The Curve

by Noelle Bodhaine

  “Take my cock.” Her eyes opened, flecks of gold sparkling from the candles that surrounded us. I watched her face change from one of sated delight to pure determination. She straightened her arms purposefully, arched her back and took my whole cock, sinking to the root, her eyes growing wider with every inch.

  She pulled her lip roughly through her teeth before she put her hands on my chest to brace herself and started riding. Slowly at first, lifting her hips slightly, rolling against me. This, fuck. Her riding me like that, in the candlelight, her hair swaying, the sweat glistening on her tits, it was fucking bliss. Note to self, buy more candles.

  She started to pick up speed, rocking her hips against me, throwing her head back and it was amazing. I bucked my hips and that set her off, she is like a wild animal, her hands going from my chest to hers, squeezing her tits, rolling those nipples between her fingers, so beautiful. I reached up and covered her hands with mine, “yes” she mouthed letting my hands take over, her fingers sliding around my wrists. I tweaked her nipple until she mewled and leaned forward, bringing her face closer to mine and I seized the opportunity.

  I craned my neck and pulled her lips to mine, sucking her into my mouth, running my teeth across her bottom lip. I kissed her with everything I had while she rode me and we were in sync. She rolled forward we kissed, she rolled back and moaned. Forward, kiss, back, moan. It was hypnotic, she was hypnotic.

  Something grew and curled in my belly and I was going to burst. Watching her fuck me, watching her come undone, watching her be so free. I wanted to scoop her up and run away with her. Take her where nothing could hurt her, I wanted to swallow her whole and feel her from the inside. Fuck! I surrendered to the growing heat in my body and sat up, jack-knifing my knees behind her. She stilled on my cock and looked down into my eyes, cheeks flushed and out of breath.

  “What’s wrong, baby” she whispered and it was the death of me. Her calling me baby, my cock buried deep inside her, her skin stuck to mine. That sweet fucking whisper. Fuck

  “This isn’t working,” I murmured.

  “What?”

  “You’re working too hard.” I slid my hand around the small of her back and pulled her forward, sliding my cock deeper and she gasped. That sweet little intake of breath reminded me what I was doing and I flipped her to her back, never breaking our connection.

  Her mouth opened wide with every inch I invaded, her eyes pinned to mine and I watched as she became full, gloriously full. Mouth open, eyes wide, body inviting. I watched her, the way her body danced and made a rhythm out of every move before I pulled back and started the whole dance again.

  She wrapped her legs and arms around me and held on tight as I pummeled her, no longer able or willing to hold back. Our hips crashed as I thrust deep and she slid up the bed.

  “Kelley,” she barely bit out, her body perched on the edge. I felt her shudder around me, felt her pussy tighten and the way she squeezed her eyes shut like she was trying to fight it off.

  “Hold on, Makayla,” I panted against her neck, feeling the build, wanting to push it back but losing because she felt so fucking good.

  “Oh….Kelley,” she called tightening her arms around my neck and I stilled, loving the sound of my name at her lips. “Kelley, please,” she cried, and I was beyond the point of no return. White lightning pulsed through me, I slid back and slammed into her and we both fell into a haze. She cried out, her face buried in my neck, her voice stuck on a stutter while her body pulsed around me and I came so fucking hard, everything stopped.

  I gave her my full weight, wrapping my arms around the top of her head while she sighed quietly, content. Her breathing became shallow and I moved to roll off her but she stopped me.

  “Don’t,” she quietly begged, “not yet.” The sweet grin on her face and the fact that I could still feel her pussy pulsing around my cock was all the reason I needed to stay right where I was. I looked into her eyes and her face was blank but for complete and utter satisfaction. If I couldn’t feel her beneath me, couldn’t feel her delicate fingers gliding slowly along my side, I would say she was a million miles away.

  “Kelley,” her voice was small, unsure. I looked down on her to see her eyes wide, looking up at me from beneath her long lashes. I cocked my head and waited. “Do you think I’m a good driver?” She asked, tugging her lip through her teeth. I slid out of her and she flinched ever so slightly before I rolled to my side and pulled her up to hers.

  We lay on our sides; bodies still pressed tightly, my head resting in my hand, her head resting on her outstretched arm. I sunk my hand into the deep curve of her waist and waited.

  “I’m scared,” she said quietly. “What if I’m not as good as my dad?” She took a small breath and bit her lip. “What if I let you down tomorrow?” She was looking past me, thoughts picking up speed, now coming in rapid succession. “What if my mom is right? I saw you talking to her.” She let that hang for a moment. “She doesn’t approve, she never has. Always said I was meant for something more. But what if I don’t want something more? What if this is it for me? Will she be disappointed? She lost my Dad, Kelley, do I get to do this to her?”

  “Aren’t you supposed to be sated and happy?” I teased digging my fingers into her hip, knowing we were going to have this conversation, but wanting to disarm her none the less.

  “I’m so happy,” she whispered sadly and damn if she didn’t look fucking adorable.

  “Sweetheart, your mother’s happiness can’t be won by you, she has to find it on her own.” She shook her head and turned her eyes from me.

  “Look at me, Makayla.” I waited for her eyes to come back to me and when they finally did they were shimmering with burgeoning tears. “Your father would be proud of you. I am proud of you.”

  “Really?” The disbelief in her quiet question was gut wrenching and I pulled her to me, wrapping her in my arms, one hand curled in her hair, the other wrapped around her back, holding her close as her body began to shake, and she buried her face in my chest. I held her and let her cry it out, and thank fuck it only lasted a minute, hearing her in pain, even fleeting was gut wrenching. I heard her sniffle and looked down at her, her wet eyes somehow smiling back at me.

  “I’m sorry,” she laughed quietly.

  “Don’t be sorry. I want your tears, Mack,” he said. “I want your tears and your smiles. I want your moans and your sighs. Whatever you need, I want to give it, and whatever you need me to take, I will take.” I kissed away the last tear, dragging my lips along the wet trail.

  “Don’t you want to know what Jo and I were talking about?” Her voice was hushed, eyes fixed in anticipation.

  “I assumed you would tell me in your own time. Hoped,” I corrected myself. She propped herself up, her body still pressed against mine, her fingers running across my chest.

  “She knows.” This was something I already knew, I had told her as much after Ina’s dinner party. Jo knew we were over long before Makayla arrived, but she knew once she saw her, once I saw her. Hell, she knew before I did I think, I nodded in understanding.

  “So far so good,” I muttered running my finger down her cheek, her eyes closing as I did, a soft sigh escaping her throat.

  “She apologized,” she paused and smiled up at me, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. “She said that you hadn’t really been together in a long while and she apologized for leading me on. ” Her brows wrinkled.

  “That can’t be it, I know Jo better than that.” I played with her hair and waited.

  “She said we couldn’t hide it, that the way you looked at me gave it away and it was only a matter of time.” She blushed and I was sure I was looking at her in the same way just then.

  “She warned me, said we were playing a dangerous game.” Her tone got flat.

  “This is not a game, kid. I can assure you of that.” The warmth came back to her gaze and she grinned. “She has a point, though, keeping this secret will be harder t
han I thought,” I told her, wrapping a long curl around my finger as she drew circles on my chest. “More than once tonight I had to stop myself from claiming you.” Her body shook with a small giggle.

  “Claiming me?” The words slid out on a disbelieving smile but I liked it, I liked it a lot and I could tell that she did too.

  “I wanted to get you the hell away from Chase.”

  “Chase? What…why?” She grinned, knowing why.

  “You know why” I growled and she smiled too fucking cute for her own good. ” Picture everyone naked, what a cliché.”

  “Are you jealous, Kelley?” She asked with genuine surprise in her voice that made me want her even more.

  “I am not a jealous person, Mack.” I drew circles on her shoulder and watched her eyes flare. Women hated that about me, always have, but it was the truth, I’ve just never been the jealous type. If they wanted someone else’s attention, go get it, that was my attitude. If I’m not giving you what you need, feel free to find it elsewhere. Yet, as I lay here with Mack, her hair on my shoulder, her soft tits pressed to my side, her big chocolate eyes looking up at me, I know that I would not let her go so easily.

  “It was so surreal to look at you that first night and feel like I was meeting you for the first time, Makayla because there’s a part of me that feels like I’ve known you for your whole life when in reality it was a flash. I was only a small part of your life when you and your family had become such a huge part of mine.” She looked up at me with pain in her face but let me continue.

  “I want to know you, Mack; I want to know what I missed. Do you think your dad would approve? Your mother surely doesn’t.” She propped herself up on an elbow, her head cocked to the side, hair hanging over her breast, eyes wide.

  “Kelley,” she said softly, her hand sliding open palmed against my chest, “he loved you,” she smiled. “I don’t think there is anyone in the world who knows better what my dad would have wanted for me, than you.” She moved across me like a shadow and rested on my chest as her lips slid across my collar bone and I was done talking.

  “We can talk about this later,” I muttered, my hands roaming down her backside.

  “Tomorrow you race, tonight…we fuck. Until the sun comes up, baby, you’re all mine.” I dug my fingers into her flesh, wanting her closer and she gasped, grinding into me. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back so I could see her face and it was glorious. She panted, her swollen lips begging to be kissed and I knew she wasn’t done.

  A rogue kiss turned into tangled tongues and legs. Errant hands made for delightful play as her body bent for me. Her soft spoken whispered pleads won me over and I rolled her over and took her all the way again.

  She laid spread across my chest, her skin stuck to mine, her breathing slowly becoming even and deep as we came down from a quiet high I had never experienced. It was earth moving in slow motion and now we were exhausted. I rolled her from my chest, her limp body spread across the bed, her arm thrown above her head, sleepy eyes watching me as I stood over her. My thoughts moved from her lips to her legs, then down to her feet and her manicured toes, back up her thighs, retracing her curves, stopping momentarily on the glint of silver on her wrist then crawling her neck before finding rest in her eyes. Her mouth turned in an easy smile before her lids fluttered shut and a sweet little sigh slid from her throat.

  “Better than my wildest dreams,” I muttered before I kissed the spot that made the moan and pulled a blanket over her.

  Chapter 20

  A Great Day for a Race

  Expo Day

  The track was alive. The stands were filling up quickly; fans were filing in from all directions. The pits were buzzing like a hive and the garage was in full-on race mode. Both cars were wheeled out and were being checked over methodically. Chase was right in the action with the crew, discussing the car, talking with the engineers, shadowing my every move.

  Mack chose to stay in the background, not about to follow me around like a little lap dog, I knew it was her way of keeping things separate. I wouldn’t take that from her, she was like her Dad, focused, on the race, on the track. She wanted to beat Chase and prove her mom wrong, I wanted her to beat Chase. I already knew her mom was wrong. She had to focus, own the tarmac, and not fucking hesitate for God’s sake.

  Rose sat on the concrete barrier, a newsboy cap on her head, big cat eye sunglasses over her eyes, a stopwatch around her neck and a big clipboard across her lap, just as she had for every race since I was a boy. She had always kept my time, never mind that everything these days was digital or computerized, she liked to sit in the sun and keep my time. She would record it by hand and had logs and logs dating back to my first cart race when I was 9. She didn’t travel with us any longer, but every home race she was there.

  “It’s a great day for a race, boys!” She called to nobody in particular as the crew went about their duties, but they all stopped and responded in unison to her. “Great day for a race!” They called together to Rose’s delight. She was more superstitious than any of us and repeated certain behaviors every race without fail.

  The crowd roared to life as the motorbikes lined up for the first race of the day. The high-pitched zing of rocket bikes filled the air for the next hour and we focused on the cars. I watched Mack shake her hands out, rock back and forth on her feet and try to fill her lungs with deep breaths. She was stuck in her head.

  “Mack!” I called, nodding for her to follow me into my office. I kicked the door closed behind me and curled my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me. I felt her racing pulse under my thumb and her pupils grew wide and deep.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked, my fingers twirling and tangling in her still loose hair, another hand gently running up and down her spine, holding her flush to me, trying to calm her down. It felt good when she finally allowed herself sink into me. Her body softening, breath getting deeper.

  “I am good,” she said, our eyes locked. “I am ready, Kelley. I can do this.”

  “Of course you can do this,” I smiled. “This is your stage today, you have worked hard, Mack. I know you’ve run this course and I know what you are capable of. Go out there and show them what I see, show them who you are.” I kissed her forehead and she closed her eyes, letting the feeling sink deep before taking a breath and stepping out of my grip.

  “I’m ready.”

  “I know you are,” and I meant it, pulling her jumpsuit up and over her shoulders, coaxing her to slip her arms into the sleeves. I tugged the lapels together and watched her eyes as I ran the zipper up her front. I moved slowly, deliberately, meaning to command and keep her attention, her focus. “I will be in your ear, but I want you to trust your instincts.” I grabbed her gloves from the desk and she lifted the cuff of her sleeve to show me she had my bracelet around her wrist.

  “Good, baby, keep me close,” I told her and brought her wrist to my lips. “Now put your hair back. It’s time.” She smiled with half her mouth before pulling her hair over her shoulder and quickly twisting it into a tight braid that she tucked away. I walked her out to the pits; Chase’s car was in the first position. He was already strapped in and being rolled out. I watched her look up into the crowd and fill her lungs before she tipped her head to no one in particular and turned back to the car.

  She sank down into the cockpit and I handed her the steering wheel. She locked it into place and that’s when I saw the recognition on her face. She noticed. On the panel to her left, it had always been part of my cars livery, but I liked that she was finally seeing it. In memoriam, I had Dales name and number painted under the wing, just so I could see it. A tribute to my mentor, I needed him with me all these years. He rode with me to every victory and helped me through every tough race.

  She looked up at me with glassy eyes smiling before she pulled that bottom lip roughly through her teeth and flipped down her visor to hide her face from the crew. The feeling set deep and wa
rmth spread through me, knowing she understood that he was right there with her. That is exactly what she needed, what I always needed. She put two fingers to her helmet as they rolled her out and gave me the Love salute. I smiled wide and did a mic check.

  “The gangs all here Mack, it’s a great day for a race.”

  ***

  The Race

  Pole position was picked by lottery and Chase was in position one. Makayla was not so lucky, two rows back and inside. She closed her eyes and drifted on the roar of the engines, visualizing the track. She had run it in the simulator tirelessly with Aidan, had studied and watched film. This was her first race, first official race and her stomach was doing flips, but her foot was ready, her hands were ready.

  This race was important, rookie drivers from every team, vying for a little recognition, for a chance to move into a top car. Makayla knew she was being watched, they would expect big things from her, or they would be watching for her to fail. Either way, she had something to prove. She gripped the wheel and felt the car. The crew tinkered and tuned until the one-minute signal went and they quickly dissipated back into the pits. 15 seconds later the green light went up and the warm up lap was under way. Drivers weaved back and forth across the track, trying to get some heat into those tires.

  Chase kept a good pace and as they found their way back to the start. Once all the cars were in line the lights began. Makayla revved her engine and felt the urgency in her foot, the growl of the car beneath her and the pull of the road.

  “Ok kid,” Kelley’s voice broke her concentration and brought her back to the track. “You know this track. Don’t get choked on the exit, watch for Juan Marco on your right, he is aggressive. Get ahead of him and he will push you through.”

  “Got it,” she responded looking to her right, sizing up the Williams car that Juan Marco was in. “Watch for that bumpy front straight and that first turn calls for hard braking, you can break through. Keep your corners tight. You’ve got this Mack.” She nodded and the revving engines drowned everything out. The channel with Kelley closed for the start and they were off.