The sponsor meeting lasted a solid hour, but it was a really productive meeting. I opted to stay in the conference room on my laptop to rearrange some promo shots for them and update their commitment schedule, which, this far into the season, was getting hard to rejig around and needed some creative planning.
I got into the zone and started working on Infraction32’s remaining social media campaign. I look up to the window in front of me and register the sunset’s blazing colours in the distance over turn one on the track.Oops.I stand and start collecting and tidying the room.
Light rapping at the door fills the quiet room.
“Hello?” I call out.
The door opens, and Riley’s head sticks in scanning the room until he fixes on me and enters the room. “Here you are! Been looking everywhere for you. Everyone’s gone!”
“Everywhere? Really everywhere?”
“Well,everywherewas on my list, but I found you in the first few places I looked in.” He shrugs, smiling playfully as he approaches me.
“There you go. The truth comes out,” I tease, bending over to collect my devices.
Suddenly, he is behind me. Pressing against the back of my legs, pushing my hips into the hardness of the table. I stand up, but there is little room to breathe. His hands grip my hips.
“See something you liked in pit lane today?” he whispers as he presses his face into my hair.
Breathy, I exhale short. “You got into my line of sight.”
“You looked a little shaky on your feet. Sure you weren’t close to fainting?” His hands rub up my stomach to grab my breasts aggressively.
Gasping, my head falls backwards onto his shoulder and my body pushes backwards, flush to him. Needy for his touch.
“Perfectly fine. Just making sure you weren’t in the background of my PR videos.”
I can feel the heat radiating from his body to mine. Feel his cock pressing against my ass through his sweatpants.
He massages my breasts from behind as he breathes down my neck, rubbing his face against my ear and neck.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you on track. Fucked up all my lines. Only got good enough times on the boards to put me third.”
“Third? What a travesty.” My hands grip and release the material on his thighs.
“You know I like coming second,” he announces and bites down on my neck.
The move sends my ass backwards, rubbing against him, trying to find friction. Damn clothes in the way.
“Did you want to continue this in the hotel or keep going here?” Riley asks. His hands have made their way under my polo and yanked my bra down to grasp my bare tits.
“You said everyone’s gone?”
“All the shuttles have gone. You have to be down on the track to see in this room, too.”
“Then here is good.”
Riley squeezes my tits hard again in response and starts kissing my neck and shoulders. His hands come out of my polo and to my back, where he suddenly pushes me forward and bents me over the table. This generates a loud, approving moan from me and my palms splay out on the hardwood near my head.
“Keep your hands on the table,” he commands, and my body responds by shuddering.
He runs his hands down my back from my shoulders, tracing the shape of my torso, meeting down at my ass. He squeezes my ass through the fabric of my slacks.
Stepping back slightly, he gives himself room to kneel down behind me. Pulling down the zip at my hip and gently releasing the button on top of it, his fingers are in my waistband, guiding them down.
I hear him moan, “So wet for me. I’m sure it was the pit zipping up.”
I open my mouth to protest, but his mouth clamps onto my pussy, causing me to choke on my words and sigh into the table.
