Racer
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We’re in the motorhome at the track.
And funny thing is, Racer seems to think this is his own personal home at the track.
He immediately pushes the team’s laptop to the side of the desk, leaving the desktop empty except for a small lamp, and me.
He closes the blinds a half an inch more than they were already closed, the sunlight stealing through the slats, cutting lines of light across his handsome face.
“Racer, someone can come in and I’ll be naked,” I warn.
He clucks, and I know he locked the door, but still …
“Whoever does decide to come in here is a very, very stupid and unlucky man.”
I laugh at his protectiveness and arch my back against his hand, which is now rubbing the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my pussy. Yet so far away at the same time.
He looks sinfully hot in his tight black undershirt and racing suit with the sleeves tied at his hips. His blazing blue eyes pinning me down to the desk and his hot mouth begging me to kiss it.
He leans down towards me and kisses me deeply, stroking the inside of my mouth with his tongue, “You’re so gorgeous,” he tells me right before I feel a finger push inside me. I moan, pretty loudly, against his mouth and he just takes this as further invitation to keep doing what he’s doing. He brings my legs up so that my feet are on the edge of the desk, with my knees spread apart framing him in between. His finger pumps in and out of me and I can feel him hitting the sweetest spot.
Hitting it every single time.
I can’t control my noises at this point as I move my hips against his hand. His fingers leave me and I look up to see him take his glistening middle and index finger and put them in his mouth, sucking them and looking at me possessively.
I vaguely hear him say “yummy” before he sticks them back inside me, this time giving it to me faster and harder. Just when I’m about to come he stops and takes a step back.
“Racer, are you serious!” I half-heartedly protest.
He smirks and kisses the inside of my thigh. “Let me do what I want. I promise you’ll love it.”
He strips off until he’s all naked except for his tight white boxers, which are basically ripping at the seams with his erection.
My heartbeat stalls as I take him in, all muscle, tanned golden skin, with a face so strikingly beautiful it would make any angel fall in love, and every devil fall in lust.
This time, when he comes back to me, he falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around my thighs.
My breath and my heart both stop when I realize what he’s about to do and my only thought is holy fucking shit.
Something tells me this man can please a woman like none other and I don’t even know if I’m ready for what he wants to give.
“I … Racer, are you sure you want to … right now, I mean we’re …”
He looks up at me with his beautiful, dangerous blue eyes. Which right now look like they are on fire with need, turning a deep dark hungry blue.
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw you step into the elevator wearing your little pink skirt and wearing your little racing hat and I knew I wanted you spread out in front of me, just like this, with my head buried between your legs and you screaming out my name.”
He stops and reaches out to squeeze my waist, planting a kiss by my bellybutton, rubbing his nose back and forth against my skin and then groaning, “Please let me do this to you.”
If I was wet before, I am soaking now, and I have never wanted anything more than him to do just that.
I nod and spread my legs further and he gives me a little smile, flashing me his dimple, as he dips his head.
I expect him to go right to it but instead he turns his head and licks the point where my inner thigh joins my pelvis, right where my panty lines go.
My body joints at the feel of his hot wet tongue on the sensitive skin there. I moan a little and grip the edges of the desk.
He kisses and sucks there, and I hear him murmur devilishly, a gruff tone, “I think this is where I’ll give you your hickey …”
I can’t even laugh at that because it feels so good I am nothing but sensations.
His tongue on my skin, his hands gripping my hips, his hair grazing my stomach, my back touching the mahogany wood below me, my hair dangling down the edge of the desk, my nipples hard against the cool air.
He switches to my other leg, and start to lick and suck along my hip and inner thigh. It’s so close to my clit I want to scream with frustration but I also never want him to stop.
Just when I think I can’t take another second he moves closer to where I want him to go and starts to lick my outer lips, stopping occasionally to suck a little bit when he finds a spot he likes.
I’m dying at this point and he hasn’t even done anything to me directly.
He slips a finger inside and I do just what he wants me to. I say his name. Really loud.
His tongue starts to lick from where his finger is to my clit and I arch my back, losing all control at the feel of it.
I look down to see his manly hand wrapped around one of my legs, his dark head of hair bent down over me, nestled between my open legs, his lips wrapping around me, sucking, releasing, kissing, licking, and then repeating—I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life.
He looks like he’s eating chocolate cake.
He spreads my legs out even more and keeps slowly fucking me with his finger, his mouth basically making out with my clit.
He’s just as into this as I am and that makes me even hotter as I feel myself getting so close to the edge. My muscles clench and release against his fingers. I gasp and shake. I feel vulnerable and just as if he can read my mind, I feel his other hand gently pry my fingers off the edge of the desk so that he can hold my hand.
Meanwhile his face is buried between my legs, making me feel my blood pulse harder and my heart race.
I can’t take it anymore and I arch my back as I come with a scream, my legs shaking and my muscles clenching.
He stays there and kisses me softly before standing up and looking at me with his deep blue eyes, his chin wet with my juices, and the sight makes me melt.
He is so damn sexy I don’t even know who could create such a being.
I suddenly crave him closer. I need his kiss, so I wrap my legs around his hips and bring him to me, opening my arms up to him like a child, letting him know I need him here.
He bends down and embraces me completely, enveloping me in his warmth. He kisses my neck and showers kisses along my collarbones, my jawline, and then my mouth.
“Please fuck me,” I beg.
I already came but I need him inside me. Now. More than ever.
He swiftly takes off his boxers and slowly pushes inside me, stretching me out and filling me up so much I feel like he’s going to pop put of my stomach.
I gasp because he feels so good. He wraps his arms around me and holds me up at an angle before he starts to slide in and out of me. And it feels so good, hitting just the right spot, I basically come again. He pounds in and out of me and I tilt my head back, unable to control my moans.
He lays me back down on the desk, bringing my hips right to the edge and then wrapping my legs around his shoulders. Then he leans forward a bit, bringing my legs towards my chest, and thrusts deeper and I scream his name again because he is in so deep I don’t even know if I can take it.
His jaw clenches as he keeps pounding into me, little beads of sweat glistening on his collarbones.
I gasp, “God, Racer, I’m there …”
He starts to pound faster and I come, clenching around him, my body pulsating after my release. He scoops me up in his arms and sits down on a leather chair by the window, completely enveloping me in his warmth, his mouth whispering sweet things into my ear. That he’s crazy about me, that nothing turns him the fuck on like me …
It’s then I realize his erection is still pulsing fiercely against my bottom and I look up at him, confused.
“Tate … did you not? Why didn’t you finish?” I ask, confused and breathless, and before I can have a complete freak-out thinking I had done something terribly wrong he just smirks, flashing me that sexy dimple of his and he says, “I’m denying myself until I finish the race. I want to be pumped up and full of adrenaline—and amped to take on the Clarks.”
And funny thing is, Racer seems to think this is his own personal home at the track.
He immediately pushes the team’s laptop to the side of the desk, leaving the desktop empty except for a small lamp, and me.
He closes the blinds a half an inch more than they were already closed, the sunlight stealing through the slats, cutting lines of light across his handsome face.
“Racer, someone can come in and I’ll be naked,” I warn.
He clucks, and I know he locked the door, but still …
“Whoever does decide to come in here is a very, very stupid and unlucky man.”
I laugh at his protectiveness and arch my back against his hand, which is now rubbing the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my pussy. Yet so far away at the same time.
He looks sinfully hot in his tight black undershirt and racing suit with the sleeves tied at his hips. His blazing blue eyes pinning me down to the desk and his hot mouth begging me to kiss it.
He leans down towards me and kisses me deeply, stroking the inside of my mouth with his tongue, “You’re so gorgeous,” he tells me right before I feel a finger push inside me. I moan, pretty loudly, against his mouth and he just takes this as further invitation to keep doing what he’s doing. He brings my legs up so that my feet are on the edge of the desk, with my knees spread apart framing him in between. His finger pumps in and out of me and I can feel him hitting the sweetest spot.
Hitting it every single time.
I can’t control my noises at this point as I move my hips against his hand. His fingers leave me and I look up to see him take his glistening middle and index finger and put them in his mouth, sucking them and looking at me possessively.
I vaguely hear him say “yummy” before he sticks them back inside me, this time giving it to me faster and harder. Just when I’m about to come he stops and takes a step back.
“Racer, are you serious!” I half-heartedly protest.
He smirks and kisses the inside of my thigh. “Let me do what I want. I promise you’ll love it.”
He strips off until he’s all naked except for his tight white boxers, which are basically ripping at the seams with his erection.
My heartbeat stalls as I take him in, all muscle, tanned golden skin, with a face so strikingly beautiful it would make any angel fall in love, and every devil fall in lust.
This time, when he comes back to me, he falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around my thighs.
My breath and my heart both stop when I realize what he’s about to do and my only thought is holy fucking shit.
Something tells me this man can please a woman like none other and I don’t even know if I’m ready for what he wants to give.
“I … Racer, are you sure you want to … right now, I mean we’re …”
He looks up at me with his beautiful, dangerous blue eyes. Which right now look like they are on fire with need, turning a deep dark hungry blue.
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw you step into the elevator wearing your little pink skirt and wearing your little racing hat and I knew I wanted you spread out in front of me, just like this, with my head buried between your legs and you screaming out my name.”
He stops and reaches out to squeeze my waist, planting a kiss by my bellybutton, rubbing his nose back and forth against my skin and then groaning, “Please let me do this to you.”
If I was wet before, I am soaking now, and I have never wanted anything more than him to do just that.
I nod and spread my legs further and he gives me a little smile, flashing me his dimple, as he dips his head.
I expect him to go right to it but instead he turns his head and licks the point where my inner thigh joins my pelvis, right where my panty lines go.
My body joints at the feel of his hot wet tongue on the sensitive skin there. I moan a little and grip the edges of the desk.
He kisses and sucks there, and I hear him murmur devilishly, a gruff tone, “I think this is where I’ll give you your hickey …”
I can’t even laugh at that because it feels so good I am nothing but sensations.
His tongue on my skin, his hands gripping my hips, his hair grazing my stomach, my back touching the mahogany wood below me, my hair dangling down the edge of the desk, my nipples hard against the cool air.
He switches to my other leg, and start to lick and suck along my hip and inner thigh. It’s so close to my clit I want to scream with frustration but I also never want him to stop.
Just when I think I can’t take another second he moves closer to where I want him to go and starts to lick my outer lips, stopping occasionally to suck a little bit when he finds a spot he likes.
I’m dying at this point and he hasn’t even done anything to me directly.
He slips a finger inside and I do just what he wants me to. I say his name. Really loud.
His tongue starts to lick from where his finger is to my clit and I arch my back, losing all control at the feel of it.
I look down to see his manly hand wrapped around one of my legs, his dark head of hair bent down over me, nestled between my open legs, his lips wrapping around me, sucking, releasing, kissing, licking, and then repeating—I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life.
He looks like he’s eating chocolate cake.
He spreads my legs out even more and keeps slowly fucking me with his finger, his mouth basically making out with my clit.
He’s just as into this as I am and that makes me even hotter as I feel myself getting so close to the edge. My muscles clench and release against his fingers. I gasp and shake. I feel vulnerable and just as if he can read my mind, I feel his other hand gently pry my fingers off the edge of the desk so that he can hold my hand.
Meanwhile his face is buried between my legs, making me feel my blood pulse harder and my heart race.
I can’t take it anymore and I arch my back as I come with a scream, my legs shaking and my muscles clenching.
He stays there and kisses me softly before standing up and looking at me with his deep blue eyes, his chin wet with my juices, and the sight makes me melt.
He is so damn sexy I don’t even know who could create such a being.
I suddenly crave him closer. I need his kiss, so I wrap my legs around his hips and bring him to me, opening my arms up to him like a child, letting him know I need him here.
He bends down and embraces me completely, enveloping me in his warmth. He kisses my neck and showers kisses along my collarbones, my jawline, and then my mouth.
“Please fuck me,” I beg.
I already came but I need him inside me. Now. More than ever.
He swiftly takes off his boxers and slowly pushes inside me, stretching me out and filling me up so much I feel like he’s going to pop put of my stomach.
I gasp because he feels so good. He wraps his arms around me and holds me up at an angle before he starts to slide in and out of me. And it feels so good, hitting just the right spot, I basically come again. He pounds in and out of me and I tilt my head back, unable to control my moans.
He lays me back down on the desk, bringing my hips right to the edge and then wrapping my legs around his shoulders. Then he leans forward a bit, bringing my legs towards my chest, and thrusts deeper and I scream his name again because he is in so deep I don’t even know if I can take it.
His jaw clenches as he keeps pounding into me, little beads of sweat glistening on his collarbones.
I gasp, “God, Racer, I’m there …”
He starts to pound faster and I come, clenching around him, my body pulsating after my release. He scoops me up in his arms and sits down on a leather chair by the window, completely enveloping me in his warmth, his mouth whispering sweet things into my ear. That he’s crazy about me, that nothing turns him the fuck on like me …
It’s then I realize his erection is still pulsing fiercely against my bottom and I look up at him, confused.
“Tate … did you not? Why didn’t you finish?” I ask, confused and breathless, and before I can have a complete freak-out thinking I had done something terribly wrong he just smirks, flashing me that sexy dimple of his and he says, “I’m denying myself until I finish the race. I want to be pumped up and full of adrenaline—and amped to take on the Clarks.”
