“Would you let it?” His question catches me off guard. “If we were allowed, would you let it happen?”
My eyes volley back and forth from his. “Yes,” I breathe.
He presses his forehead against mine, eyes falling to my lips. “Fuck, Athena,” he whispers, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me closer to him, my pussy pressed against his groin. “I’m so fucking horny.”
My skin scatters in goosebumps at his admission. “The contract,” I remind him.
“I know.” He clenches his jaw and I can hear his teeth grinding.
My hips roll slowly, knowing full well he can feel me against him.
“Babe,” he hisses, his breath slow as he closes his eyes. “We have twenty-two races left of the season…” he counters, swallowing.
I watch as his throat bobs. He leans across me, my knees tucking closer to my chest as he lays between my thighs.
“As soon as the season is done… you’re all mine.” His lips press to mine.
He drags a breath through his nose as our kiss turns hungry. Our teeth clash, his tongue invades my mouth as I hold his face in my hands. His greedy hands work their way down my body, fingers sliding into my pussy with ease. My moan echoes into his mouth, his knees shuffling forward, pressing my legs towards me.
“Your moans.” He tugs my bottom lip with his teeth. “How did your ex not lose his fucking head when he heard you?” His fingers are on my clit, rubbing, teasing.
“He never made me moan.” My breath snatches as he glides his two fingers back inside of me.
“He’s a damn idiot.” His voice is thick and raspy. “His loss is my treasure, right?” Slipping his fingers from me, he pushes my vest around my neck, his arousal slick fingers dusting across my skin. “Look at you,” he groans, kissing me, taking every ounce of oxygen from me in that one kiss. “I bet I would come as soon as my cock was in your pretty tight pussy,” he whispers against my lips, his fingers digging into my inner thigh, almost pinning it to the bed whilst the other is focused on my clit.
His dirty mouth does something to me.
“You like when I talk dirty, Lucky?”
My eyes burn into his, pleasure pricking at the base of my neck.
“Shall we see if my prediction comes true?” he says, his voice low as his fingers slowly slide deep into my pussy.
“The contract,” I pant just as he lifts himself off my body and kneels between my legs, watching as his fingers slip in and out.
“Just the tip.” His palm rubs against himself.
My eyes fall to where his fingers are slowly fucking me, stretching me, his thumb brushing over my swollen clit. “Royce,” I breathe. Something about watching him turns me on, how he plays with me knowing exactly what he is doing.
“Do you think I’ll come as soon as I’m inside of you?”
I stay quiet, fighting against the pleasure.
“The tip,” he pants and my orgasm is teetering, my skin covered in a silky layer of sweat.
What are we doing?
“No one will know,” his whispers fill the room.
“No one will know,” I repeat as he licks his lips.
“Just the tip.” My fingers tighten on the bedsheets, my pussy aching and the flutters growing stronger as the seconds pass.
Pulling himself from his jeans, my eyes widen as I take himallin. His cock is thick and long. I swallow.
“Condom.” Panic claws at my throat and I watch his blue irises blow.
“I’m clean, always use them but I don’t have any here, I didn’t think I would be needing them.” His voice trails off, fingers slow and my stomach coils.
