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thirstyandbeautiful · 10 months

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Our Dirty Secret, Pt. 12

more consequences!

PART ONE ~ PART TWO ~ PART THREE ~ PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SIX - PART SEVEN - PART EIGHT - PART NINE - PART TEN - PART ELEVEN

Bestie <3: so how you making out without your mid day dick?

Wow. You’re so subtle.

Bestie<3: I rly do feel bad for you!

Sure

Bestie<3: you know

Bestie<3: im gonna ignore your shit mood

Bestie<3: cause id have a shit mood too

Bestie<3: if I wasnt getting all that DICK

Omg

Bestie<3: I mean what was it like 5x a day?

No! I’m fine.

Bestie<3: my poor friend having to rely on toys like the rest of us!!!!

SHUT UP.

I’m on my way back to the hotel, I’ll call you later tonight

Bestie<3: do u at least sext?

Or not.

Bestie<3: you bette rnot cause if u have pics of that monster cock and don’t share I swear

GOOD NIGHT.

Bestie<3: lmao nightie night get that good dic k tonight!!

“Ya ready?” Daniel’s voice echoed in your ear as you quickly hunched over with a loud gasp, locking your phone as quickly as your disoriented fingers would let you. Always quick to laugh, Daniel placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything.”

A forced smile almost cracks your face in half as you look at your oblivious boss. His easy smile and touches had burned you inside and out all week. The absence of the other Aussie in your life had hung heavy in the air. If your lie had been festering before, now it was agonizing. You could feel the guilt drag down your spine with each step as you followed after Daniel.

“Ha ha,” you playfully punched his shoulder, “come on.”

Daniel fell in step beside you, humming some tune as you left the paddock. In the dark, it was easy to fix your gaze on the shadows the bright lights cast on the darkened lot.

“Looking forward to getting back?” You chirped as his shadow pressed to your own.

“Yeah, gotta catch Mike up.”

You bit your lip and stayed silent the whole way to the car.

Your thighs shook around Michael’s hips as you came. The pleasure cut through your body, sharp as lightning while Michael groaned at your tightened pussy. There’s barely any air in your lungs as a pressure builds in your lower abdomen, as if every thrust inside of you has cranked up the heat licking up your spine. Before it can release, Michael lets out a broken moan and his hips stay pinned to yours. He hushed you as your whimpered, his own little sounds released in time with the gentle rocking between his legs. Everything felt hot, and you could feel your bodies pressed together, slickness trapped between your skins. You could feel the pulse at the base of his cock, pressed so hard against your clit, and the part inside of you that he had hammered against to make you cum now ached. He filled you so good, and you fit him like a glove. Every movement, every twitch, every delicious jerk of his cock as he filled you made your night.

There was no shame, no lying here. Just you and him. The only moments that had felt right lately had been with him.

When Michael pulled his head back from where he’d buried his face in your neck, he looked down at you and kissed your nose breathlessly before groaning as he leaned over you. You gasped as he pressed deeper into you as he reached for the bedside drawer. You already knew what he was searching for and you groaned as you squeezed your eyes shut. You could hear and feel him laughing at you. With a final huff, you opened your eyes and tried to look at him with a straight face above you, pointedly ignoring the pink vibrator in his hand.

“You’re gonna blush? I’m cumming in you raw, r-right-“ he groaned, his nose scrunching as more warmth fills you, “now, and you’re gonna blush cause I took out your toy?”

Instead of promising to leave it for later, Michael rocked back on to his knees. He chuckled at the way you shivered and hissed from the partial absence of him inside you. Without his heated body on top of you, the cool air of the room rushed to your moist skin. With how sensitive he’d made you between your legs, it felt like ice against you.

You yelped as he pressed the vibrator to your swollen sex, and made sure that it pressed firmly under your hood and the edge pressed against your ring of flesh that was still locked around his cock.

“Fucccckkkkkkk me.” Michael’s neck muscles pulsed and flexed as his head dipped back, “you feel amazing.”

You shuddered as he dragged his cock out of you, the length still throbbing hard and covered in your combined cum. When he rolled his hips forward again into yours, his groan dragged into a growl. Your pussy clenched as you felt the vibration down his body to between your legs.

“Wanna cum in you again.”

You opened your eyes to catch his half lidded gaze, an Adonis kneeled between your spread thighs. The sweat that glistened on his skin served to show off every curve of meticulously built muscle as every inch of it worked towards overstimulating you and, as he said, working another load into you.

“Hey!”

You almost jumped out of your skin as you woke with a start, the seatbelt across your chest pulling tight around your sensitive breasts as you gained your bearings.

Left the paddock. Headed back to hotel. In the car. With Danny.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya!” Dan had his hands up, a shy smile on his face, “You were making some noises, thought you might be having a bad dream.”

Your cheeks heated as the wetness in your panties confirmed that no, it wasn’t a bad dream, boss, I was just having a sex dream about your trainer.

You smiled tightly at him, “Thanks, I-“ you wiped the sheen shine of sweat from your brow line, “I don’t remember what it was.” Kill me.

“Ah, it’s probably the jet lag, you know? It does things to ya.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you nodded as you looked back out the window, recognizing the streets as being very close to your hotel.

There was an excited thrum that electrified your body that filled you with embarrassment. You could go without sex, you’d done it before. But lately, ever since ‘the incident’ (as your little team had labeled Michael’s assault on Jon), your thoughts had veered away from the dick you’d been hanging off of for months and instead focused on the owner of that dick.

Get a fucking grip.

You only felt this way cause you were an idiot. A stupid idiot who felt hot over such a big boy fighting over you, for you. Jon had fucked around and found out, and you’d been defended. You could count the number of times someone had gone to bat for you on one hand, and it felt good to know that that included someone in your present. It was caveman brain, which seemed to be effecting the both of you lately.

“Here!” Danny shouted like a child, “Ah, finally.” he groaned as he bounced out of the van. He turned back and reached for you, taking your hand to help you out.

“Thanks.” you nodded as stepped into the lobby together, “Are you off to your room?”

The hotel was nice, beyond nice. It was definitely one of the more ritzy ones that you frequented during the season. The grand ceiling was a masterpiece of cathedral proportions and the rooms were spacious and stuffed with free amenities.

The three of you had gotten rooms in separate buildings, the boys on one side of the massive property and yours on the other. If anything, it made things easier because you could easily blame him not being able to find you or Michael on the property being so big.

“Yeah, yeah.” Daniel nodded, “Unless-” he shrugged towards the bar attached to the lobby, and you felt your chest cave in, “you wanna-”

“Hi guys!”

Daniel rolled his eyes. Jon, ever the bastard, happily strolled up to you guys. It was wild to think that you had ever gotten along or even liked the trainer. He had really stepped into his ‘asshole’ role fully, and seemed to love to poke every bear he could find. You couldn’t stand him, but now, even after everything, you were grateful for his ability to pop up at the worst times.

“Jon.” Daniel nodded, “How’s it going?”

“Oh, fine, fine,” he looked pointedly at you both, “you guys just get back from the paddock? M’waiting for Lando.”

You nodded and crossed your arms across your chest, “Cool.”

“Where’s Michael?” He looked pointedly at you before turning to Daniel, “You didn’t have him waiting for you?”

You jerked your head to the side at Daniel, and gave him the okay to leave. If one Aussie decking Jon wasn’t enough, two would probably get them all in even more trouble.

“You sure?” Dan asked you.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell Mike I said hi.”

Jon’s chuckle made your lip curl, “Tell him I said hi too!”

Daniel gave him the finger as he disappeared into a side corridor, on his way to the left building that would lead him to his room. When he was out of sight, you faced Jon.

“So-”

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You cut him off, “You really don’t learn?”

Jon laughed this time, “Should’ve had your man hit me harder.”

You knew you shouldn’t take the bait, so you didn’t. Turning on your heel, you focused on the heavy click of your heels on the shiny tile floor as you crossed the lobby.

Don’t look back, don’t look back.

It was a long walk through the courtyard to your own suite’s building, around some pools and such. On the first day you’d arrived, you’d hated it. It gave you too much time to think, too much time for your thoughts to turn. Even mad as you were, your brain tried to stray back to the guilt that seemed anchored in you.

You felt too much, too fast. You were pissed, you were tired, your body still felt hot to the touch from your stupid dream. Taking a heavy deep breath, you tried to center yourself. You counted the clack of your heels each time they struck the cobbled walkway and focused on what you could spot in front of you. The statues, the architecture, all of the glamorous lifestyle around you.

It was the exact kind of luxury that reminded you why you even took this job, and only served to skewer your mind as your mind plummeted to how much more you’d gotten.

Michael.

You wished you could just enjoy the fact that he’d laid out Jon in that club, and how he’d fucked you so deep right after, but when’d grabbed your chin and spoke those words they’d sunk into the pit of your stomach like a stone.

“I’d do it again.”

Now they were stuck in your head like a curse.

Michael had pressed his lips so sweetly to yours and kissed up your smile until you pressed your lips back to his. You could feel the phantom caress of his fingers against your thighs every time you closed your eyes. He’d been so gentle, so sweet. It had brought you back to the way he’d looked at you when you first rode him. The same look of relaxed content.

And that was where the doubt seeped in.

You didn’t want content. You wanted money, luxury, a good fucking. You wanted all the perks of F1 life, the parties and hotels- even the fucking notch on your resume made it worth it. But a secret relationship with a trainer was a huge potential derailment to everything you’d worked towards.

“What am I doing?” You muttered to yourself.

Quick steps behind you made you flinch to the side, “Walking to your dick date?” Jon offered. The fucker had caught up to you.

“How’s your face?” You deadpanned.

His face was healed, the only remnant that suggested he’d been in a (one sided) fight was the blotches of yellow that remained around his eye and cheek. It had been bad, you’d caught some photos online. He’d been a mess of purple and greens, and it had set the internet aflame. But clearly he’d learned nothing from it.

“Fine.” He smiled with all his teeth at you before adding, “Your boyfriend somehow didn’t break my nose, just bruised my eye so bad it traveled.”

“Oh, shut up. You know he’s not my boyfriend.”

He hummed in disagreement, and kept up with your brisk pace, “Fuck buddies don’t usually get so possessive, you know?”

“Hush.” You hissed at Jon as you slipped into the next corridor. You could see the shiny elevators and picked up your pace to the point where you practically jogged towards them.

Jon came to a stop beside you as you stabbed the up button on the key pad, “Or what?”

You smiled at him as you pressed the elevator button again, “Or I’ll sic my very scary Aussie on you. I’m sure he’d love a second round.”

Jon laughed, “Oh, ‘yours’ now?”

You schooled your face, not giving anything away to the vulture. Instead, you pressed the elevator button again and again. When Jon realized you weren’t going to rise to his bait, he decided to twist the knife as best he could.

“You know, I do actually think he’s stupid enough to hit me again.” You scoffed, but before you could say anything back, he continued, “That’s what love does. Makes you stupid, huh?”

He leaned casually against the mirrored wall beside the elevator and rubbed his beard. You hated how he looked at you, how his eyes raked up and down your form like he knew something, like he could see something that he wasn’t meant to. It made your skin crawl.

“We’re not in love.” You bit out, even as an angry twist of confusion warred in your stomach.

“Right, right. Well, you are the smart one, aren’t you?” He looked up at the elevator screen, and watched silently as the numbers declined to the ground floor.

Your impatience got the better of you, “If you have something to say, just come out and say it.”

The elevator chose that moment to arrive. You had one foot in the shaft, and held your arm out so he couldn’t follow you. Bravely, stupidly, you looked him dead in the eye and waited for him to get his last word in. He looked down at his feet as he crossed his arms across his chest. His mouth opened before it abruptly shut, just for the curve of his lips to open with an obscenely wide smile. At that moment, you regretted giving him the opportunity, at putting yourself on the chopping block with a man who wanted nothing but to skewer you open with the very personal information he had.

“Here’s some advice for you, which I’m sure you don’t need but you know…” Jon smirked as you leaned heavily on the arm that blocked his access and held the elevator door open, “Don’t fall in love with him.” You rolled your eyes and choked on a laugh as you stepped back and pressed your floor’s button. Jon laughed without you before quickly adding, “Cause he won’t be there to catch you.” just as the doors closed between you.

“Fuck!” you yelled in the empty mirrored box.

You had wanted so bad to curse Jon out, a ‘fuck you’ had been on the edge of your tongue the entire time. And yet, when it came to it, you’d looked at him with shock, giving him exactly what he wanted. A reaction. And now that reaction was twisted in your stomach and in your head. Alone in the elevator, you were stuck with the echo of his words. You felt your own shoulders stiffen as your breathing got shallower. It felt like your lungs were full of smoke, and you struggled to suck in a solid breath.

The rest of the walk to your hotel room was a blur filled with self deprecation and a rolling tummy. Jon’s words stung. It wasn’t about whether or not it was true, you told yourself, it was about if it could be true.

Everyone’s worst nightmare is being unlovable, isn’t it? You joked in your head.

You bit your lip as you staggered down the carpeted hallway. You knew Michael felt for you, he obviously did, months of fucking and living together forced camaraderie. He wouldn’t have punched Jon if he didn’t. But he didn’t punch Jon cause he cared for you like that. You knew that. You knew that because you didn’t care for him like that. This was an objective relationship built around your shared pleasure. Michael and you were the same kind of fucked up.

You dragged your feet all the way to your door and let yourself in. The light to the small hallway was on, as were the lights in the rest of the suite. You footfalls slowed as you approached the opening to the rest of the room. Your heart stopped when you looked around the wall.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Michael leaned to see the rest of you as you stepped out from around the wall.

“Jesus Christ.” you pressed your hand to your chest, “You scared me!” Michael laughed at you, “What- how the fuck did you get in here?”

“Same as last time- husband card.” He held up the extra key card with your room number scribbled on it triumphantly.

You licked your lip, “Good for you.” you shrugged.

“So, how was it?”

You looked at Michael, the echo of Jon’s words still fresh in your head and decided not to stop yourself. With quick steps, you got to him and reached up, gripping his shoulders so you could boost yourself up into his arms.

“Hey-”

Before he could get out a word, you pressed your lips to his and licked his lower lip. His lips parted for you and his tongue met yours. Moaning into his mouth, you pushed his tongue away with your own so you could playfully pull at his lower lip with your teeth.

“What-”

You grunted against him and pressed your lips harder to his mouth, but Michael was quick to grip your ribs in his large hands and detach you from him. You landed on your feet in front of him with an angry huff.

“What’s gotten into you?” he caught his breath as he looked you up and down, “Dan told me you ran into-”

“Don’t say his name.” you growled as you stepped forward and pressed your hands to his chest, “Just- just-” You struggled to put your needs into words and dragged your hands down his body until you could curl your fingers around the bottom of his shirt, “Gimme.”

Michael huffed against your lips, and you could feel the way the corners of his mouth had pulled up. He found you so funny, so funny you could’ve cried. With an angry groan, you jumped back off of him.

“No, no, no!” You stomped your foot, to Michael’s endless amusement, “You do not get to do this.”

“What?” Michael smiles down at you condescendingly and you hate the way you can feel your nipples harden at his mocking tone, “You don’t like when I laugh at you?”

You growled and crossed your arms before dropping them again. Your fists tightened at your sides.

Michael took a step closer to you and looked down at you, that condescending smile that made you weak in the knees on his face, “You went a day without cock and now you wanna throw a fit?” Your face scrunched as Michael laughed, “You know I can only get our clothes off so fast. You can’t come in here and just jump me.”

You crossed your arms, and feel your face heat up. There was a growing pulse between your legs and you were embarrassed to say how close you were to begging. Fuck it.

“Please?”

Your legs shook with the force you consciously put into not dropping to your knees to nuzzle the firm bulge you knew he always had between his pant legs.

“Huh?” He huffed a laugh and reached out, quickly capturing your hair in his fist, “You miss me inside you?”

You whimpered and clenched your hands in his shirt. He had your head tilted back, his large hand fisted your hair at the base of your skull. He looked so controlled, his spine straight even as he looked down at you. But you knew better. He wanted you just as bad.

Taking a shaky breath, you straightened your fingers until your hands were flat against him before slowly sliding them down to his body. You dragged your nails over the ridges of his abdomen over his shirt, before you dug your thumbs into his Adonis belt. Michael’s breathing hitched as you dragged your digits under the waistband of his shorts and gently curled your fingers around his thickening length and heavy balls.

“Get on your knees.” he rasped.

You dropped fast, and took his clothes with you. Half hard, you eagerly took him in your mouth and sucked harder. Your suctioned lips pulled at his filling length as your tongue swirled around the weeping tip. Your hands kept busy. One fastened around the base of his cock, jerking him off, while the other lightly fondled his balls the way he liked.

“Look so pretty,” he mumbled, making you open your eyes as you looked up at him, “so pretty with your mouth full.” with a smirk he smacked the side of your face.

You sucked in a breath and let your mouth fall open, his cock falling from it to twitch in front of your face. A thread of spit connected his dick to your lips as you kept your tongue out. When Michael bent over, you stuck it out further. He spit into your mouth and hummed when you swallowed.

“Good girl.” he praised as he pulled you to your feet.

You quickly pulled your dress over your head and shoved your panties down your legs as you staggered over to the bed.

“Slow down.” Michael called behind you as you kicked your panties off your ankles.

You turned as you unclipped your bra, tossing it to land at his feet. When the back of your knees hit the bed, you let yourself fall back and lift your feet on to the edge. Your spread cunt called to him and he quickly took his place between your legs, his own clothes gone in the moment.

His eyes raked over your body, making you whimper. You obediently kept your arms at your sides, leaning up on your elbows as you watched him take you in. His eyes were still on your pussy when he reached out and groped your tits.

“Oh fuck.”

You gasped as Michael’s fingers squeezed around your budded nipple. It throbbed, yet at the same time you could barely feel it. He rolled it between his fingers before he bent over and put his mouth on it. He hummed and released it with a loud suck. When you saw the wet tip just below your chin, you leaned your chin down and blew on the wet skin, a shiver rippling through your body that had your walls squeezing shut.

“Love watching you clench shut.” He growled and dragged you straight off the bed.

You squeaked and as you were placed on your shoulders on the floor. In this position, your chest was pushed close to your face, and your legs were splayed open. Taking a hold of each ankle in each of his large hands, Michael squatted down and rubbed his hot length between your spread lips. You jerked your hips, sure that the hold he had you in would keep you in position, even as you whined. He panted over you and let go of one of your ankles. Still watching your pussy, he dipped his cock into your entrance before popping the tip back out. You cried out as he dipped himself back into your heated hole, and chuckled as the wet suck of your cunt tried to keep him in. When he finally looked you in the eyes, your own rolled back. He dipped in deep, filling you completely in the acrobatic position.

He reached down and cupped your tit, “Suck it.”

He shoved your tit towards your face, until the heated skin of your areola radiated under your chin. All the while he ground down into your pussy, not needing to thrust when his cock throbbed the way it was.

“Do it.” You looked up at him with big eyes as you ducked your chin, ignoring the sudden soreness in your neck, and wrapped your lips around your nipple. You sucked hard. “Good girl.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, the harsh suck around your sensitive nipple spread a heat through your body. You could feel your thighs tremble where they were splayed on each side of Michael’s hips. He still wasn’t moving, but his member laid inside you, hot and heavy, a wand of instant pleasure that pressed to every sweet spot you had at once. An ache built in the pit of your stomach as your chest heaved. You yelped and released your nipple with a pop when you felt a soft brush against your cheek. When you looked up, Michael grinned at you from above, his fingers rubbing your tear tracks into your skin.

“Oh, look at that, did you even know you were crying? You can’t help it can you?” Michael lowered himself until your loudly whined, the stretch of your opened hips and stretched pussy as he pressed all his body weight between your legs had begun too feel like too much. He lifted his hips and snapped them back down, “You stupid-“ thrust. “cockdrunk-“ thrust. “slut.”

You choked out a moan as he suddenly hauled you back on to the bed. The motion had you both groaning as you squeezed around him. You both panted and held eye contact as you caught your breath. Again, a smirk pulled at his mouth as he stood at the foot of the bed and threw your legs over his shoulders. Without another word, his pelvis snapped wildly against your ass. The loud slap of your skin echoed through the room, as the bed creaked noisily and the headboard knocked against the wall. Your cries entered the mix as your cheeks heated at the wet sound between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together against his stomach, your cunt squeezing and tensing with no rhythm around the thick cock you had begged for.

“You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” Michael’s cooed as you whimpered over and over, “Noooooo,” he dragged his hips in a circular motion before renewing his rough rhythm, “tell me.”

Your cheeks heated as a fresh wave of tears dripped down your face. You gasped when a loud crack reverberated through the room, one half of your ass stung with the force he put into it.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby.” He chuckled, “Daddy wants to take care of this sweet,” his hips snapped roughly forward again, “wet,” you gasped as you were scooted up the bed as he climbed into it while fucking you, “cunt and make you cum. But you gotta do as I say. You can do that can’t you?”

You babbled incoherently as he suddenly stilled, just to shove your legs open and drop back down between them. Chest to chest, he laid flat on top of you and renewed his rough pace, his hands on each side of your head, petting you as if he wasn’t splitting you open.

“When I have my-“ he grabbed your hair roughly to make you focus, “when I’m inside you, you listen to Daddy, yeah?” You nodded as quickly as your thighs shook, “You don’t let anyone in this cunt but Daddy, yeah?” He groaned when you nodded, “This Daddy’s pussy?” He suddenly pushed himself up so he could lean over you, “Tell Daddy you’re his.”

“Y-yours.” You stuttered out as your body began to feel weightless.

Michael groaned and ground himself against you until your hipbones pressed together. The heavy length inside you pulsed, and when it began to twitch and fill your hole with heat, you realized he was cumming. You twitched with each hard jet of cum that filled you. Michael didn’t move an inch, and stayed leaned over you, slack jawed with his eyes shut. You yelped when he unexpectedly pulled himself from you. He looked at you, his cock still hard and jutting out from his lap, covered in milky juices.

“Noooooo,” you groaned, leaning forward and reaching for it, “not fair.”

He slapped your hand away before he took it in his and shoved it against your gaping hole, “Do it yourself.”

You kept eye contact as you shoved three of your own smaller, slimmer fingers into your well used box. Your pussy clenched and tried desperately to quickly shrink back down to accommodate the new, smaller intrusion. You cried out in frustration as Michael crawled up beside you and watched the show with a knowing smirk.

“What?” He smirked, “You can’t get off without this?”

He hissed as he gingerly grabbed his length with two fingers to swing it. Even half hard, it was bigger than any combination of your own fingers.

You growled as the haze that usually filled your head when he was inside you subsided and your anger rose. You rolled on to your tummy and bent your knees open beneath you, lifting your hips off the bed. Your shoulder ached at the angle you were in and your hand cramped as you tried to curl your fingers to find your spot. You whined when your fingertips just brushed against it. You could hear Michael scoff, and when you looked up, he sat against the headboard, his cock hard and twitching between his outstretched legs. You stared at it, at every ridge and vein and traced the smears of your combined juices with your eyes as your walls squeezed around your tiny fingers. You could feel your pout, but when Michael started laughing, you felt your eyes water again.

“Just one more, baby.” He teased, “Then you can have me.”

#THIS TOOK SO LONG TO EDIT FUCK #I cut so much out so I could add more to the next chapter #ods #our dirty secret #w #hoe fairy #mi

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