23. Mabel
Mabel
August – Second half of season – Mt Panorama, NSW
Sitting around a light and airy pub, a chorus of cackles bellows out from our table. Fleur, Nikki, Sophia, and I are fighting for reprieve, leaning on each other for support.
Nikki chokes on her drink as Fleur waves her hands in the air. “Don’t tell Cole I told you that.”
“He will never let you use his motorhome ever again if he finds out you told us that!” Sophia laughs, gripping onto Nikki’s arm.
“What’s the deal with you and Cole?” Nikki queries. “You’ve known each other for ages, right? No sparks flying?”
Fleur looks away and scoffs. “We have known each other since the youth academy when we were twelve. I don’t see him like that. At the end of the day, I have been working with three of my annoying brothers for the last four years. Big turn off.”
“Is there anyone else who has caught your eye on track?” Sophia asks.
“Nope. I am happy being on my own,” Fleur announces positively with a smile.
“That’s so good.” I nod at Fleur. She is so confident and self-assured. I really admire her .
“What’s been happening between you and Riley?” Fleur turns her attention to me. So much for admiring her.
“You and Riley?!” Nikki squeals, then frantically looks around at the half full pub while we laugh.
“You didn’t know?” Fleur asks.
“No, I mean, I saw how he was looking at you at go-karts last month, but I didn’t know anything was officially happening?” Nikki sputters out.
“Oh, yeah, he is one of those cartoon characters with heart eyes every time Mabel is around,” Sophia adds, holding her hands up in front of her eyes.
“He does not,” I respond, taking a sip of my beer, hoping the blush in my cheeks isn’t showing.
“He totally does. He only comes to Infraction32’s pit box to see you these days. And then trips over his tongue as he waits for you to notice him. It’s fucking adorable,” Sophia continues.
“Well! I have to see this when I am in the pit box this weekend,” Nikki declares.
“We aren’t official. I don’t know what we are.”
“Pining for each other, that’s what you both are,” Fleur says over her own beer as she sips from it. “Is it pining if they are already together but in secret? Sophia? You seem to be the group expert here,” she teases.
“You’ve been hanging out with your mean brothers too long.” Sophia squints her eyes to Fleur, trying to keep a straight face, however the corner of her mouth pulls up. “But I am going to guess it’s just scary to label what you're both doing? ”
“Expert insight,” Fleur shoots back with a giggle and a wave of her free hand towards Sophia.
“Yeah, I guess,” I reply. “I like how things are at the moment and I don’t want anything to change anything and have it possibly muddled.”
“That is fair. I’m sure you will know what you want to do when you’re ready,” Nikki offers to my shy smile.
“How did you and Dave meet?” I ask Nikki.
“Funnily enough, through Shelby! Shelby and I are friends from uni. We were both doing our Bachelor of Arts degree and have been friends since, even doing the share house thing for a few years after uni. He invited me to a photography exhibition he had a few pieces in. This was when he was in his second year working in the paddock, and he extended the invite to Dave, too. I was walking around the exhibition and Dave and I ended up at the same photo and started chatting. We ended up talking all night and exchanging numbers.”
“And say the cute thing,” Sophia prompts.
Nikki laughs. “After our first few dates, Dave tracked down and bought the piece we stopped and started talking at to commemorate us meeting.”
“Awwww,” I can’t help but utter.
“I know, I know.” Nikki blushes.
“And here I thought Dave didn’t like to talk. He’s always so reserved and…stoic.” Fleur laughs.
“He is a quiet one. We balance each other really well. But if you get him on a topic he loves, you won’t shut him up.
” Nikki chuckles. “Mentioning Shelby, I really want to try to find someone nice for Shelby. He has had bad luck with dating ever since I have known him! Surely there is someone lovely in the paddock we can matchmaker him up with?”
“He has the worst luck!” Sophia agrees.
“I’m sure we can find someone nice for him,” Fleur concurs.
“We could open up the possibilities and see if there is someone to set him up with over in rally?” I chime in.
“Yes! He has been over at the Enduro lately, too. We need Rayna for these conversations. She knows practically everyone,” Fleur adds.
“Ok, something we need to think, and bring ideas to the next girls’ drinks,” Sophia proclaims, raising her glass.
“Yes!” Nikki yells, and we all clink our glasses in support.
Pit lane is open and a-buzz with teams getting their bikes and riders set up for the start of a practice session.
Taking this opportunity to get some shots of Javi heading out on track, I hang out the front of our pit box and take some videos and photos of him heading out.
Staying off to the side, I'm crouched down, filming him mounting his bike and taking off.
Panning back to the team as they enter the pit again, I stay facing a few pit boxes down.
Riley walks up to his bike in no rush. One of his team members is holding the bike up for him and chatting between them.
Koby comes up to his side and hands Riley his helmet, followed by a slap on the back.
Riley slips the helmet over his head, moving it around so he gets a comfortable fit before strapping it up.
My eyes can’t help traveling down his body, his unzipped leathers allowing his taut torso to peek through.
I become transfixed on him, slowly zipping his suit up, making it a subtle, private show for me.
He continues his hand to his helmet and my eyes follow, meeting his piercing eyes.
They twinkle in a hidden smile behind the helmet that I have no issues seeing at this distance.
I blush and glance away. But not for long.
I stand up and can’t help refocusing back on him after his gloves are on.
His leg swings over the bike, nestled between his legs and slowly directs the bike pass by me.
He nods as he gets a few metres away from me, his eyes sparkling behind the helmet before he jets off.
In an attempt to regain some composure, I look at my phone, trying to steady my heart rate.
“Mabel!” Rayna’s voice rings through the pit as she approaches.
“Yep?” I reply, pocketing my phone.
“One of the sponsors who said they weren’t able to get here, just called to let me know they are able to get here now, and they are able to get here in ten minutes. Can we head up to one of the conference rooms and quickly go over their portfolio before they arrive?”
“Let’s do it,” I reply enthusiastically before collecting all my electronic devices and head up to the conference room.
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, everywhere was 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.
“You taste so good,” he says as he devours me with long licks and intense suction.
The sensation is overwhelming, causing my insides to liquefy, feeling fluttery, dizzy. His tongue strong and firm, knowing how to handle my most delicate part .
“Riley…” I moan out, unconsciously moving my hand to reach for him.
He breaks his focus on my pussy, to my disappointment. “I said keep your hands on the table, gorgeous. You don’t want to be…punished, do you?”
“Depends on what the punishment is,” I tease.
He steps backwards, putting space between us.
Achingly too much space. I glance back and he looks smug, looking at me bare.
Smirking, he notices the look of need on my face.
“So, where do your hands go? Take your time. I could keep looking at you like this all night.” He palms his dick through his sweats.
I know I won’t win from this position anytime soon, so I place my palms back on the table near my head, my arm obscuring my view of him.
Feeling his presence behind me, he places his palms outside mine, caging me in. His face drops to my ear, and in a gravelly voice, he utters, “Good girl.”
I clench and writhe all over.
He stays hovering over me as his palm trails down my back.
He squeezes my ass, putting pressure on it, pushing my hips into the hard table.
His fingers move to my pussy as he strokes it, sending pulsing electricity to my core.
Sinking two fingers in, I’m engorged and sensitive as he pumps into me, building me up.
Writhing underneath his stilled body, the pressure builds, panting, moving my hips for more friction, using my palms on the table for leverage .
“Fuck…” I breathe.
“I want to come with you,” he says, sliding his fingers out of me.
I feel his cock pushing against my pussy, straining and desperate to rub skin to skin.
The ripping of a condom packet and the move of his hips away from me are the only time his body isn’t pressed against mine.
I feel the head of his cock at my entrance.
I am so wet his cock slips in with no resistance.
From this angle, I feel him enter me so deeply, guttural moans come out again in quick succession.
Feeling like he is reaching every millimetre of my pussy.
The sensation is extreme and intense. He continues to squeeze my ass as he thrusts into me.
I can feel my climax climbing. My forehead presses against the hard, cool table as I move with his thrusts.
I moan again, so close to erupting. His hands sink into my hips again and apply pressure on them, the table pushing back against me.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe, and I can’t hold my orgasm any longer as it takes over, crying out against the hard table and glad I have something to push my hands down on.
He reaches his orgasm, grunting long and loud.
He tilts down and rests his head against the side of mine. “Fuck, you are incredible,” he breathes out, kissing my cheek, my neck.
Standing up, he effortlessly and elegantly helps me up.
Bending down in front of me, he lifts my pants up, fixing them for me, gently as his large hands clasp the delicate fasteners.
Once he is finished, he runs his hands up my legs, setting his eyes on mine.
That wicked smile creeps across his face.
“Never done anything like that in here.”
Laughing, I add, “First for me, too.”
Reaching down, I run my fingertips down his jaw, enraptured by the look he's giving me. Like he's lost in his thought. An internal struggle. He turns and kisses my palm before rising to his feet.
“Can I carry anything for you?” He motions to my devices that have sprayed over the table.
“No need. I can use my birthday present!” I wink at him and produce my laptop bag, collecting everything into it.
“What a considerate gift! This person must know how to gift great birthday presents.”
“And he is so modest.”