Adrenaline (Speed #2) (22 page)

“I had a whole lot of fun. I’m slightly concerned that I had more fun hanging out with a bunch of five and six-year-old girls than I do with my own friends.”

A small chuckle passed through my lips as I took her in. It was then I noticed she was wearing a long coat.

“Um . . . why are you wearing a coat?”

Her eyes glowed with eagerness as she leaned back against the door and reached behind to lock it.

She took a few steps closer to me and I could feel my cock coming to life.

“I thought since you weren’t able to see me in the beautiful lingerie you bought for me, we might take a little detour today during your therapy.”

My tongue moved over my lips as I swallowed hard. “You’re off today,” I mumbled in a wavering voice.

Her eyebrow rose. “Am I? Would you like me to leave and—”

“No!” I exclaimed.

The wicked smile that grew across her face made it hard to breathe.

I was sitting on the weight bench as she walked up and stood in front of me. “It’s a little hot in here, don’t you think?”

My mouth mumbled something I couldn’t understand as I lifted my eyes up to hers. With one fluid movement, she opened the coat to reveal the most amazing fucking body I’d ever put my eyes on.

“My God,” I whispered as I lifted my hands and placed them on her perfectly flat stomach. The sharp intake of air told me Paislie wanted me as much as I wanted her.

There wasn’t an inch on her body I didn’t want to taste with my lips or feel with my hands. Her body trembled as I moved my fingers lightly along her lace panties.

“You look so fucking hot, Paislie.”

Her hands came up her body to her breasts while her head dropped back.

A low growl emitted from the back of my throat while my hands found their way to her ass. Taking it in my hands, I squeezed her and pulled her closer, touching my lips to her soft skin.

“Oh God,” she gasped as her hands dropped to my hair.

Fighting the urge to rip her panties off, I took a deep breath and blew over her mound as her fingers wrapped tightly around my hair. I wanted the first time with Paislie to be different. Slow, romantic, everything I never had before.

“What do you want from me?” she asked in a husky voice.

My heart and mind were in a bitter battle. “I want so badly to make love to you, baby. But I’m gonna be honest, my cock is so hard for you it hurts. All I want is for you to put your pussy on it and ride the hell out of me until I spill every ounce of cum into your body.”

“Jesus,” she whispered as I stood. For one brief moment I forgot about the pain in my knee and leg as I removed my workout shorts.

Paislie’s eyes lit up with a dark passion as she took a step back and slowly pushed her panties to the ground. She stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side.

“You’re so naughty, Mr. Wallace.”

With a wicked grin, I slowly shook my head as I pulled her closer to me, pressing my cock into her as she sucked in a breath. “You have no idea how naughty I can be, Ms. Pruitt.”

I slowly sat back on the bench as she moved over me, each leg on either said of the bench. Her body trembled when I took myself in my hand and stroked. Paislie’s eyes widened in delight as she zeroed in on my hand and licked her lips.

“Are you wet?” I asked as her teeth sunk down onto her lip and nodded her head.

Not removing my eyes from her face, I said, “Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are.”

Her eyes snapped up and her face flushed. Her breathing increased as her chest rose and fell, each time turning me on more. “W-what?”

“Touch. Yourself.”

For one brief moment she hesitated and then did as I said. I moaned when she pushed two fingers inside herself. “Very wet,” she whispered.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

With an eager nod, she moved over me as I placed both hands on her hips. Slowly sinking down, her breath stalled when my cock barely pushed inside of her.

My hands felt like they were shaking as I gripped onto her hips harder. Jesus H. Christ. I wasn’t going to last a minute inside her.

“Wait!” she exclaimed. “Condom.”

Fucking hell what would she feel like with no barrier? I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “I . . . I don’t have one!” I practically shouted.

Her mouth snapped shut as she gave me a blank expression. “Please don’t say that. I’ve never in my life had sex with no condom, Malcolm. It’s my number one rule and I’ve never broken it.”

This is not happening right now.

“I haven’t either, Paislie, and I get tested regularly as well.”

The way we looked at each other had my cock getting even harder.

“Me too.”

Jesus, please tell me I’ve died and gone to heaven if she answers this next question with a yes.

“Are you on birth control?”

Her lips pressed together, knowing where I was going. “Yes,” she softly said.

I pulled her body down more onto my cock, filling her with a few more inches.

Her eyes closed as she said, “Malcolm, it’s too risky.”

My lips went to her neck as I softly dragged my tongue along her skin. “We can stop, baby. Just say the word.”

She moaned as she let herself sink down a little more.

Son-of-a-bitch. I’d never been inside a girl with no rubber on. Paislie was no ordinary girl. She had my heart clearly thinking for my brain.

Another inch and we both moaned. “You’re so big,” she panted as she sunk all the way down letting out a gasp when I filled her completely.

Warmth radiated throughout my body as I wrapped my arms around her. I’d never be the same after this.

“Oh my God,” she spoke as her fingers laced through my hair. My cock twitched inside her body, begging her to move, yet relishing in the absolute blissful moment.

“Fucking hell, you feel so good,” I said as held her close to my body. “Fuck me, Paislie. I’m yours.”

Her body trembled as she placed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. I loved her eyes. They said a million things at once, yet said nothing at all. She confused me, thrilled me, and had me longing for more.

Then she moved, slowly at first as my hand went to her hair and pulled it, forcing her to bend her head back.

“Fuuuck,” I panted out. “I’ve never . . . felt anything . . . so fucking amazing.”

“Malcolm,” was all she said as she picked up speed. It was true, I’d never in my life experienced anything like this before. My head was spinning and my heart was racing. For the first time in a long time, I felt something. I desired something more than sex. For the first time in a long time . . . the guilt about Casey was gone and I was allowing myself to feel.

Paislie brought it out. My sweet beautiful Paislie.

OH. DEAR. GOD.

It felt so wrong. Yet it felt so incredibly right. The feeling of Malcolm moving inside of me, with nothing between us was amazing. The fact that I didn’t feel the need to have the barrier . . . even more amazing.

I’d finally let my heart open up and it felt fantastic. And it scared the hell out of me. I had just given my whole self to him in hopes he wouldn’t ruin me.

“Fuck me! Fuck me faster, baby.”

His dirty talk had me all kinds of worked up. I could practically feel the wetness running down my legs. “Mal . . . Malcolm!” I cried out as I moved faster, feeling my orgasm build. My body heated from head to toe. My skin was on fire everywhere he touched.

My stomach fluttered as he whispered against my lips, “You’re so beautiful. I need to come inside you, baby.”

That was it.

That was all I needed to unleash the most intense orgasm of my life. My legs shook and I wasn’t sure if it was from fatigue or the orgasm. My body clenched down on Malcolm’s dick as I rode it out. I was finally coming down from my high when I felt him grow bigger. The feeling was heavenly. I’d never experienced this feeling of having a man in me with no condom. It was as if I could feel everything ten times better.

“Oh God . . . not . . . again!” I cried out as Malcolm grunted and called out my name. His hips pumped hard while he held me in place, pulling more from me. The knowledge he was the only man to ever fill me with his cum and give me not only one but two orgasms while having sex, had my heart quickening.

Malcolm’s arms wrapped around my body as we came to a stop. Our breathing rough as we attempted to get it under control.

“That was the hottest moment of my entire life,” I spoke into his neck.

With a rumbled laugh, he pushed me back as he gazed into my eyes. My body was spent and if I hadn’t known any better, I’d have thought I had just finished a marathon. When his hand came up and cupped the side of my face, I leaned into it.

“Please don’t ever leave me. You’ve changed my entire world.”

The sadness in his eyes brought tears to my own. I heard the hurt in his voice and I wanted to know why it was there.

“Why do you think I’d leave you?” I asked as I ran my finger down his tattooed arm.

He shook his head. “My leg hurts like a bitch.”

I jumped up and looked down. My heart stopped as I watched his cum travel down my body.

Oh my God. I had sex with no condom. I just fucked a man on a workout bench in his workout room with his family in the house!

My emotions were so mixed. I loved that he came inside me, yet it felt like I had given him a sacred piece of me and that scared the hell out of me. The last man I gave my heart to broke it into a million pieces.

The small knock on the door had both of us freezing. “Mr. Wallace, it’s Jane. Would you like me to clean in there?”

My eyes widened as my hands covered my mouth. Dropping my hands, I reached for my coat. Malcolm quickly put his shorts on, grabbed his cane and walked over to me with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen.

“What if she heard us?” I whispered.

When he pushed his fingers inside of me I gasped as he moaned before answering. “No, it’s okay. It doesn’t need to be cleaned in here, Jane.”

My heartbeat was pounding in my ears so loudly I could hardly hear my own breathing.

Malcolm continued to use his fingers to make me complete mess. “Okay, have a good day, Mr. Wallace.”

Malcolm grinned as I grabbed onto his arms and shook my head. What was wrong with me? My mind was all over the place. Someone was on the other side of the door and Malcolm was fingering me, clearly turned on again. “You too.”

My hand grabbed his arm to stop him. “I . . . I can’t think. Wait.”

His lips moved slowly and softly over my neck while his other hand cupped my breast as his finger moved over the fabric teasing my nipple. “Malcolm,” I panted out as he continued to drive me crazy everywhere he touched.

“You’re so wet, baby.”

The feeling in my body was unlike anything I could explain. I was on fire everywhere. “That would be your cum.”

I’m going to Hell. Good lord, Elizabeth would be appalled at my behavior.

“Mmm . . . mixed with yours.”

Dropping my head back, I gave in to the desire and pumped my hips, I needed more. I wanted more. God help me I wanted to come again.

Malcolm snickered as he finger fucked me faster. “You’re greedy for orgasms, Paislie.”

So close. God, I was so close.

“Uncle Malcolm!”

Her voice pulled me out of the spell I was under. I pushed Malcolm away as I took a step back. My chest heaving as I fought to drag in air.

“What are you doing to me?” I mumbled as I put my coat on.

His smile did crazy things to me. He started for the door as I quickly made my way to the bathroom on the other side of the gym. Barely making it in time, Malcolm threw the door open to a very happy Sophie.

“Uncle Malcolm! What were you doing in here? We heard funny noises.”

“Yes, what
were
you doing in here? Jane had to come get me because the door was locked.”

My lips pressed together tightly. Holy shit. Malcolm’s mother.

“I was getting in a workout.”

The silence that followed told me his mother was probably giving him a look only a mother can give.

Glancing up, I saw the window.

Autumn laughed and asked, “Is Paislie
working out
with you this morning?”

Damn her. I thought she was on my side. I was going to smack her the next time I saw her.

I quickly looked around for something to use to get me closer to the window.

“As a matter of fact, she did.”

What is he doing? Oh God. I have to get out of here! Now!

“That would explain the locked door then, wouldn’t it,” Shirley said.

“Great,” I whispered. I had the feeling Malcolm’s mother didn’t like me for some reason. This was not going to help the situation any.

“Paislie! Where is she, Uncle Malcolm?”

“Going potty. Paislie! What are you doing?”

I fell back against the door. I was going to take his balls and twist them until he begged for mercy.

Glancing down at my coat, I opened it. “I can’t go out in this,” I mumbled under my breath.

I quickly opened doors and practically screamed when I saw some of Malcolm’s stuff. It was a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt. I kicked off my shoes, unclipped my garter belt and slipped the pants on. They were huge but oh well. The T-shirt practically swallowed me whole.