Stimulating Reading

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Summary: Junior gets a look at Jimmie's Maxim pictures.

AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES: Nascarfic 100
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Jimmie Johnson, Dale Jr. POV
PROMPT: 37: Sight
WORD COUNT: 1,020
COMPLETED: October 14, 2008
DISCLAIMER: Own nothing, just wish I did. 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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Hendrick Motorsports - Charlotte, NC

I never thought it possible for one man to be so sexy. The way he’s leaning on that car, with that look on his face…the way his clothes hug his body just so… That LOOK in his eyes! God. I’ve never been so turned on by a magazine in my life. I’ve been starring at these pages so long and so hard I’m surprised I ain’t burned a hole in them yet. Jimmie looks incredible. They dressed him up real good, took care of that rat’s nest on his head, and man it did wonders. I’ve never been more attracted to him than I am right now. I just can’t get over how GOOD he looks. Usually I prefer him naked, but damn. I need to get this framed.

I shift a little in my office chair, my pants uncomfortably tight with how turned on I am. The zipper of my Wranglers is digging into my cock, which has been hard and throbbing for nearly half an hour, now. I glance out the windows that make up the walls of my office; too many people around to take care of the problem right here. With my luck I’ll get spotted, or someone will come barging in. can always slip into the bathroom, but where’s the fun in that?

My cell lights up like a Christmas tree as it skitters across the desk; the constant vibrating alerting me of a call.  With a sigh I reach for it, snatching it up before it can tumble to the floor. It’s Jimmie, ironically enough. I flip the phone open and put it to my ear, “Hey sexy, was just thinking about you…” my voice is husky and laced with arousal. I know he can pick up on it.

“June…I…” Mhmm, threw him for a loop, alright, “What’s going on, baby?”

I can hear the tone in his voice shift, “Mm…you know… just catching up on my reading…there’s this…really hot guy in Maxim…”

He swallows thickly and I can practically see him squirming, “Th-there is? What’s he look like?”

Smirk softly and get up to close my blinds. Fuck the people around, I’m gonna have some fun, “He’s so fuckin’ hot…got this real sexy fuck me face…”

His voice gets deeper with arousal, “Bet you would, too. Bet you’d love to stick your big, hard cock in his ass…”

“Fuck yeah…” Sit back down in my chair and open my pants, sliding my hand in to stroke my cock, “Wanna bend him over that car and pound into his tight ass…”

He moans and there’s no doubt in my mind he’s getting himself off right now, too, “God…want your cock in my ass, June…wanna feel you fucking me…”

Tighten my grip on the phone as I stroke myself faster, “Tell me how you want it, Jimmie…” Nothing gets me hotter than when he tells me what he wants.

“Fuck. June…” he whimpers and I can picture him stretched out in his office chair, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip firmly between his teeth as his hand works over the silky-smooth skin of his cock, “Want you to fuck me hard. Wanna fell that big gorgeous cock pounding into my tight hot ass, over and over…”

I have to swallow down a moan, stopping to tease the head of my cock for a moment, gathering up the beads of precum there to slick myself up with, “Love that tight ass, baby…wanna make you scream my name while I fuck you…”

“Shit, Dale…” he moans softly, “fuck, my cock’s so hard, baby…wish you were here…want that sexy mouth of yours on it…sucking and licking, swallowing it all down…”

My eyes drift closed at the imagery and I moan his name softly, not holding back anymore as I stroke myself fast and hard. The familiar ache is building up in my groin. Won’t be long now, “Mm…Jimmie…so close, baby…want you to make me come…”

“No.” His tone shifts again, snapping me out of my daze, “Don’t you dare, not until you’re here with me, for real. Wanna sit on your lap and ride your cock…make us both come…”

I’m out of my chair and moving to the door before he can finish his sentence, fixing myself before yanking it open and bolting down the hall to his office. Like mine, his office shades are drawn, and I can only pray he’s already naked and bent over the desk. I go to knock but before my hand can hit the door it’s open and he’s yanking me into the room by the front of my shirt. We tumble to the ground in a heated kiss, tearing off one another’s clothes as we roll and squirm our way to his desk.

“Goddamn baby…” lick my lips and moan softly when I see his cock, hard and swollen, dripping with come. He mirrors my reaction and pushes me down onto his chair, climbing into my lap. There’s a bottle of lube on the desk and I grab it, squeezing some out to slick myself up. He knocks my hands away impatiently, pinning them down on the armrests as he drops down onto my cock. We both moan loudly and I arch up against him as he rides me, hard and fast. The chair squeaks beneath us, but it’s drowned out by our screams.

“Fuck, Jimmie…so good baby…” Pry my arms from his grip and grab his hips, nails digging into his skin as I lift my hips to match his rhythm, “Fuck baby, m’gonna come…”

He clenches himself down around me, riding my harder and faster until I’m screaming my release into his neck, gripping him tightly to me.  Feel him slip a hand between us and pull back to watch as he touches himself, bringing himself to his own orgasm, hard and loud as my own.

We sit there for a long while, tangled up and spent, panting softly as the aftershock of our orgasms wash over us. He nuzzles my neck, murmuring softly, “So you liked the pictures?”

I give him a lazy grin, “Sure did, baby. Sure did.”

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