Drag Strip Fuck

C h a p t e r 6

Nico

“Yes, I'm sure Valentino,” I growl, resisting the urge to throw my phone at the wall. “Just get it done.”

“Nico, can you hand me that wrench?” Aliana says as she reaches for the wrench just inches from her fingertips.

Her oversized band tee lifts up, and her smooth stomach comes into view, making me swallow. The sight of her in an oversized band tee and cutoff jean shorts underneath a car, her hair pulled back into a messy bun, shouldn't turn me on, but it does and I shift, trying to rearrange my dick.

“Here,” I say, kicking it towards her hand.

“Fuck you,” she grunts when the wrench hits her wrist, making her wince.

“I would gladly allow you the pleasure,” I say and she scowls.

“You have too much ego,” she grumbles, sliding back under the car.

“That's not what you were saying when I was inside you,” I say and from underneath the car I hear an indignant squeak.

Bending down onto my knees, thankful I wore my black jeans. I lean towards her ear, my breath skipping over the tender skin underneath and making her shiver.

“You know Princess, if this wasn't my brother's place, I would fuck you up against this car right now,” I whisper into her ear and she shivers, a tiny moan escaping her lips and shooting straight to my dick.

“Fuck off Nico,” she says shakily, continuing to work on the car.

“Do you really want that Princess?” I ask, one hand snaking down to skip across her stomach and rub along the edges of her shorts as she inhales sharply.

“Nico, I need to work on this car.”

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“What do you want?” Aliana asks as she rounds the corner of the shop and spots me leaning against my bike, scrolling on my phone.

“To fuck you,” I say without looking up.

“I'm going to the drag strip, I don't have time,” she says.

“Five minutes?” I say, stalking towards her and pinning her up against her car.

“You talk a big game mister,” she says, poking a finger into my chest.

I snort and when she goes to poke my chest again, I catch her hand and pull her into me, letting my free hand wander downwards.

“You really should know never to challenge me,” I say, and she shivers, and I run the tips of my fingers along the waistband of her shorts.

She squirms under my touch as I fiddle with the top button to unbutton it, only to find there are three more buttons. As I unbutton the other buttons, she squirms against my hand, her eyes flicking shut every now and then.

“God dammit Nico, stop teasing me,” she groans, her hips thrusting up, trying to get closer to my hand.

“Patience, Princess,” I say, and she shoots me a look that could have made a rose wither up and die.

Lucky for me, I'm not a rose.

The last button finally comes undone, and I slip my hand beneath the waistband, reaching down to run my finger lightly across her fabric covered core. She thrusts into my hand, releasing a tiny sigh as I pull the fabric aside to drag my fingers down her soaking wet slit to her entrance.

“Nico, if you don't hurry up, I'll do it myself,” she snaps a second before I thrust both fingers into her, making her moan and drop back against her car.

I pump my fingers a few times before thrusting them in up the my knuckle as she drops her head back against the car. I can feel her thighs beginning to shake as I pump in and out of her, letting her ride my fingers.

“Slow down, Princess, I haven't even started yet,” I say, and she scoffs.

Smirking, I growl and place my thumb flat against her clit. She jerks back and I push her harder against the car, circling my thumb around her clit as I pump in and out of her, her suppressed moans floating up around me.

“Fucking hell Nico,” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders as I feel her clench her thighs.

“Don't fight it,” I growl, pulling back and slamming my fingers into her.

Her body jumps and shakes, her inner muscles squeezing tightly around my fingers as she comes. I pull my fingers up, not before thrusting one more time for good measure, and wrap them around her back, keeping her upright.

Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “was that five minutes?”

“Shut up asshole,” she snaps, regaining her balance and shoving me away.

She rolls her eyes as she walks over to the driver's door and opens it, getting in. She slams the door and I roll my eyes as she starts the car, the engine revving loudly.

For fear of my toes and other bodily parts, I jump out of the way as she backs out of her parking spot and speeds out of the gravel lot, dust swirling up around me.

I smirk after her, knowing damn well that girl is gonna be the end of me.