Out of Rhythm With Our Time
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Summary: Earnhardts are very distracting.
AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
CHARACTER: Clint Bowyer/Dale Earnhardt Jr, Clint POV
PROMPT: Taming the Muse #69 - Nurture (7.13)
COMPLETED: December 15, 2007
WORD COUNT: 1,648
DISCLAIMER: Not real; don’t know them, don’t claim to know them. Only the makings of my imagination. 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: New pairing. :) This pair’s gonna be fun to play with.
Thanks to Catw00man for the beta! Any errors that remain are mine.
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Clemmons, North Carolina - November 7th, 2007
“Damnit Earnhardt, I got things to do.” I tell him as I put the receiver down and lean against the back of the cushioned armchair. Made as short work of the interview as I could without sounding rude. “Daaaale, you can’t keep doing that. I still gotta finish my media obligations.”
Laugh softly at the pout that spreads across his face when he moves from my side to sprawl out on the bed. “We been busy all week. I just wanted some time with you. Private time.” He looks at me with those deep blue eyes, promising all sorts of sinful things, and damn, the first time he pulled that I was helpless as a newborn kitten in the daylight.
Shake my head at him. He’s such a distraction and a damn tease! The rumors about his libido are far from exaggerated. The things I’ve found out…you couldn’t guess from looking at him. Leer at him and meet his blue eyes with my own, throwing that stare I know makes him go all smooth molasses on the inside. “Leave me be. I can’t focus with you talking dirty in my ear,” I say followed with a soft chuckle.
That voice of his…sweet as that infernal Sundrop he loves chugging when he’s not drinking beer. Slides slow as syrup from the maple trees down my spine, curling content like a sun soaked rattler in my lap. Desire passes through me like the whump whump of windmill blades, something he never fails to stir up. It’s a taste of home and the exotic all at once.
He drags his tongue over those wicked lips of his and speaks with a breathy voice, “You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna take your cell and break it.” He shifts against the bed and fuuuuck, those diamonds glinting in his eyes have me squirming in my seat!
It’s not supposed to go like this. I’m supposed to tease him, he’s not supposed to get me wound up! Damn Earnhardt sex appeal. Push from the seat and saunter over to him while he makes my breath hitch with only a look. Gotta be a law against that look in some state. Pure, unadulterated lust aimed right at me.
He rolls to his back as I lean down over him, hands on either side to breathe against his lips, “You’re shameless, utterly shameless.” He says something in response, but I’m lost in the remembered feel of how those lips felt against my cock. Sweet silk sliding down me as he did everything to drive me out of my mind.
Kiss him to silence the words he’s still speaking, but don’t touch him. Not yet. He’s been driving me to distraction all week. I never gave more than a fifteen minute interview before I had to make my excuses. Near couldn’t resist him; sexy smirk and those eyes…. Half the time we were already moving toward each other by the time I’d ended the call. Then, was it Tuesday, when he walked into my room wearing nothing but that smirk and I babbled as fast as I could to end that call?
He freed me from my jeans, only pulling them down as far as we needed, while I tried to gather my senses. How do you deal with a naked Earnhardt wanting nothing more than to make you completely lose your mind? Maybe I’ll ask Harvick sometime. God knows I don’t know. But I wouldn’t dream of stopping him. He shoved me back into the armchair, crawled into my lap, and teased his ass against my cock until I whimpered.
That seemed to be the sign because with a hard kiss, he slammed himself down onto me and wrenched deep cries from us both. Bastard was all slicked up too. He rode me until I came twice. Left claw marks on his ass, I was so far gone. I needed him so damn much and he’s always more than ready to give.
Don’t know how he does it. He’s always so fucking tight no matter how many times I’ve had him. He got me Tuesday, it’s my turn now. Climb onto the bed with him and slide between his legs, rocking down against him with light touches. He wraps a leg around my waist and the slide of our bodies together makes desire rumble through my body. Grab his hands and pin them to the bed when he tries to touch me and our gazes lock. Long moment before I pull back and as we both pant, I slowly take him in.
He looks utterly perfect. Hair mussed, lips swollen, and need burning in his eyes. Need for me. For me. Lean down and kiss him again, hips grinding against his. Tug at his lower lip while I transfer both hands to one of mine to caress his cheek and murmur, “Be good and I’ll ride you like you rode me.”
Grin when I hear his gasp and feel his hips thrust up against me. Ghost my hand under his shirt and damn, he’s almost feverish. I grin wider and brush another kiss against his lips as I slide my hand higher to twist a nipple. “What’da say? You gonna be good for me?”
Pull back to a whimper of protest and wait him out. He could roll me, but he won’t. It’s part of our game. Sweet smile slips across my lips as he breathes out, “Alright, alright! I’ll be good.” Chuckle at the pout on his lips and I have to taste. Kiss him deeply while I continue to grind down.
He’s hard and eager, wanting nothing more than to have me make good. Mmm, and I will. I just have some business to take care of. Slide a hand against his cheek and deepen the kiss more, brushing my thumb against his soft scruff. Lose his taste with a moan of protest, eyes sparkling, and climb from him to return to the armchair.
Me, him, and beds in this state don’t mix well. Watch him splayed there prone for a few moments before he gathers himself and disappears under the covers. Laugh at him while I scan the list my PR rep gave me and dial the next number.
I’m well into my interview when something hits me in the head. Blink and pull…a shirt off my head. Eye the lump in the bed suspiciously but nothing else emerges. Next interview and the same thing happens but with jeans. But he doesn’t leave me in suspense any longer, popping up into view bare-chested.
I should’ve known better. Look down at the list. I have five more interviews to do and fuck, was that a moan? Look over to him and he’s all innocent eyes. Through the next two call-ins I’m treated to more moans, but when I look up I see nothing. It’s on the third that he finally lets me see what I suspect. His hand moves in regular motions underneath the sheets, his eyes locked on me, and damn him.
Two more calls through which I don’t take my eyes off of him. I’m done. Toss the cell onto the table and growl as I launch myself at him. He’s gonna pay, sooo gonna pay. Rip the covers off and he’s naked as a day old newborn, innocent look still on his face. I wonder if he was ever innocent.
Kiss him hard as I struggle out of my clothes. He slides hands down my back and hauls me tight against him, and we’re both too driven to distraction to show any finesse with clothing removal. Mingled moans as skin finally catches against skin. There’s no time for lube, I need him too much.
Kiss his protests away and feel his hands glide over my skin like I’m the most exquisite thing in the world. Sink slow onto him, the wide head of him teasing its way inside and he breaks the kiss to keen low. Welcome his gentle invasion as I trail fingers over his face. He’s perfect; head arched back with pleasure, the feel of him throbbing inside of me. It’s all so perfect.
We’re both breathing hard by the time I settle against him. I kiss his concerns away and rock my hips down against him. He answers with a hard thrust. Grin against his mouth, that’s my Earnhardt.
Slow at first because I’m not as prepared as he was. Chuckle and suck harder at his neck, scratch nails down his sides as he bucks up into me, moaning my name. He’s so good inside me, slide of his cock into me again and again. Fuck him…no, fuck me. Grip the headboard tight and ride him harder, eyes locked with his as our bodies move together. Passion shines on his skin, tangling his hair, and he’s clinging to me like I’m salvation.
Nip along his neck, I need to feel him come with me. Bite hard at his skin and he claws my ass like I did his. It’s as sweet as only he can make it, but as wild as anything I’ve ever had. Rock down against him harder and harder, wrapping myself as tight around him as I can until it’s too much for him.
Watch his face in wonder, it’s like nothing, but happiness has ever touched him. He doesn’t let me think long as he wraps his hand around me and it’s only a few strokes, rough thumb rolling over my sensitive skin, before a hoarse cry leaves my throat and I slump down against him. Our rapid breathing almost synchronized, nuzzle against his neck and suckle over the marks I’ve made.
Soon enough he’ll be wanting another round and so will I. But until then, I’m content here, sprawled against him and we’re together in every way that matters.
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