Hot Laps (30 page)

I couldn’t see his face any longer but by the grunts and soft moans, I’d say I was
giving him what he wanted.

“Fuck, you really know how to give head,” he said in between gasps.

I like to pride myself in my dick sucking abilities. It’s an acquired artistic talent
of mine.

I was really getting into it. I was proud of this blow job. It could have been in
a fucking porno, it was that good of a display.

In the distance I could hear someone knocking on the door, beating on it actually,
but ignored them for the most part when I knew Jameson was outside. “Open the goddamn
door, Casten! Turn off the intercom!”

Casten stopped, but not for long, I don’t think he cared and smacked his hand against
the wall behind my head.

I paused, and he had something to say about that. “Don’t. Don’t fucking stop.” His
hands tangled in my hair again forcing himself back in my mouth.

I had no problems with that.

Before I could finish him off that way, he flipped me over and was entering me painfully
slow.

His hands smoothed over my ass and then over my hips to take a firm hold of me. Needing
it harder, I started to push back pounding myself against him. Taking my clue, he
moved faster pumping in and out of me in a fevered motion I needed.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him. “Oh, yeah, you like that daddy?
Fuck me, give it to me! Fuck me harder! Harder!”

I’m not sure Casten knew what to make of me acting like this but he kept pace.

It was all too much and I was moaning and screaming. I couldn’t take it anymore and
I fell back against the window when we both came down from our high, and noticed,
or heard for that matter, cheering.

Casten didn’t pay any attention and pulled his shorts back up and then helped me right
my dress. You could hear the cars on the track now and the announcer was banging on
the door. “Casten, get out here right now.”

Apparently, they’d had some kind of deal and I learned early on of Casten’s ability
to negotiate.

Taking me by the hand, we walked out and the cheering was louder. Way louder than
I would expect for what they called hot laps.

A tall man with a bald head and red cheeks met us outside the door. “You had the intercom
on.”

Turns out, they were screaming for what they’d heard.

Casten swallowed and then a huge smile took over. “I’d say they heard a good show,
pretty girl.”

I did the only thing appropriate…I bowed to the crowd.

Jameson and Sway were standing there, arms crossed staring at us when Jameson fixated
on Casten. He surprisingly didn’t say anything and walked away shaking his head.

Casten kissed my cheek quickly and then jogged to catch up with his father leaving
me to walk with Sway.

“What did you hear?” I asked Sway, who couldn’t help but laugh at my expression.

“It cut off after you asked my son if he wanted to fuck your mouth like a …” she paused,
“and then it cut off …
thankfully
.”

I’m glad he hit that button when he fell forward.
I thought to myself.

Have you ever had one of those moments in your life when you wished you could reverse
time and take back what just happened?

While I didn’t want to take back that amazing sex, I wished my head wouldn’t have
hit that button on the desk.

Sway didn’t seem upset, and instead, swung her arm around me. “We used to do it against
those billboards out there behind the track,” she squeezed tighter. “No judging here.
No judging
.”

I had an amazing night at the races and an even better night once we were inside our
tent that night.

When I woke up the next morning it was hot, humid and I was incredibly sore. I felt
like the room was spinning or I was spinning. It almost reminded me of a seasick feeling
like the time my uncle Tate took me and Haley out in the Atlantic Ocean on his boat
one summer. I puked all over him and his boat, and was never invited back.

The rocking motion I felt now was similar.

It wasn’t a good feeling either. And something was sucking on my toe. Something wet
and slimy. It wasn’t painful and I gathered it wasn’t my bandaged snake-bitten toe.
Thank God for that. Casten accidently touched it last night I nearly broke his hand.

My brain felt sluggish. Like everything was catching up with me. Then again, I was
bitten by a coral snake the other day. Of course I didn’t feel well.

Based on the jelly feel of my body, I gathered it might have something to do with
all the sex I’ve had over the last week. Not that I regretted it at all.

In fact, I was happy to be having sex with one guy.

On the other hand, as I thought about maybe rolling over and attacking him, for the
first time in the last two weeks, I didn’t want to have sex this morning so I wasn’t
all that pleased with him sucking on me. Maybe it was my snake bite or maybe it was
the soreness from yesterday and that damn announcer’s booth.

Either way, I didn’t want to be having sucking of any kind occurring. My breathing
was shallow but my mind was racing.

Trying to kick Casten away from my foot, I groaned. “Stop. I don’t like my feet messed
with.”

I felt wetness all around us. This wasn’t my first tent camping trip so I understood
waking up and feeling wet. Granted, this seemed a little much.

Casten groaned, his arm flopping over my chest and taking the wind from my lungs.
“I’m not messing with your feet.”

“Well then, who is?” I opened my eyes, brightness assaulted me immediately. “Tommy
that better not be you.”

Sunlight was everywhere. Rubbing my eyes, bugs scattered and there was a faint mist
around us. In the distance, that sounded much closer than I remembered the lake being,
was near our campsite. I could hear the rumblings of jet boats and the slap as they
sped through the water.

I blinked as water sprayed my face. It felt like there must have been condensation
inside the tent. Probably from all our heavy breathing once we were inside.

Ah, the memories.

As I looked around, it was awfully bright. Like
really
bright. I know I said that already but it was as if we weren’t even inside a tent.

Had we opened the vent flap of the tent last night?

I didn’t recall doing that. Maybe Casten had to let some air in.

Just as I was about to ask him I sat up to see what was on my toe and wanting desperately
for it to actually be Tommy so I could kick the orange headed fucker in the face.

When I sat up, I was shocked as shit to see where I was.

After the last few weeks, hell, after the last two days, you would think nothing with
the Riley family would have surprised me. I was wrong.

Last night we’d fallen asleep in the tent.

Well, this morning, were we in that tent?

No. Fuck no.

We were floating in the middle of the goddamn lake on our inflatable mattress. My
foot, not the one with the snake bit, had fallen over the side of the mattress and
into the water. As I lifted my foot a fucking fish was attached to it sucking for
all it was worth.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I flung my leg over the side back on the mattress.
The fish let go mid-air, landed on Casten’s chest and then flopped in his face for
a second and then fell back in the water.

Casten, who screamed a sound similar to Abigale, jumped, rolled just an inch and landed
in the lake with the fish.

Legs and arms flailed around as he fought to keep himself from going under. Didn’t
help. His legs were tangled around a sheet that had gone under with him. When he disappeared
under the water, I thought about helping.

Did I offer to help?

No. He let that goddamn snake chew on my toe. Fuck him. Drown for all I care.

That’s a dipshit thing to say Hayden.

Alright, I didn’t want him to drown. With a heavy sigh and rolling eyes, I reached
over the mattress and extended my hand to him.

He didn’t take it but instead threw the wet sheet on me soaking me.

Now we were both soaked.

“Will you just calm down,” I said, glaring. Pushing the sheet away I helped him get
back on the mattress and we assessed the situation calmly.

Bullshit
.

With all his flopping around he flipped the mattress over and I went head first into
the water.

“What the fuck happened?” Casten looked to me for an answer, as if I had something
to do with it. “How’d we get in the lake?”

“How do you think, asshole?” I dunked his head under water and then grabbed for the
mattress. “Your stupid family probably, whose mission in life is fucking with people!”

He ran his hands through his hair, tiny droplets ran down his forehead. Raising his
right hand he swept it over his face to push the water from his eyes.

As he treaded water, we both looked around the lake trying to place exactly where
we were. Two boats were about a half-mile away, pointing at us. I’m sure if we were
closer we could have heard their laughter.

With a little push from Casten, I got back on the mattress.

“Jesus, we’re like a mile down the lake.” Casten squinted to the East where our campsite
was. “I’m gonna kick Tommy’s ass for this one.”

With one hand on the raft and the other keeping himself afloat, Casten guided the
mattress toward the shore and heading for the thick red clay that was about two hundred
feet away. “Tommy is a dick and crossed the line this time.”

“I would say he crossed the line with the snake.” I gestured to my bandaged toe. “Don’t
you think?”

He shrugged taking a mouth full of water when his hand slipped off the raft. He then
spit it at me.

“Use your arms, Hayden.” I tried. I was trying. “No,” he said, complaining that my
arms were not performing as well as oars would. “Not like that. You’re not helping.”

“Fine. I won’t help at all.” And then I sat back and relaxed and let him do all the
work.

Once we were on land there was the dilemma of how exactly we were going to get back
to the campsite.

Leaving the pillows and blankets on the shore, Casten let the air out of the mattress
and made me carry it, and then he carried me. Why we couldn’t just leave it with the
blankets didn’t make much sense to me until he informed me that mattress was his mom’s
and he wasn’t about to leave it.

We had to climb up an embankment, and it took a lot longer than necessary because
Casten was giving me a piggyback ride and kept stopping because he would feel things
crawling across his feet.

Part of me hoped one of those water snakes would have bitten him. Not that I wanted
him to die or anything, or have to get that horrible shot in the ass. I just wanted
him to stop complaining.

When he set me down and started wiggling around as we reached the road, it made me
laugh harder than what I was before. I was laughing hysterically and then began laughing
even harder that this was that funny to me.

Hunched over clutching my stomach, I did my best to stand up on my two feet but the
fact that animals scared him so much was highly entertaining. He was a pussy when
it came to nature.

“Why is this so humorous to you?” he asked, grunting and fumbling around with the
mattress as he carried the deflated mess with us over his shoulders.

“Sorry,” I said, biting down on my lip to keep from laughing again. “How are we going
to get back?”

“We walk,” he said, and looked at me limping. “Or, I guess I walk.”

After a half-mile, we realized that on the lake we may have been a mile away. On the
roads, it was like five miles.

Casten wasn’t willing to give me a piggyback ride for five miles so we stopped and
assessed the situation.

We had no other choice but to hitch hike back to the camp.

I wasn’t exactly that heavy but the air mattress tagging along was a little difficult.