Laughter continues between us.
“And how often did you do this?” I ask.
“Just that time. It was one of our first purchases at the end of our first season.” Javi answers before taking a gulp of his drink.
“You know, I think I still have that mini moto at my folks’ place,” Riley ponders.
Javi nods. “I’m pretty sure I still have mine, too.”
“Sounds like we need to do another drive-thru run this off-season!” Riley suggests.
Javi taps his nose. “Mate, when you have a good idea, you have a good idea.”
“First New South Wales track we're in separate hotel rooms,” I call out from behind my laptop, sitting with my back against the bedhead.
Riley appears in the bedroom doorway with two glasses of water. “That’s a bummer. Were they able to get the rooms next to each other at least?” He hands me a glass as he sets his down on the bedside table, and climbs into the bed next to me to look at the laptop screen, rubbing his face against my shoulder.
“No details on it yet. Might be another email to come. If they are, we’ll need to be creative.” I take a gulp of water thatI instantly gasp out of my mouth when I feel Riley’s stealthy hand under the covers grasp my pussy.
“Now you know I can be that,” he coos, watching the mouthful of water flow down my neck and soak into my t-shirt, causing my nipples to peak from the icy water.
“That was risky. What if I spat it on my laptop?” I breathe out.
“Who said I didn’t want to see that?” He returns and grips me firmer, squeezing a garbled, nonsensical sound out of me.
“Better set the glass and laptop down, gorgeous,” he purrs as he drags his lips across my skin, drawing out kisses down my arm.
Complying, I fold up the laptop and place it on my bedside with my glass of water, limited in my reach as Riley has me pinned by the crotch.
While our sexual compatibility and chemistry has been matching at every point so far, I was surprised he was more controlling than his laid back demeanour let on.
Normally, I would hate to be told what to do, but Riley guides me in an adoring way. It’s not commanding to degrade. It’s encouraging me to lose my restraint and enjoy the moment. And if it was anyone else, I would reject them and leave.
Riley’s fingers pulse as his grip stays firm and moves himself around to kiss my breasts through the wet material. The barrier of my t-shirt feels heavy and impenetrable as he bites my nipple, causing a moan to escape my lips.
“I know the next hotel has really thin walls. If we're going to be in different rooms, you’re going to have to be quiet. You might get caught. Sneaking into my room. Letting those exquisite moans pass your lips.” He moves to my other nipple, biting down on that one too, a little harder than the last.
My eyes flutter close and I bite my lower lip, determined to stay quiet. Riley drops my nipple and releases his grip on my pussy slightly. “Aren’t you a good girl?”
And it must be Riley, because if anyone else called me a ‘good girl’, I would throat punch them. But Riley saying it to me makes me groan loudly.
“Need more practice,” he utters as he moves his fingers against my pussy. His thumb presses against my clit and his fingers dig into the thin fabric of my pajama shorts, working to bunch them up, seeking exposed skin.
His face moves back to my shoulder as his fingers skim under my shorts, slipping through to my pussy, stroking everywhere but my entrance. Where I want him to fill me. My breathing is ragged and heavy as I work against the weight of my wet t-shirt.
He concentrates his fingers everywhere but inside me, causing me to get flustered, frustrated.
“I want your dick in my hand,” I announce.
“Reach for it then,” he whispers as he lifts up and kisses me deeply.
My hand meets his waistband as I dip my hand into his pants and wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a few eager pumps. He is hard and ready in my grasp.
“Tell me how much you want this, gorgeous,” he growls, fingers still not inside me.
“So much,” I whine into his mouth before he thrusts two fingers inside me. My body stills as I adjust to feeling full so quickly, pulsing around his fingers and choking on my breath. He starts with small movements, circling his fingers, then draws them out to pump back into me. My breath hits my wet chest, causing my breasts to swell. Each pump produces squelchy noises from my own wetness, from being so turned on by him and the control he has over me.
Realising my grip on his cock has loosened and, no longer moving, I stroke along his length again.
