Rolling my eyes at his comment, I say, “Rayna showed you how to pull out the sofa bed thing in the lounge room. I bags the bed.”
“Race you for it?” He poises himself, ready.
“I am in no mood to…” I start the short dash to the bedroom door with him a few steps behind once he realised what I was doing. “Beat you horribly. Geez, did you even try? What happened to your natural racing talent?” I tease.
“Ahh, shady tactics. Who have you been hanging out with on track to pick up these habits?” He smiles and runs a hand through his hair. “You win this round, ace. I’m going to make a coffee, if you want one, too?” He heads to the small kitchen area and starts preparing once I nod my acceptance.
I hover around and pull out some small snacks. We made great time getting here, so we can get down to the track to set up, allowing us to start straight away tomorrow.
Our choreographed movements around each other is fun and flirty. He brushes a little too close to my face as he reaches up to a cabinet on my other. “Excuse me”. His smile cocky.
Reaching over him, my arm grazes across his chest. “Pardon me.”
Manoeuvring behind me, he brushes his front across my back, leaning down to whisper down my neck. “All my fault.”
His mouth lingers, his warm breath tickling down my neck. His hands grip at the bench I am standing at, caging me in. My head tips closer to his mouth. My body responses to his proximity, pushing backwards. “Won’t happen again.” My eyes close as I feel his lips brush my jaw.
Javi’s lips are soft and tender along my jaw. His hands move to encircle around me, pressing me close to him.
“I hope it won’t,” he replies, moving over to the other side of my face.
“And what if it does?” My voice is breathy.
“Might just have to work out a…suitable punishment .” His voice is husky and his hands become possessive as he turns me around and claims my mouth.
Reaching down to my thighs, he lifts me up and I wrap around him as he moves towards the bedroom.
"You know I can walk the five steps to the bed, right?” I query.
“Yeah, but this is more fun.” He smirks and drops me onto the bed before promptly kneeling between my legs.
Unbuttoning my jeans in a flurry, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and yanks them off as I wiggle out of my tee. He steps back slightly, raking his eyes across my body. “You look fucking amazing, baby.”
My pussy clenches at the sentiment and the look of pure desire on his face as he leans down to fill the space between us.
Moving forward, I run my hands along his torso, kissing his chest, neck, shoulders, anything I can reach. My hands meet the top of his waistband, and I push them down, revealing his very hard cock.
“Do you have any…protection?” I trail off in between kisses.
He smiles. “Yeah.” He reaches into his sweats to retrieve his wallet and puts on the condom. He returns to devour my mouth, not able to get enough. I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. I groan and moan with impatience.
“Please, Javi,” I beg.
“Anything for you,” he says, and my wetness allows his cock to glide and rub into me smoothly. He is in no hurry to bury himself in me, inch by agonisingly slow inch. When he is in me completely, he keeps the pace and draws out slowly, then back in, making the sensation overwhelming. My breathing feels out of sync. I can’t grip to any one sensation or feeling, and it feels fucking phenomenal. I’m the one to break away from kissing as my head goes backwards, trying to zero in on the feeling between my legs. His mouth, now free, meets my nipple, and it’s sensory overload again, but I am not knocking the divine feeling.
He starts to speed up as his hand moves to circling my clit. How can more sensations course through me? He speeds up when my panting and moaning get more laboured, louder. My climax builds and blocks out all noise, only hearing his moans as he reaches his climax with me, muttering his name over and over. My hands move to the sides of his face, and I kiss him again as my climax spills over, his mouth capturing my cries. He stills as he comes, gripping me around the waist, drawing me closer to his body as he twitches inside me, grunting, “Oh, fuck, Sophia.”
We stay in the moment as we catch our breath, his forehead on my shoulder and his arms still around my waist. Mine has made it around his shoulders, running my fingers absentmindedly through his hair.
“This is going to be an enjoyable break bunking with you, boss.” He winks.
Javi and I have been working on the motocross project this mid-season at Bathurst, and it’s been great. We have been able to get a lot of the pre-lim work in and also a decent amount of the technical work done. The next stage is taking it to the nearest MudPit track to test and continue the research and development, before going back at track for the last of the season break testing.
Oddly enough, it hasn’t been weird having Javi suddenly spending so much time with me in the pits or sharing the motorhome together. We spent time talking for hours in the front of the motorhome, watching the sunset fall over the track. We find ourselves in comfortable silence when the winter skies burst with vibrant pinks and oranges, and then mute into pitch black.
The last three weeks have been amazing, but I think I am getting too comfortable with him around. Yes, it took us less than five minutes to break and jump into bed together, and haven’t stopped since. But it’ll be hard to go back to hiding this in the pit box around everyone else. I need to discuss it with him.
MudPit has arranged for us to test at their nearest course, under an hour away from Bathurst. We pull up in the motorhome to the parking lot, which has a few scattered utes and trailers.
