Sin City Secrets

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Summary: Junior heads to "Sin City" for a secret rendezvous.

AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Jimmie Johnson, Dale Jr POV
CATEGORY: Pure Smut
DISCLAIMER: I own no one. If I did, I'd be too busy to write this. 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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Las Vegas. The city of sin. I've been here so many times, but everytime it's better than the time before. That's probably why I keep coming back here. It's probably why I keep coming back to the same hotel with the same person on my arm, again and again.

Although, it could also have to do with the fact that this is the only place I can come to without getting a second glance for walking into a hotel lobby with a guy on my arm and not a woman. Most people are too drunk to notice and the sober ones have no idea who we are anyway. If they do, they do a good job of hiding it. That's just the way I like it.

If anyone back at the track knew where I went on my days off, and who I went there with...they'd excommunicate us. Which is why I always sigh in relief when I get back to the real world and everyone asks me how my grandmother's doing, then tease him about spending more time on the honeymoon than in the garage.

Jimmie always blushes a magnificent shade of red when they do that to him. He knows the same thing I do. He knows that if anyone found out we were fucking, we'd get left behind in the dust without so much as a second thought. So we both try to keep things under wraps. Not even Jeff knows about us, and he thinks he knows everything there is to know about his protege.

If Jeff ever found out that Jimmie was fucking me, he'd probably die. More from laughing than from anything else because he's known me longer than most people around here and it would be weird. He'd probably start poking fun at me, telling me how much of a field day he could have over at DEI, telling everyone that their star is fucking the enemy behind closed doors.

It's kind of funny because most people think Jimmie and Jeff have some sort of secret love affair. Jimmie and I don't mind much because it makes it easier for the two of us to get together all the time without worrying too much. Even Chandra thinks all those nights when Jimmie sneaks out he's going to Jeff's coach. Sometimes I wonder what she'd say if she knew the truth.

I'm ripped from my thoughts by a husky, lust-filled voice in my ear, accompanied by a hand in the back pocket of my pants, groping at me none-too-inconspicuously, "What's on your mind, sexy?"

I smirk and turn to press my lips against the ones that had been brushing against my ear, "Wouldn't you like to know..."

"Oh I would," His hand moves from my back pocket to the fly of my jeans and he slowly starts to unbutton them with a tiny smirk on his face.

"We're still in the casino Jimmie, chill." I push his hand away and wrap my arm around his waist, kissing and sucking on his neck as we walk to the elevators.

All around us, thousands of people sit at various slot machines and poker tables, winning and losing money. Although, they're probably losing far more than they're winning. I can see hundreds of completely intoxicated people wandering around looking for a good place to get more drinks, or find their next fuck buddy for the night. Just outside the doors, hookers and their pimps are handing out cards and catalogues of the "finest escorts in Nevada". I smirk to myself as I think that out of everyone on the strip, I have the best lay any of them could ever dream of.

The elevator dings as the doors slide open and we step in, hitting the button for our floor. As soon as the doors are completely closed he pounces me, shoving me back against the wall and pins me there with his entire body. I gasp and moan into his mouth as he starts to grind against me, the bulge in my jeans growing quickly. He moves his lips lower, sucking hard on the curve of my neck as his hands move to my waist and I let my head fall to the side as I practically melt into the wall.

When the elevator doors open a moment later, we're greeted with a magnificent shriek and both of us look up to see a family of five staring at us with mixed emotions. The parents, two uptight looking adults who look to be in their late 40's, are glaring at us and covering the eyes of the younger two children, who look about 12 and 8. The older kid, who must be about 17, is smirking and holding in his laughter. Jimmie and I smirk and walk by them with a smug, "How are you?" before running down the hall in gut-wrenching laughter.

Once we reach the room, our giddyness dies down and the lust from earlier comes back tenfold. As I struggle to open the door, Jimmie presses himself against me from behind, attacking my neck with kisses as his hands rub my sides, one hand dipping down to grope me some more. I moan and bang my head on the door as I struggle to get the card into the slot. After several failed attempts I manage to push the door open and we tumble into the room, the door clicking closed behind us with a satisfying bang.

"Get naked and get on that bed before I get violent," he growls at me, his dark eyes intense and locked on mine.

I waste no time in obeying his orders, pulling my clothes off, then tugging his off as well. Once we're completely naked I walk over to the bed and crawl onto it, turning over to lay on my back and stare up at him. I love it when he looks at me like that, with complete lust and need.

He stalks over to the bed, climbing on top of me before kissing me hard and rough. His tongue slides out to meet mine as he pins me down on the bed, grinding his own erection against mine. We both moan at the contact and I lift my hips up a little meet his motions, pressing harder against him.

"Jimmie, fuck me already. Stop with the teasing," I plead, lifting my eyes to meet his.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He replies with a smirk, grinding against me some more, "You'd like it if I fucked your brains out right about now..."

"Jimmie I swear to god if your dick isn't in me in the next minute I'M going to get violent!" I snap at him, loving the look of shock that passes over his face. I'm normally not this forceful when we come to Vegas, but I'm normally not this damn horny either.

"Well maybe I should fuck you then.." He presses the head of his cock against me and starts to press into me. Never in all the times we've been together has he ever been gentle, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Do it," I growl at him, "Fuck me Jimmie."

With that he thrusts into me, stretching me as he wastes no time in fucking me senseless. I groan loudly as he hooks my legs over his shoulders and angles into me so he's hitting my sweet spot, my hips bucking up to meet him. We've been teasing each other all night, for four hours at least, and all of the sexual tension has been building up to this very moment. I grab onto his arms and dig my nails into him as he continues to slam into me, moaning and writhing beneath him as my eyes drift shut.

They snap open again a moment later as he wraps a hand around my dick and starts stroking me quickly in time with his thrusts, squeezing me tight. I gasp and let out a shout as he picks up the pace, "Fuck Jimmie...don't fucking stop!"

He smirks down at me with those hazy, lust-filled eyes and I lose it. I gasp as my entire body tenses up and then begin trembling as my orgasm hits me hard. I moan his name as my hips grind against him, my hand moving over his to make him go faster as my release sprays over his fingers. He gasps and bites down on his lower lip as he comes, continuing to thrust into me as he fills me, my muscles milking him to the last drop.

"Holy fuck," he moans with a grunt as he lets himself collapse on top of me, my legs falling numbly onto the mattress.

"Close enough," I murmur back, lifting my clean hand to run my fingers through his hair.

We lay on the bed for a while, tangled together in a sweaty mess. The night was already halfway over, but the weekend had only just begun.

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