up and down slowly at first but they both got more and more excited and he went faster and faster. She bowed her back so that she could take him at a different angle. Her head felt like it would explode. She had to use her hands to brace herself against the ceiling which left her breasts bouncing up and down harder in his face. He held his tongue out, swiping at them every time they got close to his mouth and he reached down and using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her clit and made her scream. The tiny little tremors he’d come to recognize as the beginning of her orgasm began shaking her body.

“Oh God, Steve!” She whispered with her eyes closed. “Oh God! Oh yes! Don’t stop!” Steve had no intentions of stopping.

The little tremors that signaled the beginning of her orgasm began to shake her body. She leaned into him and began to bounce harder up and down on his cock. “Oh Jesus!” she screamed out. “Oh fuck! Oh my God!” She leaned even further forward and rested her forehead against his. He had his hands on her ass and he held her tightly to get a better angle while he fucked her hard.

"I'm going to come baby,” he said in a raspy voice. She could feel him swelling and getting ready.

“Oh yeah! Come with me, Steve. I’m ready baby!”

He stroked one, two, three more times and then he gripped her ass tightly and pulled her down on him as far as she would go so he could thrust up into her deep as he came. She began to shake and shiver again and they were both making unintelligible noises. When Steve finished with his orgasm, he kissed her, in every spot he could reach. “You could not be sexier if you tried,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

“It’s the company I’ve been keeping,” she said with a grin. She leaned back in for another kiss and she felt his cock twitch again inside of her. “Hmm, what’s that he says? He might like to go another round?”

He laughed. “He would love it. He didn’t know you were so insatiable.”

“Like I said, it’s the company I keep.”

**

Thomas felt sick. He didn’t have binoculars so all he could really see were Angela and Steve’s silhouettes in the car…but he could tell what they were doing. He couldn’t understand why she was acting like common street trash. What kind of power did that creep have over her? She was so much better than that and when she realized that Thomas was the man for her, he intended to show her how good it could be with a man who treated her with respect.

In spite of himself, he was getting turned on watching them. He couldn’t see Steve, but he could see her beautiful breasts bouncing up and down. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the little green hill where he sat and imagined that it was him in that car underneath her. He reached down and rubbed his cock through his jeans and groaned. He hadn’t had sex in a really long time. Since Angela had gotten there, he hadn’t been able to get a hard-on for anyone else. Why can’t she see how much he loves her? He opened his eyes as he rubbed himself and saw her lean her head back…arching into her orgasm. He shuddered and wondered how long it would be before he was the one making her feel like that, only better. He saw her place her hands over her own breasts and he pictured her hard nipples pressing into her palms and his cock swelled. He unzipped his pants and took it into his hand. While he watched Steve McAllister treat his Angel like a whore, he got himself off. Friday couldn’t come soon enough…Friday was going to be their night.