by Mia Carson
I didn’t raise my voice, thankfully, but my vitriol surprised us both. James leaned back in his chair, his hands raised in mock surrender. The poor, innocent, needlessly attacked look on his face softened my bitterness.
“I’m sorry, James. I didn’t mean to be so aggressive.” I lowered my face, bit my lip, and looked up at him coyly. “Especially when you were so…nice to me.”
I dropped my shoe and gently ran my foot over his shin and knee. I felt really bad about letting loose on this guy. I did like him, after all, more than I cared to admit. I needed to make it up to him. He knew I was playing with him, but he seemed to like it.
“Well, you’ll be pleased to know,” he said, leaning back and letting me stroke my foot further up his leg. Thank god the table covered our laps. “I don’t race for the money. If I did, I would have been forced to give it up years ago. I pay my own way in racing, using my own money. I don’t answer to anyone, professionally or personally, and that is the way I like it.”
He stumbled over the last word as my foot reached his crotch. I pushed my toes lightly over his package, and I could feel something firm up. I didn’t know why I was touching him. We fucked, it was fantastic, but I didn’t need him anymore. Maybe I did want to be with him one more time. Maybe I felt bad about denying him what he seemed to want really bad right now. I could feel my pussy throb as I imagined him inside me again, but I knew that if I let him, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Come with me,” I whispered to him. I stood and walked off, not looking to see if he followed.
***
It was not the most romantic setting, but the handicapped restroom of the facility was clean, unlikely to be needed, and a lot more private than the first place we’d fucked. I heard him follow me in and lock the door. I turned and faced him, looking up into his big blue eyes, and grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, wrapping my leg around his waist. Our faces were only six inches apart, our bodies pressed hard together, and it felt so right. But I couldn’t have sex with him again. I was afraid if I did, I’d never be able to stop. He was about to lean in and kiss me on the mouth, so I put a finger on his lips.
“No,” I whispered. He looked despondent, so disappointed. I kept my fingers on his mouth and pressed my lips to it. His hands groped my chest, wrinkling my blouse as we almost kissed.
He smelled so strong and masculine as we pressed our lips together, my fingers the only thing keeping us from touching. I pulled my head back and we broke apart. We both wanted more, but I needed to keep him at a distance—which was much easier said than done. He opened the buttons of my blouse, pulling it out of my skirt, and pushed the cups of my bra up over my tits. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers grazed my nipples, instantly hardening them to stiff points.
I lifted my skirt a little, enough to slide my hand under it. I glided a finger over my slippery, wet hole as he kneaded and caressed my breasts. I slipped two fingers easily inside my pussy and pulled them out, wet and glistening. I pulled his face to mine again, my slick fingers between our lips. The smell of my sex, right under our noses, intoxicated us as we almost kissed again. This time, licking at my sticky juices, our tongues occasionally made the lightest of contact.
“Fuck…” He groaned as we pulled apart again. I could feel him hard against me, stiff through his pants, through my underwear, and I was suddenly aware that I’d been grinding my aching pussy against him. I licked his face to suck on his earlobe for a moment. He groaned again.
“No matter how bad I want you inside me, I can’t let you fuck me again. I can’t trust myself if I do,” I whispered.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he breathed back. I spun around and lifted my skirt. I pushed my butt hard against him. I could feel his firm length slide into the space between my buttocks, even through his pants, to rub against the G-string of my underwear. I pulled his hands back onto my eager breasts and ground my ass slowly against his cock.
“We can dream, though,” I gasped. Even clothed, he felt good against my skin. He was hard and hot, and I could feel him throbbing through the material. “Feel your hard cock pushing at my soft, wet pussy lips?” I teased him, rubbing my butt against him harder. “Feel my hot pussy open to take you in?” He twitched against my ass, every movement of his pulling my thong hard against my clit, sending little shivers through my whole body. “Do you feel my warm, willing pussy massaging your stiff rod? My soft, velvet pussy walls enclosing around your big cock, sucking you in deeper?” He groaned again; he pushed his dick hard against my ass, desperate for entry, desperate for release. “How good would it feel to shoot your big load deep inside my aching pussy? Huh, baby? Do it for me…” I kept grinding against him. “Dump your big load in my waiting pussy…” I could feel him twitching more urgently. “Please, fill my eager pussy with your hot spunk…” One more push. “Shoot your cum deep inside me; pour in everything you’ve got…”
He gasped and groaned, almost pushing me through the bathroom wall with his hips. His hands mashed my tits, and I felt him tense and explode against my butt. Feeling his cock pulsing, I knew he must have coated the inside of his pants with streams of hot, white cum. When I felt him blow his load against me like that, a smile curled across my lips. It felt good. It felt good to use that power.
He staggered back to the opposite wall. I adjusted my skirt and started to do up my blouse.
“What…what the fuck just happened?” he panted.
“I think we just said goodbye,” I told him as I walked out the door.
James
She looked as perfect and beautiful as when we’d walked into the restroom, while I was a fucking mess. How did she do that to me? I had to dick around in the bathroom, cleaning the cum off my pants and holding them under the dryer. She was so sexy and I'd just come, but I felt ready to go again as soon I started thinking about her.
I eventually extricated myself from the handicapped restroom, looking vaguely presentable, and as I suspected, she was nowhere to be seen. Back beneath the tower, there was an empty space where her car had been. I was not defeated. I’d find her again. It was crazy, I kept telling myself. I didn’t want a relationship, but as I was getting older, maybe it was time I thought about settling down. Exactly how much longer could I race, anyway?
I headed back to the Four Seasons as darkness crept across the clear Texan sky. I went for a drink or two in the hotel bar by myself, not ready to go up to my lonely suite and think about her just yet. However, the dark outside and the growing fatigue in my head meant it couldn’t be put off much longer, so I made my way upstairs to my room.
I opened my door and headed through to the bedroom, not at all ready for the surprise that greeted me. My heart stopped for a moment. I saw Summer on my bed, waiting for me. I blinked and realized it wasn’t Summer. The long dark hair had confused me.
Suzi sat on my bed, her chin resting on one knee and her other foot dangling above the white fur rug that Summer and I had made love on. She was wearing only gray briefs and a tiny, tight, white, cotton undershirt. She looked up from her phone as I entered. “There you are.” She smiled coyly at me. “You were so long I almost started without you.”
“Suzi, darling…” I swallowed. “I…really wasn’t expecting you.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she replied, surprising me. “Sit down. We have a little problem...” Bewildered, I took a seat on one of the plush armchairs grouped together just across from the bed. “Baby?” Suzi called out. Crystal, the hot blonde I’d met at the pre-race dinner before I hooked up with Summer, stepped into the room, naked except for a pair of white cotton panties. “Poor Crystal,” began Suzi, “hasn’t been having the best weekend. I told her she could have you while I was away at my modeling job, but she said she lost you after she told you I couldn’t make it. Now she’s lonely and wants to know if she can play with us.”
Crystal made shy eyes at me, confirming what Suzi said while gently sucking on the tip of her finger. “That’s okay, isn
’t it?” teased Crystal as she crossed over to the bed.
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what I was going to say, anyway. Two hot models were laying it all out for me, inviting me to fuck them both concurrently. For a second, I forgot about Summer. Maybe this was just what I needed to get her out of my system.
Suzi knelt on the edge of the huge bed as Crystal sauntered up to it and let out a low moan as they kissed, open-mouthed. Crystal eased Suzi’s shirt up over her shapely, firm breasts and sighed breathlessly as the two girls’ uncovered nipples rubbed lightly against each other, hardening as they touched.
Damn, this was hot. I could feel my erection growing fast. I wanted to be with Summer, I really did, but there was only so much temptation a man could take.
Suzi spun Crystal away from her before cupping those full, tanned breasts from behind and gently biting her slender shoulder. Both girls turned their heads and smiled at me. Suzi stroked her hands lightly down to Crystal’s underwear. The blonde girl closed her eyes, letting her head roll back onto Suzi’s shoulder as the other girl’s fingers pushed under the flimsy material to fondle Crystal’s sex concealed between her firm, toned thighs. Crystal hooked her thumbs under her panties and gently slid them down, revealing her shining, perfectly shaved pussy. She stepped out of them and turned around to face Suzi, who stroked her hand over that beautiful bald mound, a flawlessly manicured and painted finger slipping easily inside Crystal’s eager, wet slit.
Crystal bent forward to take Suzi’s erect nipple in her mouth as the dark-haired girl pulled down her own underwear. She lay back and raised a foot so Crystal could whip her briefs all the way off and throw them over her shoulder. The blonde sex bomb fell to her knees and began kissing Suzi’s inner thigh, all the way up until she reached the spot that made Suzi gasp in pleasure. Suzi’s full tits heaved with every sigh and moan that Crystal’s intimate licks and kisses brought out of her. She pulled her nightshirt the rest of the way off and discarded it, and her moans grew louder and louder, as though she were getting closer and closer to coming until, urgently, she pushed Crystal off her.
“Stop, baby, stop,” she cried. “You are too fucking hot!” Suzi grabbed Crystal’s pretty face and kissed her passionately. “But I think we’re forgetting someone.”
Slightly flushed and a little out of breath, Suzi grinned at the other girl who smiled seductively back. Suzi took Crystal’s hand and they both walked, beautifully, sexily, and utterly nude, to where I sat, open-mouthed.
“Are you sure about this, girls?” I managed to stammer as they both knelt, one on either side of my legs.
“Don’t panic, baby,” Suzi breathed softly. “I like the way your cock tastes.” She opened my fly and reached in. “I like the way her pussy tastes”—she cocked her head towards Crystal—“and I wanted to try the two of you together.”
I had no time to answer before Suzi pulled out my marble-hard dick and gently enveloped her full lips around it. Crystal smiled at the ecstatic look on my face and placed one hand on the back of Suzi’s head, gently pushing her further onto me, and slid her other hand up underneath my shirt. Suzi only managed to comfortably fit about two-thirds of my cock in her mouth, so she let me go and jerked me roughly in her small hand until I cried out. She turned and kissed Crystal again, still grasping the base of my shaft. She eased the other girl’s mouth onto my stiff, thick shaft.
My eyes rolled up and my head fell back as Crystal’s hot, wet tongue caressed me. Even after the last couple of days and nights, I was pretty sure my cock had never been this hard before. As the blonde temptress sucked and swallowed as much of me as she could, my rock-like cock pulsed and throbbed until, as Suzi caressed Crystal’s gently bouncing breasts with one hand while slowly slipping her long middle finger into her own slick pussy, I felt like I was going to explode. Just a second or two longer, and I was going to shoot hot jizz hard against that warm, soft tongue. I closed my eyes and, in spite of everything, Summer’s face appeared before me again.
I opened my eyes and saw that Suzi had me in her mouth again. Crystal’s hand absently groped my balls as she bent to kiss and lick Suzi’s seductively hanging titties. Suzi was staring me straight in the eye as she sucked, moaning softly to herself. It took a superhuman effort, but I managed to lean forward and grip her shoulders. A brief look of confusion crossed her face, which was quickly replaced with a satisfied smile of success as I gently but firmly lifted her off me and sat her back on the floor. Suzi clearly assumed I couldn’t take much more and was about to bang her to within an inch of her life. I stood, my engorged cock twitching involuntarily and aimed straight at her, so she lay back on the floor, opened her legs, and invited me in.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so sorry.” I pulled up my pants and strode purposefully for the door without looking back.
Suzi was in no state to be reasoned with when they eventually came out of the bedroom. Both dressed now, Crystal cast a terrible eye over me before kissing Suzi goodbye and leaving the suite. I sat on the couch, sipping a drink. She had her coat on and wheeled a suitcase behind her.
“What are you? Some sort of fag?” she growled at me. Poor thing. She was hot, only about twenty, living in a grown-up world and writing checks she was not emotionally capable of cashing.
“I’m sorry, Suzi. Any man would probably chew off his own arm if it meant a shot at just one of you, let alone the two of you together.” I tried to build her shattered self-esteem back up.
“Fucking A, right!” she shouted. “Just wait until I spread it around the circuit that you’re a queer. I bet you won’t find yourself so popular among the real men then.”
I felt bad for causing so much anger in this lovely young girl. “I think your plans for revenge are about twenty years out of date,” I told her quietly.
She took two steps forward and hissed at me: “Well, maybe you lured me up here under false pretenses. Maybe you tried to force Crystal and I to do things we didn’t want to do. We can both speak up for each other.”
I knew she was just mad. She could spread that around, sure, but almost everyone knew those two were no shy wallflowers, so I doubted the story would gain much traction. “Like I said…” I tried to soothe her again. “I’m so sorry to have embarrassed you. It wasn’t you girls. I think I’m in love with someone else, that’s all.”
She headed to the door and opened it. She turned dramatically, a real look of hatred disfiguring her normally alluring face. “You’re going to regret this,” she spat and departed, leaving me sitting alone with my thoughts.
***
The Moto GP circus would be shipping off tomorrow. And Team JSR would be heading back to Monterey, California, where I kept my favorite home overlooking Pebble Beach and the Pacific Ocean, before we packed it all up again for the Argentinian round. Normally I’d be excited at the prospect, but as I sat in my lonely hotel suit drinking scotch, I couldn’t seem to muster the enthusiasm.
Again, I saw Summer’s face, smelled that sweet scent of hers, imagined her lips moving over different parts of me. I wondered what she was doing. Was she finding this as difficult as I was?
Summer
What a stupid fucking ho. Such a temptress, so sultry. I mean, who can’t get some mindless hulk to cream in his pants? I thought I was being so sexy, leaving him forever with one untouchable memory, one last, unforgettable addition to his spank bank. So, when I was actually old and withered, in his mind, I’d be forever young, hot and grinding against his cock until he came. Great in theory, but sucked in practice.
I got home after the race and the restroom escapade feeling terrible, lovesick, and sexually frustrated. I ran a hot bath to rinse off the smoke and gasoline that seemed to have saturated every pore of my skin. And also, maybe, wash James out of my system. It didn’t work immediately. Every garment I removed made me wish he was undressing me.
I slipped out of my blouse, watching myself in the full-length mirror, and I ran my fin
gers softly along my waist, envisioning his fingers moving over my body. I unzipped my skirt and let it slide down off my hips, wishing it was him pushing it off me. I unhooked my bra, holding the cups against my breasts and picturing his lust filled eyes on me as I unveiled my pointed nipples. I pushed my hands under the flimsy material of my panties, caressing the baby-smooth skin, and imagined his fingers tracing the soft folds of my pussy, sending the most delicate of sparks through my pleasure centers as they brushed against my swollen, aching clit.
Like I said, I was frustrated. I whipped off my underwear and relaxed into the hot bath. I could feel the steaming, soapy water lifting the sweat and grim from my skin, but it did nothing to relieve the tension in my body. With a strong hand, I got myself off in seconds. But it wasn’t the same. When the fireworks faded, it had done nothing to fill the hole inside me.
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I couldn’t seem to retrieve my old, professional, detached self. I decided I was crazy. James was not in possession of the world’s only cock. There was enough man-meat out there to take my mind off him. I just needed to stop acting like a heartsick schoolgirl. Sure, it felt bad right now, but it’d feel ten times worse if we tried to stay together and were ready to tear each other’s heads off in six months’ time. In two weeks, I was sure to be like ‘James who?’ Guaranteed.
My cellphone rang, waking me from my deep thoughts. I checked the caller ID, and it was Derek. Well, how about that. We had a short conversation. He was sorry about the other night, blah, blah, blah. He deserved the punch in the face, and could he come over? I decided he might be able to help me out of my current dilemma. I told him to come on over, and twenty minutes later there was a knock at my door.