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Seb

That ‘okay’ was all I needed to put my mouth on hers like a match to kindling and then I was consumed. All I could feel, could see was Lori, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, wearing the shorts and sweatshirt I’d given her last night, smelling like my soap and all of my dreams come true.

Sex was fine – it was fun and light-hearted and not serious and definitely wouldn’t mess with our heads when we got back to racing.

All that stuff might not have been true, but sex was definitely happening. It was necessary .

‘It’s so hot when you wear my clothes,’ I mumbled, my hands finding their way to the skin of her waist.

‘That’s a simple fantasy,’ she replied, smiling against my lips.

‘Oh I, eh, have some complex ones if you’d prefer,’ I said, my words puttering out as she nudged my chest, making me stumble backwards.

Dropping to her knees, she tugged down my tracksuit bottoms and boxer shorts with an enthusiasm that brought a groan up my chest. Her words were still echoing in my brain and my heart was ready to burst at the proof that she hadn’t been bluffing – she really was about to take my cock in her mouth.

Thrusting my fingers into her hair for balance, I landed heavily on the edge of the bed as my knees gave out, spreading my legs to encourage her.

I didn’t know if I was dragging her to where I wanted her or just hanging on while she came close, but her keen little hum gave me all the encouragement I needed to push my aching cock past her lips.

I hissed as her tongue curled around me and she sucked. ‘You’ve got to tell me,’ I said tightly, holding her still as I thrust in. ‘Tell me if I go too far.’

Pulling off with a grin that turned me into a puddle of need, she said, ‘You haven’t got there yet,’ and ducked down again.

‘Fuck,’ I whined, brushing my fingers over her face, cupping her jaw and watching as she let me pump, slow and hard, into her gorgeous mouth, as she invited me to.

I couldn’t keep the words in. ‘How did I ever get so lucky? Nothing is ever going to be as good as this, as your mouth. I don’t know if you should let me do this, baby. It’s so fucking good.’

She moaned around me and her hand sneaked down her own body to tease herself and a flash of longing of a different sort ripped through me. Pulling out of her mouth, I drew her to standing when she peered questioningly at me.

‘Can we fuck? I want to fuck you again.’

‘Yes,’ she replied, her voice breathy and high.

Kicking off my tracksuit bottoms and underwear, I dragged my T-shirt off in one motion, desperate to feel her skin against me.

I stripped off her jeans like a madman, nipping at the swell of one buttock as I came back up, just because I knew she’d squeal and I couldn’t resist. Her sweatshirt and her T-shirt followed, although I managed to be gentle as I tugged them over her bad shoulder.

Then she leaned against me, her back flush with my chest, and I wrapped my arms tight around her, one palm sliding up to her breast. Her hair tickled my nose and she arched against me.

I wanted to soak her up, drink her in, and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking my teeth into the cartilage of her ear.

‘Ungh, yes! Ohhh, Seb,’ she groaned, going up onto her tip-toes and wriggling until my cock slipped between her thighs, and then releasing a full-throated moan.

I grabbed her hips and stroked against her, panting, moisture coating my cock. It was a perfect notch in her body and I could have fucked her like that, bending my knees until I made contact with her sensitive clit, but she opened her mouth and then it was her words making me pant.

‘I want it deep. Need you, Seb.’ When she dropped her hand to the bed and gasped, grinding against me, I was so far gone I wasn’t sure I was ever coming back.

The scars on her back showed in stark relief in the light of the lamp.

Shadows stroked the subtle curve of her hips and the muscles in her shoulders.

As I brushed my fingertips over her skin, exploring and admiring the strength of her with my jaw hanging open, the vulnerability of her struck me too.

She might not like showing vulnerability on the road – or even in her own family – but she was bare in front of me, inviting me to take pleasure in her body. I hoped she understood how beautiful she was with her fight on show alongside her softness.

As I pressed my lips to the puckered skin up the middle of her back, she stilled, but I didn’t linger long after honouring her scars, crowding her body with mine and nuzzling her neck until she shuddered.

All for me… I knew Lori’s life was complex, but all of the obstacles fled to the back of my mind, leaving only this beautiful woman who made my body ache – my chest – with everything she did.

Opening my mouth, I bit down – hard – on her nape, drawing a delicate whine from her lips. As she panted and groaned – or was that me? – I drew up and slipped the first inch of my cock into her slick body.

With an inarticulate sound from her throat, her arm buckled and we tumbled onto the bed.

Landing heavily on top of her, I shoved the rest of the way in with a grunt, choked by the flood of sensations rippling through me.

Gripped by the need to pump, I tried to slow things down, be gentler with her, but she was a live wire beneath me, pushing back and clawing the sheets and gasping, ‘Harder!’

‘I should be worshipping you, Lore,’ I grunted into her ear with another thrust. ‘You are so beautiful right now.’

‘I don’t want to be worshipped,’ she panted as I bottomed out again.

Hitching her hips up until she was on her knees, I held onto her thighs as I let loose, thrusting into her over and over again.

Dropping one hand, I circled her clit, making her cry out, belatedly muffling the sound in the sheets. ‘Don’t stop!’ she whined.

I soaked up all her frantic cries, her restless squirming.

‘Yessss,’ she said on a long breath.

‘You don’t want me to worship you,’ I repeated, grasping the last strands of rational thought as I melted further into her, into the heat of this furious coupling. ‘You want me to fuck you.’

Lori

Wow, when he’d said ‘real sex’, he’d meant really real . I was raw under his touch – intensely myself and painfully exposed.

‘Ye-es,’ I managed to answer him. I wanted him to fuck me, to make me feel something – everything .

As the sheets upbraided my cheek with every thrust, I struggled to keep a hold of my thoughts, which seemed to detach and float somewhere outside my body.

I was consumed by sensation, by the need to follow this frantic act through to its conclusion – both physically and emotionally, whatever that meant.

‘I want you to fuck me, to do whatever you want to me,’ I panted, squealing when his teeth found the side of my neck and then he pressed an uncoordinated kiss there, slipping up to my ear. ‘I want you to lose control,’ I said on a gasp. ‘Let everything out on me.’

‘Lose control?’ he repeated on a huff. ‘If I had any control where you’re concerned, I would have stayed away on training camp. I’m bad for you, but… fuck this is good.’

My brain had shut down, but the words still flowed out – from somewhere deeper. ‘I want you. I want to see you…’

His lips were at my ear. ‘You want to see the mess you make of me?’

‘Yes!’

He pulled out and hauled me onto my back, tumbling on top of me to kiss me – long and searingly deep. Hitching my leg around his waist, he fumbled to slip his cock back in, but when he was there, he thrust so hard I had to press a hand to my mouth to stifle a shout.

He tugged my hand away and replaced it with his own. ‘You’ve got to be quiet while I fuck you,’ he whispered into my ear, punctuating his words with a pump of his hips that made my vision blur and a muffled whine escape my lips. ‘Be quiet and see what you wanted to see.’

His mouth feathering my neck, the pace of his thrusts slowed, but the pressure only built. He was thick and hard and mind-altering inside me, taking pleasure and forcing it on me.

‘I can’t go deep enough,’ he mumbled. ‘The way you feel around my cock, baby… Your eyes when you look at me… This feels like winning – better than winning.’

The trouble was, I knew what he meant. In that quiet moment late at night, my breath tight and my body clutching him, holding him, feeling him, I had nothing to prove and everything to be joyful in. I was enough.

I was enough to make him shudder as he started to come apart, his chest heaving and his expression turbulent. His fingers dug into my cheeks as his thrusts grew wild and punishing, holding me down. My knees fell, boneless, to the sheets as he plunged deeper, hard and heavy and glorious.

‘I’m so crazy for you,’ he muttered and along with the relentless pressure, a crack of uneasy wonder opened up inside me. He just meant his body. It was enough that I could make him lose it in bed. ‘I’m gonna— Holy shit this feels— Ohhh, fuck!’

I was almost sorry when the rush of sensation zinged up my spine and overwhelmed my senses.

The view of him, panting and desperate and pouring out into me, grew fuzzy.

Biting down on his hand, I gurgled a cry as the orgasm broke over me, the buzz hanging suspended for a breath before slowly receding.

And what flooded in after it was even more concerning than those thoughts about winning I’d had while under the influence of this gorgeous human and his hot body.

Contentment…

There was no need to strive, nothing to aim for.

There was only that moment, as Seb collapsed next to me with a wrecked half-smile, his hair in his eyes.

Stretching his arm over me, his thumb brushing my nipples and then my stomach, he sighed and said, ‘You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Lore. ’

Goosebumps tingled over my skin and I rolled over, hoping he’d just think I wanted to go to sleep and not that his words were burrowing into my chinks and letting that insidious contentment steal the dreams I’d held since I was a teenager.

I shouldn’t be thinking of staying longer, wondering if Dad would let me train here, but there it was. I couldn’t un-think it.

Besides, he’d unconsciously echoed his grandmother’s words from earlier that evening – when she’d suggested I could break his heart.

Then Seb continued, mercifully reminding me that we were a long way from having a relationship and I didn’t even know what a healthy one of those looked like anyway – and apparently neither did he. He breathed sleepily, ‘I’ll never forget you.’