“Fuck,that feels good,” I groaned. When Bianca lifted her hips up to me, I gripped her firmly. With one hand, I pinned her down to the mattress, pounding into her. “Stay still, gorgeous, I’m about to come.” I felt my brow furrow and I moaned, low and loud, as I gave myself permission to topple over the edge into climax. I slowed my thrusts, and my cock began to jerk and pulse, pumping cum inside Bianca. “Oh, you good girl, that’s it.”
“Kristian,”Bianca gasped, her hands reaching back for me.
We remained still for a long moment, each basking in the afterglow of some truly mind–blowing sex. As I began to come down from my high, pleasure slowly easing, my arms started to shake. Before I lost control of myself completely, I pulled my semi–hard cock from between Bianca’s cheeks and rolled off her, flopping heavily onto my back as I fought to catch my breath. I stared up at the ceiling, all logical thought absent.
“That,” Bianca sighed. “Wasphenomenal.”
I turned to look at her, noting her flushed cheeks and sweaty brow with pride. “Thanks,” I chuckled. “You were rather special yourself.”
“Told you us fucking was a good idea.”
This time my chuckle became a full laugh. I snatched Bianca to my chest and wrapped my arms around her.
“Alright, alright. I concede that onthisoccasion, you were right,” I muttered.
“Seriously, Kristian, how many times are you going to make me say it?” Bianca looked up at me, her chin resting on my chest and eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’malwaysright.”
Chapter seven
Bianca
I woke the next morning disappointed but not surprised to find myself alone. I yawned into my fist and took a moment to think about all that had happened the night before. Kristian had been a real surprise, and I felt myself fighting a smile. I’d had pretty high standards going into our relationship, but he’d somehow managed to surpass them. I hoped the feeling was mutual.
I sat up and threw the sheets off before scooting to the edge of the mattress. I was a little bit sore from my night of pleasure with Kristian, but in the best way. Another smile worked its way onto my face. I got to my feet, nearly slipping on the still–wet tiles and yelped as my hand shot out to steady myself against the footboard of the bed. My soaking wet clothes from the night before were still rumpled up where I’d left them on the floor, but Kristian’s had been taken. I shrugged and kicked them out of my way.
“Where the fuck is my phone?” I muttered, looking around the hotel room. My stomach dropped, hoping I’d remembered to remove it from my jeans pocket before my impromptu swim last night. I snatched the pile of wet denim up, breathing a sigh ofrelief not to find my phone inside them. I dropped them back on the floor and turned with a scowl and my hands on my hips.
As if sensing my growing frustration, I heard a faint notification bleep and tracked the noise to the opposite side of the room. It wasn’t my personal phone, but the McLaren team device. I picked it up anyway, glancing at the list of notifications. There were several missed calls and a few texts from Sophia and the rest of the team asking whether I was coming to the party and where I was, but only one name stood out to me. I opened my messages.
KRISTIAN: The jet has been chartered for 4PM. Meet in the lobby at 2PM. Hope there aren’t too many sore heads this morning.
Well, that was a decidedly chipper message from the team principal in comparison to his usual morose, impersonal texts to the team. I wonder what could have possibly put him in such a good mood. My grin widened and I tapped in the number of my personal phone, waiting for it to ring. A loud rumbling caught my attention and in no time at all I’d located my iPhone, tucked just out of sight underneath the bedside table. I must have kicked it there by accident in my haste to get Kristian into bed.
I fished my phone out, wiping the screen off with my sleeve and unlocked it. I had more missed calls and texts from the team on this phone too, albeit less, but several more from Kristian, I noticed with delight. I hurried to open my messages. He’d sent these at 6:30AM, and I marvelled that he’d managed to get up so early after what could only have been an hour or two of sleep.
KRISTIAN: I hope you don’t mind but I left early to get back to my room before anyone noticed I was missing. I didn’t want to wake you.
Then twenty minutes later…
KRISTIAN: Last night was amazing, but this morning has been anything but. I left my fucking room key in my trouserslast night. It was ruined and I had to go down to the desk in soaking wet clothes to get a new one. I got some strange looks, that’s for sure.
I laughed aloud, just imagining the stir that must have caused. It was just as well Kristian was up so early, and the hotel would have been quiet. I scrolled to read his next message.
KRISTIAN: Still worth it though.
I felt my cheeks grow warm and I clicked my tongue, embarrassed for myself. I tried to deny the sex had been swoon worthy, but I knew I was lying to myself. Instead, I plugged both my phones in to charge and went to the large glass doors leading to the pool, contemplating my plans for the rest of the day. It was another glorious day outside and the cold, crystal waters of the pool were looking especially inviting. Perhaps a few hours lolling in the sun was deserved after my victory – both on the track and between the sheets. I hastily dug out my bikini and slipped it on, before gathering my hair into a messy bun, sliding on my sunglasses and heading out to the pool.
Complimentary towels had been laid over sun loungers and as I sat down, a waiter appeared at my side. He placed a jug of ice water and a glass down atop a nearby table.
“Morning ma’am.” He dipped his head. “Can I get you anything? Perhaps a drink or our breakfast menu?”
“Can I get an iced coffee?” I asked, pausing before adding. “And a grilled cheese?”
“Of course.” The waiter smiled. “Coming right up.”
I leant back against my lounger, kicking my legs out in front of me and pushing my sunglasses up on top of my head. The sun was blazing down, and I stretched out, enjoying the warmth of it on my skin.
“Girl! Where have you been?”
