Chapter 27 Rayna
Rayna
June – One Raceway, NSW
“How’s things going?” I ask into the laptop screen. Louie and Leni are on the screen, having their meeting in Louie’s motorhome. “Brax did a good job of bringing Leni up to scratch. She’s been taking over seamlessly.” Louie looks over at Leni and pats her back.
“I’m so happy to hear that. Leni, if there is anything we can help you with, please don’t hesitate.”
“Thanks, Rayna. Everyone has been so supportive. It’s been an easy transition, especially with your visits at the start. And Brax has kept a lot of in depth notes to follow.” Leni beams into the screen.
“Wonderful. Sounds like everything is under control. Why did you call instead of text the info through?”
“We’ve had some issues with Geoff citing incorrect information in his social media posts. We’ve tried to ignore it and then bring facts to the press conferences and on socials, but nothing is stopping him. Would we be able to run some ideas through Mabel to quell this issue?”
“Argh. He is such a pest. I’ll shoot you through Mabel’s details and let her know what he's been up to before you reach out to her. I know we can’t completely stop him, however, if he is saying untrue things and it could be impacting our business, we might be able to do something more.”
“Thanks!”
I look at the door as a familiar knock taps against it.
Knowing it’s Koby, I call out, “Come in.”
His head pops in, and a grimace takes over his smile when he notices the video call going on my laptop. “Sorry! I can come back.”
Louie’s voice crackles through the speaker. “We’re all done, Kobs.”
I gesture a hand at the screen and Louie’s words. “You’ve already interrupted. Might as well come in and take a seat,” I tease.
Koby raises his empty hand in defeat as he comes and sits down on the chair that faces me near my desk.
“We’ll let you know any updates, Mum.”
“Thanks, you two. Chat soon.”
I leave the online meeting and turn to Koby. Who’s stifling a smirk.
“Did you take a ticket? Have you just line-cut to see me?” I joke.
“Sorry. I missed you and was lonely in my office. Thought I would pop in and work here with you,” he coyly replies.
“Well, you make it hard for me to be annoyed at you when you say cute stuff like that.” I laugh and lean over to meet him for a kiss.
“I still have some work to do, so you can work here too.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
He pries open his laptop and teeters it on his lap.
We manage about thirty minutes of silence before Koby sighs, dropping his head back, resting it on the wall in my office. His blue eyes meet the ceiling.
“You can go back to your office, you know?”
“No, it’s okay. It’s just this report. Boring.” He exaggerates out the last word, lifting his head and putting his laptop down on my desk beside him.
Inspiration hits, and a wicked thought I would never feel comfortable making floods my mind. I want to make him sigh again. Head firmly lulling back against the wall. Containing his moaning.
He looks over at me as I slink to my knees, maintaining our eye contact. It’s a short distance to the front of him, so I draw it out. Going slow. I kneel in front of him and can already see him hard under his jeans, and that pushes my confidence up.
I run my hands up his legs, gripping his quads before grasping for dear life onto the waistband.
He moves his hand to my chin. “What are you doing there?”
“Trying something out.”
“Try away.” He keeps his hand on my chin as I start to unzip his jeans. Rubbing his thumb across my lips.
Pushing open his jeans as far as they go, I pull down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his dick.
Wasting no time, I run my tongue up the length of it, watching Koby’s reaction.
He draws in a sharp breath at the motion.
I want more. I drop my mouth down onto his length, causing him to do what I want.
He sighs out loud and drops his head backwards on the wall.
His hand has been relegated to tangled in my hair, but his restrained fingers pulse with forced possessive pressure as I draw his cock in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck, Rayna,” he pants out on a breath.
Charged on by his thinly veiled discipline, I move my hand to the base of him and squeeze it gently as I slam it into the back of my throat.
His control breaks, and his hand grips my hair, but instead of holding me down on his dick, he has me hovering above it.
“Stand up.”
I comply, remaining between his legs, as he slouches down in the chair, and I internally whimper at the loss of his hand in my hair as I move out of his reach.
“Undo your pants.” Stomach flipping at his quiet demand.
My fingers meet the zip on my hip, and I pull down, exposing the jagged metal teeth. My thumbs hook into the waistband of my pants.
“Slowly,” he adds, and a flush rolls through my body.
Doing as he instructs, I slowly shimmy down my pants to pool at my ankles. Forgetting to take my panties down too.
His hands trail up the outside of my legs, his fingertips firm and possessive.
They meet in the middle of my panties, curling his fingers around the material, brushing my aching pussy teasingly.
The feel of tearing material causes me to gasp at the surprise as my panties disintegrate in his huge hands.
“Wh…”
Meeting my shock with a smirk and his hands on my hips, he continues, “Turn around.”
The slight panic rises quickly but then subsides. If he didn’t want to see me, he would have stopped this ages ago or just finished in my mouth. With small movements, I circle, his hands never not touching me.
My ass to him, he grabs a handful and moans. “This ass.” He grabs tighter, causing me to rise on my toes, and uses his knees to reposition me to the outside of his. “I want to watch this ass while you fuck me on this chair.”
Gasping at the thought, and his commanding voice, my legs almost buckle but his hands on my ass keep me upright.
He guides me down until I feel the tip of his cock pressing against the slickness of my pussy.
He moves my ass backwards and forwards and pushes against me slightly, so his tip runs through my slit.
“All you. You take control.” He releases his grip on my ass and puts his hands on the chair he is sitting on.
I lower myself down, stretching myself around him slowly. The angle is delightful and liberating. Fuck, it feels so good. I stay sitting on his cock, enjoying it deep inside before rising and falling at my pace.
“I love watching you fuck me.”
I feel him press against my back. His mouth at my ear.
“You take me so well. How’s it feel, Raven?”
That spurs an involuntary roll of my hips and a moan to part my lips.
The feel of his hand snaking up my body and wrapping around my neck makes my eyes fly open and a silent gasp escapes.
There is no pressure around my neck. He is simply putting his hand around my neck, keeping his mouth close to my ear.
But the trust I have in him to just leave it there is heady and turns me on more, rippling another roll of my hips over his cock.
“You going to answer this time? How does it feel, Raven?”
“Good.” I all but scream out. “Really. Fucking. Good.” My throat feels delicate in his strong hands.
His other hand grips my hip, digging his fingertips into my flesh as he grinds his hips into me. I move my hand to my clit and start rubbing. The build up, short and prompt.
“That’s it. I want you to come on my cock. Then I’m going to come inside this perfect pussy.”
I moan at the sentiment. Thinking of him filling me up. Gripping my hip so tightly, I would think it’s left bruises.
“Koby…” I whisper as I feel my release. A wave of pulsating heat radiates through me as I shutter and spasm around him, feeling him come inside me. His gruff moan into my hair. Feeling his mouth kiss my neck. I’ve not felt this free or safe in a long time.