Talladega Payback

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Summary: Elliott is upset after the events of the Fall 2005 Dega race, and he’s out for a little payback.

AUTHOR: MystikHeather
EMAIL: mystikheather@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTERS: Elliott Sadler/Jimmie Johnson, Jimmie POV.
CATEGORY: Smut
CHALLENGE: Manda’s Drabble Challenge
WORD COUNT: 526
DISCLAIMER:If you recognize it, I don’t own it.
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He was pissed.  No…furious would probably be a more accurate description for the tall Virginian striding towards me, chest puffed out, his face flushed.  I took one look at him and it was all I could to do fight the urge to run.  Only two quick breaths and he was on me, had me pushed back against the wall hard.  Hard enough that my breath rushed out of me with the impact, my eyes opening in shocked surprise at his action. 

I squeezed my eyes closed as his hand came up, fully expecting the punch I had been waiting for since I wrecked out shortly after him.  Eyes flying open again as that hand instead laced in my hair, gripping tight, almost painfully tight as he pressed first his body and then his lips hard against me.  Gasped in shock and that only gave him entrance.  Moaned as he attacked my mouth with his, hot tongue exploring every inch until when he finally drew back I was left gasping for breath.

“You fucking wrecked me, Johnson,” his only words a low growl in that thick accent, barely understandable in either his anger or his passion, which of the two I don’t know.  Opened my mouth to respond, to apologize, but had no chance before his mouth was on mine again, demanding, taking, owning.  My eyes fluttered closed again as he ground his entire body against mine, letting me feel all of him pressed hot and throbbing against me.  Moaning soft as my body responded, pressing hard back against him, stroking his tongue with my own.

Not knowing, not caring where we were, wrapped my arms around his back, fisted them in his fire suit and tried to pull him even closer.  Gasped again as I suddenly found my wrists grasped tight in his hand, my arms suddenly pressed hard against the wall over my head, one of his large hands holding both of mine.  Threw my head back and bit my lip to keep from screaming as his free hand slipped inside my open suit, wrapping around me, stroking me fast and hard. 

“You had me out of control and against a wall today Johnson…now it’s my turn.”  His breath hot on my neck as he leaned in and nipped hard, stroking me faster, holding me tight as I writhed in his grip.    Eyes flashed open, staring into his as my release washed over me suddenly and hard, practically whimpering as he stroked me through it until my knees practically gave out beneath me. 

Watched him through half-lidded eyes as he slowly drew his hand back, wiped it off on my shirt before reaching for my zipper and pulling it up.  Stared into his gleaming eyes as he took a step back, releasing me, leaving me staggering and on trembling legs, leaning heavily against the wall, still panting softly.

Slow smirk forming on his face as he readjusted his fire suit and turned to leave, his words echoing as he walked away.  “Payback Johnson.”  Left me shaking my head as I watched him go, for the first time looking forward to the next restrictor plate race.

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