I Bet You

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Summary: Junior and Jimmie settle a bet after the Texas race.

AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Jimmie Johnson, Dale Jr POV
CATEGORY: Pure Smut!
DISCLAIMER: 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. ;-)
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9th place. Not too bad. Not great, either, but not bad. It’s better than we’ve done all season. It’s nowhere near as good as I know we can do, but at this point I’ll take what I can get. I would have liked to finish in the top 5, but for now I’ll settle for top 10. Barely top 10, but it’s better than nothing. I don’t think I’d have liked to wear that stupid cowboy hat anyway. I always end up looking like a complete dweeb in it. I can remember this one time when my dad won at Texas and he put that hat on my head because he knew how stupid he’d look in it. At the time I thought I looked cooler than everyone on the planet. Of course, that was until the next day when I saw a picture of myself, looking like a space monkey from planet Rodeo.

Then he walks over to me, a smug grin on his face. He finished 3rd today and I know what that means. It means I have to make good on that bet we made during qualifying. I told him that if he managed to finish ahead of me, I’d suck his dick. God, and by the look on his face, he’s not going to let me get away without fulfilling it. I’m so dead. This is what I get for being cocky; Jimmie’s dick in my mouth.

…Not like I mind.

“Well, Junior?” He arches an eyebrow at me, that smug grin turning into a cocky smile.

I lean back against the pit wall and try to act nonchalant, “Well what?”

“Oh, you know what.” He moves in dangerously close to me and sneaks a hand out to press against the almost noticeable bulge in my firesuit, “and if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll reward you.”

My heart skips a beat and I gulp loudly, as I try to contain my composure, “I-I….”

He smirks and steps back, “Ready?”

I nod and follow him as he heads off in the direction of the motor coach lot. His hips shift as he walks, and I can see that perfect ass of his flexing slightly beneath his firesuit. I can’t wait to get him out of it.

We reach his coach and he wastes no time in pulling me on, slamming the door shut, and shoving me against the nearest wall. Before I can even react he’s kissing me roughly, his tongue sliding past my lips and his hand returns to my crotch, teasingly groping me. I moan against him, my fingers tangling in his hair, and just when I think I might melt into him, he pulls back and raises an eyebrow.

“I believe you’re supposed to be sucking my dick, Junior.”

I can feel myself getting harder at the force in his voice. He’s so unbelievably sexy when he knows he’s going to get exactly what he wants. He’s even sexier when he looks at me like he is right now, his eyes hazed over with lust, cheeks flushed slightly, and a huge tent in his firesuit.

Without much thought, I’m down on my knees in front of him as he leans back against the kitchen counter. I hook my fingers into the waist of his firesuit and tug it down with his boxers, all the way to his ankles in one quick motion. He gasps a little as the cool air in the coach hits his erection, and I smirk to myself, knowing just how sensitive he is. I lean forward and tease him for a few moments, snaking my tongue along his shaft slowly. He moans deep in his throat and I feel him grab onto handfuls of my hair as he suppresses the urge to buck his hips forward and force himself down my throat.

Slowly, I start to take him in, sucking just enough to leave him moaning and gasping for more. I take as much of him in as I can, which is almost his entire length, and start sucking harder, reveling in his frantic little whimpers and the way he digs his fingers into my scalp. He’s always like this after a race. I don’t know what it is about racing, but it always makes him overly sensitive and aroused. It’s a complete turn-on.

“Junior…Junior please,” he begs me in a whiney moan, and I want to devour him whole.

Hell, I almost do. He gasps and lets out a strangled cry and his head falls back as I start sucking him hard, bobbing my head quickly. He lets go of my hair and clutches the counter behind him as I continue sucking and bobbing, grazing my teeth against him lightly, in all the places I know he loves. I’m rewarded with another moan and his hips snap forward as I suck especially hard on his head, swirling my tongue around it a few times before deep throating him.

“Oh, FUCK. Dale…Dale….” His hands are in my hair again and I slow down as I feel him tense and he starts to thrust his hips forward as he comes, his release spraying into my mouth and down my throat. I moan softly, sucking him harder, milking him for all he’s worth until I feel him start to relax under me. I lean back on my heals, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand as I glance up at him and smirk softly at the look on his face which practically screams, “I’m spent.”

I stand back up in front of him and he takes a step forward, or attempts to. Forgetting that his firesuit and boxers are around his ankles, he stumbles forward into me and we both go tumbling to the ground. He lands on top of me and I grunt as his elbow digs into one of my ribs and his knee just misses grazing my balls. He gives me a sheepish grin and it’s all I can do not to roll him over and fuck him senseless.

“Christ Jimmie, eat a couple more bags of Potato Chips, will ya?”

“Sorry.” He blushes a little, knowing full well that I’m only teasing him.

“I think you need to make it up to me.”

He smirks, “Do I?”

“I distinctly remember you saying that if I did a good job, you’d reward me. And considering we’re laying on the ground and you’re a panting mess, I’d say I did a damn good job.”

“Hmm…I think you might be right….” He rolls onto his back and sits up so he can pull his clothes off, preventing any repeats of our wonderful little tumble. Once he’s completely undressed, he tugs on my clothes, making quick work of adding them to the pile of dirty laundry on the floor.

Before I can say a word, he climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. He kisses me softly and then slowly starts to lower himself over my shaft and I gasp loudly, my hands digging into his calves. In the dozen or so times that we’ve had sex, he’s never once been this dominant and it’s turning me on even more. I see his face scrunch up a little at the inevitable pain from not having prepared himself and I go to protest but he puts a finger to my lips to silence me. I bite my lip gently as he lowers himself all the way and continue to watch him intently as he gives himself a moment to adjust.

After a moment he starts to grind his hips against mine, and I gasp at the feel of him moving against me like this. He slowly begins raising and lowering himself against me and I press my head back into the floor. He’s incredibly tight and being inside of him is driving me insane. I can already feel myself starting to tense up and I try my damndest to hold back, wanting this to last, but at the same time wanting nothing more than to pummel him.

“Oh fuck, Jimmie, please.” I can’t take this slow torture anymore and he knows it, so he continues to do it. I dig my nails into his skin and try to lift my hips up but he pins me down and I groan in protest.

“Hey, you lost the bet…you pay the price….” He whispers huskily into my ear as he lowers himself onto me again.

“C’mon Jimmie…I’m begging you,” I plead, hating the sound of my whining voice. I meet his eyes and stick out my bottom lip, “PLEASE.”

He sits up and in one swift movement raises up off of me and drops back down, practically impaling himself on me and I cry out, my hips lifting up off the floor to meet him. My heels dig into the floor as I continue rocking my hips up against him as he rides me, and my body tenses more.

“Oh fuck, oh Christ….” I squeeze my eyes shut and bite down on my lip hard as I moan loudly, clinging to him for dear life as my orgasm builds up, and I can feel myself start to go over.

“Dale…I’m gonna…I’m so close….” He braces himself against my chest as he rides me harder and I slide a hand between us to stroke him quickly, wanting him to come again. He gasps and moans loudly and starts to grind himself against me as he thrusts against my hand and in less than a second he’s coming, his release spraying over my hand and onto my stomach. His muscles tighten around me and I slam up into him once more as my own orgasm hits me with blinding force.

“Ooooh FUCK.” I slam my head against the floor and grab his hips, pulling him down hard against me as I grind up into him, burying myself inside of him as I come, filling him entirely. He rocks back against me, his entire body trembling, before he falls forward collapsing on top of me.

We lay there on the floor for a moment, panting and shaking as we try to recompose ourselves. I hold him tightly and kiss the top of his head, tracing his back in lazy circles with my fingers.

“Junior?”

“Yeah?”

“I bet next time I can beat you by way more than 6 positions…and if I don’t I’ll fuck you in the garage after the race.”

I smirk softly, “You’re on Jimmie.”

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