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Story: Dirt Driven
Arie stepped forward, her knees against the edge of the bed between my legs. “I think that can be arranged.”
Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around her, my hands on her ass cheeks. “Now let’s get you out of these clothes. They look incredibly uncomfortable.”
We didn’t waste any time getting naked. I stared at her tits I hadn’t seen yet in person and not swollen. “Jesus,” I groaned, gently sucking on her nipples. “I regret ever telling you I didn’t want you to do it.”
Her hands threaded in my hair, pulling me closer. “I need you to fuck me, now.” She squirmed underneath me, the head of my cock sliding effortlessly against her slick folds.
I wanted to warn her this wasn’t going to last, but I didn’t. Two minutes later, sadly, it ended.
Arie laughed in my face. “What the fuck?”
I kissed her, smiling. “That was just the trophy dash. We still have the A main.”
“Who says you made the A main?”
Laughter rolled through me. “Because I set quick time.”
“Yeah, ya did.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You keep it up and I’m going to bring you to the white flag over and over again….” I ground my erection into her clit, raising up on my arms to hover over her, “But never grant the checkered.”
Her hands squeezed my ass cheeks. “Don’t you dare.”
“Then don’t tease me.”
“I’m sorry.” She licked her lips slowly. “Now make love to your wife.”
Our eyes met and I’d never been more in love with this girl than I was in bed with her tonight. “I love you.”
Her lips pressed to mine. “I love you.”
As I laid there with Arie, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the season, or what happened, but I knew something greater set the pace. I had the desire for more speed, but from the green to checkered, I don’t race for fame. A dirt track was where I raise my kids. It was where my wife made our home on the road, amongst late nights and Walmart camping. Between push starts and heat races, slide jobs and wing dances, our family pushed through from that dead last starting position and kept on the lead lap. We might not have won, and we went through a couple kit cars, but fuck, we pulled into the pits in one piece.
Dynamic – Refers to something that’s in motion.
DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVE
VAIL, COLORADO
There was one thing I loved about off-season now that we had kids. Christmas, and our yearly family vacation to Vail, Colorado. Last year my parents bought a house here finally after renting out a cabin was no longer an option thanks to Casten and his New Year’s Eve stunt where he drove a snow plow through the living room. Right through the fucking front door.
Let me start off by saying that vacations for the Riley family have a reoccurring theme to them. Everyone fights. Which was how the snow plow went through the front door of that rental last year. Over the stupidest shit. Again, snow plow incident. And who was sleeping in what room. Who got to ride the snowmobiles first and even, who could drink the most. Do I need to say it again?
Snow.
Plow.
Then there were the arguments between the little kids. The ones you would have thought to be arguing. Gray and Abigale were not going to be friends that weekend and Jonah punched his brother in the face over a sledding incident. The calmest of the kids, Bristol, Savannah, and Rowyn, those little angels were the sweetest and spent most of their time chasing Hudson and Ryder around and trying to make them girls. It was a cluster of tantrums, arguing, and me and Hayden agreeing we’d never ever have more children.
Rosa sat next to me on the couch and smiled. “Are you going to send me that video?”
“What video?” Hayden asked when my cheeks turned a bright shade of red, curious as to what she was talking about.
“Rosa, stop talking.” I made eye contact with Rager but he had no idea what we were talking about given his current state of cold as fuck.
“What is she talking about?” Hayden asked Rosa, smiling widely.
“Well.” I tried to shove my hand over Rosa’s mouth but she was too quick and pushed away from me. “Arie and Rager made a sex tape at the World Finals.” And then she took a shot of spiced rum. If you’ve never taken a shot of spiced rum, you’re not missing out. It’s a lot like snorting a clover laced in cinnamon. Fucking awful. Rosa’s a hard core drinker though and merely flinched at the burn. “I want to see the Sweet Spot and she won’t let me. It’s a selfish decision on her part.”
Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around her, my hands on her ass cheeks. “Now let’s get you out of these clothes. They look incredibly uncomfortable.”
We didn’t waste any time getting naked. I stared at her tits I hadn’t seen yet in person and not swollen. “Jesus,” I groaned, gently sucking on her nipples. “I regret ever telling you I didn’t want you to do it.”
Her hands threaded in my hair, pulling me closer. “I need you to fuck me, now.” She squirmed underneath me, the head of my cock sliding effortlessly against her slick folds.
I wanted to warn her this wasn’t going to last, but I didn’t. Two minutes later, sadly, it ended.
Arie laughed in my face. “What the fuck?”
I kissed her, smiling. “That was just the trophy dash. We still have the A main.”
“Who says you made the A main?”
Laughter rolled through me. “Because I set quick time.”
“Yeah, ya did.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You keep it up and I’m going to bring you to the white flag over and over again….” I ground my erection into her clit, raising up on my arms to hover over her, “But never grant the checkered.”
Her hands squeezed my ass cheeks. “Don’t you dare.”
“Then don’t tease me.”
“I’m sorry.” She licked her lips slowly. “Now make love to your wife.”
Our eyes met and I’d never been more in love with this girl than I was in bed with her tonight. “I love you.”
Her lips pressed to mine. “I love you.”
As I laid there with Arie, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the season, or what happened, but I knew something greater set the pace. I had the desire for more speed, but from the green to checkered, I don’t race for fame. A dirt track was where I raise my kids. It was where my wife made our home on the road, amongst late nights and Walmart camping. Between push starts and heat races, slide jobs and wing dances, our family pushed through from that dead last starting position and kept on the lead lap. We might not have won, and we went through a couple kit cars, but fuck, we pulled into the pits in one piece.
Dynamic – Refers to something that’s in motion.
DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVE
VAIL, COLORADO
There was one thing I loved about off-season now that we had kids. Christmas, and our yearly family vacation to Vail, Colorado. Last year my parents bought a house here finally after renting out a cabin was no longer an option thanks to Casten and his New Year’s Eve stunt where he drove a snow plow through the living room. Right through the fucking front door.
Let me start off by saying that vacations for the Riley family have a reoccurring theme to them. Everyone fights. Which was how the snow plow went through the front door of that rental last year. Over the stupidest shit. Again, snow plow incident. And who was sleeping in what room. Who got to ride the snowmobiles first and even, who could drink the most. Do I need to say it again?
Snow.
Plow.
Then there were the arguments between the little kids. The ones you would have thought to be arguing. Gray and Abigale were not going to be friends that weekend and Jonah punched his brother in the face over a sledding incident. The calmest of the kids, Bristol, Savannah, and Rowyn, those little angels were the sweetest and spent most of their time chasing Hudson and Ryder around and trying to make them girls. It was a cluster of tantrums, arguing, and me and Hayden agreeing we’d never ever have more children.
Rosa sat next to me on the couch and smiled. “Are you going to send me that video?”
“What video?” Hayden asked when my cheeks turned a bright shade of red, curious as to what she was talking about.
“Rosa, stop talking.” I made eye contact with Rager but he had no idea what we were talking about given his current state of cold as fuck.
“What is she talking about?” Hayden asked Rosa, smiling widely.
“Well.” I tried to shove my hand over Rosa’s mouth but she was too quick and pushed away from me. “Arie and Rager made a sex tape at the World Finals.” And then she took a shot of spiced rum. If you’ve never taken a shot of spiced rum, you’re not missing out. It’s a lot like snorting a clover laced in cinnamon. Fucking awful. Rosa’s a hard core drinker though and merely flinched at the burn. “I want to see the Sweet Spot and she won’t let me. It’s a selfish decision on her part.”
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