by Lauren Asher
“I can’t help it. That hair, his babysitting skills. Even his personality. Sigh.”
How the mighty have fallen, becoming jealous over a TV character. “I can babysit. And my hair is definitely better. Personality? I sure as fuck hope mine’s nicer seeing as I’m a real person. And I am older, wiser. I can fucking kick ass with a baseball bat.” I flex my arms around her for emphasis.
“What does older and wiser have to do with the appeal?” Her chest shakes against mine.
She’s totally teasing me. So I do what any logical man would do in my position. I shut off the TV and show her exactly how more experience comes with age. She stops complaining about the show the moment my lips find her clit.
I creep around, listening in on Santi and Maya’s conversation. It’s not my fault they’re so loud and we share the same walls. Right?
I’m jealous of Santi. There. I put it out there.
Maya spends the whole morning before the race with him, hanging out while I spend the day by myself. She hides who we are from him because she doesn’t want to upset him or inconvenience him before the final Prix.
Unfortunately for the Alatorre siblings, I’m not above eavesdropping.
“What are you going to do once the season’s over?” Santi’s voice carries through the thin walls.
“Mm, I don’t know. I’ve started to fall into my own thing with my vlog. I have over 900,000 followers. That’s, like, amazing growth in a YouTube vlog career that started only eight months ago. The travel vlogging is nice, but YouTube F1 videos are what make me trendy and different.”
Pride in her voice brings a smile to my face. I watch her videos when I miss her or boredom strikes, or when Santi steals her away because Maya feels too guilty to say no.
We’ve already traveled with F1 for eight months, with Maya and I dating exclusively for the last four weeks.
“But is that really a job? Following me around?”
What an idiot.
“Uh. I don’t follow you around.” Maya’s voice hesitates, unsure how to handle Santi’s obliviousness.
“I don’t mean to put you down. But don’t you want a nice, stable job? One closer to home with less traveling? I can’t have you here forever.”
You can’t. But I can.
Or at least until Maya doesn’t want to be around anymore, if she doesn’t. We still need to find our footing together.
I think up opinions like I’m part of the conversation.
She lets out a deep sigh loud enough for me to hear. Never a good sign.
“I’m living in the moment. I’m young. I have time to figure my life out. You don’t know much about social media, but it’s growing—vlogging is a huge industry with good pay by views. And sponsorships.”
“That’s always your problem though. You may live in the moment, but you gotta grow up sometime. Are videos a career?”
“Wow…okay. I don’t know what made you so pissed off today, but you’re being a crappy brother right now. I’m going to take a walk.”
An idea hits me. I open the door to my suite the moment Maya walks past it, hurling her inside.
“What are you—”
My hand covers her mouth before she can get out another word. I bring my index finger up to my lips. Her eyes change from dull to gleaming because I can now change her mood for the positive. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I remove my hand from her mouth and lock the door behind her.
I check the time on the clock. We have thirty minutes before I need to check in at the pit.
“Think you can keep quiet?” I whisper. Her brother is a few feet away, and the walls are thinner than a fucking condom.
She bobs her head up and down, eyes lit with excitement.
“Always enthusiastic.” I trail a finger from her neck to her chest. My hands find the hem of her Bandini polo and pull it over her head, revealing a white lace bra that makes my dick pulse.
She toys with the zipper of my race suit.
“You look so hot in this. I almost don’t want to unzip it.” Her words bring a smile to my face.
I shut her up with a kiss because I don’t want to risk Santiago hearing us. My tongue explores her mouth, enjoying her exclusive taste, one I find addicting as hell. A magnetic energy flows around us, always pulling me back toward her. Not that I want to stay away. Our tongues dance and tease each other. Our kiss stifles her moan as my hands explore her body, my rough fingers brushing against her smooth skin.
My hands palm her perfect tits. I pull down the soft cups of her bra, revealing her perky breasts and tight, pink nipples. The best fucking sight. I trail wet kisses down her neck, sucking to the point of marking her. Fuck would I like to. But I move along because I don’t have enough time.
My dick throbs, rock-hard in my suit and craving her attention.
Her hands get caught up in my hair, tugging me along for encouragement. I’m a man on a mission with a time limit.
“Sh.” I rub the rough pad of my thumb against her lips.
Her heavy breathing might give us away. She nods, staring down at me while I pull one of her taut nipples into my mouth. Her back arches as she pushes herself closer to me. I suck one nipple to a solid point before moving on to the other, my tongue trailing along the divot in her chest.
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.
Her body pulses at the mix of pain and pleasure. Skin warms beneath the touch of my other hand. I squeeze her tit, loving the feel of her pebbled nipple beneath my palm.
I want her to know I’m the only one who can fuck her like this, make her feel like this. I want to ruin her for any man who dares to try to come after me.
I fuck her like she’s the last woman on Earth. Because to me, she might as well be.
She does a good job keeping quiet, only letting out a few whimpers here and there. I pull on her hair again in a silent demand to look at me. She blows me away with a view of her brown eyes, hazy from lust, matching flushed cheeks and lips plump from my ravaging. I could come right there at the sight of her.
But I don’t.
Because good guys finish last.
My grip becomes more possessive on her hip as I pump unrelentingly into her. I angle myself to hit her G-spot. Her whole body convulses around me, her reaction pulling a smirk from me.
I stroke her special spot and give it all my attention. My dick slides back and forth like never before, her arousal encouraging me as my thrusts become sloppier, less controlled. It feels like magic when she shatters around my cock. Her heavy breathing fills the silent room, her chest heaving up and down as she stares at me with a lazy smile.
Her orgasm gives me the final push. I thrust into her without holding back, balls slapping against her ass as she takes it all. I groan as I find my release. My toes curl at the feeling of her squeezing me, practically pleading for more. The whole thing seems fucking poetic.
My lips kiss her neck as I pull out of her. I dump the condom in the trash and situate my suit, wishing we had more time.
Maya keeps to the same spot, lying over the side of the couch with her eyes closed. Her back moves to the steady rhythm of her breathing. I grab her clothes from the floor, wanting to help her in whatever way, when she finally speaks.
“I think you’ve ruined me.” Her whispered voice rings through the quiet.
Shit. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.
29
Maya
I walk into the pit area to wish Santi good luck. Noah fucked my bad mood right out of me, curing me from Santi’s negative words.
“Where did you go?” He looks at me with soft eyes and a weak smile.
“I took a walk. I needed a break from our conversation.”
Can he tell Noah just fucked me? Post-sex afterglow tends to be a thing.
“You look like you’ve been crying. I’m sorry if I upset you. I just want to make sure you’ll be okay and find what you love to do.”
My cheeks heat. Not exactly the crying he’s thinking about. His apology makes my heart squeeze, guilt eating up any leftover lust.
“Mm, yeah. I appreciate it. But I am happy, and everything will be fine. I like following everyone and I’ve made good friends. You don’t need to worry about me anymore.”
He pulls me in for a hug, our previous conversation abandoned. “You know I love you, right?”
My eyes roll with the least amount of effort because his corny phrase always gets me. I can’t hold an argument against him for more than an hour anyway. “You tell me all the time. I love you too. Now go kick some ass. Preferably Slade’s.”
“Hey! I heard that. You both act like I’m not here.” Noah’s voice booms over the buzz of the pit crew and machines. My body warms in recognition. I’m so screwed with him, both literally and figuratively.
“You’ve won three World Championships already. Save some for the little guys.” Santi’s voice carries over the other noises.
“I’m glad you’re not ashamed of being little. That’s mature of you. You know what they say—it’s not about size but what you do with it that matters.” Noah smirks at my brother.
Santi groans while I bark out a laugh.
“You’re a piece of shit, Slade.” Santi’s words don’t have the same kick. “Speaking of dicks, what the hell was going on in your room? Changing up your pre-race routine? It’s usually silent but your couch kept hitting the wall, in a rhythm I might add.” Santi’s knowing smile says it all. My throat closes tight, my brain jumping to the worst kind of conclusions. I let out a breath when I find Santi not looking at me.
Noah returns a wicked smile and shrugs. “Sorry about that. I’ll be more quiet next time.”
If the world could swallow me up whole, now would be the perfect time.
But it doesn’t.
“Maybe I need to follow the same ritual. I wonder if that’s how you win so much.” My brother, the idiot, smiles at Noah.
If I had a drink, this would be the moment I’d spit the contents out all over my brother. Oh my God. You definitely don’t want to, Santi. Can you shut up already?
My eyes dart around the garage, avoiding eye contact at all costs with both of them. Santi gives me a quick peck on the head before hopping into his car.
Noah and Santi wish each other good luck before they take off for the grid. I stay behind in the pit area for this race, watching overhead on the TV monitors while Sophie hangs out with her dad. A pit crew member hands me a headset so I can hear what Santi says while he races.
Noah takes off in first place, no surprise there. Cameras switch between overhead shots and racer first-person cameos. Over the past few races, I’ve caught myself cheering for him as much as I do with Santi.
Noah drives swiftly as he cruises along the pavement. My brother keeps close behind, battling it out for second place with Liam. Noah holds a good distance ahead and avoids any major collisions with other racers. My brother sets a great pace, with Liam behind his rear wing. Aerodynamics of the car make it difficult for Liam to overtake my brother. Air becomes a vortex inside of the track, compromising the speed of any racer who tries to pass the leader.
Santi catches up to Noah, but he’s no match for Noah’s defensiveness on this track. Noah’s turns stay tight, falling right in the midd
le, making no racer able to surpass him. My heart races as Noah creates a comfortable distance between himself and my brother.
Commentators go crazy as drivers fight for second- and third-place spots. Jax flies by Liam, pulling in close behind my brother. A pit stop will decide who gets out on top between them. Jax overtakes Santi at a narrow turn, causing my brother to spin out before he regains control.
Cars go around and around, lap after lap, rankings switching amongst racers. Jax gains speed on Noah, not compromising a potential first-place win for McCoy. I like Jax’s style compared to the boys at Bandini. He makes deliberate moves rivaling Noah’s, willing to do anything to get leverage on the first-place racer.
Noah’s dad interrupts me, his voice pulling me away from the TV. I withhold my sneer. Noah opened up to me about his dad’s anger management issues, telling me all about the unknown side of Nicholas Slade.
He takes up a spot next to me, staring up at the TV like he shares my same emotional investment. A comical display because his intentions become clear once he opens his mouth.
“You both think you’re clever, hiding what you’re doing.”
My body stills but my eyes remain on the TV. Noah and Jax compete for first place. Mechanics buzz as Noah pulls in for his pit stop, distracting me from his dad as the team puts on his new tires. The process finishes in under two seconds. I forget about his dad standing beside me until he fake coughs.
“What do you think Santiago and I are doing exactly?” I withhold an urge to run away.
His laugh makes my skin crawl.
Is it possible to hate someone without knowing much about him? Because what I know is enough. Who the hell hits their child for losing kart races? A man with a small dick and a fragile ego.
“You’re fucking my son. It’s so obvious from watching you two in the pit area earlier.”
My neck heats up, prickling at the dangerous man next to me. My fingers twirl a piece of hair to stop my fidgeting. I avert his gaze, staring up at the TV.
“That’s quite a theory. Are you so bored with attending races that you need to come up with stories?” I come off way more confident than I feel.