Be All, End All

Race Wars.

Every racer made sure to make the annual event, no matter how far you had to travel or what it cost. The team was no different.

The week leading up to it was a time to do maintenance and detailing to the cars. Any changes had to be tested, so nearly every night they’d find somewhere to do a few quarters. The excitement was constantly building, causing the boys to behave a little wild.

Money had to be saved. Couldn’t go without a roll in your pocket to bet with. So besides spending every extra minute on their own cars, they worked as much as possible, raking in the dough. Demands for cars to be finished in time helped them with their own goals.

An easy peace held within the team, or maybe they were all just too busy to care. Darynn felt like she was getting more attention, but it was the silent kind. She’d look up from whatever she was doing to find one of the guys looking at her. It bothered her most when it was Dom. He hadn’t said anything about what had happened the night Rome had left and she left it at that. What was there to say?

Palmdale was more than three hours from the garage. Darynn made the trip three times before the day. Once to tow Dom’s RV, once to take hers, and once to tow her car. She really didn’t need her truck for the event, but it was a laugh to see the Monster next to the small street cars.

No fun just sitting. As the racers began filling the desert with their machines Darynn was joy riding in the back forty. It got a lot of attention, of course, but with Dom as a passenger for one of the first time is was well worth it. She couldn’t wipe the grin off her face for hours.


Darynn’s heel dug into the cushion of the narrow couch. She gasped and dropped her head back, hitting it against the wall, but ignored the discomfort. She bit her lip to keep from moaning any louder. All around her was sound, surely enough to drown out any sounds from her RV, but there was still that chance.

She pushed the realistic shaped, oddly colored tool deeper, moaning as she did. Her other hand rubbed freely. Around the penetrating vibrator, across her lubed skin, a double stroke over her exposed asshole before it headed north to tease swollen pussy lips and a very sensitive clit.

Her jacking rhythm was starting to wear out her arm. Just a little bit longer… She was close.

Sunlight suddenly filled her vision, blinding her and stunning her into stillness. The startling light had her grabbing for a nearby pillow to cover herself. The door closed, casting her back into shadowy darkness and she was left facing a very attentive Dominic.

“Getting ready for the races?”

His sardonic tone filled her ears as her legs squeezed together on the still buried tool and her hand. Her other hand tugged at the pillow to make sure she was fully covered.

He held his hands out in a placating gesture. “No, don’t stop on account of me.”

His cocky smile would have been seriously attractive if she weren’t busy being humiliated.

“You could fucking knock, Dom!”

He glanced back at the door and then took a step away from it, making it clear that he had no intention of fleeing. “You could’ve locked the door.”

“I thought I did. Now get the fuck out.”

She could feel his eyes on her, scanning bare legs and hips. He couldn’t see much. No more than when she’d worn shorts around him.

“Do you normally masturbate before races?”

Darynn blinked in disbelief. He was serious! Not the mocking sarcasm she was used to, but an honest question. She just wanted him to leave and he wanted to discuss masturbation customs? “Don’t you?” she asked defensively.

He sat in the chair across from her, settling back and folding his hands together over his belly. After a considering nod he said, “Yeah, but I’m a guy.”

“So?”

This seemed to stupefy him as it had every male since the beginning of time. “It’s just not as common for women to masturbate.”

Darynn sighed. GREAT!!! Just fucking great! She was still grasping the end of a softly humming vibrator while the lube started to dry. Talking to him at all was disturbing. “Says who? Men? Just because we don’t yank it five times a day doesn’t mean we don’t at all. We just don’t do it in front of you.”

“And why is that? I’d enjoy watching a woman get herself off.”

Darynn smiled. She was getting into this. “Unless a woman is into men watching her, I think she’d rather be alone.”

A raised brow and a hand slid lower, readjusting a prominent swelling in his pants.

Darynn’s eyes rose to meet his. “For that reason right there. If we’re doin’ ourself, there’s no chance you wouldn’t be too. But once that thing’s out everything changes. Men think ‘If there’s a hand on my dick and she’s here, might as well be hers’. Then following that is ‘Well, if she’s gonna use her hand, she’s got three perfectly good orifices that would be better’.”

Dom laughed softly, but she could see he wasn’t about to deny her assertion. He readjusted himself. “So a guy can’t just sit and watch is what you’re sayin’.”

Darynn smiled, not ignorant to the hidden meaning of the conversation. They each had a hand on their crotch, after all. “Yeah, that’s about it.”

He was silent for a minute, his eyes never leaving her. The sounds outside were a constant, a holler here or a revving engine there, but mostly all melting together and meaningless.

“I can do it.”

She’d expected it, but it didn’t change her reaction. His dark eyes had become darker behind half-open lids. The heat of the trailer seemed thicker. The distance between them appeared less. His wide bronze chest rose and fell faster. At his words a spark of excitement came to life in her. Her breaths came more rapid. Her skin flushed. And her body flexed, moving the vibrator within her and causing the sound to change audibly.

His eyes dropped, not missing the sound.

Darynn didn’t know what to say. She should order him to leave. She knew if she was adamant enough he would obey. It was Dom, after all. But she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

“You’re already started. I’m gonna have to catch up.”

Their gaze never broke and she knew that if she said even one word he would stop. No words came and his big hands slowly undid his pants. Without literally looking she could see what he was doing, could hear the sounds.

His face changed that tiny little bit and she knew he’d freed himself totally. Uncontrollably her eyes dropped to watch him. One of those strong hands that she’d been dreaming about was now wrapped around his hard dick. His other thumb was hooked in his fly, pulling it down to free his sac as well.

He was bigger than she’d guessed, and she’d guessed plenty. Nine inches or so of smooth veined flesh. The darker head was repeatedly hidden from her as he stroked himself. The loose skin stretched over his thickness each time he slid his hand to the base and changed direction. Without thought Darynn’s fingers pressed the replica of the body part she was staring at deeper into her.

Her eyes returned to his. Were they really doing this? For weeks, months they’d danced around the subject. The kisses had been a taste, but not like this. So far they hadn’t crossed the line of no return. This was surely crossing it.

At first she moved slowly, almost not wanting him to see that she was. The sound of her toy gave her away and the soft accepting look in his eyes was nearly her undoing.

“Move the pillow.”

Just a whisper, but she shivered like he’d touched her. Reluctantly she did move it. As expected his eyes dropped to her newly exposed flesh.

“Spread your legs.”

Darynn’s eyes closed as her stomach clenched. Oh, god! He wasn’t touching her, and had no intention to, but she was still turned on more than she could remember being. Just him watching her was making her ache.

Slowly she did as he ordered, refusing to look at him, not wanting to see him watching her. She could hear him. Flesh against flesh. It wasn’t as loud as the sounds her ministrations were making, but it was definitely more significant.

“Look at me.”

Darynn actually groaned. Embarrassment. That’s what she was telling herself was keeping her from looking at him, but in truth she knew it was more than that. Or maybe not. Was it the mortification that was arousing her?

“Rynn.”

She lifted her head and opened her eyes, then gasped as her body reacted to seeing him before her. Her passage flexed, tightening around her toy and she responded by shoving it deeper still.

He was still moving at a slow pace, not seeming to be in any hurry to end this. Or he was waiting for her to finish so she could watch him fully.

“You were touching yourself when I came in. Use both hands.”

Darynn’s eyes rolled and she groaned. She was getting close.

She was panting, her hand moving of it’s own violation, shoving the vibrator into her again and again, faster and faster.

“Do it,” he murmured, his soft voice stimulating.

She did. The drying lube on her free hand became instantly slick again when it touched her seeping juices. She moaned and rocked her head back.

“Look at me, Rynn. Don’t stop.”

With an effort she raised her head to look at him. She moaned, slowly understanding that she loved having him watch her. It was a form of torture that couldn’t be described. Her head tilted, and she continually forgot to look at him. Each time their eyes met again she felt a very real impact.

Finally she couldn’t take it anymore, giving up on looking at him or even caring that he was there. Her hand frantically buried the hard-to-hold vibrator into her while her other hand rubbed over and over. Her back arched, her feet came off the floor and she cried out as she came harder than she ever had by herself.

Like usual she was quick to recover. A solo orgasm just couldn’t measure up to the ones a partner could give. Mostly it just took the edge off while making her feel ravenous. She’d always described the feeling as ‘wanting something in my mouth’.

Their deal kept her from attacking him, but the afterglow had erased her discomfort. A towel she had nearby got wrapped around her goopy vibrator. She wiped her hands off as much as possible, then she leaned back and crossed her ankles before her.

“Your turn.”

A soft growl came from him. His hand never stopped moving on his dick, not enough to get him off she knew, but was doing a great job of keeping him hard, if the view hadn’t.

“This is the test part. Each of us knows we could get off better with the other’s help.”

“If you knew that why didn’t you let me help?”

Darynn smiled, “Are we forgetting the lesson here? I didn’t say women wouldn’t like getting help. I said the reason we don’t have more simultaneous masturbation is because it’s difficult to not ask for help. You said you could do it. Now, do it.”

He wasn’t smiling now. Darynn was. She was actually enjoying herself. Thought he could just say anything to get the ball rolling and then take advantage afterward, huh?

Still he was just barely stroking himself.

“Come on, Dom, let’s see it. Did you need some of my lube?”

His smile wasn’t sincere, but he increased his pace. “Only if you put it on.”

Darynn smiled, but didn’t say anything. His comment brought the reality into focus, or just ruined her afterglow. This was Dom! And he was sitting in her trailer jerking off in front of her!

She forced away the awkwardness. There was no way things would be the same after this and she would only go forward with her head held high.

“So how many times do you get yourself off a day?”

He regarded her silently for a moment. She could literally see the wheels turning in his head. Arrogance won out over whatever other response was considered. “You mean when I don’t have someone else do it for me?”

She nodded, “You don’t keep anyone steady. So unless you’re paying for it, you’re jerking it alone most of the time. So how often?”

“I don’t pay for shit, little girl.”

Darynn smiled, “Maybe not with money, but you pay.”

“You know so much, huh?”

“I know the only chicks hangin’ around this team are all whores. They might not be charging by the hour, but they’re gettin’ more than a screw, and that’s not counting the STD’s.”

“Fuck you. I’m clean,” he snapped.

He was getting pissed, which was kind of funny. It wasn’t uncommon for them all to sit around insulting each other in one way or another. Having his dick in his hand while she was doing it must be making him a little more sensitive. She smiled, but managed to control the outright laughter. And by result he was stroking himself faster.

“How do you know? You’ve had that dick in so much snatch I’m surprised it hasn’t rotted off.”

He growled at her, “Shut up.”

Darynn couldn’t stop herself now. She sat forward. “What’s the matter, Dom? Scared you’re gonna lose your little buddy? You shoulda been thinkin’ of that before.”

“Like you got room to talk.”

She did laugh this time, and stood, “Oh, that hurts, Dom. I’m not the one traipsing giggly girls to my room every other night. Can you remember their names? Do you even know them when you’re bangin’ ‘em?”

“Shut the fuck up.”
His hand was jerking roughly now and she could see his upper body tensing. He was getting close.

“Shut up? Good defense. But then you don’t really have one, do you?”

He leaned back and groaned, his hand flying over his dick suddenly slowed and she watched his cum fly out to stain his shirt in long jets that made her still slick center weep unconsciously.

Darynn watched and waited, suddenly doubting the wisdom of goading him.

He squeezed the head, forcing a dribble more of cum out and then he was looking up at her. Darynn licked her lips anxiously, her eyes lifting to his.

He stood before her, filling her vision, invading her space. Hands gripped her, controlled her. The worn material of his jeans pressed against her naked thighs. Wet heat pressed to her bared lower belly and she gasped into his descending mouth.

Aggressive. Forceful. Brutal. Merciless. She had no choice in the matter of this kiss and didn’t want any. He took her. Not with his body as they had both proved they could do on their own, but with his mouth. She was helpless and loving it. He didn’t hurt her, but was making it clear that he could. She reveled in his strength, in his arousal, and in her own.

After endless minutes he stepped back, wiping his lower lip and smiling at her. She was breathless and none too steady. He took another step back and his hands dropped to button himself in. A half turn towards the door and he stopped. She watched him strip his soiled wifebeater over his head.

He held it out to her and gave her his cockiest smile. “I’ll get a new shirt. See you on the blacktop.”

Darynn was left holding his shirt and staring after that glorious back. She wasn’t the only one watching it as he weaved through the crowds to his own trailer.