Her free hand is still clasped around my thigh, occasionally squeezing me when she speeds up and the road curves but eases up once it is over.
It seems to me like she didn’t experience the kind of pleasure she yearned for. I just want to give her that and watch the pleasure coloring her beautiful features. That is my pleasure.
Her tiny moans start to fill the cabin of the car and my cock hardens but she is my responsibility. I maintain my focus on the open road ahead while my competition is on my tail, trying to move past me.
Let’s see you try your best, fucker.
“You wish it were my fingers there, don’t you?” I provoke her, knowing the thought alone gets her so turned on. “Feeling my touch slipping along your skin as you crave me and the tiny bruises I leave.”
“Mmm,” her moan tuning an octave up. “Yes…”
“Show me how wet you are.” She extracts her hand, showing me the evidence of her arousal before she pushes them back in and starts over again, harder this time.
“Open your legs a little, play with your pussy for me.”
The fucker is still kissing my ass… I mean the trunk of the car through the rearview mirror.
Amused by the way I manage to keep him behind and still enjoy her, I make a sharp U-turn and drive back toThe Garage.
I’ve done a thousand races like this since I was a teen, this is nothing new to me but having her here… that’s a differentlevel of thrill.
“Baby, let your eager fingers dive deeper inside you like my cock did multiple times.” I sneak glances at her. “I want to hear your voice crack when we reach the finish line.”
She licks her lips as her fingers work inside her wetness.
“Good, keep going.” I urge, almost ending the race. “You are being such a good girl for me.” I shift the stick and push the gas farther. “You want me to fuck your ass again, enter your tight hole with my hard cock until I bury myself deep inside you, and come.”
Giving her the incentive she needs, I let my hand slide over hers, squeezing her warmth between my thigh and hand. She lets out a breathy, “Fuck,” as the vibration underneath her pushes her to an orgasm.
I glimpse at her back curving, lips gaped as her head tips back. The rhythm of her fingers stroking her swollen clit makes me want to shove my mouth onto her pussy and eat it until her sweet taste coats my tongue.
“You’re doing such a great job, we’re about to come first.” I chose those words on purpose. “We always come first, don’t we baby?” Whenever I call her baby she moans softly and I let out a hushed chuckle, biting my lip. “My cock is leaking for you right now, watching you lose yourself like that.”
“Ahh,” that’s the final stamp before her body spasms and she comes hard on her fingers. I’m proud to hear her finish at the exact time I finish the race. The crowd circles the car but she doesn’t give a damn about it, extending her coated fingers straightinto my mouth.
“You earned it, now suck my cum.”
I grab her wrist and swallow her fingers, savoring her sweet taste before she fixes her jeans.
Exiting the car, she winks at me and says, “Thanks for the ride, champ.” She walks back to her friends who drag her to the dance floor.
That desire within me burns through my veins and I grab my cock, stroking it a few times just to relieve some pressure.
Fuck.
I fix my shades and flick my ball cap backward.
When I lose control the most important thing is not to get sucked into panic. I keep calm and trust my instincts. I used to think my biggest fear was death because I’ve known it so well and up close, but it’s not.
Loss is.
Taking risks is who I am but I know my limits. Yet, I can’t predict the obstacles that may lie on the road as I take those risks.
So I always ask myself, are they worth it?
Is she a risk worth taking?
A few hours later I head straight to the bar, knowing it’d be pretty quiet. There are just a few people and Russ resting at the bar when I reach him and take a seat.
