21. Sophia
21
Sophia
July – Mt Panorama, New South Wales
“So, who gets top bunk?” Javi teases as he stands and stretches his arms after our long drive. Rayna arranged for our motorhome to be parked on track while we’re testing during the mid-season break.
Rolling my eyes at his comment, I say, “Rayna showed you how to pull out the sofa bed thing in the lounge room. I bags the bed.”
“Race you for it?” He poises himself, ready.
“I am in no mood to…” I start the short dash to the bedroom door with him a few steps behind once he realised what I was doing. “Beat you horribly. Geez, did you even try? What happened to your natural racing talent?” I tease.
“Ahh, shady tactics. Who have you been hanging out with on track to pick up these habits?” He smiles and runs a hand through his hair. “You win this round, ace. I’m going to make a coffee, if you want one, too?” He heads to the small kitchen area and starts preparing once I nod my acceptance.
I hover around and pull out some small snacks. We made great time getting here, so we can get down to the track to set up, allowing us to start straight away tomorrow.
Our choreographed movements around each other is fun and flirty. He brushes a little too close to my face as he reaches up to a cabinet on my other. “Excuse me”. His smile cocky.
Reaching over him, my arm grazes across his chest. “Pardon me.”
Manoeuvring behind me, he brushes his front across my back, leaning down to whisper down my neck. “All my fault.”
His mouth lingers, his warm breath tickling down my neck. His hands grip at the bench I am standing at, caging me in. My head tips closer to his mouth. My body responses to his proximity, pushing backwards. “Won’t happen again.” My eyes close as I feel his lips brush my jaw.
Javi’s lips are soft and tender along my jaw. His hands move to encircle around me, pressing me close to him.
“I hope it won’t,” he replies, moving over to the other side of my face.
“And what if it does?” My voice is breathy.
“Might just have to work out a…suitable punishment .” His voice is husky and his hands become possessive as he turns me around and claims my mouth.
Reaching down to my thighs, he lifts me up and I wrap around him as he moves towards the bedroom.
"You know I can walk the five steps to the bed, right?” I query.
“Yeah, but this is more fun.” He smirks and drops me onto the bed before promptly kneeling between my legs.
Unbuttoning my jeans in a flurry, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and yanks them off as I wiggle out of my tee. He steps back slightly, raking his eyes across my body. “You look fucking amazing, baby.”
My pussy clenches at the sentiment and the look of pure desire on his face as he leans down to fill the space between us.
Moving forward, I run my hands along his torso, kissing his chest, neck, shoulders, anything I can reach. My hands meet the top of his waistband, and I push them down, revealing his very hard cock.
“Do you have any…protection?” I trail off in between kisses.
He smiles. “Yeah.” He reaches into his sweats to retrieve his wallet and puts on the condom. He returns to devour my mouth, not able to get enough. I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. I groan and moan with impatience.
“Please, Javi,” I beg.
“Anything for you,” he says, and my wetness allows his cock to glide and rub into me smoothly. He is in no hurry to bury himself in me, inch by agonisingly slow inch. When he is in me completely, he keeps the pace and draws out slowly, then back in, making the sensation overwhelming. My breathing feels out of sync. I can’t grip to any one sensation or feeling, and it feels fucking phenomenal. I’m the one to break away from kissing as my head goes backwards, trying to zero in on the feeling between my legs. His mouth, now free, meets my nipple, and it’s sensory overload again, but I am not knocking the divine feeling.
He starts to speed up as his hand moves to circling my clit. How can more sensations course through me? He speeds up when my panting and moaning get more laboured, louder. My climax builds and blocks out all noise, only hearing his moans as he reaches his climax with me, muttering his name over and over. My hands move to the sides of his face, and I kiss him again as my climax spills over, his mouth capturing my cries. He stills as he comes, gripping me around the waist, drawing me closer to his body as he twitches inside me, grunting, “Oh, fuck, Sophia.”
We stay in the moment as we catch our breath, his forehead on my shoulder and his arms still around my waist. Mine has made it around his shoulders, running my fingers absentmindedly through his hair.
“This is going to be an enjoyable break bunking with you, boss.” He winks.
Javi and I have been working on the motocross project this mid-season at Bathurst, and it’s been great. We have been able to get a lot of the pre-lim work in and also a decent amount of the technical work done. The next stage is taking it to the nearest MudPit track to test and continue the research and development, before going back at track for the last of the season break testing.
Oddly enough, it hasn’t been weird having Javi suddenly spending so much time with me in the pits or sharing the motorhome together. We spent time talking for hours in the front of the motorhome, watching the sunset fall over the track. We find ourselves in comfortable silence when the winter skies burst with vibrant pinks and oranges, and then mute into pitch black.
The last three weeks have been amazing, but I think I am getting too comfortable with him around. Yes, it took us less than five minutes to break and jump into bed together, and haven’t stopped since. But it’ll be hard to go back to hiding this in the pit box around everyone else. I need to discuss it with him.
MudPit has arranged for us to test at their nearest course, under an hour away from Bathurst. We pull up in the motorhome to the parking lot, which has a few scattered utes and trailers.
My hair is caught in the aggressive breeze as I step out and look over the MudPit track. I can’t wait to get out there.
“When do we hit the dirt?” Javi calls out, clearly excited, too.
“Tomorrow,” I reply.
“Wicked.” He pauses. “We passed a burger joint as we came in. Should we hit that up?”
Food. My vice.
“Yeah, that sounds great,” I reply.
The motorhome is completely tricked up and has a nifty, custom storage/garage area at the back for the two motocross bikes. We have our equipment in there for the dirt bike testing, but we also were able to bring along a sports bike.
“I’ll suit up and take the bike to get food,” he says enthusiastically before he disappears. Several moments pass until he reappears from the storage area, and I need to cool my jets. He steps out in his full leather suit that has his team colours of grey and yellow, but no sponsors on the leathers except our manufacturer, Triumph, along his chest. He pushes out the bike and turns it on, filling the air with a sputter, the gravelly roar of the engine kicking into life as it warms up. His helmet is already on with the visor up, so I can only see his sultry eyes peering out. He winks at me before he throws a leg over the machine that rumbles underneath him. My insides clench.
He holds a gloved hand up and wiggles his fingers in a wave before flicking the kickstand up and puttering away. Finally, I release a deep breath before heading back into the motorhome. I haven’t had a great deal of time on my own, so it feels great having some space to myself. I sit at the front of the motorhome which I parked facing towards the track. The course is vast and nestled within the bush, so this is going to be the perfect place to test. I notice that there is not one shade of green that’s the same as the last as I scan the breathtaking panoramic sunset. My eye catches a motocross comp track to my right. My mind floods with the memories of my teenage years spent on these tracks, Mum close by my side, cheering me on. I smile and sit with these happy memories, enjoying the feelings they bring as a few tears escape my eyes before I wipe them away.
Thirty minutes pass by, and I hear the distant sound of the bike approaching before Javi puts it back away in the storage area.
He enters the motorhome, now out of his leather suit, and deposits the food out on the table. There is a lot.
“Over-ordered?” I ask, my eyes widening as I watch him continue to empty the bags.
“I ordered extra in case,” he offers, shrugging nonchalantly.
We sit down and eat together, making basic conversation and sharing my expectations for the testing coming up—nothing he doesn’t already know after spending the last three weeks working together. Two riders was a good idea on Rayna’s behalf. This cuts down some testing time and we can both compare our feedback and assessments, accelerating the testing process.
We get on the topic of Javi’s parents.
“How are your parents going? I thought you were going to head out to see them soon?” I ask.
“I was, but their cruise ship hit some bad weather. They needed to stay out at sea a bit longer than expected, so it threw off our timing,” he replies.
“That’s a shame. I know you were looking forward to seeing them.”
“It is what it is. I can’t change the outcome, I can only hope they are okay,” he replies.
A comfortable silence settles between us.
“Hitting the track first thing tomorrow?” he asks as he claps and rubs his hands together.
“After coffee,” I reply, raising my finger in the air.
“Of course!” he agrees. “Did you want some company tonight?” The wicked smile on his face makes me quiver.
I have to be open with him. “To be honest,” I reply, “do you think we should put the brakes on us? Get used to not being so close as we approach getting back with the team?” I ask.
“Would it be so bad if we were close coming back into the second half of the season?” he queries.
“I still don’t know what I want. I thought I would know after these few weeks, but I feel even more confused,” I say, not able to look directly at him.
“I don’t want to, but we can if you want the time?” he replies, his facial expression hard to read.
“Can we give it a go?” I want to make sure we are productive this week and I worry this will detour quickly. “And how about we give it until the end of season? Both of us should really be focusing on the championship and getting across that final finish line.”
“Sure, if that’s what you want,” he replies, now looking down.
He insists on taking the sofa bed in the motorhome’s lounge area and for me to continue staying in the bedroom.
We say goodnight, and I head to the bedroom to overthink. He didn’t try to kiss me. Not even on the cheek. He was respectful, no sly touches to my ass or arm. Did I just fuck this up?
I shouldn’t keep dwelling on it. Turning over, I hit the bedroom lights off for the night.
The next morning, I am awoken by a knock at my bedroom door. I roll out of bed and open the door, dressed in his gifted clothes Javi gave at the start of the season.
It’s Javi with two cups of coffee.
He catches a look at me and appears to be taken aback, then softly smiles. Guess we have been sleeping in minimal clothes for the last few weeks, so he hasn’t seen me in pyjamas.
He refocuses with a shake of his head. “Good morning!” he greets as he hands me a coffee.
Squinting at the time, I realise I had managed to sleep later than I normally do. “Sorry, must be quieter here. Haven’t slept this late in a long time.”
“That’s okay. Sorry to wake you,” he replies tentatively.
“All good. I needed to get up,” I say, rubbing my eyes and leaning against the door frame as I drink the coffee. “Thanks for the coffee!” I raise it to him.
“My pleasure. I’ll give you some more time to get ready before we head out.” He leaves the motorhome abruptly.
Again. No brief touching. Just a coffee. Guess I have gotten used to the little moments between us over the last three weeks.
I shrug it off as he is excited to test, taking what I asked yesterday seriously. I change and quickly eat some cereal before heading to the storage area where Javi is already wearing his motocross gear, looking fucking cute as hell in it. I try to ignore his cuteness and put my motocross gear on. I grab my helmet and call out, “Ready when you are.”
We take the bikes down to the track to do a few laps before heading back to the motorhome garage, analysing the data and making some adjustments.
We follow that routine for the first and second day. Javi was serious and helped out with the data and mechanical work, knowing what he was doing, while listening when he was unsure about something.
The third day is more relaxed. Less adjustments as things were working well and there were fewer issues.
By the fourth day, we were on the track for hours at a time, enjoying each other’s company and our hard work. It was more jaunty, more comfortable conversations. We only returned to the motorhome for lunch.
Enthusiastically, I call Rayna when we return in the afternoon with the good news. She is delighted. We arrange for a catch up when we are all back on track in a few days.
“Great work, Sophia. Your skills and dedication on this project are appreciated and it couldn’t have happened so quickly without you. Looking forward to meeting with you on track to discuss in depth,” Rayna marvels over the phone. We hang up, Rayna to set up a meeting with her and Micah when we return.
Tapping my phone against my palm as I think, staring off into space, I feel elated.
Work is smashing along. I’m nailing the racing side of things, and now the motocross project is ahead of schedule—with a damn successful result. Feels like my personal struggles are slowly being handled. Acknowledging I have been keeping people away from getting close to me because I felt broken. But I am starting to feel whole again. Starting to heal.
Javi is in the garage area with me as I am having my internal monologue moment. He breaks my train of thought. “You okay?” he asks, concerned.
I blink away from my trance and look at him. “Yeah, all good.” I smile and put my phone away.
Javi helps pack up around the storage area. “Hungry?” he ventures.
I think about it and yes, I am famished. “Sure!” I say enthusiastically.
“Great! Let’s head out on the bike. I have a spot in mind. Nothing fancy.”