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He pulls me back from him, putting space between us both, his hands resting on my shoulders. “We do our best not to make it obvious when we're around each other.”
“So we don’t get to hang out outside of training?” I pout.
His smile begins to fade, “Not exclusively. We can’t do anything out of the ordinary.”
I nod in understanding, “So we lie again?”
“It’s postponing the truth,” he explains. “Trust me, I don’t want to lie, it feels weird but he’s already not going to take it well. Imagine if I’m in love with his sisterandblow up his racing career. He’ll never forgive me.”
“It’s going to be fine,” I say, softly smiling up at him. “Reiss will take it well, I promise.”
He smirks, “I’m glad you think so. I think I might need dentures.”
I nudge him with my elbow playfully, “It won’t be that bad.”
“I’ve hid it for this long. One more month will be cake.”
I wiggle my eyebrows, “What flavor?”
He narrows his eyes at me but I answer for him, "Vanilla?”
His eyes darken and he pushes me back against the bike, “What do you think?”
My heart hammers against my ribs as he presses against me. I can basically feel him growing harder by the second.
“Not vanilla?” I say breathlessly.
He shakes his head, his breath mixing with mine. “Not even close.”
Bending down, he snaps all the buckles on my boots and pulls them off. He pauses and looks up at me with the darkest gray in his eyes I’ve ever seen.
It’s fucking sexy.
He releases the buckle of my riding pants, slips them down along with my panties, and in one swift motion as he scoops me off my feet and rests my ass on the seat of his dirtbike.
“Your pussy looks so sweet dripping onto that seat.” he says, looking at his greasy hands and shaking his head, knowing he shouldn’t touch me with them. Instead he places them on my thighs and pushes them apart, the black streaks his hands leave against my skin turning me on even more.
He dips down, flipping his hat around backwards and gently strokes his tongue against my pussy lips. It's one long, slow and damn near antagonizing moment as I wait for him to do it again.
And I’m not too proud to beg.
“Please,” I whisper, causing a wicked grin to appear on his smug face.
“But I’m vanilla,” he says and I can feel his breath against my center. It’s making me absolutely feral.
I reach down and grab him by the neck of his cut off, yanking him closer. “Shut up.”
He chuckles at my desperation, “Yes ma’am.”
The second his mouth returns to me, I feel my hips buck up off the dirtbike and closer to his mouth.
It’s so fucking good.
He moves his tongue with an intoxicating rhythm until my legs are shaking..
“Colson!” I scream his name as he continues the same motion until I fall apart against him, slack with pleasure.
Rising to his feet, his lips glisten with the wetness of my pussy and he grins before turning to walk away.
