19. Javi
19
Javi
It’s finally the end of the day’s session and the team is packing everything up, me helping where I can. The rest of the day at testing went by slowly. I was looking forward to getting back to the hotel to spend time with Sophia. I was still concentrating on the bike and the track, but adjustments took longer, leaving me standing around in the pit, twiddling my thumbs. Something I normally don’t mind, but today, it felt like it dragged the afternoon out. Rayna had been by Sophia’s side this afternoon, deep in discussions, so I couldn’t bend either of their ears to pass the time quicker.
Sophia and Rayna are still in conversation when everyone starts making their way to the shuttle bus to get us back to the hotel. Heading towards them, their heads raise. Rayna with a massively welcoming smile and Sophia with a shy smile.
“Just letting you know the team is heading back to the hotel now, if you wanted to get the shuttle with us all?” I offer them. Totally professional.
“Oh! Javi, you used to compete in motocross, right?” Rayna says excitedly.
“Yeah, got my start there. Loved it,” I reply.
“Excellent! Would you be interested in helping Sophia out with a new project she is working on?” Rayna looks at Sophia, nodding enthusiastically, then back to me.
Sophia’s face is slightly horrified and befuddled. A hilarious look on her.
“You had me at ‘motocross’. I would love to. Just let me know when and where you need me, boss,” I say, aiming that last part at Sophia.
“You’re the best. Thanks, Javi! I’ll let you two discuss the details amongst yourselves. That motorhome has capacity for two people. There is another bed hidden in the lounge. I can show you tomorrow. Let’s get on the shuttle.” Rayna leaps off the stool, collects her bag, and heads towards the shuttle bus at the back of the pit boxes, the sound of her shoes tapping on the hard concrete behind her.
Sophia is staring at me, dumbfounded, mouth agape.
“Let me pick this up for you,” I tease and press her chin up to close her mouth. This causes her to shake her head and scold me with a death stare.
“Guess we have more to discuss tonight.” I wink and gesture at her stuff. “Ready to go?”
Sophia sat next to Dave on the shuttle bus, leaving me to sit behind her on my own. I keep my head up, catching glimpses of her in the gap between the seats. Her talking and hand movements express how excited and passionate she is as she discusses the motocross project with Dave. I am so lucky to have fallen into that conversation at the right time. Thank you, Rayna. More time with Sophia. I can use that time to be close to her—no questions from the team or others in the paddock to why we are seeing each other more. But I can also use this time to help and support her. I know she will be putting her all into this project. I will have the opportunity to help her with whatever she needs me to do.
Arriving back at the hotel after forty minutes felt both fast watching Sophia, but also slow because I cannot wait to be alone with her and not keep my hands to myself. The team disperses through the hotel; some make their way to the bar, some to the restaurant, some up to their rooms. Sophia and I ride up the elevator on opposite sides with a few of the team separating us. The anticipation builds with each floor closer to her room. A few people exit with us. We linger and wait for them to disappear behind doors. Sophia leads me to her room and lets us in.
Pacing myself and not wanting to pressure her, I hang back and let her take control of the situation. My breath is rapid, and I am surprised at the realisation that I am nervous. My heart is beating so loudly I am sure she can hear it. That she can see the vein in my neck pulse.
She closes the door, takes my hand, and walks us to sit at the lounge. I want her to lead this encounter. Do only what she is ready for.
“We don’t have to sleep together. I mean, that would be awesome if you wanted to, but I am happy just being here with you,” I blurt out, still clasping her hand.
“I like spending time with you,” she says, pulling me to sit next to her.
“Ask me to go anytime you want to,” I offer, entwining her fingers with mine.
“I don’t want you to go anywhere,” she breathes, running her fingers up and down my forearm.
I breathe out as she raises our joined hands, bringing them to her face. Instantly, there is the electric touch I hadn’t felt for so many months. My hand releases hers and instead caresses her face, down her jaw, dragging across her bottom lip, opening her mouth a little wider. My thumb slips into her mouth, and her tongue meets it, licking it. My breath hitches watching her mouth. She looks into my eyes, piercing into my soul and causing her breath to hitch, too. We both lean in and kiss. My whole body seems to fizz and tingle with her kissing. My body is so close to hers I can feel her pulse. Her hands move to my hair, fingernails gently scratching my scalp, sending goose bumps down my neck and arms. She intensifies the depth of our kissing by putting a hand behind my head. I return in kind and place my other hand on her neck, my fingertips touching the soft skin ever so slightly. We sit there kissing for what feels like hours. It feels phenomenal. She pulls me on top of her, and I follow her lead. As she touches certain parts of my body, I touch the same on hers. She touches my chest; I touch hers. She squeezes my ass; I squeeze hers.
She reaches down and grabs the waistband of my pants aggressively. I pull away and ask, “Are you sure?”
She nods and exhales, “Yes.”
I allow her to continue to remove my pants and take off my t-shirt.
I unbutton her pants, pushing them down her legs, letting them bunch at the bottom of the lounge. I take my time to lift her shirt’s material off her arms. I come back down to kiss her passionately, but still follow her lead. I am offering myself to her. Not playing any games and waiting to take over from her. Allowing her to have full control.
She takes my head in her hands and moves me down to her breasts. I kiss and suck at them. She closes her eyes and enjoys the sensation. I’ve missed touching her, missed having my mouth on her. It's only been hours since the motorhome, how am I craving her body, her touch, already? Causing her to moan like that, with just my mouth. She moves me back up to her face and kisses me again. Her hand trails down to my cock and grasps it, prompting me to moan into her mouth. Her touch is alluring as she slowly rubs the length of me. Positioning me to hover above her, she gets a better angle. My eyes close, enjoying the feeling of her delicate hand around my cock.
Abruptly, she pushes me up. My eyes fly open, and I’m worried a line has been crossed, that her mind has changed. She pushes me back further and manoeuvres me so I am sitting on the lounge. Straddling me, she asks, “Do you have a condom on you?”
I take a moment and reply, “Yeah, in my wallet,” as my hands dig into her hips.
She leans back, and I take in her body, stretching off me. Her soft lines, the tattoo stretching across her thigh. I just want to lick her all over. Retrieving my pants from the floor, she extracts the condom and promptly rolls it on me. She takes my cock quickly, in a single movement, sinking down on me. I am taken by surprise as a loud, appreciative moan escapes my mouth while I lock eyes with her. Wrapping my arms around her torso, I hold her tightly, helping her glide up and down my cock, but wanting to keep us close. One of her hands is on the back of my neck with the other is in my hair, grabbing the strands between her fingers.
The friction begins to intensify, but she stops. I exhale and throw my head back, trying to catch my breath. She leans down and kisses me, hard and passionately, building up the intensity before starting to slowly glide up and down my cock again.
She stops and starts a few times when she can tell we are getting close, changing the tempo. Edging the both of us. Over and over again. Revelling in the feeling of getting pent up.
She then relentlessly continues to work me up and down, anticipation driven up to boiling point. The heat rises inside and between us. Desire takes over in raw, animalistic passion. Her hands move to the side of my face, kissing and biting my bottom lip. She throws her head back as her orgasm builds. Her grip on my shoulder tightens, digging her nails in.
I groan at the sight of her gorgeous body, enjoying the pleasure between us and burying my head in her breasts. I move my hands to her shoulders, arms still across her back, helping her ride me harder.
Her orgasm comes on strong and long, her pussy contracting multiple times around my cock. Her arms holds my head close, her body stuck to mine.
I follow her, moaning, gripping her body close to mine. My orgasm meets the same intensity as hers.
I tilt my face to hers and kiss her passionately, feeling as though our kissing goes on for hours. Her hands are back in my hair and my arms are still encircling her.
Raising my hand to her face, I say, “Something I have missed.”
“The toe-curling kissing?” she asks, stroking my neck.
“Being able to look at your face this closely.” I stare into her eyes, seriously.
Looking deep look into her eyes, I can see she is lost for how to answer. I kiss her so she doesn’t have to answer. Mentally, I kick myself. I wasn’t supposed to pressure her, but I couldn’t help myself.
We move to laying in her bed, spooning each other. My fingers trace up and down her body with one hand, the other snakes under her neck, holding her hand. I kiss her neck and shoulders intermittently, enjoying the quiet intimacy. Our naked bodies are still close to each other, fitting together so effortlessly, so comfortably.