Page 77 of Changing Lanes

Yeah, well, it’s about fucking time, girl.

This game between us has finally reached its limit—as have I—and I’m doing things my way for a while. Fuck the rules.

Her smile falls away as my cock hits particularly close to her sweet spot making her eyebrows crease.

“Beckett,” slips from her sexy mouth and that’s when I lose all the patience I swear I was practicing before.

In one quick motion, I flip us so I’m hovering just above her. My thumb circles the hollow of her throat as my other hand lingers at her waistband. My eyes bore into hers, asking permission to take this one step further.

Shit, maybe ten steps, I don’t know. Math sucks and I’ve lost count.

All I know is I need to give her something. Anything. It’s like a deep-rooted need that I never had until this moment. One I barely even recognize but still know should be obeyed. If I don’t touch her right now, all hell in my body will break loose. My heart, my mind—those I’ll worry about later. She moaned my name for the second time now and I’ll be damned if I can’t coax it out of her again. And maybe again for good measure. I’m an overachiever like that.

Paige cocks her head at me, undoubtedly planning what she should do but I don’t let her think too hard as I dip my lips to her stomach, tasting her exposed skin. Her torso is soft and warm until I push a little too far then I’m met with hard resistance from her toned abs.

“Let me in,” I plead against her skin. In where exactly? I’m not sure yet but she seems to understand because she arches her back, allowing me to slide her shorts and panties down enough to reach where we both want me to be.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, seeing her lower half come into view.

Paige is perfect when she’s dressed like a badass on her bike or a tired nurse going in for a shift or in ratty ass men’s clothing with horrendous bedhead, but naked Paige? Naked Paige is something else entirely. She’s the type of dangerous all fathers should warn their sons about. She could end us if she wanted to. She could start a war in the blink of an eye because I’ll tell you right now, I ain’t blinking anytime soon for fear I might miss what’s in front of me—her incredible naked body all ready for me and only me.

Fuck everything else.

Eager, or nervous maybe, Paige starts to squirm, but I can’t. I just can’t rush. Whatever I did in my life to deserve this beautiful woman in my bed today, I don’t know, but I’ll take my time showing my appreciation. I’d planned on working her with my long fingers, keeping it slightly impersonal—just in case—but with her pussy on display, plans have changed and goddamn, I need to taste her.

Fuck impersonal. Shit’s about to get real personal, real quick.

She’s completely bare below the waist without a hint of stubble like most chicks that shave, proving she gets waxed. Makes sense since she rides street bikes. I’ve heard it’s uncomfortable for females if they don’t keep up with their shit. At least I won’t get rug burn on my face if she lets me take this spontaneous trip south of her border.

Kissing my way down to her hip bone, I glance up to see her watching me through thick dark lashes. Her nipples are poking through the white, almost see-through material and I make a note to circle back to those. Usually, I’d try to cover all my bases at once, but this time I want to focus on each individual spot. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the view in the meantime though.

“Lose the top.”

As fucking usual, Paige just shakes her head, driving me crazy.

She’ll learn though.

Grabbing her hips with both hands, I flip us again so I’m flat on my back and she’s straddling my face with both knees on the mattress on either side of my head. She shrieks and laughs, trying to move away, but my hands hold her in place with her pussy right above my jaw.

My eyes catch her widened ones. “Off. Now.”

Still. Still she doesn’t surrender.

Instead she sasses, “Say please.”

“I’ll say whatever the fuck you want me to, just take your damn top off so I can eat your pussy already. I’m fucking hungry and I want my breakfast in bed today.”

She purses her lips, so I tack on a “please” at the end. Fuck if I care. I’m not above begging.

Her hands hit the bottom of the fabric, and as soon as her perfectly round tits are revealed, my eyes roam her sculpted body in my direct line of vision. I’d love to see all of it from every angle but her pussy hovering above my face is kinda stealing the spotlight at the moment and I’m happy to give it the respect Paige deserves.

After getting an eyeful, I finally dive in, licking and sucking and lapping up everything Paige will allow me. It’s everything I thought it’d be, and more. Paige always smells like peaches and I’m happy to discover she tastes like one, too. I heard a local farm call their peaches Two-Napkin Peaches once but I’m thinking I might need three when I’m finished here. Chick is sweet and warm and has me fucking captivated.

A hand on each ass cheek, I position her wherever I need for me to hit each spot smoothly.

She’s a panting, sweaty mess in no time and I’m loving every fucking second of it. I’m doing that to her. No one else.

But she’s doing so much more to me. She’s impulsive and resilient and makes me feel impulsive and resilient, and I’ve never felt so free. The highest jumps on my dirt bike never felt this good. The tightest turns on my street bike never got my blood pumping like Paige does. The girl stole damn near every thought in my head with no guarantee of returning them and damn if I don’t care one bit.