Chapter 20 #2
“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 him all in. 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.
“I’m not on birth control,” I pant, grinding myself on his fingers. I’m shameless. This is what happens when the hot F1 driver, who is ten years younger than you shows you what it can really be like. “Never had to be,” I find myself explaining.
“I don’t care.” He shakes his head, his jaw wound tight. His lips lower to mine, kissing me. “I can’t wait to fill you full of cum.”
I gasp, lifting my head to kiss him back, letting my tongue glide against his, his fingers back thrusting into me.
“Do it, I can’t, I need more, I need you,” I beg.
His slow smirk presses against my lips. Fingers slip from me, and he nestles between my legs, his hand back on my thigh, the other curled around his cock.
“Just the tip,” he pants, his cheeks hollow as he lines himself up at my entrance.
I suck in a breath as he edges forward.
“Just.” I moan. “The.” Breathless. “Tip.” I gasp as he rolls his hips slightly, the head of his cock stretching my pussy.
“Fuck.” His head is tilted back, his fingers digging into my skin almost bruising me.
“Oh God.” My eyes are glued between our bodies. His hands look huge curled into my skin, his cock just inside of me as he softly pumps his hips forward.
“You’re so tight. Fuck, Athena, my God,” he groans, letting himself slide a little deeper and I tighten around him.
“Just the tip,” I moan, eyes rolling.
“Fuck.” He slides out, edging into me again. “I can’t. Fuck, babe, I’m going explode.” His words are lazy, slow, drawn out as he pushes forward again, slipping the head of him inside of me.
He clenches his jaw before releasing my hip and grabbing one of the vibrators. My eyes widen but he doesn’t give me a chance to protest, it’s on my clit and I feel my pussy throb, tightening around him.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he whispers, “take it.”
I curl my fingers around the vibrator, taking it from him and I slowly move it in circles, my other hand gripping the bedsheets as I watch our bodies.
Hand back on my hip, he pulls out, inhaling heavily. His breath is shaky as he guides his cock back into me, and I can see the restraint on his face. Slow, shallow pumps just inside my pussy has him moaning, his head falling forward as he watches.
“Shit.” He sucks in breath through his teeth, my moans growing louder.
“I’m going to come, Royce,” I whimper, my head falling back, his cock still inside of me.
“Yes, come all over my cock.” His grip tightens, pinching my skin, the head of him pulsing in and out.
And I do. I lose myself, coming hard and fast and as soon as I am done, he slides out of me. Snatching the vibrator, he tosses it onto the bed still on as he slides his cock through my pussy before spurting his hot cum all over my clit.