Page 91 of Jackrabbit

Colt shook, forehead pressed against the metal wall. "Beau—please—I need—”

“No.” Beau pulled back and tucked himself away, pressed his thumb into the mess he'd made and smeared it across the lace—deliberate, claiming. Colt shuddered, a broken sound escaping his throat.

Then Beau pulled a clean rag out of the box by their feet and wiped Colt’s back, down his cheek where the cum had slid down below the underwear. “You wanted me to play, Colt. You get what you ask for.”

The strangled noise Colt made as Beau pulled up Colt’s shorts made Beau want to smirk. “You're really gonna make me drive like this?”

“Yep.” Beau stepped back and folded the rag. Tucked it in his pocket and turned Colt around.

Wrecked. Colt was absolutely wrecked, his pupils blown, cheeks pink, sweat dripping down his neck. A goddamn vision. Beau wished he could take a picture.

“You're an asshole.” Said with a grin bordering on manic as Colt ran a hand through his damp hair with a disbelieving bark of laughter. "Sadist."

Beau reached out and zipped Colt's suit back up, slow and deliberate, his knuckles brushing Colt's cock through the fabric just to watch him flinch. "You like it.”

“For the record—” Colt pressed the heel of his hand against his straining length and winced as he followed Beau to the hauler door. “I believe what I asked for was to be fucked to within an inch of my life. Just sayin’.”

Beau stepped aside to let Colt pass and patted his ass twice. “Ten laps, Rourke. Make ‘em count.”

Colt shifted restlessly, but hopped down from the hauler anyway. “Yes, sir.”

Satisfaction curled in Beau’s gut as he watched Colt gather his gear, hard and probably leaking against those panties, butdoing as he was toldanyway. By the time he was sliding back into the car, Beau was simmering with arousal his body couldn’t do anything with yet.

***

There was cum drying on Colt’s underwear.

Beau’s cum.

Beau had just used Colt like a fucking sex toy and sent him out to drive, and Colt was going to come in his suit with just the right stimulation. Or hecould, at least, though he knew Beau didn't want him to. So he wouldn't. And wasn't that just a fucked up motivator to keep a lid on it?

The car rumbled underneath him, the panties pushed relentlessly against his aching cock, and he tried not to squirm. As he dumped the clutch and screamed out of the pits, he remembered Beau’s hands, that rough shove into the side of the hauler, that moment where he'd thought he was going to get to participatefinally. The walls were nothing but blurs, going by too fast for him to get a proper look at, and all he could hear was the echo of Beau's ragged, panting groans.

He dove into turn one way too late, his car rewarding him with a violent, scrubbing screech as the tires lost their grip and slid across the asphalt.

Shit.

“Boy, what the hell was that?”Beau didn't sound surprised, his voice that lazy drawl that made Colt either want to fuck him or fight him.

Little of both at the moment.

He gritted his teeth, his arms protesting the pull of the wheel as it snapped back, the mess Beau had left itching as it dried against his lower back. “Fuck you.”

“Not if you're gonna drive like that after.”

Oh, that's how they were gonna play, huh? Fine. Fucking fine. Beau wanted to rile Colt up and send him back out and prove something?

Colt’s hands steadied on the wheel, and he took a long breath. He was still horny, still wanting, still frustrated and low-key getting pissed—but the world narrowed until he could see the cracks in the gray of the walls, like time had slowed even though he was pushing the throttle. He entered the apex late, braked later, aiming the nose straight at the wall instead of taking the U.

“Colt, what the fuck—”

“Shh. Watch this.”

He snapped the nose toward the infield and was flung hard to the side as the car rotated on a dime, the tires biting. He laid on the throttle inches from the wall, launched himself down the straight like a slingshot, and grinned as he was slammed back against the seat.

“Colt—”

“You watching, baby?” he asked. “‘Cause I'm not done yet.”