My other hand finds the button of her jeans. I dip my hand below, finding her slick and ready for me. Talk about the best fucking feeling, to turn her on with minimal effort required.
Her wild eyes and messy hair drive me crazy. Nothing compares to satiating the hunger between us, being able to please her to the point of oblivion.
Maya’s hand touches the outline of my dick through the race suit. She palms me, doing soft movements up and down.
“Time to take this off,” she says in a husky murmur.
Good girl.
The thrilling sound of the zipper rings through the room. Maybe Maya corrupts me just as much because I never do anything like this before a race.
I pull my arms out of the top part of the suit and finish unzipping to my waistline. The clock tells me we have fifteen minutes left. While I wish I had more time with her, a quickie will do. She tugs my dick out from the tight layers of flame-retardant material.
She gets down on her knees. The sight alone makes my dick pulse, pre-cum leaking from the tip before she grabs onto it. Her tongue darts out to lick the white bead.
My head drops back.
Shit, her mouth feels good.
She traces lazy lines with her tongue across the shaft. It’s perfect. She’s perfect. All so motherfucking perfect.
She takes me in her mouth, a warm, wet heaven welcoming my cock. Her tongue drags along the underside of my shaft as she pulls her mouth back and forth. She sucks, pumps, and licks me. Sensations make my brain short-circuit.
She pumps me into her mouth with one hand while another grips my ass. I regain enough mental clarity to pull her up, her lips popping as my dick bobs.
“Nope. That’s not how this is going to go today.”
Her honey-brown eyes narrow. I trail my thumb across her plump lips, loving how she looks after sucking me off. A brief kiss wipes the frown off her face.
I tug down her jeans and thong. She’s right there with me, fumbling with taking off her sneakers. The best kind of teamwork.
Red numbers on the clock mock me.
“Now you have to be quiet,” I whisper before licking the shell of her ear, her body breaking out in goosebumps.
She likes the quiet game we play, wondering who will mess up first.
I place her hands on the side of the gray couch. The suite is small, not meant for sex. But fuck it, I can make the layout work with a little extra effort.
“Keep your hands there.” I grab a condom from my wallet.
Thank God for planning ahead.
I turn back toward Maya. The sight of her perky ass in the air, leaning against the arm of the couch, ready for me. Her tits hang out and her back arches. It’s a lot to take in. She bites down on her lip, hitting me with the hungry look in her eyes as she checks out my dick.
I slip the condom on.
“Too bad your suit isn’t sex-friendly,” her voice rasps.
“My my, do you have a thing for race suits? Should I be concerned? I can lock you away from the other drivers and keep you here for myself.”
My hands palm her ass, eliciting a light moan from her. One finger slides down the crease of her ass until I reach her slick folds. I plunge a finger inside, and then another, her wetness surrounding me.
I lean in close to her ear. “Always ready for me. Tell me, do you get this way while watching me race? Does it turn you on?”
She nods her head, the silent admission exciting me.
“It’s a dangerous sport. High speeds. Collisions.” I leave a path of kisses down her spine.
She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder.
“I’ll let you in on a secret though… Fucking you is the equivalent of winning a World Championship. I could never win again and be perfectly fine so long as you’re by my side. In my bed. Me inside of you. I like you a lot.”
She doesn’t have a second to register my words. I have the foresight to cover her mouth with my hand before I thrust into her wet pussy. My teeth grit together as I hold back a groan, her tight body accepting my cock and fisting me like no other. Our connected bodies moving in unison mesmerizes me.
And fuck if that doesn’t do something to me, a wave of possessiveness rushing through me as I drag my slick dick out, soaked to the hilt.
She feels tighter in this position, my pants concealed because I don’t want Santi to hear me. I let my hand go from her mouth once the shock factor is done.
Maya claws at the fabric on the couch, a gorgeous image of her rattled by me. I ram into her again and savor the feel of her squeezing my dick.
She’s heaven. Perfect for me.
My hand grips her ponytail, wrapping it around my arm, thick strands brushing against my skin. I tug, fulfilling a fantasy I’ve thought about since meeting her.