Stepping closer to her, the scoldingly hot water hits my arm. “Fucking hell! Are you boiling eggs in here or what?” I recoil a step back, protecting delicate parts of me.
She laughs. “Seriously? Are you a cold shower boy? Hmm, must say, that’s fitting.” She looks me up and down, raising an eyebrow.
“I just like to keep my boiling water to the kitchen and nowhere near my dick.”
“Alright, I’ll turn it down.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Over-reactor. It still hadaaalllllthis way to go until the tap was fully on hot.” She points to the millimetre it was away from the hot end of the tap.
“Thank you. I have to protect the moneymaker.” I gesture around my face.
“Isn’t the moneymaker your bike?”
“And the raw talent on the bike, but I have to keep my good looks for the cameras.” I smirk and reach for her to embrace under the cooler water. My face is close to her, nose to nose. “Plus, don’t you want to keep looking at this mug in all its glory, and not all red and sweaty?”
“I don’t know. I tried to get you all red and sweaty last night, and you handled it pretty well.” She presses her body closer into mine, pushing her tits against me as she bites her bottom lip.
I groan, moving into her. “You are going to be the death of me.” I crash my mouth onto hers, my hands finding her ass and squeezing her into me.
“Never,” she breathes and pushes away from me slightly. She trails a hand down my body and grips my hard cock, stroking me up and down loosely. I squeeze her ass again before turning my attention to her wet breasts, glancing down at her body as she jerks me off. “How am I meant to last long when you look like you do? So fucking exquisite.” She speeds up, and I shouldn’t be able to come so quickly this morning. I came a few times last night, but she is fucking unbelievable. I am literally putty in her very capable hands as I feel a release build and shudder through my core, followed by an echoing moan.
Moving fast, I pin her to my side, dipping her slightly so she's slightly off-balanced. Hooking my arm behind her, gripping her side, trapping her arms behind her back. “Your turn, gorgeous.”
“Don’t drop me!”
“I’ve got you.” Looking into her eyes, my hand moves to her pussy and my fingers firmly press against her, causing her to shiver in my arms.
Slowly, I tease her, stroking her pussy, watching the water hit and roll down her body. I take in the move of her chest, her breathing in response to my hand. I slip two fingers into her wet pussy and her back arches against the water.What a magnificent sight.I could watch her all day.
“Riley,” she whispers.
“Mmm?”
“Either let my arms go or make me come already,” she says, flustered. Even in this position, she is fiery.
“So bossy. Why not try begging? Or asking nicely?”
“Stop teasing me and make me come already. We're wasting water,” she breathes.
“That’s still bossy, not begging, or even asking nicely. But I guess you are used to not begging for anything. So confident and sexy.”
Pushing and rubbing my thumb against her clit with two fingers inside her, I feel her shutter and I grip her tighter against me. Her breathing accelerates and her head tips further back, her eyes closing. Watching her face, I enjoy the view of her letting go in my arms.
Lifting and releasing her gently to standing in front of me, her eyes are heavy and her breathing returns to normal. My hands go to the side of her face, lost for words, as I lean down and kiss her gently for a few moments. I feel her arms at my sides, gripping me loosely. Slanting backwards, her composure returns.
Smiling, she says, “I never beg.”
I smile back and kiss her. “Noted.”
She washes her hair while I wash myself. I don’t want to leave, but I want to give her some time on her own and leave to dry and dress in my room.
We order room service for breakfast so we can feast in private, each getting two meals.Hmmm, wonder why we are so famished?
Settling down on the kitchen bench to eat, we are so hungry we annihilate our first meals without talking, and in record time. While we take a breather in between breakfasts meals and sip on coffees, Mabel opens with, “Okay, I have thought about it and I am still not a relationship person, but we could do friends with benefits? But nothing out in the open? Let’s keep it to how we are now, adding in that element. We might be in separate rooms next track so not as easily…accessible.” She tilts her head at the end of her sentence as I run my hand up her exposed leg. Her loose t-shirt barely reaching her mid-thighs.
“I can abide by your rules,” I reply, leaving my hand at her knee.
“Let’s see if you can,” she replies with a wicked look on her face and, yup, I am done for.
Mabel has work to do in the hotel room, and I was in denial about my training session with the crew in the hotel gym. Our demonic trainer, Hamish, has us down for two-hour sessions five days a week. For athletes who are riding around on an engine, I don’t get it. I like being in shape, butthisfit? Come on.
