He didn’t move fast, though. He put his head down and stroked me with his tongue some more. The nerves around the area began to tingle, and I squirmed. One hand left me, reaching for the bottle of lube, and I lay still, listening to it open and the soft movements of Hopp pouring it out on his hand.
I jerked a little when he rubbed it all along my taint and crack. It was slippery and smooth. It felt… good.
“I’ll go slow, babe, and I’ll stop anytime you want.” He promised, his voice husky.
I nodded and waited, I admit, nervously for the first penetration.
After adding even more lube, I felt his finger at my entrance. Instead of jamming right in as I expected, he caressed and made me want it. As he worked, he leaned up and drew my cock into his mouth and sucked.
I groaned, and his finger sank in.
My eyes opened when I realized what he’d done, but he kept sucking my cock and his finger pumped slowly.
Oh my God… I shuddered.
“Babe?” His finger stilled inside me.
“It’s fucking good,” I rasped.
He chuckled and went back to working my hole, stretching it. Teasing it.
At one point, he even penetrated me with his tongue.
I started moaning, gripping the sheets, and spread my legs farther when the third finger slid in.
“No pain?” he asked, adding even more lube.
“Just want,” I panted and wiggled against his fingers.
“Almost there, babe,” he crooned and started fucking me with his fingers. I grabbed my dick and started rubbing it.
He pushed my hand away, and I groaned.
After what felt like endless, blissful torture, he withdrew. Before climbing up my body, he coated me with even more lube and then began covering himself.
I watched with half-closed eyes, then tried to push up to help stroke his dick. I didn’t get very far before I fell back, all my muscles weak.
He laughed, coming over me with his palms on either side of my head. “You make me feel the same way,” he whispered and kissed me soft.
His body positioned between my legs, and suddenly, I grew nervous.
He must have felt the change, because he settled against me, delicious weight on my body. “I’ll stop right now,” he vowed. “This is far enough for one day. I’ll suck—”
“Inside me, Hopp,” I said and lifted my hips.
He studied my eyes, trying to find even one shred of doubt. I didn’t doubt him or this decision. Sure, I was a little afraid, but it wasn’t because of him.
“I love you,” I whispered.
His eyes melted. “I love you, too, babe.”
He kissed me, and then I felt the round tip of his cock against my ass.
I watched him pull back, positioning himself right at my entrance. He looked up, and I nodded. Gently, slowly, he pushed inside.
I tensed at first, feeling that overwhelming sense of pressure.
“That only lasts a second,” he vowed and pushed in a little deeper.
Oh, he was big. I was tight, but I felt my body stretch to accommodate him. We were both slick with lube, and he glided into me with ease. The feeling of pressure faded, and I sighed.
He smiled softly and pushed a little deeper. My eyes shot open, my mouth forming a little O. He chuckled, but I noted the way his arms shook.
“Is it okay?” I asked, suddenly worried maybe there was something wrong with me. Maybe the past had broken something.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He groaned and lowered to his elbows. “You are fucking perfect, Arrow.” He stroked and his eyes slid closed. “It literally doesn’t get better than you.”
His praise made me feel brave and hot all over. I shoved my ass down on him, and we both groaned.
“Oh fuck,” I growled and wiggled.
“That’s the spot,” he murmured and pushed deeper. His cock rubbed over a place that created chills over my entire body. He found my G-spot. And now my feet were fucking tingling.
“I need to move, babe,” he murmured.
“Do it.”
Before he did, he kissed my cheek, brushing his lips over my ears. “Love you.”
He started to move, to pull out and push in. He wasn’t rough. He moved with care, but he used enough force and pressure that my eyes rolled back in my head.
Holy fuck, I had no clue. Not one clue this would ever feel this good. I mean, sure, I knew he liked it when I was inside him… but dayum.
He grunted, pushed deep, and hit my prostate. At the same time, his hand wrapped around my dick, and he started to pump me. I was weeping all over my abs, and he thrust in me again.
I caught my breath. He squeezed my head and began rhythmically pumping my cock and into my ass.
“I’m go—” I exploded all over his hand and my own stomach before I could even warn him.
It went on and on. I shuddered and jerked. My body lifted off the mattress, and I pulled a pillow over my face to muffle the sound of my loud moans.
Just when I thought it was over, he would pump in me again, brush that G-spot, and more release would shoot out.
“That’s it, babe,” he crooned. “I want it all.”
Oh, he had it all.
He had everything.
Finally, I collapsed against the mattress, completely spent. I opened my eyes, lifted the pillow and his face filled my vision, smiling. “How was it?”
“We’re not done yet,” I panted and pushed against his still throbbing cock.
He groaned and thrust in me, pulled out, and thrust again. His hands ran up my chest, and I grabbed one of his hands, linking it with mine.
“I’m so close,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. I felt his body pull back.
I squeezed his hand. “Don’t even fucking think about it, Hopp. In me.”
He grabbed my other hand so both ours were clasped and pushed them over my head, pinning me. I saw him glance down to make sure I was okay, but I would never not be okay with him.
We held hands while he thrust in me twice more.
I felt the jerking of his swollen head inside me, the sound of his release pronounced with a shout. I kissed his shoulder and chest while he shuddered and emptied inside me.
It was the single most epic physical experience of my life.
The walls this man broke down to be able to get this far. To be able to get inside me. The trust something like this required… I didn’t think I’d ever be capable.
I was wrong.
He made it possible.
Hopper was still supporting his weight, afraid to give it all for me to support. I untangled our hands, wrapped my arms around his waist, and pulled him completely against me. He turned his head into my neck and sighed.
I rubbed his back, blissfully pressed into the mattress.
Eventually, he pulled back, glancing between my chest and his, then down between my legs.
I nodded and started to push up.
“Hey,” he murmured and pushed me back. I looked up.
“Did I hurt you? Was it okay?”
I smiled so wide all my teeth flashed. “It was everything.” I promised. “I loved it.”
Relief relaxed his features. “You’re going to be a little sore for a while. If it’s too much…” He cleared his throat. “If it reminds you of other…”
I made a sound and shook my head. “Nothing about that reminds me of what happened to me. Nothing. There could never be any type of comparison.”
“I was really fucking worried,” he admitted.
I smiled. “I know. You were very thorough and very patient.”
His eyes turned downcast. “I’m sorry I freaked out earlier.”
“I did my own share of freaking.”
“It was a bad day,” he whispered.
“We’re gonna have those, Hopp. We’ll get through them. Together.”
He swallowed and nodded. “Together.”
“Can you forgive me for trying to run?”
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�What do you think?” I scoffed while nodding enthusiastically.
He laughed. “C’mon, shower. I’ll wash your back.”
The shower was long and hot. We made out like we hadn’t just had sex and washed each other like it was foreplay. After we were both towel-dried and still naked, we climbed back in bed together. I curled up against Hopper’s side.
It was pretty much unspoken we wouldn’t be leaving each other’s side the rest of the day. “I’m thinking pizza and movies,” I said, brushing my hand over his abs.
“We need a TV in the bedroom,” he observed.
“You need to bring some clothes over from your place,” I added.
“You don’t like me hanging out naked?”
I grunted. “Fucking love it. But you ain’t answering the door for the pizza man with all your equipment on display.”
“Hmm, give the guy a little dick and the jealousy begins.”
“I’m pretty sure your dick ain’t little,” I muttered and reached beneath the blankets to grab it.
He began doing that thing I loved. The thing I anticipated most during the day (although it might be replaced with his cock inside me now). His fingers danced along my spine, and I let my eyes close.
I spent a long time being uncomfortable every minute of the day.
It was such a luxury, such a big thing to be so comfortable so often now.
“You know you can’t give up racing,” he said after a while.
I opened my eyes and stared across the room. “Yes, I can.”
“I won’t lie. I’m gonna be scared when you get on the track. Every single time. But I know you can do this. I want it for you. I won’t hold you back because I’m scared. It’s like you said. All of life is a risk. Not just your job.”
“I do have a really good spotter that watches my back.” I poked him in the side.
He growled. “Not good enough. Look what happened today.”
“Today was my fault. I got distracted for one second. It won’t happen again. I won’t let it happen.”
“Today wasn’t anyone’s fault. You would have avoided the pileup if that other car hadn’t shoved you into it. It was an accident.”
I lifted my head and smiled at him. “Look at you being all calm about this. I thought you might try and blame yourself.”
“I thought about it,” he muttered.
I know he did. And part of him still probably blamed himself; he was just trying to beat it back.
“I can’t believe he had the fucking balls to show up today,” I muttered.
“That guy is a real piece of work.” Hopper agreed. “I wanted to deck him when I saw him.”
I stiffened and looked up. “I don’t want you around him. Not ever. He hurts everything he touches, and it won’t be you. I’ll fucking kill him first.”
Hopper’s muscles contracted. “Whoa, babe. It’s okay.”
“I mean it, Hopp. Stay away from him.” Fuck, just the thought of my father pulling even one-tenth of the shit on Hopp he ever did to me made me crazy.
I felt the tension radiate from his body. “If he comes at you and I’m standing there, I won’t just look the other way.”
“He won’t. He’s not going to be around.”
“You sure about that?” he asked skeptically. “He seemed awfully gung-ho about waving to his son from the stands.”
I muttered a string of colorful curses that might or might not have included the words hairy goat balls, and Hopper laughed.
“I like it.” He patted my bare ass. “Very creative.”
“I’m sure,” I said after I enjoyed his hand against my ass for a moment. “I’ll make sure he stays gone.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“By making it clear he won’t get what he wants.” I decided. “It seemed that damn GearShark interview was what brought him here.”
“I can’t believe the pecker read it before you did.”
“Money talks,” I muttered but jumped out of bed despite Hopper’s attempts at towing me back. I walked out of the room to find my phone, curious about something.
When I came back into the room, Hopper wagged his eyebrows at me. “You got a nice ass.”
I grinned and climbed back into bed.
“I wonder if the article is in my email,” I said, pulling up the screen. “I haven’t looked at it in a few days because we were so busy prepping for today.”
Hopper sat up, propped some pillows against the headboard, and flung his arm out. I settled beside him, and his arm draped over my shoulders, his fingers absently playing with my nipple. He made a sound as I began sifting through the emails.
Seriously. I did not sign up for a newsletter about hemorrhoid cream. Where these vultures got my email, I had no clue.
Nasty.
Hopper’s finger ran over the spot where my neck and shoulder met. “I left a bruise,” he noted. “I was too rough.”
“Nah, I liked it.”
He leaned down and kissed the spot. My heart constricted.
“Here it is,” I said and clicked on the email. I shifted as it opened and laid my head against his shoulder.
“Arrow,” I began reading the email from Emily out loud.
“On behalf of GearShark Magazine, I would like to thank you for taking the time to be our cover star for the upcoming issue. Apologies on the delay of getting this proof of our interview to you. There were some setbacks. Professionally speaking, I am authorized to tell you that we made some minor emittances from the copy but otherwise stayed absolutely true to your words. We apologize for the minor inconvenience but hope you find the article to be a fantastic read. The issue will be going to print in the next few days and will be on the stands just after your first preseason race but in plenty of time to announce your signing with NASCAR before your first season begins.
“If you require any changes, please contact me immediately. Otherwise, thank you again, and GearShark hopes to see more of you in the future!
“Sincerely,
“Emily Metcalf
“PS: Personally speaking (which I’m not supposed to do), I just want to let you know I empathize with who you grew up with. Living under that can’t have been easy, and I am deeply sorry some of that truth won’t see the light of day in this interview.
“For your convenience, I have left in the few passages being removed from your article due to some… circumstances… but have put them in BOLD lettering so you know exactly what is being removed and will not appear in the issue. Also attached is the cover.”
My father was a real piece of shit. Obviously, he threw a big stink to the powers that be at GearShark and probably threatened a lawsuit.
I wondered exactly what I said that riled him up so badly.
I went to click on the attached article, but Hopper stopped me. “I wanna see the cover first. Give me the goods, babe.”
I groaned but clicked the attached image. “I don’t want to be seeing my skinny ass on camera.”
“Your ass is not skinny,” Hopper intoned.
The image appeared onscreen, and I stared at it, honestly not that impressed. In my opinion, I didn’t make a very good model.
“That’s fucking hot!” Hopper exclaimed and grabbed my phone from my hands. He sat forward a little and studied the image. “You look sexy as hell,” he murmured. “I love the tats. Maybe I’m the one that should be jealous.”
I grabbed the phone back and glanced at the aqua-colored text and the big picture of me before closing it out. “No one will ever take your place.”
He pulled me back into his side and pressed his lips to my forehead. The stubble on his chin tickled my skin. “Love you, babe.”
“Love you,” I replied. Every time he said that, it felt like a massive gift.
Like it was Christmas morning every day and his words were the one thing I’d been waiting for all year.
“All right,” he said, turning serious. “Pull this article up. Let’s see what pissed off the old man.”
I clicked the attachment and waited for all the words to load.
The biggest shakeup in NASCAR history was almost a year ago, yet the racing world still buzzes about it. The ramifications are still being felt by the entire industry. Especially over at Team Gamble, the center of NASCAR’s earthquake. The revelations last season about the terrible hazing and sexual harassment of none other than Joey Gamble, former pro racer and daughter of Ron Gamble himself, lead to a massive dismissal of nearly all of Gamble drivers (and even some staff).
Not long after, Gamble started rebuilding his team, combing the driving world for racers that were up-and-coming but also fairly fresh. He’s put together a team critics and fans alike are frothing at the mouth to watch perform this season.
Will his brand-new team be as talented as the ones who came before? Will they be better behaved? More importantly, who will be his frontrunner? Which driver is the industry watching closest?
All of that remains to be seen. Except for one question. The who. It is a well-known fact that Gamble began courting driver Arrow Ambrose shortly after his daughter crossed over to the NRR. Unlike most drivers, Arrow didn’t jump on board right away. In fact, he seemed to veer onto a different road altogether, the one leading toward the NRR, where his brother, Lorhaven, is one of the biggest names (next to Drew Forrester of course).
It seemed like a natural road to take, really. Why not join the family in a no-rules racing division?
But he didn’t sign with the NRR either, and sources tell us Arrow had a deal on the table with Gamble for that division as well.
Two contracts, one big sponsor, and a choice between two major racing divisions? Here at GearShark, we think that qualifies Arrow Ambrose as the most fascinating driver of this year. It also definitely makes him Gamble’s frontrunner.
So which division did Arrow choose? Which contract did he sign, and how exactly did the kid who bears a striking resemblance to a certain music heavyweight make a choice?
A choice that is going to surprise you. It did me. It also piqued my interest. Who exactly is Arrow Ambrose, and are all those rumors I’ve been hearing about his painful past and sexual orientation true?
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