Boosted (In The Fast Lane) by Arya Cole

back. He wrapped one arm around her torso and latched the other to her
shoulder. He was close, she could feel it. His thrusts took on more fury. He
was fucking her harder than ever. Her limbs had long ago turned to jelly and
she was only upright thanks to him holding her up.
    The next thing she felt was the warm flow of semen shooting
deep into the depths of her ass. He pushed his cock as far as he could inside
of her as he came. Only after he had shot his complete load did Brody slowly
pull his stiff cock back through her now thoroughly used asshole.
    Hannah felt like she had just run a marathon. Her body was
now a lifeless husk. Her mouth was as dry and arid as a desert. Her hair was
matted against her perspiring face. Her breath wheezed out of her lungs. Brody
laid down next to her and held her tight in his arms.
    “How you holding up?” Brody whispered in her ear.
    “Good,” she said. “So good.”
    It was true. She’d never felt more at peace than she did in
the aftermath of having her ass pounded by his thick, long cock. Her asshole
was only now starting to retract and regain its sense of elasticity.
    They fell asleep like that. She nestled into Brody so that
they slept as one body instead of two. Hannah had no idea what tomorrow would
bring. But on this night all was perfect.

 
     
    THIRTEEN
    Morning Revelation
     
    Brody hadn’t planned on spending the night at Hannah’s
place. Then again, he also hadn’t expected to be fucking her ass that night
either. He suspected that they would break up that night, especially after he
told her what sort of things he’d gotten himself wrapped up in. She reacted
better than he had expected even before the sex. He was surprised when she
didn’t immediately throw him out and further taken aback when she began to kiss
him. She must have been just as hung up on him as he was on her.
    He awoke the next morning before she did. Friday morning. He
had one more day to get the car and he still didn’t know how he was going to do
it. The house was too secure. Taking it by force would be out of the question.
He always had a bodyguard with him. The only time he had seen him alone was
when he went down to the carwash and…
    Wait a minute. The carwash. That was the key. It was the one
time he was vulnerable. When had he gone there? Saturday? Brody had to hope
that he would do it again the next day. It would be his last chance. He still
didn’t know how he would pull it off. But he would spend the next twenty-four
hours figuring it out. That meant that he had to leave the comfort of Hannah’s
bed. He didn’t want to get up. He wanted to forget it all and stay with her. He
wanted to leave behind his responsibilities. He couldn’t though. Not yet.
    He thought it would be rude to just sleep away so he shook
Hannah awake. She raised her heavy eyelids and looked up at him.
    “Good morning,” she said.
    “Morning. You sleep well?”
    She nodded and let out a hum of assent.
    “I hate to do this but I have to leave.”
    “No.”
    “Yes. I’m sorry.”
    “Stay just a little longer.”
    “Don’t you have class?”
    “I don’t care about that.”
    “After tomorrow,” Brody said. “Just give me one more day and
then I’ll be free. Okay?”
    He leaned down and kissed her. She still didn’t seem happy
about his leaving but at least she seemed to understand why he had to go.
    He retrieved his clothes and dressed.
    “Are you sure you can’t stay for breakfast?”
    It sounded like such a pleasant idea. He could imagine
sitting across from her, nibbling on eggs and sipping a mimosa. But again, he
had to banish the thought for the time being. One more day.
    “You know how much I want to.”
    “So do it!”
    “Stop tempting me.”
    She let out a playful laugh. “I’m not trying to force you
into anything you don’t already want to do.”
    “There’s a difference between wanting to do something and
being able to do something.”
    “Fine. But you owe me.”
    “I know,”