19. Mabel
Mabel
July – Mid-season break – Sydney, NSW
Mid-season break hits and we're in Sydney.
The crew organised to hang for a week in the city to let off some steam and relax before heading back on track for more testing.
After a decently long bus trip from rural NSW to the centre of Sydney City, it's a stark juxtaposition of landscapes.
Rural NSW is bush greens and browns across wide open spaces.
Sydney in the city is all shiny, grey buildings and vertical metals.
I swipe my keycard and step into my hotel room.
The view demands attention within the studio and is a breathtaking panoramic view of the harbour.
The crisp white of the Sydney Opera House pops off the shimmering blue of the harbour with the prestigious metal of the Harbour Bridge etched beside it.
Not a cloud in the sky to dampen the sight.
Realisation hits that this would be really expensive per night, and panic starts to set in. I might not be able to afford this?!
A knock echoes through the room and I turn a confused look at the door I just entered through. But the knock didn’t come from there. I scan the walls and see a door in between the bathroom and my bed. That’s not creepy at all .
I look around for something I can use as a weapon when I hear Riley’s voice from the other side of the door. “Mabel, it’s me!” I roll my eyes and unlock the door.
“I was looking for something to clock you with.” I gesture around.
He steps in and scoops me up, my lips parting to welcome his tongue ravenously.
Setting me down, he keeps his arms around me and whispers, “I’ve been waiting to do that to you all day.”
“Glad you could contain yourself. That kiss would have sparked a lot of questions on the shuttle here,” I jest, running my fingers through his hair. “Also, this is the first and last time I let you organise a hotel room for me. This place looks like it would be a mint per night.”
“Don’t be silly. I organised it, I'm paying for it. Plus, I wanted to organise one with the connecty door thingo, and these rooms were the only ones that did it in this place.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that. The door is cool and all, but what happens if you find a cutie in the club and want to take her back to your room?” I joke, but I kind of hurt my own feelings thinking about that scenario.
“Hmm, that is true.” He feigns contemplation, then pulls me backwards into his room. “Well, look at that. Got a girl in my room, no issues.” He smirks before crashing his lips against mine again .
Breaking away, I laugh. “Smooth.” I feel his phone vibrate against my hip. “I hope whoever that is texting you calls. You turned off voicemail, right?”
His eyes turn devilish. “Oh, I see you. We might have to stop off somewhere tonight. You’ve given me ideas.” He dips his hands down to my ass and lifts me up, my toes brushing the floor, grounding his cock against me.
His phone vibrates again, and I melt into him. “Yeah, we’re definitely going for a little shop,” he says, putting me down with a squeeze and a kiss before fishing out his phone and tapping on it to bring up the message.
“I may already have a special little something in my bag I ordered online,” I tease.
He raises his eyes from his mobile and moans. “You are definitely full of surprises.” He looks down and blinks a few times, trying to focus on his phone.
“Javi says to be down in the lobby for dinner at seven.” He throws his phone on the closest surface.
“Isn’t that plenty of time to have our own fun?
Whose room has the better view?” He turns to his view.
It’s magnificent, just like my room. It’s probably slightly closer to the harbour views.
He peeks his head into my room to make the comparison before turning back to me, looking me deeply in the eyes, filled with mischievous thoughts, and breathes, “Mine.” He takes my hand and walks us to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The glass is clear, but I remember looking up from the road and you can’t see inside.
He pushes me up against the cool glass and lifts my arms above my head, trapping me, his mouth capturing mine.
Our kissing accelerating our urgency, and he drops his hands away from mine, quickly removing items of clothing.
Spinning us around to change positions, his back pressed against the window, he coaxes my hands to the glass on either side of his head, before sinking to his knees before me, picking one of my legs up and putting it over his shoulder.
My breath catches as his tongue licks up my pussy, his hands caressing my legs.
Thank goodness my arms are braced as I feel the slow ascent.
Riley takes his time, mixing it up from licking to clamping his mouth down on my clit and sucking.
Moving his mouth to the sounds of my sighs as the heat within me rises.
My forehead finds the cool glass as my orgasm begins to peak, and Riley focuses on my clit.
My eyes close and the stars shimmer across the back of my eyelids when I come undone.
As I catch my breath, Riley’s lips scatter across my thighs and stomach, kissing my body as he rises to his feet.
Before he has time to ravish me again in any capacity, I spin us around so he is facing the window and fall to my knees.
His cock is hard and ready for my greedy mouth.
I want to make him feel as tingly and exceptional as I feel right now.
I take him deep into my mouth and hear him groan.
His cock goes in and out of my mouth as I run my hand along his length, in front of my lips.
I want to overload him with sensations and hear him calling out my name.
My other hand grips and gently tugs at his balls as I feel him reach his orgasm, calling out, “Fuuuuuuck, Mabel,” as he unloads into my mouth.
I swallow and look up at him, satisfied with the look of contentment on his face as he extends his hands to me.
Taking them, he helps me to my feet, instantly bringing his lips to mine.
In a gravelly voice, he rests his forehead against mine. “That was absolutely incredible!”
“You know how to keep me on my toes,” I tease.
“I really want to stay here and fuck you until dinner, but I feel like we would be missing out on enjoying our holiday,” he says, the pain of the dilemma apparent in his voice.
“If we did that, I know I wouldn’t be able to walk for a few days after,” I reply, speaking from our first weekend hook up experience.
I was really glad Rayna wanted to do some remote working and I could log in from the lounge, because Riley did not let up and made good on his promise of fucking me silly for hours.
And because I am a sadist, I rub my hips against him.
His head lulls backwards and he groans out loud. “Fuck, you’re going to zombify me by keeping me hard all day, every day. I’ll start going brain dead from lack of blood.”
I laugh and move away to give him some space to recover while I get my clothes back on.
He watches me get dressed from the window.
I look over as I put my tee on with my bra in my hand, noticing his cock getting hard again.
Crooking my head and raising an eyebrow, I say, “I'm serious. I won’t be able to walk and I can’t cover by working from the hotel room. ”
His eyes roll into his head. “Argh, don’t praise me like that. It just makes me harder. ”
I laugh. “Okay, how’s this angle? I don’t want to be disappointed and have to get myself off after you try to make me come for ages and not deliver, you failure?”
“You can’t say that! One, I know it’s a lie and, two, it gives my mind…images; thinking about you looking at me disappointed just turned me on a little more.” He laughs back.
“You need a cold shower,” I throw over my shoulder and head back to my room, leaving him naked with a semi.
We sort ourselves out and decide to have a walk around the city until we need to get back for dinner.
The weather is in the middle of winter vibes in Sydney, on the cooler side but a nice bright day.
Perfect weather to wander around. Not dripping with sweat and not drizzling rain yet.
It’s a Tuesday, however, the harbour is bustling with a variety of people, some in business attire, tourists, people laying on the grassy areas.
A rich tapestry of the heart of the city.
Being so far removed from the track, our guards are down and our hands entwine with each other at every opportunity.
Our bodies are closer in public that we haven’t allowed before.
His hand reaches for my face, planting small kisses as we wait to cross a road or look out to the harbour.
I feel so relaxed and comfortable, as everything with Riley feels.
“We hitting up that sex shop?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at me.
“Not during the day! ”
“What’s the difference between going there during the day versus night?”
“People can see us better during the day? Plus, I bought something with me. Remember?”
“They can see us just fine at night, but go off,” he teases.
“Okay, but I’ll have to inspect and put whatever it is to use and see if it lives up to what’s going on in my mind.
Told you. I have some ideas.” He wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek a few times, disregarding anyone sharing the same footpath.
Walking up a touristy looking street lined with high end shops, Riley stops at one of the luxury boutiques and says, “Let’s go in here. I need to buy my mum something for her birthday next month.” Nodding in agreement, I gesture for him to lead the way.
Taking in the rows of handbags, the smell of leather strong.
My eyes boggle at the price tags. Yes, they were very nice bag, and they boasted handmade, ethically and locally sourced materials, but the price tags are on the insanely high end of three digits.
Riley looks around without boggled eyes, like he is used to these price tags.
I guess that would happen when your parents are successful farmers.
He decides on a black, medium-sized tote and a chestnut laptop bag.
The sales clerk carefully wraps the bags in tissue paper, boxes, and packs the items. I hear him say the hotel we are staying at and she nods and puts the bags down behind the counter.
He turns away and smiles. “Done. Mum will be happy. ”
“Aren’t you going to take your bags?”
“They’ll drop it off at the hotel for me. Saves me carrying them around.” He shrugs.
Baffled that they do that, but how the hell would I know they do that, never stepping into a shop like this before? I just nod as he takes my hand and leads me out of the store to an ice creamery a few doors down.
We get two flavours each in cups and make our way to sit at a bench by the harbour.
“Who gets choc mint? You’re mad,” he jokes as he digs into his chocolate hazelnut and coffee.
“It’s hard to get a good one from the supermarket, plus this is delicious with the boysenberry,” I reply, “Here, try some, at least.” I scoop some of the two flavours on the spoon and hold it to his quirked, suspicious mouth. “Don’t be a sook and just try it.”
His hand goes up to take my hand as he eyeballs the ice cream on the scoop, deciding he will try.
He looks heatedly into my eyes as he puts the spoon in his mouth, flips the spoon over, and I know he’s licking the concave part of the spoon with the same firm tongue he licked me with mere hours ago.
He drags the spoon out of his mouth, still holding that fiery contact, and releases my hand.
He breaks the mood with a goofy smile and says, “You’re right.
That tastes nice,” leaving me here, panting over ice cream.
I roll my eyes at him and try to will the heat to stop pooling at my crotch and continue to eat my ice cream normally, while he leans back on the bench and looks out at the people walking around.
We sit in comfortable silence while we people watch.
Well, I’m just trying not to combust and cool myself down from the dirty thoughts he just gave me.
“Hey, you two!” the familiar voice of Fleur cracks through the silence.
“Heya, Fleur!” Riley greets.
“Hey, have you been doing a bit of shopping?” I ask when I find my voice and the blood has returned to my head, so I’m not dizzy anymore.
“Yeah, I needed a few things I can’t get online. We still good for Friday? Girls’ pre-drinks before the club?” Fleur asks.
“Hell yeah! But now I'm thinking I need to go get something nicer to wear. I didn’t expect to be going to a nightclub when I packed at the start of the season,” I offer.
“Sophia and I were thinking of hitting some shops tomorrow, if you want to come along?” Fleur offers.
“Sure, that sounds great! Thanks.”
“Sweet. I am going to get these back to the hotel. I need a break.” Fleur waves with her arms weighed down with bags.
“Aww, I would have loved to go shopping with you,” Riley teases once Fleur is out of earshot.
“I don’t think so. You know you can’t go into the fitting rooms with me?”
“Well, that’s disappointing.” He pretends to sulk.
“This isn’t the movies. Get that right out of your head,” I tease to his pouty face .
“Fine.” He feigns upset and shakes his empty ice cream cup. “Refill or done?”
I glance into my half-finished one and cannot fit another bite in. “Done, but do you want the rest of mine?” I ask, presenting the rest of the choc mint to him.
“Sure, sling it over here,” he replies, and outstretches his hand to mine, sending sparks up my arm as his fingers graze mine around the cup.
I lift my knees to my chest on the bench, my stomach doing flips, and my breathing all over the place. Surprised at the ease. He disarms me so well with just a smile and a touch.
“Are you cold? Do you want to start walking back? No hoodie to offer you.” He notices the move, and I play it off as that.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
He easily finishes my leftover ice cream in a few mouthfuls, binning both ice cream cups. We walk back to the hotel, his arm around me, keeping me close to him to keep me warm, but I am on fire.