We break away from kissing, his face buried in my neck. I can hear his breathing start to labour, feel his cock expand and swell in my grip. Feel the smooth ridges in my palm, it all becomes too much; my climax forges towards the brink before thundering throughout me. My hand instinctively starts moving quicker so Riley can come. His hand moves away from my crotch and grips my breast as he groans into my neck.
“Do you deserve to come?” I ask into his hair as I rest my chin on his head.
“Fuck yes,” he moans, and I feel his cock throb before he comes up my arm and thigh. He pants into my neck as he slowly regains his breathing. Lifting his head to kiss me, he says, “That was fun.”
Sitting still in place, I make a face. “Any chance you could, oh I don’t know, help me out?” I ask, eyeing my wet chest, arm, and shorts.
“Say no more,” he says, scooping me up off the bed and into the bathroom.
Placing me down on my feet, he stands in front of me, smiling down.
Reaching into the shower, he twists the taps on.
“Scolding hot, I presume?” he asks, smirking at me.
Reaching for the edge of my t-shirt, he peels it up over my head. Dropping the wet item to the floor with a thud, he follows the lines of my body down to my waistband to drop my shorts to the floor. His eyes stay locked on me. Heated, fiercely, seeing me fully.
“Are you joining me?” I ask.
“I’ll let you enjoy,” he replies, dipping down to lay a restrained kiss on my lips then exiting the bathroom.
And I need a long moment to collect my thoughts.
The shuttle bus heading to the go-kart track is rowdy, and I could have sworn these twenty-somethings have reverted back to fifteen-year-olds. Someone even threw a paper plane across the bus.
“Do they always get this…boisterous?” I ask Fleur, who is sitting next to me.
She eye-rolls. “Yes. Really pisses off the drivers sometimes. Luckily, we can get some of the same ones in each state so they know what to expect, but when they aren’t available, it’s shit to deal with.”
“Is this one someone you normally have driving you?”
“Yeah, but…actually, give me a minute. This is a new place and I think he’s forgotten and taking us to the old course.”
Fleur jumps up and makes her way down the aisle to the driver, catching a rogue high-bounce ball and pegging it at whoever threw it. Hard.
I giggle when she laughs at their reaction. I try peering over the seats to see who it is but they are sitting too low.
Riley runs over to sit next to me with Fleur’s seat now empty.
“Hello! Getting excited?”
“Yeah, it’s going to be fun! Is that you throwing the paper plane around?”
“Not just me! Javi is throwing it back to me. We are working on the aerodynamics.”
“In a bus.”
“In a bus!”
“You’re a fucking goof.”
Our go-karting was, unfortunately, cut short, because of a sudden thunderstorm that did not let up and this track being completely outdoors, so we ended up back in the shuttle soaking wet.
“Sorry, this wasn’t what you expected,” Riley offers.
“No problem at all. How can we control that?”
“I’ll make it up to you, Mabel!” Fleur calls out, then goes back to her conversation with Javi and Cole.
