Page 19 of Racing Heat (The Forbidden Heat #2)

Chapter Nineteen

~JASE~

Iwonder if she’s not used to men being so forceful with her, because she’s just looking at me like she doesn’t know what her next move should be.

But I do.

I look around to see that August has picked up some chippy and they’re doing some pretty graphic dancing on the floor. Probably not any more so than Cassie and I were just doing. The only one looking at me right now is Danny. I give a small shake of my head, and he nods in return.

I move my hands from her body and grab hold of her hand. “Let’s go,” I call back to her.

I feel like I’m practically dragging her out of the club. I’m thankful the woman wore flats, because had she not, I think she would be stumbling based on the amount of alcohol she’s had. It was only one drink and a shot, but still, the drinks were strong. They’ve made me bold.

Once we’re outside in the hot Tampa air, I gather her closer, putting my arm around her shoulders.

“Where are we going?” Her words come out needy.

“My Audi,” I tell her. “I had to get you alone before I fucked you on that dance floor.”

“I’m so glad you drove,” she tells me.

“You Ubered, huh? Hoping I was going to take you home?” I tease her. “Did my dirty girl have plans?”

“I had thoughts, not plans,” she admits with a shrug.

This woman is a walking contradiction. One minute she’s so worried about definitions and what this could mean for us and our careers.

The next minute I have her willingly following me out to my car so that I can shag her in the back seat.

I pull out the fob and unlock the doors.

Opening the back door, I motion for her to get inside.

She climbs into the car without saying a word, moving so that her back is pressed up against the other door.

I look around and notice that none of our friends have followed us, and no one else is paying attention to us either.

They’re too worried about getting into the club, which is filling up.

I may have to call August to get us back in.

I climb in after her. Her eyes are bouncing around the car with anticipation.

I don’t make her wait for anything. I lunge forward and capture her lips with mine.

She moans instantly at the contact. I have to get her out of some of these clothes.

Thankfully, I’m not parked under a light, and the dome lights have long gone out.

No one should see her if I remove her top.

I love it, but it’s in the way, and right now I need to feel her.

I grab the hem of her top, separating us for a moment while I pull it over her head.

“You are fucking perfect,” I say, admiring her.

Her breasts are full and pushed up in a black lacy bra.

Her navel is pierced, and her abs are strong and defined.

Her body is heavenly, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her.

My lips return to hers as I explore her body.

Reaching around, I undo her bra and pull it down her shoulders.

I place her heavy breast in my hand and knead her nipple.

She begins to moan and squirm at my touches.

I back us up so that I’m sitting in the middle seat and guide her so she can straddle my hips.

She welcomes the new position as she starts to grind against me.

I can feel how turned on she is right now.

I want to make her feel so good. I move down her neck so that I’m at her chest. Still kneading a nipple, I place the other pink bud into my mouth and suck.

Her head rolls back as she lets out another moan.

“Fuck, that feels so fucking good,” she cries out.

I pull my mouth away from her breast and Cassie whimpers. “Oh, love, is the other nipple feeling lonely?” I tease her. She whimpers again and nods. “Let me fix that.”

I take the other one into my mouth, licking and sucking as she’s grinding on me, setting a quick pace. I pull back from her nipple and move my hands to her shorts. “May I?” I look up into her blue eyes. They look almost navy in the darkness of the car. She nods. “Good girl,” I tell her.

I slowly unbutton them, then go to pull the zipper down as she leans back for me so that she’s resting on the front seats. It gives me a better angle. “Fuck, I knew I should have gotten the SUV. It would be so much easier to get you naked.”

“Yes, you should have.” Her voice comes out all breathy and full of need. “Are you going to touch me or what?”

I love the boldness the alcohol has brought out in her. I want more of it. I decide to test it and see how far she’ll let me take it. I want her so bad, but I’m not about to rush her and make her do something she’s not ready for, especially out here in a car.

I pull her zipper down and bring the shorts down just a bit so that I can see she’s wearing a pair of matching black panties.

I move my hands around to her ass so that I can work them down a bit farther.

I’m rewarded with the feel of her bare ass in the smallest black thong I’ve ever felt.

I pull it down too. The car is full of the smell of her arousal.

It’s delicious. I could die and never smell another pussy again, that’s how sweet she is.

I look up at her eyes. “Are you sure?” I ask her. As much as I want her right now, I gotta be sure she wants it too. Cassie nods. I smack her ass a bit, as much as I can from this position. “I need you to say it.”

“Just fucking touch me. Don’t go shy on me now.”

Fucking done.

My hand glides into her slick folds, and she lets out another moan.

I close my eyes at the feeling of her wet and warm pussy.

I need to feel more of her. I slip a finger inside her and she calls out my name.

I want to hear her say that for the rest of my life.

If that’s the only other thing this woman ever says, that’s fine with me. She can moan my name all she’d like.

“More. Please, you’ve got to give me more,” she cries out.

I insert two fingers and work her some more. She’s tightening around me, so I add another finger and that seals the deal. She starts moaning and calling for me again and again. I pump my fingers in and out of her faster and faster, until she goes slack.

“Holy shit,” she finally says when she comes down from her high. My fingers are still inside her. I’m too busy watching the woman in front of me, who appears to have me in some sort of a trance.

“Can I fuck you?” The words fly out of my mouth before I even realize it.

“Yes” is all she says. Her hands slowly begin to work on my belt, and she’s tugging at my pants like she’s trying to get them off. “You wanna help here? Or should I do all of the work myself?” she teases me.

I snap to my senses and slowly lift enough while she braces herself against the roof as I work my pants down so they’re around my ankles. “God, I wish I could actually see and feel more of you.”

“There’ll be time for that,” she says as she works herself so that only one leg is in her shorts.

We lock eyes as she slowly guides her wet pussy down my shaft.

“Holy fuck. You feel so fucking good,” I tell her once I’m buried to the hilt inside her.

“Your cock is perfection,” she tells me as she slowly starts to move up and down. “Oh, fuck.”

Leaning forward, I take a nipple into my mouth while working the other one with my hands. She’s riding me faster and faster. Her moans are loud. I drag my mouth away from her nipple and capture them with my mouth. I don’t want anyone to discover us before I really get to enjoy her.

Her fingertips dig into my shoulders, and I grab hold her hips. I need more friction, so I guide her hips faster and faster on my dick. She’s crying out into my mouth, and I’m eating up each and every one of her moans.

I can feel it. The high is climbing and climbing. I’m about to come. I break our kiss and cry out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I tell her.

“Me too,” she says, holding on to me as she’s bouncing up and down on my cock.

I feel it the moment she lets go. Her juices wet my cock, and I blow off inside her. My orgasm rips through me and causes me to stop moving and fall back against the back seat. Cassie’s head falls onto my shoulder. We’re a mess of arms, legs, juices, and sweat.

“We’re about to have a real problem here, love,” I tell her, tapping her hip.

“I can’t fucking move,” she breathes out. “You were incredible.”

“So were you.” I lean over and kiss her shoulder. “That wasn’t how I thought this night was going to go.”

“You mean you didn’t plan this?” she asks me, leaning back so that she’s looking me in the eyes.

“I did not. I’m not complaining that it happened. I just hadn’t considered the car.”

“What made you?”

“Seeing you out there dancing like that. The way you were grinding against me. I fucking needed you. I needed to get so much closer to you than that dance floor would allow.”

“I’m glad I was able to drive you so crazy.” She snickers and looks around. “What should we do?”

I sigh and look around. There are no rags or towels in my car. I keep it pretty neat. So, I do the only thing I can and remove my pants so that I can free my boxer briefs from my body.

“We’re going to have to clean up with these,” I say with a shrug. “It’s all I’ve got.”

She throws her head back, laughing. “Well, if that’s all we’ve got.”

I slowly help her off me and place my boxers over her pussy so that I can clean her. “Just hold yourself up. I’ll clean you.”

“Okay,” she rasps out. It’s dark in here but not completely, so I can see her eyes and smile soften. She leans in and gives me a kiss on the lips.

“What was that for?” I ask her.

“The orgasms.”

I laugh. “Fair enough. I think you’re as clean as I can get you. Now hop off so that I can clean up too.”

Cassie does as I ask and sits in the back seat while I wipe up my cock. I right my pants and slide my feet back into my shoes.

“Should we get back in there?” I ask her.

“I think we’re going to have to,” she replies, her voice full of sadness. “I wish we could stay out here all night. Or go somewhere more comfortable.”

“I agree, but it would be too obvious.”

“Did anyone see us come out here?” She reaches over and runs her fingertips up and down my arm.

“I know Danny saw you dancing on me, but I’m not sure if he realized that we came out here together. I can talk to him, though. Convince him that he was too drunk to realize what he saw.” There’s not much else we can do. What’s done is done. But I don’t say that to her.

“What if he tells Mac? She’ll never let this go.” She puts her head in her hands.

“Will she rat us out?” I ask her.

“I can talk to her.” She doesn’t sound as confident as I did.

“Let’s go see if they’ve figured out that we’re missing.”

We exit the car, and I know instantly that there’s no way I can take anyone home in this car. It smells like pussy and sex—a smell I never want to leave, because it reminds me that I got to touch and feel her in my car.

I lead her back into the club, and we find everyone at the table. August is refilling everyone’s glass when we join them again.

“Here, have another, guys,” he says, handing each of us a glass.

I move and take Cassie’s from her hand. “She’s not having anymore. I just had to take her outside. She felt sick. All the alcohol and dancing wasn’t a good combination. I think she needs a break.”

“You okay?” Mac says, coming over to check on Cassie. “You’re flushed. Should we take you home?”

Danny is staring at me. I’m not sure he’s buying it.

“No, I’m good. Jase is right, though. I don’t need any more. The air helped. I’m going to get some water and sip on that a bit.”

“Let me do it,” Amelia says, and she heads off in the direction of the bar. Hendrix goes along with her.

I almost feel bad that they’re all worried about Cassie for no reason, but after everyone saw us return together, it was the only logical explanation.

The rest of the night goes well, especially since it doesn’t last much longer. Danny takes Cassie home with him and Mac, and the rest go home in an Uber. I head off in my car, basking in the smell of sex the whole way home.