Boosted (In The Fast Lane) by Arya Cole

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restrain herself to only asking one at a time.
    “Who pays you?”
    “No. You shouldn’t know that. I’ll try to be as honest as
possible, but there are some things I don’t want to tell you. Trust me, it’s
for your own safety.”
    “Have you ever...hurt someone while doing it.”
    “I try not to,” he said. “I’d have had pretty good luck
avoiding it. So far.”
    So far. He said it like it was something that might change
in the near future.
    “What does that mean?”
    “Never say never. That’s all.”
    “The guy you were following. You want to steal his car.”
    Brody nodded.
    “And someone’s paying you to do that?”
    Brody nodded again.
    “Why that car in particular?”
    “It’s a long story.”
    “You want to tell me?”
    “No.”
    “Because it might be dangerous?”
    Brody nodded.
    “What have you gotten yourself into?”
    He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
    Hannah got up and walked over to him. She leaned down and
kissed him on the forehead. She then straddled the chair and sat down in his lap.
She pressed her forehead against his.
    “Tell me it’s going to be okay,” she said.
    “After I get this done, we can be together. I promise.” He
then added, “If you still want me.”
    “Of course I do.”
    She kissed him, long and passionately, to confirm this fact.
She hadn’t intended to start anything but neither of them wanted to let go of
the kiss right away. All the distress that Hannah had been feeling began to
fade. The memories of their good times together came flooding back. She
remembered why she had become so obsessed with him in the first place. It was
an incredible, life-affirming kiss.
    Before she knew it, Hannah was grinding her hips against
Brody’s lap. She could feel him becoming aroused as she did so. Neither of them
were trying to make anything happen. They just couldn’t resist each other.
Their mutual attraction was strong enough to overcome all the turmoil that had
been plaguing them for these last few days. They both seemed to accept that it
was in their best interests to forget about all that and just enjoy themselves
for a little while.
    She put her hands all over him. She ran them through his
hair, over his back, and under his shirt. He used his hands on her as well,
cupping her breasts and ass. They pulled each other close together. They still had
not broken that first kiss. Hannah’s grinding increased. She could feel that he
was almost fully erect and was practically ripping through his pants.
    Brody stood up. Hannah was still straddled around him. He
carried her over to the bed and together they laid down. They continued to kiss
and grope each other as they stripped off their clothes. They kissed each
other’s necks and chests. Any bit of exposed skin became a target. They ground
their hips against each other, just inches away from achieving penetration.
Hannah wanted him inside her right that second. He did not oblige her right
away. Brody has something else in mind.
    Brody kissed downward along the middle of her body. He
kissed the nape of her neck, the middle of her breasts, her solar plexus. He
lingered along her stomach and then went even further down until he reached the
edge of her wispy pubic hair. He then kissed the hood of her clitoris followed
by the lips of her pussy. Her gave her labia a long lick and then dipped her
tongue into the center of her pussy. He stiffened it and moved it in and out,
tongue fucking her pussy. She squirmed at his touch while at the same time
lifting her hips to give him better access to her most sensitive area.
    He lifted his tongue from her pussy and began to tickle her
clit with it. Hannah closed her eyes and began to moan. She start to massage
her own breasts. She pinched, tweaked, and pulled on her own nipples as Brody
feasted on her clit. She came within minutes of Brody suckling on her clit. All
the tension and frustration from the past few days was released in a torrent in
the form of screams from deep