Chapter 32 #2
“You take my cock so well. You’re so hot. Shit, Athena.” I look up at her, a state of euphoria masking her face as she bounces on my lap, eventually taking every inch of me as our skin meets.
“It feels so good, yes,” she pants, her head rolling forward as she locks her eyes on me.
I love sex drunk Athena. Eyes all hazy, her soft whimpers and moans cause my skin to scatter in goosebumps.
Her hands move behind her, grabbing onto my thighs as she steadies herself, her pelvis tilting up and I slide in deeper.
She moans louder, her tits bouncing as I use her cunt, fucking her hard and fast.
“You going to make a mess, Lucky? Are you going to come all over my cock?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her curly hair falling forward and framing her face.
“Good girl,” I growl, dropping one hand from her hip as I brush my thumb across her swollen clit, rubbing and she trembles above me. “Rain on me baby, soak me.”
I slowly sit myself up, wrapping my arms around her back and lower my lips to her tits, licking her shimmering skin. Taking her breast into my mouth, moaning as I do, locking my tongue around her nipple.
“Oh God.”
A breathy chuckle dances across her nipple. Dropping one of my arms, I let my hand curl around her hip.
“Touch yourself baby,” I groan.
Her shaky hand slides down her smooth stomach, her fingers landing on her clit as she rubs.
“I want to feel your cunt suck me in, then I am going to pump you full of cum.”
“You’re so dirty,” she whimpers, her words slow, laboured and her shoulders sag forward.
“I can be a hell of a lot dirtier.” I wink, biting the sensitive skin around her nipple.
Reluctantly, I fall back against the sofa, wanting to watch her as she comes. My eyes fall between us, and I focus as her tight pussy glides up and down my cock, all pretty and stretched.
“My cock was made for you, baby. Your tight little cunt is so stretched. My fat cock looks so good.”
“Royce.”
“I wonder what it would look like in your ass.” Her pussy squeezes around me. “Bent over, one of your sexy skirts around your waist as I pound into you, my fingers buried in your sweet cunt as my cock rides your virgin ass.”
“Oh,” she says with a gasp.
I know I’ve got her, and I am fucking ready to catch her when she falls.
“You like the idea of that, baby? Like the idea of my thick, long cock in your ass, where no one has ever been before?” I am pushing myself closer to my orgasm. “Once you come, I am going to eat your cunt, taking another orgasm from you.”
I feel the way her pussy clamps around me, her body quivering above me. I tease her with my cock, lifting her slightly so only half of me is buried inside of her.
“Are you going to come, baby?” I whisper, not lifting my eyes off her.
“Yes,” she whimpers, a choked sob catching at the back of her throat.
Soft, teasing pulses just inside of her has her moaning, her hips riding back and forth trying to get anything from me. When I know she is hanging on by a thread, I slam her down onto me and fuck her hard and fast as she shatters around me.
“Royce.” My dad’s voice drags me out of my flashback, and I sit a little taller.
“Yeah.” I try and sound interested, my elbow on the table as I rest my head on my hand.
“Are you with us?” His eyes narrow down the table.
“Yup.” I let out an exasperated sigh as I settle back in the chair
“What did Glenn just say?” he questions me like I am back at school.
I push myself up against the arm of the chair. My phone buzzes. I give it a quick glance, and my lips pull into a smile.
Cowan – Prick
That they’ve gone back to the old power unit.
“That you’ve gone back to the old power unit.” I nod and my dad stares at me for a moment longer.
“Right.” Glenn claps his hands together. “Are there any questions?”
“Nope,” me and Cowan say in unison.
“Okay, boys, let’s go racing.”
Cowan and I push from the chairs and walk from the room. He begins walking to his room and I call after him. He turns, lifting his chin.
“Thanks for that.” I give him a nod.
“No problem.” His lips curl into a smile before he turns on his heel and walks away.
Getting changed, I am soon dressed in my underwear, the white silky material layered in sponsors. The high neck feels tighter than usual, but I think it’s nerves. Slipping my feet through my suit, I pull it halfway up, the sleeves hanging down by my side.
I sit, pulling my boots on and tying them. Pushing to my feet, I inhale heavily. I roll my neck from side to side, and I check my phone again to see if Athena has messaged, but of course there was nothing.
Nora knocks at my door, giving me a smile. “Ready for the drivers’ parade?”
Puffing my cheeks out, I give her a nod. I leave my phone in the room and close the door behind me as I walk beside her. The social team are filming me walking down the tunnel. I reach up and tap the bar before I wander out into the paddock.
The sun is still shining, and I push a smile onto my face trying to show that all is okay in Royce land. I catch up with Arden; he gives me a nod.
“You doing okay?” His voice is low as I hide behind my sunglasses.
“Been better,” I say the smile still plastered across my lips.
“It’ll pass. You lost your shit, and what?” He shrugs and I let out a loose laugh. “No Athena today?” He looks behind for her then gives me a confused look.
“No, not today. She had to head home,” I lie. Well, it is kind of the truth.
“That’s a shame.” He pats me in the centre of my back, and I feel an ache in my gut.
Kai walks up the other side of me, giving me a gentle nudge into the shoulder. “Sup.” He lifts his chin.
Arden gives Kai a wave as we walk towards the drivers’ parade.
“Can’t believe I am starting from the fucking pits, man.” I keep my voice down and Kai gives my shoulder a squeeze.
“You’ll fly up the grid; you’ve been on fire this season…” He trails off as we see the rest of the drivers. “Don’t let this get you down.”
I lower my head and give it a soft shake. We step into the group, and I mingle with the drivers for a moment. My head’s not in the game, which is not ideal when I have a lot riding on this race, but I can’t dwell on it. It’ll be what it’ll be.
Dragging my crash helmet on, I fasten it, my eyes fixated on the pit lane as a camera swings in front of my face. My dad walks up to me, grabbing my helmet and holding me steady so I am only looking at him.
“Head in the game, Royce.” The sound of his wedding ring hitting on the crash helmet resonates in my ears before he disappears out back.
Starting from the pits wasn’t going to be an easy task, but all I could do was try. Landon is sixty points behind me, but I should still keep a decent lead on him.
Climbing into the car, I hold onto the halo and lower myself down until I am seated. The guys secure me and check that I am comfortable. They fiddle about to make sure my water straw is connected then hand me my steering wheel.
My heart is steady but my brain is in overdrive. I should be focused on the race, yet all I can think about is her. I should never have blown up the way I did in front of her, but it’s done, I lost it and I pushed her away.
Watching the cars all pass as they make their way to the track, I wait to be called forward to go out and sit at the pit exit.
The tyre covers are off, and I am given the green light to leave the pit. Cowan slips in behind me as we make our way out of the pits and up to the exit.
“The cars are heading to the grid.” Marcel comes through on the radio.
I don’t have to respond. He was probably checking to make sure I could hear him more than telling me. I let out a heavy sigh. Still annoyed that we’re here.
“You’ve got this,” Marcel reassures me, but I don’t think I do.
My lucky charm isn’t here. I see the way the cars dive down to the first corner and that’s mine and Cowan’s cue to race.
We pull from the pits and join the back of the group, putting distance between us so we don’t get caught up.
One of the RedForces are off on the gravel but not enough to cause damage.
I slip through the gap that he left open and gain three positions on lap one.
“Great pace, Royce. Don’t forget we’re on softs so we don’t want to wear them too quickly.”
Checking my mirrors, I see the front of Ajax’s car and pull forward as I slide up into Kai’s slip stream, but I slow as we approach the corner. The racing aggression begins to bite at the base of my neck, and I have tunnel vision as I focus on Kai’s rear.
“Pick up the pace.” Marcel’s voice is a blur as we approach the straight and I make my move, widening around him and taking him on the outside. “Excellent move.”
“Wasn’t bad, was it?” I chuckle softly, but the laughter is momentary when she flashes before my eyes. Squeezing them shut for half a second, I will for the memories to go away but they don’t.
I shut out the noise and focus on Arden in the distance. He’s next on my list.
I try with all I have but only manage a P6 finish. I still get points, but this is the first time I haven’t been on a podium in a while. I’m awarded driver of the day, though, which made the shit result a little easier to swallow.
Nora pulls me towards the press, and I do what I have to, but as soon as I can, I disappear into my room. I need out.
Dressed in my jeans and socks, I hear a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I call out, pulling my tee over my head and I see Ana?s.
“Oh, sorry.” She covers her eyes and I laugh.
“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.” I roll my eyes and run my hands down the cotton oversized tee.
“Still, not really appropriate.”
I roll my eyes.
“What do you want, Sinclair?”
“It’s Lexington, actually.” She smirks as she steps into my room. “Just checking in.” She gives me a look.
“I’m fine, kid.” I smile at her.
I’m not fine. I feel like I am dying.
“Why are you lying to me?” She moves across the room, closing the gap between us. “I have known you long enough to see when you’re lying.”
I scoff, furrowing my brow.
“Have you spoken to her?”
“Nope.” My stubborn streak flashes through me.
“Typical Royce,” she mutters, lowering herself on the sofa.
“Leave off, Ana?s.” I throw my hand up and her eyes trail me.
“You always do this. You always find a reason to push someone away.”
Screwing my face up, I go to protest, but she holds her hand up to stop me.
“You did it with me, you fucked around sleeping with God knows who, and then you’ve now done it with Athena.”
Rolling my lips, I avert my gaze to the floor.
“You’re the problem, Royce. Nora and Edel both told me what happened.
All she did was try to make you see the brighter side of it.
” She shakes her head with disappointment, and it cuts me up.
“You’re going to be a very lonely man, Royce Lexington.
” She trails off for a moment before she pushes from the sofa.
“I hate to say this, but you’ll end up dying with nothing but your trophies for comfort.
” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond as she walks out the room quietly, which bothers me more.
Her voice stayed calm and collected. I would have preferred if she shouted at me then slammed the door in my face.
Her words settle in my chest, the tightness creeping in. I hate not having Athena here with me. Hate that she wasn’t on the pit wall listening in. Hate that when I climbed out of that car, she wasn’t there waiting for me.
“Fuck,” I whisper, swiping my phone and keys, I don’t worry about grabbing my bag.
Running out of the unit, I don’t stop to talk. I need to get to her, and fast. I slide into my car, starting it up and the engine roars. Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel as I wait for my phone to connect, and once it has, I call Nora.
“Lexington.”
“Get me Athena’s address,” I snap, pulling out the carpark and heading towards the motorway.
“Erm, where are your manners?”
“Please.”
“Of course, I’ll send it over in—” I cut her off. I don’t have time to play.
My phone pings and I set it up on my sat nav before doing a U-turn and heading in the other direction. At least the drive would give me time to think about what I could do to tell her how sorry I was. I don’t think the words alone will be enough, though.
Calling Nora again, she answers on the first ring. “What do you want now?” she groans.
“I need a favour…” I smirk. “Please.”