39. Callum #2
Just as I opened my mouth to lie, Aurélie texted me.
Aurélie
I have thirty minutes until my last photo op of the day.
Are you still in the paddock?
Oh, thank fuck.
Maybe luck was on our side for a moment.
My stomach fluttered and my pulse ratcheted up a notch. A rush of excitement from the thrill of sneaking around to find her and fuck around with her coursed through me.
“Please wipe that look off your face,” Marco said.
I frowned. “What look?”
“You look too happy to be Callum Fraser.”
I rolled my eyes and responded to Aurélie as an idea came to mind.
Done with obligations for the day. Thirty minutes, huh?
Wanna play a game?
She was typing the instant the message showed delivered.
“Christ. At least use protection if you’re going to be this reckless,” Marco said.
I flipped him off and backed away from him. “Raw,” was all I said, and when his eyes widened in alarm, I grinned and turned away.
One day, he’d get it. Yeah, fucking around was fun for a while, but you had to grow up at some point. And his entire world would flip on its axis against his will when it was time.
Aurélie
Depends. What kind of game are we talking?
Hide and seek.
If I find you, I get to kiss you.
If you let me catch you, I get to finger fuck you.
If you run?
Well… you’ll just have to find out what happens when I catch you anyway. I’ll always be faster.
Still smiling like an idiot, I slipped out of the hospitality area and disappeared down the quieter paddock. The sun’s final rays were fading into darkness, and the lights of the paddock didn’t quite reach all the corners back here.
Three dots appeared on the screen, then stopped. I waited and kept walking—slower now. My eyes scanned the intersecting pathways and access points between hospitality units, motorhomes, and team garages. She was around here somewhere, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.
Aurélie
Hmm… is spanking involved if I run?
Fuck.
Fuuuuuck.
My breath caught in my throat as my imagination ran wild with all the things I wanted to do to her. All the things I would do to her.
Would it be as fun if pain weren’t involved?
Aurélie
Mon Dieu, Cal.
We don’t have THAT much time.
Better make it count.
I grinned like a man possessed and picked up my pace, quick but controlled. The paddock was quiet now. The media was just about gone, and most of the staff had settled in for the night. Every step felt deliberate, secretive, dangerous. Reckless and clandestine—everything we were together.
I just had to catch her first.
I passed a few staff members, nodded politely, eyes scanning every path. She was good at this. No trace of her down the west wing of the paddock. No one in the outdoor seating area behind the Luminis motorhome. But I knew her, and knew she wouldn’t go far if she only had thirty minutes.
A soft scuff echoed from the lower level of the paddock suites—an old stairwell leading to a dark, rarely used press office beneath the grid admin wing.
I moved quietly. No running, just a steady, purposeful walk despite the way my pulse thundered in my ears and how compressed my cock felt beneath the zipper of my jeans.
Then I rounded the corner, and there she was. My world righted itself when I saw her tucked in the shadowed corner of the stairwell. Legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded, looking as if she’d won something already.
“You found me,” she said sweetly, eyes sparkling in the dim light.
Her hair hung around her shoulders in styled curls, and she wore a short, dark dress, but I couldn’t make out many of the details in the shadows.
She bit down on her plump lower lip, and all I could think about was how to get her mouth around me.
“I always will.” I didn’t waste another second. I reached her in three steps, my hands hitting the concrete wall behind her head as I pinned her there, caging her in. I kissed her, all rough and aching and full of every second I’d gone without her.
She tasted like cherries and defiance, rebellion and sin. Her lip gloss smeared between us. I licked it off her bottom lip like the fucking addict I was.
Her mouth opened for me, so perfect and responsive and all fucking mine.
I wanted to keep her here forever, wanted to fuck her with my tongue and fingers and cock.
Wanted to sync my heartbeat with hers and show her all the deepest, most depraved parts of my soul and give her a life we both had only ever dreamed of.
I needed it to live. I needed her to live. Before her, I was never truly alive. I was just chasing a life that meant nothing if you didn’t have someone to share it with.
I grabbed the back of her knee and hiked one leg over my hip. She melted against me with a quiet sigh, her fingers fisting in the front of my polo. I pressed her against the wall, groaning as her body aligned with mine, hips tilting just enough to make me feel everything I’d been missing.
I kissed her hard, like it could make up for lost time. For the hotel rooms we weren’t sharing. For the mornings we weren’t waking up wrapped around each other.
One more minute and I’d be fucking done for.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
I buried my face in her neck. “You have no fucking idea.”
Her hands slid beneath my shirt, palms skating across my abs. “I’ve been thinking about this since Monday.” Her breath was hot against my skin, and a shiver rolled down my spine. “You. On top of me, inside me. Your mouth on my tits. Your hand between my thighs. Your marks on my skin.”
“Stop,” I hissed. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants.”
Aurélie laughed, all soft and wicked, and then rolled her hips up into mine.
And I lost it. My hands flew to her waist, dragging her harder against me as I thrust once, twice, grinding into the friction like we were teenagers back in school sneaking around behind the bleachers.
It was basically the same thing. The way I blew my load around this woman was about on par with that too.
She gasped, arms winding around my neck, holding on to me tightly.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, rocking against her, lips brushing hers with every word. “I don’t care if we get caught. I’ll deal with the blowback. I’ll wear the penalty on my chest.”
“Callum…” My name left her mouth like a plea. Her nails dug into my back. My hand slid up the front of her silky dress, fingertips tracing over the swell of her breast, grazing her nipples. She arched into it, and I swallowed her moan.
My cock throbbed, trapped and aching, grinding against the heat of her core. “Did you let me find you?” I asked.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
I hummed and sucked her tongue into my mouth, sliding my hand down her side, over her hip, down the curve of her thigh, under the hem of her dress—and fucking froze. She was wearing garters around her goddamn thighs.
I pulled back just enough to growl, “What the fuck are you wearing?”
She smirked, batting her eyelashes at me. I melted at the sight. The little vixen knew what she was doing. “Two birds, one stone. I’m being featured on France’s thirty most impressive women under thirty. I also landed a new sponsor. Lingerie brand. Surprise.”
I blinked rapidly, my brain struggling to keep up with the lack of blood flow happening. “Fucking hell, mon c?ur.” I dropped to my knees so fast I felt the impact reverberate up my legs, but I didn’t care, because I was finally taking in what she was wearing.
Some dark, short, silk dress that definitely looked like lingerie, with barely-there straps resting on her shoulders. The fabric hung effortlessly over her small frame, making her look both ethereal and graceful all at once. With trembling hands, I pushed the dress up over her hips.
I swallowed as I took her in. She was a fucking vision, a walking wet dream, and I belonged to her.
The dark red lace garters were delicate under my fingertips.
They were the kind of thing she should only be wearing for me, in our bedroom, not for some photoshoot for the world to see.
Not under her racing gear. For me . For my eyes only.
Not unless she wanted to ruin me by sending me to an early grave.
And I. Fucking. Whimpered.
Aurélie gasped when I wrapped my hand around the back of her leg, just above the band of her garter, then slowly ran it down until my fingers curled around her ankle.
My mouth hovered over the spot where it clipped in place.
I draped her leg over my shoulder, baring her pussy to me.
She smelled like lavender and her arousal.
I inhaled deeply, running my nose along her inner thigh, trying to commit it to memory.
“This is evil,” I muttered. “You did this on purpose.”
“Maybe,” she whispered.
Her panties were soaked. Dark with desire and clinging to her like a second skin.
They were made for me to pull aside so I could bury my face in her pussy and ruin her.
I hooked my finger into the lace at the top of her thigh and dragged her underwear to the side.
Her pretty pink pussy dripped the moment it was exposed.
“Fuck me,” I groaned.
“No time for that,” she panted out.
I flicked my eyes up to hers. She looked powerful, a goddess towering over me and the queen of my mind, body, and soul. She owned me, not just in this moment, but indefinitely. “Then let me taste. ” I paused, pressing my forehead to her stomach. “Let me have you. Please.”
She nodded once, sharp and desperate. “Only because you were so good and asked nicely.”
I slid two fingers inside her, and her head thunked back against the wall.
I moved slowly at first, just to feel it.
Her slick heat, every ridge and detail of her tight little cunt, the way her body pulsed around me.
How fucking perfect she felt, even like this, rushed and half-hidden.
Then I curled my fingers, thumb pressing her clit as she bit down on her fist to keep quiet.
“You’re gonna come for me right here, dressed like a fucking fantasy,” I growled, watching her slowly unravel. “And when you’re done, you’re gonna walk into that photoshoot still wet, thinking of my fingers inside you.”
She gasped— fuck , I missed that sound—and trembled. “Juste lá .”
That fucking French of hers would be the death of me.
“You wanted to be caught, baby,” I whispered against her ear. “Next time, come up with some rules. Now take your punishment.”
I leaned closer and licked her clit. She cried out, the sound stifled by the back of her hand as it flew to cover her mouth.
Her taste hit my tongue. She was sweet, addictive, a little tangy with sweat and lust and her— fucking her .
I groaned again, messily fucking her with my fingers as I devoured her with my mouth.
I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her slit, slow and deep, feeling the way her body twitched with every stroke, hearing her muffled whimpering.
Her leg hooked tighter around my shoulder as if she was trying to trap me there, and God, I fucking let her.
I wanted to drown in it, in her, in everything she gave me without saying a single word.
My lips sealed around her clit, and I sucked hard, my fingers still curling inside her. Her walls clenched down on me so tight that my cock pulsed, dangerously close to coming just from getting her off.
Her arousal coated my mouth, my chin, my fingers, the inside of my wrist. It was obscene and filthy and so fucking forbidden that I moaned against her. I didn’t care that we could get caught. I kept licking her like she was a meal I’d been starving for.
“ Fuck ,” I swore between licks. Her free hand landed in my hair, tangling the wavy strands with a grip so hard that an orgasm began to build at the base of my spine. “You taste like sin, baby. Sweet and messy and mine.”
She tried to stay quiet—she really did—but then she shoved my face deeper into her. Her breathing turned ragged, her moans slipping past her fingers no matter how hard she tried to hold them in. The concrete walls around us amplified them.
Aurélie’s entire body shook, her thighs trembling, hips rocking to meet every thrust of my fingers, every flick of my tongue. I didn’t let up, not until the exact moment she broke.
Her pussy clenched hard, and she pushed up on her toes, almost as though she was trying to lessen the intensity.
I wasn’t having any of that. I grabbed her hip with my other hand to keep her still.
She moaned, desperate-sounding and strangled, and it echoed.
I pressed in tighter, licking her through every last wave of it, determined to wring out every drop she had to give.
By the time she was done, I was soaked. My face was covered in her arousal, hand glistening, drops running in rivulets down my forearm. My jaw ached from how hard I’d worked for it, but when she sagged against the wall, panting, flushed, hair falling into her face, I knew it was worth it.
I tugged her dress back into place and stood slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and smirked.
“I told you what I’d do if you let me catch you,” I murmured, voice low and rough. “You want to see what happens if you run?”