18 Holes and a Side of Pool

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Summary: Jeff and Jimmie attend Rick Hendrick's Celebrity Golf Tournament..

AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon/Jimmie Johnson, Jeff POV
CATEGORY: Smut
DISCLAIMER: If I knew/owned them, I wouldn’t be writing this stuff. It’s called fiction for a reason. I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one’s for mah Ashlev, who demanded this be in her inbox before she got home from work. The whole idea came from those pictures of Rick Hendrick’s Golf Tournament on JeffGordonNetwork.com.
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It’s been a long day. A long, LONG day. Between eighteen holes of golf, talks with sponsors, and Jimmie constantly making me want to come in my pants, I’m ready to collapse. To think that when Rick invited us to his golf tournament I thought we’d have a nice, relaxing day. I was way off.

After only our second hole, Jimmie had me so worked up I couldn’t even remember how to hold my club. Every time I looked over at him he was stroking his club and looking back at me with THAT look on his face--that intense gaze that told me how badly he wanted me. His eyes were so dark and hazy with lust that they looked black. That is, on the rare occasion that he actually took his sunglasses off.

At one point, probably on the sixth or seventh hole, I’d actually dropped my club when I glanced over at him and caught him adjusting himself so his boner wouldn’t be so noticeable in his khakis. He’d smirked and laughed along with the two other guys we were playing with. Then he shocked the hell out of me when he bent down and grabbed my club (giving me a nice shot of his perfectly rounded ass) and handed it to me before cozying up behind me, his hands on my arms as he insisted on “teaching me how to hold and properly swing” a club. The other guys snickered as Jimmie pressed against me, bending me forward into the “proper putting position”. They had no way of knowing that his cock was pressing against me seductively and it was turning me on to a painful degree.

By the twelfth hole, I’d had enough of his teasing and started fighting back. When no one was looking, I’d brush my hand over the bulge in his pants and smirk as he held in a moan. I’d lean over him to grab my clubs and I could feel him stiffen as I came near him. Once we’d reached the seventeenth hole, we were both fighting to look normal and our games had gone to shit. I was 98 over par, and he wasn’t far behind me. The guys we were playing with had no idea what was going on.

When Jimmie caught sight of a bathroom near the eighteenth hole, he’d shot me a meaningful look before proclaiming that he had to take a leak, and ran off. I waited a few moments before following suit, telling the guys to go on without me, that I’d meet them back at the clubhouse.

Jimmie was waiting for me when I entered the bathroom. His ball cap and sunglasses were on the counter that he was leaning on, his arms crossed over his chest and his pants tenting out a great deal. Before I could get a word out, he grabbed the front of my shirt and dragged me into the handicap stall. I stumbled in after him, falling against him as he leaned against the wall, kissing him roughly as my hands moved down to fumble with his belt and the zipper of his pants. No sooner did I get them open than he pushed down on my shoulders, urging me to my knees. I quickly obliged him, tugging his pants and boxers down far enough to free his fully hard erection.

Less than ten minutes later, we’d managed to make it look like I hadn’t just sucked his dick in the bathroom and we made our way back to the clubhouse. I was still hard and extremely aroused, but the smirk on his face told me whatever he had in mine would be worth the wait.

Now here we are in what’s probably the only empty room in the clubhouse, with the doors locked and the curtains drawn shut. There’s a lone pool table in the middle of the room and my heart rate speeds up at the sight of it. Did I ever tell him how badly I wanted him to fuck me on a pool table?

I don’t have time to think about it as he kisses me, his lips trailing kisses of liquid fire along my neck and jaw line. He runs his hands down my sides as he grinds his hips against mine and I gasp, throwing my head back in pleasure as he starts to undo my now all-too-constricting pants. He pushes them down over my waist, along with my boxers, stopping when they reach my knees. He turns me around and pushes me forward against the table and I gasp in surprise. I hear him undo his pants and the telltale sounds of him popping open a bottle of lube. He planned this, the little bastard!

Before I can call him on it, I feel him slide a slicked finger down my spine and a shiver runs through me. He pushes me forward, a hand pressed firmly on my back as he slides first one, then a second finger into me, teasing me. I bite down on my lip and put more of my weight on my hands, sprawling out against the side of the table as he pulls his fingers from me and I feel the head of his cock replace them.

“Oh god…,” It’s all I can manage to get out as he thrusts into me in one fluid motion. I press back against him shamelessly as he pushes me forward, pinning me against the pool table. He wastes no time, pumping in and out of me at a frenzied pace, each thrust hard and demanding, brushing against that spot he knows so well deep inside me.

I drag my nails across the table and tremble beneath him as he continues to fuck me. My cock is throbbing between my legs and I want so badly for him to take me in his hand and stroke me, to make me come like only he can.

“Jimmie…Jimmie please…,” I press back against him, whimpering as he leans forward to nip at my shoulder.

“Please what?” He practically growls in my ear, his voice husky and lust-filled.

“Touch me,” I moan as he speeds up, “Make me come, Jimmie….”

He wraps an arm around my waist, pressing his hand against my lower abs, and my muscles flutter under his touch. He wraps his other arm around my chest and pulls me upright, thrusting into me even deeper and I have to bite down on my hand to keep from screaming as he bites my earlobe.

“Do it, Jeff. Touch yourself. I want to watch you make yourself come,” he growls in my ear.

I can’t deny him when he talks to me like this; or when my cock’s throbbing like it is. I reach down and take my shaft in my hand, stroking myself in time with his thrusts. It isn’t long before my breath catches in my throat and my entire body tenses. Jimmie bites down hard on my neck as he comes with me, his hand suddenly closing over mine, forcing me to stroke myself faster as my release washes over me, and my seed sprays over both our hands. He shudders against me before leaning forward, sending me over the table again.

After several moments I feel my pulse slow down to a normal speed and he pulls himself from me slowly, reluctantly. We gather ourselves together and make sure not a trace of our encounter is left behind before slipping out of the room and back to the function at hand.

I can’t believe we just had sex on a pool table in the clubhouse of Rick’s Country Club.

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