36. Javi
36
Javi
It’s the last race of the season, tensions are as high as they ever were. I am in the championship lead; however, Cole is close behind in second place. I need to finish the race in third or higher to win the championship. I don’t want to crash out and receive no points. As always, I don’t let the tension affect me. I am walking around, making an effort to get the team laughing and lifting the spirit in the pit box.
I come up to Sophia, ecstatic our relationship now okay to be revealed to the team and rest of the paddock. However, I remain professional. I know that she wants to maintain her credibility within the team. No need for me to be changing our dynamic drastically now. The only thing I do is pucker up for a kiss before putting my helmet on. Which, she is comfortable doing. No one bats an eye.
I put my helmet on and head to the grid to wait the long twenty minutes for the start of the race. The red lights turn off and the bikes roar over each other. All riders have a steady pace and there is not much overtaking happening in the first half of the race. However, once it ticks over to four laps to go, the action on the racetrack fires up. Riley is first, I’m in second, Fleur’s in third, and Cole had some mechanical issues and DNFs the race. Fleur starts to put some pressure on me to pass. I let her pass on one corner, only to cut back and overtake her on the next corner, our back and forth putting the fans on edge. I am the last to put my bike in second and make it stick. I have to play this smart. Staying second would still allow me to win the championship, but Riley looks like he is struggling on the last lap. Most likely tyre wear. He’s worn them out too quickly, trying to hold onto first and make a break from us. If I don’t overtake Riley, Fleur will see and take the opportunity herself.
On the sweeping last corner, I make a clean move and I’m in first. Half of my team are hanging off the pit wall, shaking their fists at me, cheering as I cross the finish line.
We all make our way to the podium, receiving congratulations from other teams and fans as we ride through to the podium. I arrive, step on the foot pegs, raise my fist, and yell. All the team chanting, “Javi! Javi! Javi!” hits my ears through my helmet.
I go to the team and hug and high five everyone. Still in my helmet when I get to Sophia, she puts her hand on my helmet and kisses the front of it where my mouth is. I grab her ass as I hug her, then wink at her. She laughs and rolls her eyes. I head up to the podium and accept my trophy.
Entering the pit box, it erupts, the team again chanting my name, banging on anything around to cause a boisterous racket. I can’t stop running around to everyone to hug them. I get to Sophia, and now that I have my helmet off, I kiss her deeply in the pit box in front of everyone. They all cheer in reception to it. We laugh between each other.
“Congratulations,” she says, her hands on my shoulders as I embrace her.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I say, kissing her again.
Dave fake coughs behind us.
“Sorry! Sorry! Couldn’t have done it without the best team in the paddock!!!” I say very loudly. And the team erupt in cheers and banging again, laughter following.
Hugging her again, my mouth near her ear, I say, “But seriously, I have one hell of a celebration planned for us back at the hotel.”
Her breath hitches.
We stay in the pits celebrating, then move with the team back to the hotel bar to continue the celebrations.
The evening passes and I find Sophia as she comes out of the bathroom.
“Why, hello there, boss!” I greet, lacing my arm around her waist.
“Good evening to you…champ,” she returns.
I sigh and look up. “Ah, that sounds so good,” I look back at her, “Especially coming from your pretty little mouth.” My thumb and finger grasp her chin.
Her breath jerks as I kiss her mouth, taking her bottom lip in my mouth.
“Should we duck upstairs?” I propose.
“I’m game,” she replies. My stomach tightens at her reply.
Keeping my arm around her waist, I usher her swiftly away from where the team is celebrating, discreetly towards the elevator. We make it into the elevator without anyone noticing.
I open up my hotel room door and gesture for her to go in.
She enters and her eyes fall across the drinks, a fruit platter, and petals on the bed. There are also some restraints and sex toys around the bed.
“Well, when you said a ‘hell of a celebration’, you weren’t kidding!” She continues to take in the room. My mouth goes dry thinking of the possibilities of putting some of those toys into play.
I stand in front of her and take her hands.
“Thank you for trusting me and coming over to my team. I couldn’t have achieved this without you in the pits,” I earnestly say and kiss her. “And us being together has made this season even better.”
“You knew what you wanted. Thank you for seeing in me what I couldn’t see in myself. Being together, not hiding, feels right,” she replies.
Smiling, I embrace her, trying to get closer to each other. I move to kiss her soft neck, making my way up to her face. Kissing her lips, she returns the passion in spades.
I lead her to the bedroom and we lay on the bed, side by side. Bridging the space between us, our lips met again.
Feverish kissing starts instantly. My hands travel all over her back, her thighs, her breasts. Her hands match mine, running them down my face, my chest, my ass.
I could stay kissing her for hours, the heat and passion fuelling the warm feelings deep within. She moves so she is on top. The light still on in the room, and I want to watch her. Watch how her face enjoys me. How her body reacts to the change in my tempo or movement. Watch her face as she progressively gets closer and more spurred on, and eventually climaxes.
Her eyes look evilly at me when she spies a soft material restraint over the iron bed head.
She reaches for it and runs it through her fingers, so each hand has an end of it. She places the material over her eyes and begins to drag it down her face. It gets to her lips, and she lets it catch in her mouth for a moment. It continues its trail down her neck, where she tilts her head back slightly. I moan as she keeps going down to her breasts, putting firmer pressure down so they bounce as she clears them from the rope.
She runs the rope down her flat stomach and as it reaches her hips, takes the rope away from her body, and flings one side over the iron bar on the bed head. She takes one of my hands, puts it over her breast for me to grope, then ties it up. She takes my other hand and places a few fingers in her mouth, biting and sucking the tips. Gradually, she drags my hand down her neck, across her breast, down her stomach, and positions my thumb and fingers at her clit. I instantly move and place intense pressure, rubbing whatever I can reach, knowing she will remove my accessibility there at any moment. She lets me stay there a little longer.
My eyes watch what I am doing. Touching her. My breathing speeds up. My cock grows harder, but trapped under her. She moans and my eyes meet hers. My lips partly open. She still has a grip on my wrist, and moves it to above my head where she takes her time tying it, allowing her breasts to fall over my face while she completes the restraining task. They find themselves in my mouth, each one taking a turn to be devoured by me. She sits up slowly, letting me gently bite her nipple as it comes out of my mouth. Her hands cup my jaw and her lips meeting mine. Her mouth and hands go down my neck and chest, kissing, licking, and biting. She sits upright and starts slowly moving her hips against me, the length of my cock resting under her pussy. She can feel how hard I am under how wet she is. It would take a slight flick of her hips for me to enter her with ease. She keeps rubbing against my length, enabling it to hit her clit, causing her to swell and get wetter. She moans, looking down at me.
I look back at her with insatiable lust. If the restraint was looser, I would have already ripped my hands free, put them on her hips, and manoeuvred my cock deep within her. She puts a condom on me and reaches over to one of the small, silver bullet vibrators.
“What do we have here?” she teases, turning it on. It purrs in her fingers.
Running it against my body, I feel the powerful tingling rumble through me.
She lifts it and runs it along her body. Across her nipples, down her stomach, stopping just after her navel.
She moves her hips up and sits down slowly as my cock enters her. We both let out a groan at the same time. She slowly moves up and down on me, prolonging the moment as long as she can, moving the vibrator against her clit. The powerful vibration travels down onto my cock in her.
My eyes are on her body, watching the motion of her hips. My teeth are biting my bottom lip. My moans and sighs feel like they are overlapping. Like I can’t take anymore, but she doesn’t dare stop. My hands restrained, but are opening and closing, not able to handle the inability to freely reach out and touch her.
My breath becomes ragged as I watch her. Watching myself enter her. Her body tensing and enjoying my dick. Her breasts bouncing up and down.
“Fuck, Sophia…” I trail off as I take in the view. “I’m close.”
That’s all she needs. She’s close, too. She only needs to go a little faster and we both explode together.
She unties my hands and lies on top of me, while I embrace her tightly.
We stay laying like that long after our breathing returns to normal, not wanting to be the first to break the embrace. Realising we never have to worry about breaking the embrace again to leave for another hotel room away from each other. We never have to achingly say goodbye to each other at the door while the other disappears slowly out of sight. Out of reach. We get to be happy and grow with someone who values the another. Who has respect and has proven it.
And who looks fucking sexy on a bike.