by Lindsay Becs
I let out a breath when she disappears into my bedroom like she owns the place, not like it’s her first time here. Running my hands through my hair, I lean back against the closed door.
I know what I want to do right now. What I want to do is follow her upstairs and shower with her, run my hands over her soapy wet skin and feel every inch of her. Then I want to bury my cock so deep in her she’ll still be feeling me when she rides next week. But I know I can’t and shouldn’t do any of that.
Instead, I go the kitchen and guzzle a glass of cold water and think of anything I can to get my hard-on to go away. When I think I’m safe, I go upstairs to get a change of clothes. I’m pulling out shirts for both Poppy and myself when I hear the bathroom door open, and I close my eyes, praying she at least has a towel on.
Taking a chance, I look over my shoulder. She has a towel wrapped around her, holding it up in the middle of her chest.
“I was just getting you some clothes to change into,” I tell her, turning back to look at the tees in front of me. I pull out two, tossing one on the bed behind me. Opening the bottom drawer, I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a pair of gym shorts. Turning, I hold them up to her. “Which would you rather?”
“Your shirt is probably long enough to cover me,” she replies. Looking to the ceiling, I blow out a breath. This girl is going to kill me today.
“Poppy, you are testing every bit of my restraint right now. Please pick a pair of pants to put on because if you don’t…” I trail off and close my eyes to reel myself back in again.
“Sweatpants are good. Thank you,” she says softly. I toss them next to the shirt and dash into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me as fast as I can. I need to keep a barrier between us.
Reaching in to turn on the shower, I see her bra and matching undies hanging there. My head falls back. “I can’t take much more,” I say, looking up.
Stripping off my wet clothes, I step into the shower and turn it cooler than it already is in an attempt to get my hard-again cock to go down and behave. As I finish cleaning up, I get myself calmed down and feel in control again, or at least for the moment. I quickly dress in the gym shorts I pulled out before and make my way downstairs to find Poppy.
She’s standing barefoot in just my damn shirt making sandwiches in the kitchen. I pause, watching for a minute. She’s tied her hair up in a ponytail, making her look younger, but damn, is she beautiful. Poppy is a natural beauty with her dark, thick lashes and bright blue eyes.
She must hear me. Looking up, she smiles when she sees me watching her. “I was hungry and figured you might be too. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. I’m glad you made yourself at home. But what happened to you wearing pants?” I ask, not moving from my spot yet.
Licking her lips, her eyes roam over my bare chest as I hold my shirt in my hand at my side. “They were too hot,” she replies with her eyes fixed at my lower abdomen, where I’ve worked to achieve the perfect V.
“I can get you a pair of shorts then,” I tell her, turning to head back upstairs.
“Can I just have yours?” Hearing her words has me coming to a halt.
“Dammit, Poppy, I can’t keep doing this back and forth with you,” I admit with my back still to her.
“Would it be so bad to give in?” she asks quietly, sounding hesitant.
“It’s not a good idea. We’re supposed to be friends. I’m your teacher and trainer. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with,” I say, knowing that even though it may be the truth, it doesn’t mean that’s how I really feel.
She’s quiet for too long, so I turn then to look at her. She looks unsure and vulnerable and breathtakingly beautiful.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I tell her again, walking toward her. “But that doesn’t mean I regret it.” Stopping in front of her, I cup her face and lean forward to rest my head against hers. “I shouldn’t want you the way that I do, but I can’t stop it now,” I confess. Her lips part slightly as her chest begins to rise and fall faster.
I can’t keep away from her any more than I could racing. I’d be an idiot to deny the attraction between us. We have real chemistry together, blending perfectly.
I press my lips to hers lightly. “Stop me now, Poppy, because soon I’m not going to be able to.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her hot breath skating across my lips.
I kiss her again, this time claiming her mouth with mine. Showing her how much I want her. That everything we shouldn’t be doesn’t matter to me. At least not here. Not now. Right now, I want her and nothing else.
7
Poppy
Yessss… He’s finally kissing me like he wants to. There’s something amazing about the way Zander kisses. When he gives in to what he wants, it’s this primal feeling without being too harsh; all the while he’s in control. He’s soft and sweet and rough and challenging. It’s a constant back and forth with an electricity that shoots through me all the way down to my toes.
Moaning into his mouth when he grips my ass and pulls me against him more, I love the feel of being pressed against him. He’s masculine perfection of hard muscle and gentle touches.
My fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, raking my nails along his skin. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks while kissing down my jaw and neck.
“Positive.”
Picking me up, I wrap my legs around him, and he carries me back up to his room. Laying me down on the bed, he moves with me, staying between my bent legs. He grinds his hips, moving his hard cock over my exposed, sensitive center.
I moan from the feel of him everywhere. My senses are in overdrive as my body tingles all over. My head rolls to the side and my back arches when he hits my clit just right. “Ohhh…”
He sits back on his haunches, and I open my eyes to take in his hooded, lust-laden gaze. His eyes, normally a brighter blue/green color, now look like a darker green.
His hands slide from my knees up my thighs to where his shirt that I’m wearing is bunched up. Grabbing the cotton, he pushes it up my stomach inch by inch. He pauses for a brief second when he reaches the bottom of my breasts, his eyes flicking to mine for a final second to make sure I want this.
I raise my arms over my head, and his sexy-as-hell smile breaks across his gorgeous face. Moving the material up exposing my breasts, he pushes it over my head. He groans when his eyes take me in, fully naked and bare for him.
“Why did you have to be utter perfection? Couldn’t you have had a hairy mole or boils or something?” he asks, sounding tortured.
Laughing, I sit up on my elbows. “I could say the same for you. You’re pretty stunning. For an old man, that is,” I tease.
“I’m going to show you exactly what this old man can do,” he growls before covering my body with his again.
The feel of his hot skin against mine is more sensual than I ever thought possible. My peaked nipples rub against his bare chest, and it has me more turned on than I already was. His lips mark a path down my neck to my chest. When his mouth latches on to my nipple, I think I might combust.
I’ve had sex before, and it’s never been bad necessarily, but the feelings and sensations I’m experiencing right now with Zander are unlike anything before. It’s like my body is hyper-aware of every part of him and what he does and how he moves.
His hand tickles down my side, following the path of my hip until he reaches my apex. His finger slides through my wet center, pulling another moan from me when he flicks his fingertip over my clit.
He leans on his left forearm, watching me as he pushes his finger inside me. Biting my lip, I hum from how good it feels. My hooded eyes want to close, but I keep them open and on him as he drags his finger in and out of me at a slow, methodical pace. He adds a second digit, hooking them to find my secret spot. When his thumb presses to my clit at the same time, I feel my legs begin to shake as I hedge on the edge of my first orgasm by Zander and his very talen
ted fingers.
His lips lower to my nipple again, sucking it into his mouth and letting his teeth rake over it as he pulls off. It’s all too much combined with his fingers moving in and out of me. His thumb circles once again on my bundle of nerves, and I quake as he watches me erupt from his hand, my back arching with a cry of pleasure as he pulls every second of it from me.
When he releases his hold on me, he puts them into his mouth, sucking them clean. I let out a ragged breath, watching him as his eyes never leave mine. When he pulls them from his lips, he bends and takes my mouth with his in a searing kiss. Not caring about what he just did, I just want him. More of him.
My hands go to the waist of his shorts, and I push at the band to get them off. He stills for a moment, looking at me earnestly. “Are you sure?” he asks genuinely again.
“I want more of you. That wasn’t enough,” I tell him as I dip my hand inside, gripping his hard cock. My hand slides up and down, and when I pull it away, he growls at me, making me laugh. “Naked. I need you naked, Zander.”
Hurrying off the bed, he shucks his shorts in one movement, and my eyes zero in on his impressive erection. I watch his fine ass walk to the bathroom and smile at him when he comes back and throws a couple condoms down. Ripping one open with his teeth, he kneels on the bed.
“Let me,” I say, sitting up and stopping him, taking it from his hand. He watches intently as I pump my fist over him until I pull a drop of precum from him. Sweeping my tongue over it, he groans. “I wanted to get a taste of you since you got one of me.” I smirk, getting a dry laugh from him. I roll the condom down his length, running my hand up and down a couple more times before he stops me and flips me back down.
“I’m not even inside you yet, and you already have me on edge,” he rasps, cupping my head in his hands.
Shifting, he slides his length through my wetness as his hand goes to my breast, massaging it and rolling my nipple between his thumb and fingers, working me up again.
Reaching between us, I line him up with me, letting him know I’m ready, and I watch him as he slides inside. His eyes slowly close as they roll back in pleasure. He is by far the sexiest man I’ve ever been with. He pulls out and pushes back in a few times before he opens his eyes again. He keeps connected with me as he shifts again and moves to his haunches. Bending my knees and pushing my legs to my chest, he pushes back inside me again. The new position has a moan leaving me at the same time as he groans. He starts moving slowly, but soon quickens his pace.
I’m panting hard, close but not close enough. I’ve never been a more-than-one-orgasm girl, and that’s alright as long as I get one. I’m not greedy. But then he reaches between us, and his fingers rub my sensitive flesh around where his cock is working in and out of me. “Fuuuuuck…” I cry out as he pinches my clit. He does it again, and my breathing picks up.
Cupping my breasts in my hands, I push them together, squeezing my nipples. I open my eyes and meet his, and as I do, he rubs between my legs again, sending me into a tailspin of euphoria.
He falls over me, lifting one leg up my side while the other falls to the bed. His pace is faster and deeper, and within seconds, he lets out a primal groan, burying his face into my neck. He stills for a minute before moving.
Lifting up, he turns my head and places the sweetest kiss to my lips before standing to throw away the condom.
I lie unmoved, sated and satisfied, better than I ever could have imagined. Looks like there is a difference between boys and men after all. They are not all created equal. And I got me a man.
“What are you smiling about?” he asks me as he crawls back into bed.
“You’re pretty good at this sex thing.”
“Pretty good, huh?” he asks with a smirk before blowing raspberries on my stomach.
“Okay! Okay! Old man has moves!” I shriek.
“I’m not an old man,” he states before tickling my sides.
“Stop! You’re going to make me pee!” I yell, sliding out of the bed and running to the bathroom.
“At least I can control my bladder,” he jests.
I’m sitting on the toilet doing my business when I hear him yell, “Nice pee!”
“Stop listening to me pee! That’s weird, dude.” I laugh, shaking my head as I wash my hands.
He’s under the covers but holds them up for me to crawl in with him. I slide in, cuddling into his side. He places a kiss on top of my head, and I smile at how sweet he can be. He has all these different sides to him, and I’m finding I really like all of them.
I’m enjoying the quiet of the moment, relaxing with him like this, when I smell something. “Oh my gosh, did you just fart?!” I ask, sitting up. His face is ridiculous as he tries to hold in his laughter because, clearly, he has no shame. “You are disgusting!”
“I had to fart, but I didn’t want to stop holding you,” he says. And if it didn’t smell like rotten broccoli, I might even think it was sweet, but no. Just, no.
“Dude! We just had amazing, life-changing sex. I’m still in my freaking euphoria, and you fart the most foul-smelling gas ever. What is wrong with you?” I ask, covering my nose with the sheet to shield myself from it. “Seriously, did an animal die inside of you?”
He roars with laughter, trying to pull me close to him, but I’m not having it. “Come on, Pops, it happens. I can’t help it.” He shrugs.
“You need to work on your post-sex pillow talk time,” I grumble, sitting back. “Oh, fuck, I think I can taste it,” I say, getting out of bed. “Okay, that’s it. I’m going to go finish the sandwiches I was making. You, sir, go take a shit or something but don’t do that around me again,” I tell him, grabbing a shirt from the floor and pulling it over my head.
“I don’t need to shit. I just had to fart,” he laughs. “But I am hungry now.”
Chuckling to myself, I head downstairs and finish the sandwiches I was making before. Grabbing them and a couple bottles of water, I carry them upstairs, hoping that the smell is gone. Thankfully, it is. Mostly.
I hand him the plate of food. “Thanks for the sandwich, wench,” he jokes. I throw a bottle of water at him, making him laugh as he catches it.
Sitting down with him, we eat in comfortable silence. “That really was good. Truly, thank you,” he says as he sets the plate on the floor.
“You’re welcome. Thanks for the orgasms,” I reply with a smile.
He tackles me down on the bed, pinning me under him again. “What in the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks, peering down at me more seriously than I was anticipating.
“Make me the first female racer and better than any man out there. All while pleasuring me on the side.”
“Well, all that goes without saying. But what about everything else?”
I study his handsome face, running my finger over the stubble on his jaw. “Can we just not overthink it right now? Let’s just enjoy each other. Okay?”
He nods in agreement, but I can tell he wants to say more. “Okay.” He pecks a kiss on my lips. “I should get you home soon.”
“Yeah, probably a good idea.” He shifts to move, but I hold him in place. “Thank you for today. Not just for, you know, but for the dirt bikes and stuff too. I really do like hanging out with you, Zander.”
“You don’t have to thank me for spending time with you. I wanted to. Hell, I wish you could just stay here and we could spend the rest of our break together. I like being with you too. Probably more than I should.” He adds the last part under his breath, but I hear him.
“Hey.” I pull his chin up to look at me. “Don’t. We aren’t going to keep doing the whole should-and-shouldn’t thing. We’re just going to enjoy our time together, yeah?”
He gives me a soft smile. “Yeah,” he replies before giving me a sweet and sensual kiss that makes me not want to leave his bed.
8
Zander
The rest of our break went by at a snail’s pace. Poppy and I saw each other when we could, but I felt gui
lty taking her from her family; and more than that, I was feeling like shit for lying to Benton. However, my need to want to be with her outweighed the negative.
When our eyes met as she boarded the plane to head to the next race in the Czech Republic, we both smiled, knowing we’d made it. We made it through being apart for a few weeks, and now we could go back to being in our bubble together. We still had to be careful and hide whatever it was that we were doing, but we had more time to be together with less questions swirling around us.
Sliding into the seat across from me like she usually did, I was offended that she wasn’t sitting next to me. Giving her a questioning look, she rolled her eyes and sat back in the seat she was in. The seat that was too far away, where I couldn’t touch her and be close to her like I wanted. But I let it go, not wanting to seem too pushy or eager to her.
Fidgeting in my seat, I can’t get comfortable, and I know the reason is because I want to talk to this damn girl who’s consuming me more than I want to admit. We’ve been in the air for barely an hour. This is going to be the longest flight of my life.
Looking over at her, I see she’s pulled off her boots and socks, and she’s turned sideways so her knees are bent up, feet in front of her. She starts rubbing her toes with cotton balls, and I watch her, confused at first to what she’s doing. Then, it dawns on me that she’s removing her purple nail polish, first from her toes and then her fingers.
Curiosity gets the best of me, wanting to know what color she’ll put on them now. She pulls a bottle out and swipes some on her thumb, studying it for a second before scrunching her nose. I smile at her reaction, loving the innocence of her like this.
She pulls out another bottle and swipes it on her other thumb like she did before, but this time she smiles at it approvingly and continues to paint her fingers. I stretch my neck, trying to see what color they are and see she’s picked a blue that looks similar to my racing color.