CHAPTER ONE

GRAY

“For someone who has the last name Denton, I would think you would have a few dents in your car.”

As a pick-up line, that wasn’t the worst I heard in my life, considering I heard a lot. Stereotypically men were the ones with the cheesy pick-up lines, but you really ought to head to the night scenes where stalking the opposite sex for potential dates and hookups were rampant. Women were just as vicious as men.

This one wasn’t the cheesiest I have heard, either, but it was certainly up there.

I glanced at the woman sitting beside me in the passenger’s seat as I started the ignition and got my car running. I met her in the club I was hanging out in approximately an hour ago, and all I knew about her were two things: that her name was Annabelle and that all she wanted was a good ride. It was innuendo at its finest, and I shot her a grin in response to it and her “dent” words.

“I’ll show you a good ride,” I promised. Then I slammed the car in gear and cruised down the streets of Florida, intending to show her exactly what I meant.

It had been just a week ago when I’d had a different woman in my car, but the vibe was the same—the back and forth flirting, the heavy, suggestive sighing, and the anticipation that danced in the air. Annabelle crossed her legs as I pushed on the pedal, the car cruising faster down the half-empty streets. She’d requested the top up, not wanting to ruin her hair, and I complied, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere. We talked about trivial stuff—her hair appointment tomorrow, how hot I looked in my racing driver uniform during races, and how she’d been wanting to kiss me since she spotted me tonight.

The confession had me smirking, though I didn’t reciprocate the words. Annabelle was gorgeous, with the slim, trim body of a model and the face of a movie star—which meant any man would be stupid not to get charmed by her in an instant. Maybe I was a bit charmed…but I wasn’t hard.

Not yet.

As if Annabelle knew my exact train of thought, she leaned forward, showing off her fantastic cleavage in her low-cut dress. She breathed warmly in my ear, then began to trace kisses on my chin. It was a pleasant feeling, really, but it was the kind of pleasant that one could get from, say, watching a good movie or eating some spectacular food.

Some food would take the cake on this too.

Annabelle frowned after a while when she realized her ministrations weren’t working. She bit her lip, her hand going to my knee to squeeze it lightly. Then she began to slide her palm up to my thigh, rubbing suggestively while she eyed me. I shifted the car gear and drove even faster, thinking how good it would have been with the top down and the wind whipping on our faces. But the thrill was already starting to build up, so it didn’t matter—especially when her hand began to slide further up until it reached my cock. She certainly was a bold one, pressing twice before running her fingers experimentally. A gasp came out of her throat, and I knew what she was thinking without her having to say it.

She said it, anyway.

“You’re so big,” she marveled, her tone almost mesmerized. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as she bit her lower lip before licking her upper one. “Can you stop the car so we can…?”

I shook my head. “No.”

Annabelle pouted. “But I want to touch you. How can…?”

I smirked in response. “You’ll just have to be creative, baby.”

The statement worked, and I watched as her eyes lit up with excitement at the challenge. Then she started unzipping my pants and sliding her hand in, bold and eager as she rubbed me. She gasped again as she came in contact with my bare cock, and I chuckled at her shock. I skipped the underwear today in favor of going commando, knowing tonight was one of those few nights I was going to have a good time. I felt myself hardening slowly, and I pushed the gas pedal even faster.

“Gray..?”

“Take me out,” I rasped, already in the moment. Annabelle did as I said. “Good girl.”

It turned her on—and in return, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft that was now jutting out, which turned me on even more. The combination of her skilled handy work and the speed of the car had me getting harder, and soon I was pulsing and gritting my teeth as the pleasure travelled all over my body. I’d missed this feeling and was just so damn relieved that I could have kissed her right then and there.

But Annabelle wanted to kiss something else.

She leaned down, her mouth touching the mushroom-shaped tip of my erection. Then she let out her tongue and took a dainty lick, which had me groaning in encouragement. I soothed her with words, telling her how good it felt. It only served to fuel her as she opened her mouth wider and swallowed me whole, though she couldn’t really stuff my full size in. But she tried, and the feeling of her warm, wet mouth had my other hand going to her hair to guide her. She was skilled at this, too, using tongue licking and some sucking action to keep me satisfied.

As always, the tension built up in my belly, forming a ball of heat that curled and simmered before growing and spreading. Fire erupted in my system as she used all her skills on me, moans coming out of her mouth that said she enjoyed what she was doing. I almost closed my eyes but focused on the road instead, until everything became a blur. The thing was, I could still drive well even if everything was a blur, which was why I am one of the fastest, best race car drivers out there.

And I intended to make that reputation last.

The adrenaline rush got to me, along with Annabelle’s loudest moan yet. The fire reached that breaking point, and soon I was exploding all over, my balls tingling along with the orgasm. It was so intense that I had to grip the steering wheel and Annabelle’s hair tight as I savored the feeling and rode the continuous waves of pleasure that ripped through me. She eagerly swallowed my load, then sat back up and licked her lips in satisfaction.

Naughty, naughty woman.

After a while, I turned the wheel and slowed the car down until it came to a complete stop by the road and the beach. The windows were down, and the smell of the sea breeze was the perfect finishing. Beside me, Annabelle sighed.

“So the rumors were true,” she said.

I glanced in her direction, watching as she watched me in fascination. “What rumors?”

She smiled. “That you liked to drive while receiving a blowjob. I’ve never been with anyone who could concentrate that way.”

“I like to multitask,” was my response to that, not elaborating further. There were plenty of rumors about me, and it looked like this woman sought me out to find out if the rumors were true. That wasn’t anything new, though it was getting so common that it was verging on boring. Still, I wasn’t going to complain. As long as I got that long sought-out release, then let the rumors spread. I didn’t care a damn bit.

“Any other rumors going on about me that you’re curious about?” I asked.

Annabelle nodded. “Two. First is that you’re a virgin. Did you know about that?”

I clamped my mouth shut, not intending to comment on that. Of course, I knew about that. It had been a long-standing one, ever since I was in college and a freshman chick decided to spread it around after I turned down her offer of a hookup. Now, years later and some fame, this chick wanted to get in my pants, and I still turned her down. I guess rumors just didn’t die much, especially when it came to someone who was often seen on television or newspapers.

“Hmm. What else?”

“Second is that other than being a world-class race car driver, you’ve also got a world-class…tongue.”

I chuckled. Annabelle licked her lips again, waiting for my response. I watched as her nipples hardened beneath her white dress, an indication that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. As if to prove it further, she spread her legs right then and there, showing me a glimpse of white thighs and wet core. It was yet another sight I was used to but had come to appreciate.

In fact, I was going to show her that appreciation right now.

Without warning, I closed Annabelle’s legs with my hands, surprising her. Then I yanked her on my lap, crushing my mouth on hers in a kiss meant to devour. She moaned in shock at the suddenness before she was moaning in wanton enjoyment and writhing.

I chuckled again. Then I pulled back and met her eyes.

“I’ll show you exactly what my tongue can do.”

*****

Two hours later, I was back in the club and trying to enjoy a drink with some of my friends, mostly composed of businessmen and racing staff employed by the owner of my car sponsorship. Most of my pit crew were old, so they didn’t really enjoy this kind of scene. Because I was at that age where I wasn’t so young  that I could hit on every woman I met, or so old that I wanted to go home early and be a killjoy, I was one of the few who pretty much just sat there and  absorbed the happenings going on around me.

The car owner himself wasn’t around, which made everyone rowdier than usual. While these men were people I got along with, I couldn’t exactly claim that we were that chummy, considering I only really hung out with them in places like these or at the race tracks. I had one best pal  from my college days, but that guy was across the state doing his best to serve justice by apprehending criminals left and right and proudly wearing his cop uniform.

One of the businessmen tried chatting me up about a marketing proposal and an advertisement he wanted me to be a part of, but I evaded his offer and told him we should talk about it at lunch or dinner. I didn’t like talking about work in clubs, preferring to keep my personal and professional lives completely separate. Of course, the media made it a bit hard, but I got by just fine.

I always got by just fine.

An hour later, I was so bored that I ended up drinking more than usual. The crowd was getting louder, and a glance at my watch determined it was already past midnight. I was about to call it a night and bid goodbye to everyone when I felt a warm presence beside me, with a whiff of strong perfume filling my nostrils.

“Hey. Gray Denton, right? I noticed you were sitting solo and wanted to see if you’d like some company.”

It was a woman—a blond bombshell with red lips, a dress that stretched over her perky tits, and a smile that was definitely an invitation.  She crossed her legs, making her dress hitch up until I could almost see her panties. I glanced at it in disinterest, but gave her an obliging smile, anyway.

“Actually, I was about to head out,” I said. “The scene’s getting pretty stale.”

Instead of backing off and taking that as a rejection, she merely smirked. “Tell me about it. I could see that you were bored and wanted to see if you’d like some action.”

“What kind of action?” I asked out of curiosity.

Her response was to pull my neck and kiss me with those red lips. Her kiss was more practiced than passionate, and she licked the side of my mouth for good measure. I waited for a stirring to happen, some kind of response inside me—but as always, there was none.

When she pulled back, she licked her lower lip. “That kind of action…in your car.”

Ah. Another woman who’d heard the “rumors.”

I already had a good time with Annabelle earlier before I sent her home and told her to sleep tight. Usually, I was satisfied with one, but the thought of doing it again in the car, of a warm mouth wrapped around my dick all over again as I drove faster and faster…

The first stirring of arousal came. I held on to it.

Then I smiled at her. “Why don’t you show me exactly what you mean?”

I’d take her up on what she’s offering.