I exaggerate thinking about it, but I could never turn him away. “We’ll see if you can.” I step back to open the door wider, letting him in.
He comes into my room and hands me one of the two beers he’s carrying with him. I open it, and we cheers them at the necks. Taking a swig, I ask, “None of your friends around to hang with?”
“Nah, just not the people I want to hang out with. Plus, we have renegotiations to discuss,” he says with a playful smile.
“Renegotiations?” I ask, puzzled.
“Us. We said we would renegotiate seeing each other at the end of the season. Well, it’s the end of the season?” he says, hopeful.
“You know I said theendof the season. We haven’t finished up yet. We still have two races to go.” I was honest. I had a lot to stop running and hiding from.
His face glowed as if I had saidyes. Smiling, he says, “Okay, I can make that work,” and sticks out his hand for me to shake. I laugh, extending my hand and shaking it. We stand facing each other, still holding hands much longer than our handshake needed, looking into each other’s eyes. I break away first, taking my hand back and having a drink, looking away from his intense gaze.
He smirks and also has a drink. We set the beers down on the table behind him and stand in comfortable silence some more.
“You know, I did see something on track the other week that caught my eye,” he muses.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, interested in what he has to say.
“Yeah. When I went for that sponsor meeting with Rayna at the last track, and I heard a bike doing laps. It, of course, piqued my interest, so I went to get a better look. And who did I see puttering along in her full leather get-up on one of my old track bikes?” He smiles wickedly at me.
“Oh, I don’t have any idea who would be on track.” I pause for dramatic effect. “I didn’t see anyone else out there,” I tease back, my voice low and sultry.
He moves over so there is no distance between us. My breath catches in my throat at his sudden proximity. He puts his hand to my hair and brushes it back, so he can move closer to my ear. Resting his hand on the back of my neck, his warm breath runs down my skin, causing my heartbeat to speed up. “What happened? Couldn’t handle the power and had to stick with the 765?” he jeers, moving back slightly so he can see my reaction. The tease takes me by surprise, and I lightly laugh as I look at his glimmering face, so close to mine. His hand is still on the back of my neck.
I tease back, “They just left me whatever you could handle. Can’t spec’ up something the talent can’t handle.” I smile and look down to his lips, curled up to smile at my rebuttal.
Discarding the teasing all together, the smile falls from his face. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you when I saw you. Riding around, in full leathers. I had to stay there, watching you for a few laps. You looked so fucking hot. If Rayna wasn’t there, I would have been waiting naked for you in the pit.”
The comment makes my heart flutter and my chest constrict.
I want to push it further. I’ve missed this too much. “You know, I rode around with only my bra and panties under those leathers,” I whisper close to his face, watching him breathe in suddenly.
His eyes roll a little into the back of his head and he exhales with a groan. “That’s exactly what I hoped you had on underneath them,” he replies, raucously. His hand pulls my head closer and kisses me deeply, his other hand grabbing my ass, squeezing and rubbing. My hands reach up to his neck and returns the depth of his kissing. He steps forward and pushes me against the wall behind me. His hands move to lift mine up over my head, against the hardness of the wall. He keeps my arms there, applying just enough pressure. His mouth moves to my neck, kissing and licking it. He repositions his hand to hold both of my wrists together against the wall, and moves his other hand down to grasp my breast. A throaty moan escapes my lips. He kisses my mouth again and grabs onto my crotch, squeezing my pussy through the fabric. Another deep moan comes out of my mouth, and I feel like I am slipping. He massages me from the outside of the fabric before slipping his hand into my pants, now grasping my swollen pussy. His fingers gliding around with ease from how wet I am. I continue to moan into his mouth as he kisses me. He pulls back and gets on his knees in front of me. Lifting my shirt up as he kisses my stomach, I pull it over my head. He reaches up and squeezes my exposed breasts while still kissing my stomach and hips. I reach down and grab the back of his shirt, and rip it over his head. He reaches around to my ass and squeezes it with both hands again, forcing my stomach into his face. He moves his hands to the top of my pants and eases them down slowly, his face lined up with my crotch. He lifts my leg over his shoulder and buries his face into my pussy with relentless force. The sensation is instantly intense. I push my body against the wall to stop my knee from giving way, resting my hand on his shoulder. His hands still grasp my ass, holding me up. My breathing quickly becomes heavy and laboured.
Javi stops and puts my leg down. He starts kissing up my body again until he is standing enough to remove his pants. Sitting back on the floor, holding a condom packet up for me, he guides me to over his lap. He runs his hands up my body in anticipation. I open the foil and put it on him as his hands explore me.
“You look so fucking good from his angle, ace,” he marvels as he looks up at me. “You’ll finish me.”
I lower myself and take his cock as we wrap our arms around each other. I kiss his cheeks, his forehead. He kisses my neck, my breasts. We move together as one, panting, grunting, and calling out. I throw my head backwards, enjoying the sensation of his cock, deep within me. Making me want to keep him close to me, but also grab at his body and try to get even closer to him.
I ride him harder as the intensity grows. He assists by lifting my torso and making every centimetre of him available for me to use as I crave.
“That’s it, baby. I want you to come first.”
I run my fingers through his hair as my orgasm erupts and radiates through me. He squeezes me close to him as he explodes. I can feel his throbbing cock pulsating inside. We stay embracing each other, caressing our bodies, whatever we can reach on the other.
We get off the floor and redress. He throws the condom and wrapper in the nearby bin.
We stand facing each other again, his hands on my face. His thumb runs down my jaw, across my bottom lip.
I want him to stay, but thought it best he leaves. “You better head back to your room,” I suggest, staring into his eyes.
“You make it very hard for me to leave,” he replies, now gliding his fingers across my neck. He watches my breathing catch at his touch.
“I have an early meeting with Rayna and Micah tomorrow I need to prepare for.” A half-lie. I did have a meeting, but I didn’t have to prepare for it.
“Alright, I’ll head off. But I’m going to suggest an end of season team track day with Rayna, just so I can follow your leathered ass around track,” he says. Javi kisses me deeply again, accompanied by his hands slapping on my ass while my arms encircling his neck. We kiss goodbye some more, not wanting the other to leave our arms. Instead, we do our normal thing of watching each other as I close the door on him.
