15. Riley
Riley
Mabel stirs in my bed. Her smooth skin moving against mine sending warm shivers down my body.
It was a delightful surprise that we're so sexually compatible, both of us meeting each other’s level.
I’ve not been with someone who got me so quickly.
Not like we needed to get into any kinks for our first time together, but it was refreshing for someone to feel so right, amplifying the connection and pushing the intimacy way up.
Even through our playful banter, I was trying so hard not to lose myself.
It was fucking hot. She just…got me. No game, no song and dance, just me.
I roll into her back, nuzzling her neck, pressing her against me. She rolls in my arms and wraps her arms around me. It’s only been overnight, but I am so into her. I just want to stay in bed and hang with her all day. Actually, I’m sure we have no commitments until dinner. Why can’t we do that?
“Mornin’,” she lets out through a yawn.
“Morning,” I reply and trail kisses up her neck to her mouth. I start out innocently, but clearly, kissing Mabel is going to get out of hand quickly .
“Stop!” she says as I move on top of her. “I definitely have to have a shower before we do anything again.”
I’m hovering above her. Staring into her hazel eyes. “Sure, no problem. Sounds like a great idea. Feel free to get up at any time.” I push my hard cock flush against her pussy, feeling her already wet. She inhales and her eyes flutter, trying to stay focused on me.
“You could always join me in the shower?” she manages out the laboured sentence while she struggles to keep her train of thought. This might be my new favourite thing: distracting Mabel.
“That’ll be fun,” I reply as I bend down to kiss her, pushing into her again to hear her gasp.
As if that last push gave her resolve and sobered her up from my teasing, she pushes me up and says, “Ok, give me five, then you can come in.” She slides out of the bed and heads towards the bathroom.
I’m dizzy with the effect of kissing her and need a moment, too.
My room has a small bathroom connected, but it only has a toilet and sink. No idea why they wouldn’t put a shower in there for a full-blown ensuite, but I am grateful I can use it before heading in to join her.
Giving her the requested time, I slink into the shower.
The smell of berries floods the room. My eyes gaze down her body, the water making it sleek and shiny.
She and I have been hitting the gym together, so I know she is lean, but naked, I can truly appreciate her trying to keep up with my routine.
She has a handful of fine line rose tattoos in various spots on her body, and I’ve never been more inclined to stop and smell the roses.
She looks over and smiles sweetly, inviting me in.
Stepping closer to her, the scoldingly hot water hits my arm. “Fucking hell! Are you boiling eggs in here or what?” I recoil a step back, protecting delicate parts of me.
She laughs. “Seriously? Are you a cold shower boy? Hmm, must say, that’s fitting.” She looks me up and down, raising an eyebrow.
“I just like to keep my boiling water to the kitchen and nowhere near my dick.”
“Alright, I’ll turn it down.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Over-reactor. It still had aaalllll this way to go until the tap was fully on hot.” She points to the millimetre it was away from the hot end of the tap.
“Thank you. I have to protect the moneymaker.” I gesture around my face.
“Isn’t the moneymaker your bike?”
“And the raw talent on the bike, but I have to keep my good looks for the cameras.” I smirk and reach for her to embrace under the cooler water. My face is close to her, nose to nose. “Plus, don’t you want to keep looking at this mug in all its glory, and not all red and sweaty?”
“I don’t know. I tried to get you all red and sweaty last night, and you handled it pretty well.” She presses her body closer into mine, pushing her tits against me as she bites her bottom lip .
I groan, moving into her. “You are going to be the death of me.” I crash my mouth onto hers, my hands finding her ass and squeezing her into me.
“Never,” she breathes and pushes away from me slightly.
She trails a hand down my body and grips my hard cock, stroking me up and down loosely.
I squeeze her ass again before turning my attention to her wet breasts, glancing down at her body as she jerks me off.
“How am I meant to last long when you look like you do? So fucking exquisite.” She speeds up, and I shouldn’t be able to come so quickly this morning.
I came a few times last night, but she is fucking unbelievable.
I am literally putty in her very capable hands as I feel a release build and shudder through my core, followed by an echoing moan.
Moving fast, I pin her to my side, dipping her slightly so she's slightly off-balanced. Hooking my arm behind her, gripping her side, trapping her arms behind her back. “Your turn, gorgeous.”
“Don’t drop me!”
“I’ve got you.” Looking into her eyes, my hand moves to her pussy and my fingers firmly press against her, causing her to shiver in my arms.
Slowly, I tease her, stroking her pussy, watching the water hit and roll down her body. I take in the move of her chest, her breathing in response to my hand. I slip two fingers into her wet pussy and her back arches against the water. What a magnificent sight. I could watch her all day.
“Riley,” she whispers.
“Mmm? ”
“Either let my arms go or make me come already,” she says, flustered. Even in this position, she is fiery.
“So bossy. Why not try begging? Or asking nicely?”
“Stop teasing me and make me come already. We're wasting water,” she breathes.
“That’s still bossy, not begging, or even asking nicely. But I guess you are used to not begging for anything. So confident and sexy.”
Pushing and rubbing my thumb against her clit with two fingers inside her, I feel her shutter and I grip her tighter against me. Her breathing accelerates and her head tips further back, her eyes closing. Watching her face, I enjoy the view of her letting go in my arms.
Lifting and releasing her gently to standing in front of me, her eyes are heavy and her breathing returns to normal.
My hands go to the side of her face, lost for words, as I lean down and kiss her gently for a few moments.
I feel her arms at my sides, gripping me loosely.
Slanting backwards, her composure returns.
Smiling, she says, “I never beg.”
I smile back and kiss her. “Noted.”
She washes her hair while I wash myself. I don’t want to leave, but I want to give her some time on her own and leave to dry and dress in my room.
We order room service for breakfast so we can feast in private, each getting two meals. Hmmm, wonder why we are so famished ?
Settling down on the kitchen bench to eat, we are so hungry we annihilate our first meals without talking, and in record time.
While we take a breather in between breakfasts meals and sip on coffees, Mabel opens with, “Okay, I have thought about it and I am still not a relationship person, but we could do friends with benefits? But nothing out in the open? Let’s keep it to how we are now, adding in that element.
We might be in separate rooms next track so not as easily…
accessible.” She tilts her head at the end of her sentence as I run my hand up her exposed leg.
Her loose t-shirt barely reaching her mid-thighs.
“I can abide by your rules,” I reply, leaving my hand at her knee.
“Let’s see if you can,” she replies with a wicked look on her face and, yup, I am done for.
Mabel has work to do in the hotel room, and I was in denial about my training session with the crew in the hotel gym.
Our demonic trainer, Hamish, has us down for two-hour sessions five days a week.
For athletes who are riding around on an engine, I don’t get it.
I like being in shape, but this fit? Come on.
I guess I do like how my body is looking. It helps me fill out a t-shirt well. And now that Mabel will be seeing me naked, I am happy to be something she can drool over. And I plan on having a lot of naked time with her .
An hour into training and our general chit chat has reduced to silence. A testament to the intensity of the training.
Javi is the first to speak during a brief break. “This is weird. Riley has yet to complain or whine about today’s session?”
“I don’t always complain!” I reply defensively.
“Yeah,” Fleur draws out the word, “Cole’s been huffing and moaning the entire hour but silence from you. Are you feeling alright there?”
“I’m fine. Just hungry and want to get this over with so I can go eat,” I lie. Well, I do want to eat, but they don’t have to know what.
Javi looks at me, considering, but drops it.
We finish the gruelling second hour, with Cole punctuating every ten minutes with complaints, but I feel the hour drift by quickly.
“Next track, I’ve organised a go-kart day.
I’ve got us four down and Sophia, but does anyone have any family that will be at that track and will want to come?
” Fleur asks, towelling down her face and neck.
Javi clicks his fingers. “Shelby said he’ll be around. Pop him down and I’ll remind him.”
Cole shakes his head as I offer, “Mabel should be keen.”
“Sweet. Glad Mabel will still be around. I’ll add the both of them,” Fleur replies, a small smile creeping on her face as she pulls her phone out and starts typing names on her list.
“How is going back in the same room with Mabel? Not too much?” Cole asks through heaving breaths .
“Great. We’ve gotten into a good…rhythm. We’ve both asked Koby and Rayna if we could get hotel rooms next to each other wherever possible, so see if they can keep trying to do that for us.”
“Cute.” Javi smirks.
“Figured we get along and I can help her make friends.” I shrug nonchalantly.
“Of course,” Javi replies.
I pull out my phone.
Mabs! Keep a day free for go-karts next month! Fleur will confirm the date. She’s a whiz at go-kart days, too. You’ll have fun with the crew. How’s work going?
Work’s fine, prepped everything for the next few weeks and some follow up posts of the race weekend all done. Just enjoying a quiet hotel room without you here. Sounds like fun! I’ve never been go-karting.
I’ll gladly help pop your go-karting cherry. ;P
How did you make go-karting dirty?
Natural talent for it. See you soon. x
Looking up, Javi is in front of me with a confused look on his face. “You’re smiling like a goof at your phone.”
“Mabel said something funny,” I reply, pocketing the phone quickly.
He looks at me suspiciously. “We still doing dinner tonight, or do you have somewhere else to be?”
“Nope. Still on,” I simply reply. This is hard keeping this from Javi.
I mean, I know last year he kept Sophia and him hooking up from me.
I know he did it for the relationship and until Sophia felt comfortable.
Guess I am doing the same for Mabel. This is her first year in the paddock, and she might feel self-conscious.
But she said she isn’t a relationship person.
I can respect that. If that’s what she wants, no problem with me. I am just happy to be hanging with her.
“Ok, I have regained a normal breathing pattern. I’m out,” Cole says.
His dog, Otto, follows him out the door.
Cole has a tricked out motorhome he travels around in.
It makes it easier to travel with Otto instead of hotels turning their noses up at a pet.
This hotel is flexible and allows Otto to stay in the gym with us.
“I’m off, too,” Fleur adds. “I want to get in an outdoor run before the weather turns.”
“Bye!” Javi and I call out to them.
Javi and I exit the gym after Fleur, and head to the elevator in silence.
“Okay, you’re freaking me out. You’re never not talking some shit,” Javi comments. I don’t think I have ever been this quiet around Javi in all the time I have known him. “You and Mabel are together, right?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I stay tight-lipped, hitting the elevator button again, like it will make it come faster.
“Dude, I know you. You’ve been together for the last few months and hardly spoken to me outside of the track. You even come into my pit box, and only to talk to her. I’m not against it. I think it’s great. Just be honest.”
The elevator dings open and we enter the privacy of the cube. “Okay,” I start, once the door is closed and no one can eavesdrop. “We hooked up, but only after yesterday’s race. She doesn’t want a relationship, and I respect that. I’m happy hanging out with her. She’s an awesome and nice person.”
“That’s why you weren’t complaining today. Hamish has worked on a dope routine, right? I’m so cut. Sophia loves it,” Javi shares, flexing his arms and looking at himself in the elevator mirror.
“It’s a perk! But hey, no one to know about this, not even Sophia! I don’t want Mabel to be embarrassed with her team knowing,” I plead.
“Yeah, I would be embarrassed dating you too, hotshot,” he teases.
“Fuck you. I’m a catch,” I defend, punching his arm.
“Weakling,” he replies, and returns a punch to my arm.