45. Nevaeh
We’re on the tenth race of the season. Mrs. Lu threw my schedule around so that my interview with Valentina has been rescheduled to the weekend of the Monaco Grand Prix. My friend wasn’t happy about it, but when I reminded her how special it’d be for the article to be written about her at her home race, she beamed up at me.
We’re in Austin, Texas this weekend, and I have yet to take some time to go explore the city I grew up in for three years of my life. I meant to go when we first got here a few days ago, but then Adrian showed up at my hotel room with a pint of ice cream. We shared half of it before he buried his face between my legs until they were shaking and I was screaming his name. He did that over and over until I lost count of how many times I came and he finally sunk inside of me.
Adrian and I have been secretly dating for the past seven weeks, and something that’s become very clear is that he loves to watch me orgasm. All the time. Every chance he gets.
We’ve been good about keeping our distance and sneaking around undetected. We’ve also somehow managed to hug a lot less or touch each other in general, which I hate but has been good for Gillian to get off my case. Ms. Martin hasn’t asked me about Adrian anymore, and I’ve been handing in articles that have gotten a lot of attention from fans.
I’m making a name for myself and I’m loving every second.
Adrian has been kicking ass too, having won five out of the past ten races. Gabriel is currently second in the Drivers’ Championship standings, Lincoln only a point behind him, and ten points behind Adrian. They’re close, but there is still over half a season left. Nothing’s written in stone yet, or on a trophy, I guess.
Today is Qualifying, and James has been preoccupied with his responsibilities without paying too much attention to me. He’s the driver I’m interviewing this weekend and he warned me about his quiet behavior a few days ago, but I don’t mind it one bit.
We’ve been getting along well these past few days, and I’m already working on the article. It fascinates me how different the rituals are for every driver. James focuses on reflex training while Gabriel focuses mostly on stretching and warming up his muscles.
“Can we talk?” James asks me, surprise settling in my chest.
“Of course,” I reply, and he motions for me to sit down with him at the table in the empty conference room I was planning to work in until Qualifying was over. There is a small screen in here, showing live footage of the session. “What’s up?” I ask, slightly worried about the answer. James and I hardly know each other, and, even though I like him, we’ve never been alone, not even at any point during this weekend.
“I’m sorry to bother you like this, but I need you to promise me something,” he starts, and I watch him carefully as he wrestles to phrase his request. His blue eyes drift to mine, his gaze holding mine. “For the article, please don’t mention Damian. I know we’ve talked about him, but I’d like to keep him as far away from the spotlight as possible,” he explains.
I offer him a small smile.
“You have my word, I won’t say anything about him nor will I send it off to my boss without letting you read the article first. That’s how it works with me,” I assure him, earning myself a dashing smile I’m convinced could make anyone fall in love, given that they aren’t already with someone else.
“Thank you. I appreciate it, Nevaeh.” I smile at him, but there is more he wants to say. I can tell by the way he scans my face as if answers were written in my features. “At the end of last season, a man wrote an article about Damian without any knowledge of my actual relationship with him or that he was adopted by Gabriel’s aunts, Dominique and Nicolette. He called me a terrible father,” James admits, breaking eye contact and looking away. I slide my hand onto his shoulder and squeeze it, bringing a comforting expression to my face.
“I would never write lies like that, especially considering how great of a father you are. You made a difficult decision that got Damian two amazing moms and you. If I wrote about you as a father, and I won’t, that’s what I’d say,” I reply, squeezing his shoulder again before dropping my hand.
He studies me for another moment before smiling to himself and nodding.
“Your heart,” James says, and I furrow my brows.
“What about my heart?” I ask with curiosity and confusion laced in my tone.
“It stole my best friend’s, and I had no idea why until a moment ago. Now, I know,” he adds, standing up and grinning down at me. “I’m glad you’re in his life.”
Then, the Englishman walks away, leaving me with the sweetest feeling spreading through my chest.
I attempt to go back to my article, but the empty room fills with the sound of my favorite voice a moment later.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Adrian says, and I close my notepad to look up at him. A smile dances over my face, mimicking his: one of pure happiness. His green-blue-brown eyes scan my body as I stand up to be in front of him.
Adrian’s fingers instantly move to my nape, pulling my mouth to his.
“What are you doing here? Qualifying is about to start,” I remind him, but he merely cocks a brow before closing the door behind him to make sure no one sees us in here.
“I have come to establish a new tradition.” He bends down to press his lips to mine, letting out a sigh when he breaks the kiss again.
“For good luck?” I ask, his nod serving as a response while he lingers in front of me with his eyes closed and a satisfied look on his face.
“I can feel it coursing through me already,” he says or jokes, I’m not sure, but I burst into laughter either way.
“My God, get out of here before I question why I like you,” I tease, and he smiles at me.
“Always with the teasing, Nevaeh. I’m already on my knees for you, what more do you want?” he asks before giving me a wink that weakens my knees. “I’ll see you later,” he adds with a serious look, and I step on my tiptoes to place a swift kiss on his lips.
“Be careful,” I remind him, making him hesitate in front of me for a moment, panic in his eyes. “What? What did I say?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“Nothing, I just realized that if something were to happen to me, I’d never get the chance to—” Adrian cuts off and stares deeply into my eyes, a little smile now on his lips. “Well, I’d never get the chance to do a lot of things with you. Kind of scared me there for a moment,” he admits, and I take a step toward him to place my hands on his hips.
“Go kick some ass, and if you get pole, I’ll give you the chance to fuck me in your private room,” I suggest to take some of the tension off him.
It works like a charm.
Desire replaces his panic, and he bites down on his bottom lip.
“Is that a deal?” he asks, and I move backward to hold out my hand for him to shake. He does so with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm before walking away, more determined than ever.
An excited laugh escapes me as I imagine having sex in a somewhat public space. Grenzenlos has been predominantly first during practice, so I don’t think Adrian will get pole, but the thought still sends a thrill through me.
Qualifying starts a few minutes after I regain the ability to think about anything other than Adrian inside of me.
Q1 goes smoothly, all of my friends making it to Q2 with ease. The problems start in the second round. Valentina struggles with her car and doesn’t make it to Q3 and neither do Leonard and Cameron. Disappointment washes over me for my friend, but I remind myself of something she said to me recently.
“You have to approach every race and Qualifying with a winning mindset, but you can’t let that destroy you when you lose. That’s the difference between a sore loser and an aspiring champion.”
I know she will be sad about this result, but she will do her best tomorrow, learn and grow from today. I have no doubt in my mind.
Q3 has me on the edge of my seat. Adrian is fast and so is Gabriel, but neither of them seems able to keep up with the two Grenzenlos drivers. By the time they all take their last lap, I have lost the ability to breathe properly.
Lincoln crosses the finish line for the last time this session, his lap putting him on the provisional pole—the pole a driver gets when the rest have not finished their last lap of the session. Kyle comes in second, Gabriel in third, and James in fourth while the others place anywhere below that. I feel my heart skipping a beat when Adrian crosses the line, his lap a tenth of a second faster than Lincoln’s.
“Yes!” I scream and jump out of my seat to clap.
My earlier excitement returns when I realize what this means. I let out a nervous laugh as I walk out of the conference room and over to James’ performance coach to inform her that I’ve gathered all of the information I need for today and that I’ll see her tomorrow. She gives me a warm smile before I head toward Adrian’s box to find Daniel.
“Nevaeh! It’s nice to see you. What can I do for you?” he asks, and I put on a serious face.
“Did Adrian tell you about—” I cut off and gesture around the room as if that would fill in the blanks. Daniel grins at me in response.
“No, but I’m not oblivious. I know that man very well,” he says, making my cheeks heat.
“Okay, could you let him know I’m in his room when he’s done with his interviews? There is something important I have to talk to him about,” I say and he gives me a knowing smirk.
“Of course. Take the room. I will make sure no one interrupts so you can have some privacy,” he replies with a wink, and I laugh in response.
Daniel opens the door of the room for me, leaving me alone a moment later. I suck in a sharp breath as my fingers reach for the buttons of my blouse. The material feels light as it drops to the floor, followed by my heavy shorts. I sit down on the single chair in the corner, crossing my legs and praying Daniel makes sure nobody intrudes.
It takes a while until the door opens again, but, luckily, Adrian steps into the room, taking the tension off my shoulders. His eyes look me up and down appreciatively as he closes the door and locks it.
“Fuck,” he swears under his breath, and I dip my tongue out to run it over my bottom lip. Adrian watches me closely, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly. “Mon paradis,” he says while approaching me with a smirk that would make my knees weak if I was standing. “I’ve been fantasizing about this since I was told I got pole. Please, get on the table for me, baby. I’m starving,” he begs before holding his hand out to help me up. I let him pull me against his chest and lift me onto the massage table where he spreads my legs to move between them.
“Take off your suit,” I say, but he grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders, pulling me to the very edge of the table.
A gasp jumps out of me, followed by a muffled moan when he drags his nose over my panties where my clit is already swollen and begging for attention.
“In a minute,” Adrian replies before bringing his lips to the inside of my left thigh, trailing kisses toward my pussy. His nose brushes over my panties again as he inhales and smiles. “Mon petit paradis, I’ve missed you,” he mumbles before slipping down my underwear, his eyes on mine.
“I should be the one rewarding you for getting pole,” I point out, pushing myself up on the table to get closer to him. Adrian’s eyes drop to my pussy before his cool thumb runs over my clit, making me flinch.
“I’m sorry it’s cold, I just washed my hands,” he explains before lifting his fingers to warm them with his breath. “And to get back to your comment, this—” He cuts off to run his thumb over my swollen clit again. I cover my mouth to moan loudly. “This is my fucking reward.” His head moves between my thighs once more before his tongue swiftly flicks over my clit.
“Oh fuck!” I moan but immediately cover my mouth so no one can hear.
“You need to stay quiet, Nevaeh, otherwise I can’t continue,” he reminds me, and I nod to assure him I won’t make another sound.
I sit up a little so I can watch him as he flicks his tongue over my clit for the second time, his fingers dipping inside of me and curling at the perfect spot. I scream into my hand, muffling the sound enough to make sure no one hears me.
Adrian looks up at me as he repeats the same two movements, watching my reaction closely. I try to keep eye contact, but pleasure consumes me. My eyes flutter closed without permission. My hand is still on my mouth, biting on it, while more inevitable moans leave me.
“Adrian, please, oh God.” I’m a mess.
I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but everything inside of me lights on fire as he speeds up, his lips wrapping around my clit to suck gently on it. The familiar build-up appears in my stomach, and I almost sigh in relief.
“Fuck,” I breathe, and he moans against my clit, his fingers hitting my G-spot again.
My body starts to shake before an orgasm washes over me, taking me to my own personal paradis. I can barely feel his fingers and mouth leave me as I come down from my high, but when my eyes open, I find him smiling at me.
“I love how your body responds to me, how quickly I can make you come on my face,” he says, his smug smile almost challenging me. My mind refocuses on the present as I sit up, my fingers moving to the zipper of his racing suit to pull it down.
“I bet I can make you fall apart quicker,” I say, looking up at him with a naughty grin.
“I made you fall apart in two minutes. I can last longer than that,” he defends, but happiness sparkles in his eyes. He’s enjoying this playfulness just as much as I am.
“Are you sure?” I tease, my hands sliding under his suit so I can push it down his arms and chest. Adrian is patient as I undress him before panic settles on his face. “What?” I ask and stop my movements.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” he says, and I let out a shocked gasp.
“You, Adrian Romana, went somewhere without a pack of condoms ready? Damn. Are you okay?” I ask, but he merely chuckles. “It’s a good thing your girlfriend is just as horny as you then,” I explain and nod toward my shorts, which he picks up to stick his hand into the back pocket. Adrian pulls out a row of condoms and chuckles.
“How much sex did you plan on having with me?” he says, and I shrug.
“Don’t judge. It’s been days, and see, I’m the prepared one now. I made this possible,” I remind him, making him laugh.
“You, Nevaeh Fuchs, truly are my perfect match.” His sweet words surprise both of us, but he simply smiles at me after he realizes what he said. “What have you done to me?” he asks and steps toward me, his gaze warm as it fixates on my face.
“I don’t know, but I hope you don’t mind,” I reply and start removing his clothes again.
“Not one bit,” he whispers while I slide his suit down further along with his boxers. His hard cock excites my entire body as I get on my knees for him.
Adrian grabs my chin to force me to look up at him right as I reach for his cock.
“I have one rule about oral. I don’t want head if I didn’t shower before, okay?” My confused expression makes him smile. “I don’t like the thought of tasting bad for you,” he explains, and my eyes go wide.
“Oh okay,” I say, watching him grab my chin and leaning down to press a swift, gentle kiss to my lips.
I take the condoms from his hand and carefully slide one down his cock before standing up again and pushing him backward, guiding him to sit in the chair I was in earlier.
“Bra,” he commands, and my fingers slip onto my back to undo the clasp, letting the material drop from my breast and exposing my hard nipples. “Fucking perfection,” he says and leans back in the chair, staring at me like he truly believes those words. “Come use me, Nevaeh,” he says and pats his thigh, sending a thrill through me.
I admire his body, the way his fireproofs are barely lifted enough to expose his lower stomach. The way his racing suit still hugs his legs, but his cock is out and ready for me to play with.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
“I have to warn you. I will do anything to win that bet,” I mumble as I get on my knees andcrawltoward him.
Desire spreads all over his face, making him shift in his seat as he watches me closely. He strokes his cock, probably desperate for a release, and I watch his movements with fascination. Adrian’s groan fills the room and my ears until my body aches with the need to replace his hand with mine. To stroke it along his cock and guide it toward my clit to play with it.
When I’m in front of him, I place my hands on the armrests, keeping eye contact while I move on top of him, my pussy hovering over his cock. Adrian’s smirk is easy and sexy as he waits for me to do or say whatever I want.
“As soon as I’m inside of you, start the timer. You won’t win,” he teases, but he just shot himself in the foot with that wording.
“If I can, I get a photo shoot where you have to do and wear as I say,” I offer, and he chuckles.
“Okay, fine. If I can last longer, you have to wear a remote-controlled vibrator on a race weekend of my choosing,” he counters, making my lips part in surprise. At the same time, excitement accompanies the surprise.
Why do I like the idea of that?
“Deal,” I say and hold out my hand for him to shake.
Adrian does but then guides my hand under his shirt and onto his abs. I lean forward, my lips barely brushing his before they move to his neck, finding his soft spot and sucking on it. A deep moan leaves him, making me smile as my kiss moves to his earlobe where I nibble on the skin.
“Neveah, fuck, you can’t do that. Don’t cheat,” he complains, but I keep trailing kisses from his ear to his neck and then slide down to lift his shirt and lick down his stomach. “Shit,” he moans when I wrap my hand around his cock, rubbing the head with my thumb.
“You said the time starts when you’re inside of me. You said nothing about me touching you before,” I explain, but I doubt he hears me over his low groan.
More moans leave him as I slip my hand between my legs, dipping my fingers inside of me to coat them with my arousal. I start sliding my hand all the way down and then back up his cock, his eyes glued to where I’m stroking him.
“Please, I need to be inside of you,” he begs, his palms moving to each side of my face before his thumb slides over my bottom lip. “And I need your mouth on mine.” He guides me up until I’m standing only to pull me in by my hips, bringing me back on top of him. My legs straddle his, his cock close to my entrance again. “No more teasing,” he says, but I’m not done yet. My hand reaches for his cock again so I can slide it over my clit, making me gasp from pleasure. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you do that,” he says, so I keep going, feeling him tense under me.
“Are you already struggling?” I ask with a teasing tone, and he grabs my hips once more to stop my movements.
“I started struggling the moment I set my eyes on you,” he replies, aligning my entrance with the head of his penis. “Now, please, I’m begging, I need your walls wrapped around me,” he pleads, and I instantly sink down on his cock, desperate to feel him too.
We gasp when he’s completely inside of me, but he guides my head down to kiss me, swallowing my moan. It momentarily distracts me from moving, which is probably why he’s doing it.
I lean back to start bouncing up and down on him.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he says, and I cover his mouth so he stays quiet. He chuckles against my hand, his fingers lifting to play with my tits
I sink down hard and lift fast before rolling my hips back and forth to rub my clit against his pelvis, switching back to bouncing a moment later. His moans vibrate against my hand, encouraging me to keep going. Pleasure consumes me, takes over until my brain barely remembers the deal. I want to make this last forever. But I’m also competitive and like to win.
When he’s completely inside of me again, I tighten my walls around his dick, making him grab my hips and dig his fingers into the soft skin there.
I bring my lips to his earlobe and let out an “hmmmm” that makes him tense even more. “I’m yours, Adrian, and so is this pussy. All yours. Come for me.”
He shakes his head, so I start switching between bouncing and tightening around him, my mouth close to his ear so he can hear my moans loud and clear.
“God, you feel so good, Adrian. You make me feel incredible,” I say because I can tell from the way he grips the armchair, my words are getting him closer to his orgasm. I guide his hands to my breasts, which he squeezes again with a groan.
“Fuck,” Adrian breathes, and I moan into his ear. I can feel my own build-up return as his cock continues to hit that perfect spot inside of me.
“Please, Adrian, I’m so close. Your cock feels so good, I need you to come inside of me,” I beg, causing his legs to shake and a loud moan to leave him. I’m barely able to keep my hand over his mouth again to shut him up.
His eyes close as his orgasm blindsides him. His hands hold onto my breasts, pinching my nipples as I grind my clit against his pelvis again and follow him straight over the edge. My body trembles, stars exploding behind my eyelids as pleasure sweeps through me.
I stay on top of him, running a hand over his naked chest and smiling victoriously. It couldn’t have taken more than a minute and a half, tops.
When he opens his eyes, he frowns at my happy grin.
“That’s not fair, mon ange, you can’t say those things and moan into my ear while your pussy does its magic and then place my hand on those breasts of yours. No one could last long with that combination,” he complains, but I simply give him a kiss and attempt to move off him.
He holds me close for a moment, his fingers running up my thigh and slipping between my legs to feel the place where his cock is buried deep inside of me. Shivers run down my body from his fingertips’ exploration, and he smiles at them like he’s never seen a more beautiful sight.
“We have a few more condoms. Let’s use them,” he says, rolling his thumb over my nipple until I’m grinding against him again.
A knock on the door breaks the tension his touch brought back. “Hey, Adrian, we need you to come and look at something,” Daniel says, making Adrian sigh.
“I’ll be right there,” he replies and looks up at me. “Moment ruined, isn’t it?” he asks, and I give him a small smile.
“There is no such thing with you, but you need to go see what they need.” I attempt to get up again, but he holds me down once more. I giggle involuntarily as his hands brush my sides. He takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, a serious expression on his face.
“Mon paradis,” Adrian says, and I lean forward to press a kiss to his lips.
“Mein Mond.” He cocks a confused brow, but I simply give him one last peck before getting off and putting my clothes back on without explaining what it means.
Mein Mond.
My moon.
I’ve always been fascinated by the moon. By the phases. By its beauty. By how bright it shines in the dark night sky.
Adrian is like that.
He’s the brightest light in the darkest world.