Her wit. Strength.Her unyielding sense of self.
The pit box was decked out in my new team colours: purple and black.Veltar.
She would be too.
I’d told her to.
The pit box was a rush of mechanics and the team readying the bike while I sat there, headphones in, sipping my water. Inecked two pills and drowned everyone out.
The sugary energy drinks I was contracted to advertise were disgusting, but I eyed them in the glass fridge beside my bike.
I hated the artificial flavourings. I lived for real highs.
But I hadn’t been sleeping. I’d wake in the middle of the night, the memory of her body burned into my hands, my cock aching from the nights I’d spent finishing in my fist.
The way she’d wrapped her thighs around me, and moaned my name. How I’d fucked her three times that night, dragging my tongue over her body, begging for a fourth, my cock rock hard.
Her wrecked, half-asleep voice telling me I could fuck her awake in the night.
I nearly bit into her pale skin, dry-humping her because I knew she had to be sore.
It was the only thing that stopped me from drilling into her again.
Her wanting me to have my way with her while she was unconscious? Offering herself to me?I’d known there was something about her for me to become lust-crazed. Watching her sleep naked in my bed, kissing her neck, and dancing my fingers up her side was gentle.
Which I was not.
Letting her stay the night made me seem thoughtful and caring.
Which I was not.
Planning to make her breakfast as I watched her sleep, curling myself around her satiated body, made it seem like I was in love.
Which would be catastrophic.
But I’d never fucked someone with such stamina.No one had deserved my attention as she did. Women would pretend to be exhausted after our sessions, but none had deserved their sleep as much as Zsófia. She’d worked my cock, bouncing on top of me, taking me so well, threatening me that I couldn’t come until we were sweating bodies, only capable of swallowing each other’s air.
She really wasn’t what I’d been expecting at all. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was witty and funny. The most intelligent person I’d met.How she flitted from language to language?That warmed my entire body, stiffened my cock, and made me smile.
Shortly, it would all crumble in front of me.
She’d hate me.
For the fifth time that day, I went onto her social media. She hadn’t followed me back. Maybe she wanted distance.Control.I’d break that. One step at a time.
No posts. Nothing suggested she was in the paddock.
So I scrolled through her last few photos again. She was in a bikini by a pool, her sister grinning at her side; a seaside sunset, and a little blonde girl sitting on her lap as they sat in a restaurant.
My thumb swiped down a few months to that boy who used to litter her posts with his annoying face.
Fia was four years younger than me, so it made sense that her ex was too. But he looked weak.Unworthy.
He was British.Soft. Boring.
When she’d put a geolocation of London on her story a few days ago, I hated the thought of her meeting up with him. Them being in the same city.
He’s so hot, I struggle to speak about him.
