Page 59 of Knot So Fast (Speedverse #1)
TRAFFIC UPON THE HORIZON
~ A UREN~
They say adrenaline is the best drug, but whoever said that never tried lust in a gridlocked car with a four-time World Champion grinning like he’s already finished first.
I don’t even wait for the driver to merge back into the traffic hell outside the restaurant.
My hand flicks off the seatbelt and I pivot, knees on the leather seat, climbing over the console with the same slow, deliberate control that’s made me infamous in turn six at Spa.
The cabin is dark but for the neon-red glow of the city bleeding through the privacy glass, and the world outside might as well be on another planet.
I straddle Lachlan’s lap, dress riding up dangerously high, and press down until I can feel the solid length of him already hard beneath me. I smirk.
He lets out a low whistle, hands bracing on my hips, not helping but definitely not stopping me either.
“Well, well,” he murmurs, that velvet voice wrapping around my pulse like a lasso, “my little partner in crime is going to keep her word, huh?”
I lean in, putting my mouth at his ear. “You think I’d let you beat me in anything?”
He grins, teeth catching the light, eyes burning neon through the dark. “I think you want to.”
He thinks he’s in control.
It’s cute, honestly.
I drag my tongue along his jaw, slow and wet, pausing at the hinge to bite down just hard enough to make him twitch. His hands tighten reflexively on my waist, and I feel the tremor roll through his body.
“Oh, Sugar,” he says, voice almost a growl now, “you have no idea what you’re about to start.”
“Pretty sure I do,” I shoot back, then kiss him, deep and greedy and full of intent. He tastes like champagne and danger, and I want to drown in it.
He tangles one hand in my hair, the other still braced on my lower back, and when I start to grind against him through the layers of our clothes, he breaks away to breathe, eyes wild and pupils blown so wide they swallow the green entirely.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he whispers, the words ghosting over my lips like a secret. “Missed you.”
His honesty shatters something in me. For a moment, I just stare at him, the world reduced to the heat of his hands and the sharp hunger in his gaze. He’s here, he’s real, and this time, no one’s going to make me stop.
The car slows, then stops completely, the glow of brake lights outside making the tinted windows pulse like a heartbeat.
We’re caught in the crush of traffic, boxed in by a dozen other cars, but inside this cocoon, there’s only us.
“You realize there are people everywhere,” Lachlan says, voice low and teasing, “and you’re about to make me ruin these very expensive trousers?”
I reach between us, deftly unbuttoning his belt, fingers working the zipper with a practiced flick. “They can’t see a thing,” I say, “and even if they could, you’d just flash that thousand-watt champion smile and convince them you’re perfect.”
He laughs, but it turns into a gasp as I free his cock and wrap my hand around it, slow and deliberate, stroking until he’s throbbing under my touch.
His head falls back against the seat, eyes closing, and he makes this sound—somewhere between a moan and a curse—that makes me want to mark him everywhere I can reach.
I stroke him with the kind of precision that wins races, thumb circling the head, hand twisting at the end of each pull. He’s leaking already, slick and hot, and when I squeeze a little harder, his hips buck up into my hand.
“You’re going to kill me,” he manages, voice barely more than a breath.
“Not yet,” I purr, shifting so the heat of my cunt lines up perfectly with his cock. “We both know you love the anticipation.”
He opens his eyes, blue-green and feral, and I can see the moment his self-control snaps.
His hands slide up, one to my waist, the other around the back of my neck, and he yanks me in for another kiss—this one desperate and brutal and perfect. I bite his lip, and he groans, deep and guttural.
“Please,” he says into my mouth, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “I need your tight, slick, dripping pussy on my cock right now. Choke me up like an anaconda, Sugar.”
The words hit me like a punch, and for a second, I can’t breathe. I want to make him beg again, but my body has other plans. I reach down, shove my panties to the side, and guide him in, slow at first—just the head, teasing us both with the threat of what’s to come.
He bares his teeth, hands digging into my ass, and when I finally sink down the rest of the way, we both moan, loud enough to startle even the seasoned driver up front.
We pause there, both of us trembling, the sensation almost too much.
He’s thick and perfect, stretching me just past the edge of comfort, and the pulse of pleasure at being so completely filled makes my entire body light up.
I rock my hips, just a little, and the friction is so good I almost come instantly.
He catches my rhythm, meeting me thrust for thrust even with the awkward angle, and the car becomes its own little universe of heat and motion, the outside world reduced to flashes of light and soundless shouts behind the tinted glass.
“Fuck, Auren,” he groans, voice breaking, “you feel like heaven.”
I shudder, grinding harder, chasing that feeling of oblivion. “Don’t stop. Not ever.”
He buries his face in my neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark, and when I clamp down around him, he almost loses it.
Outside, horns blare, and the car lurches forward a meter, but inside, time is suspended—just the two of us locked together, the air thick with sweat and sex and everything we’ve never said.
His hand slides up, finds my breast, and he tugs the dress down to expose it, mouth finding my nipple and sucking hard enough to make me cry out.
I ride him, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge, every roll of my hips stoking the fire until I’m barely coherent, barely more than sensation and need.
He pulls back, gazing up at me, and there’s something raw in his eyes—vulnerability mixed with the kind of want that could set the world on fire.
“I love you,” he says, voice hoarse. “Always have.”
I can’t speak, so I just kiss him, pouring every answer into the slide of our tongues, the slam of our bodies, the mutual destruction we’re so good at.
When the orgasm finally hits, it’s like being hit by a truck. I dig my nails into his shoulders, crying out as I come, my body spasming around him and milking every last drop of pleasure from the moment.
He follows a second later, clutching me so tight I can barely breathe, burying his face in my hair and letting out a sound that’s somewhere between a growl and a sob.
We stay like that for a long time, tangled together, breathing hard.
Outside, the traffic starts to move, the city surging forward, but in here, we’re suspended in the aftermath, every nerve ending still buzzing with electricity.
I nuzzle into his neck, content and smug and absolutely alive.
He kisses my temple, gentle now, and whispers, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I grin against his skin, already plotting our next move.
“Only if you’re
# Scene 1 - from Auren Vale's point of view
"Only if you’re lucky," I finish, nipping at his neck with just enough teeth to make him flinch and groan, the aftershocks of our collision still vibrating between us. He’s still hard inside me, and the feel of it—his cock thick and twitching, the fullness so intense—makes it impossible to remember a time when this wasn’t my entire fucking world.
The car inches forward, then stops again, and outside someone is laying on their horn.
I’m barely aware of it, lost in the cocoon of heated air, engine hum, and the thick sweet-salt musk of sweat and sex.
The windows could be clear and I wouldn’t care.
Let the world watch. Let them see us for what we are: two animals who can’t help but crash into each other, over and over, until something in the universe finally shatters.
I pull back to look at him, his shirt half-unbuttoned, the collar damp where I’ve bitten, his hair a mess from where I tugged him close. There’s a kind of feral pride in how completely I’ve ruined his usual composure.
His hands slide up my thighs, slow and lingering, fingers tracing the lines of muscle I’ve worked so hard to build. “Look at you,” he murmurs, half-awed, half-possessive. “You’re a fucking dream, Auren.”
I roll my eyes, but it’s mostly for show. “You say that to all your rookies?”
He grins, but it’s softer now. “Only the ones who can beat me at my own game.”
I glance down, watching his cock still buried inside me, slick and glistening in the low light. I squeeze around him just to see him gasp again, and when he does, I feel like I’ve conquered the whole goddamn city.
“Still think you can keep up?” I whisper, shifting my hips and feeling the burn as he hits that perfect spot inside me.
He bares his teeth, eyes dark with challenge. “Try me.”
For a moment, we just breathe together, the only sound the rapid thump of our hearts and the faint click of the turn signal as the car waits for a gap. I stroke his hair back from his forehead, fingertips gentle now, and he closes his eyes, just letting me touch him.
“Missed this,” he says, voice barely audible over the muted chaos outside. “Missed you.”
I want to say something vulnerable, something real, but I don’t trust my voice not to break. Instead, I kiss him again, slow this time, savoring the taste and the feel of his mouth. I could get drunk on him, easy.
He kisses me back with everything he’s got, then says against my lips, “When we get home, you’re not leaving my bed. Not for anything.”
“Promises, promises,” I shoot back, but we both know I’ll hold him to it.