Sinful Descent

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Summary: There’s no better way to start the season.

AUTHOR: Zippit
EMAIL: zippit@cryptoffic.com
RATING: NC-17
SERIES/SETTING: If I’d Never Known Your Love
CHARACTERS: Dale Earnhardt Jr/Kevin Harvick, Dale Jr POV
COMPLETED: May 29, 2008
WORDS: 3,876
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. ;-)
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m back with the boys and boy have we got a lot of story to tell. Sorry for the long delay, I should be on a more dependable schedule now. Hope you enjoy the hot, sexy boys! ;)
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Daytona International Speedway - Daytona Beach, Florida - January 14th, 2008

The door slams shut behind us as he shoves me up against it. It didn’t take long before he was over here to “admire” the view. Groan low and buck at his eager touch, green eyes sliding into view before he attacks my neck. Cry out, head thumping back against the door as my hands clench at his shoulders. Slide hands through his hair as he noses aside my collar and bites down hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder, renewing his mark on me. Just out of sight when I slip into t-shirts. If he had his way I know he’d have me naked and in bed with him all day, every day. Hell, he and D both would.

“If I didn’t know any better, Earnhardt, I’d swear you were thinking about something other than me.” Meet swirling green eyes, vast as the universe drinking me in and still wanting more. Grin and shove his shoulder lightly.

“You ain’t know the half of what goes through my mind, Harvick. You only think you do.” Give him a wink. “Who says I ain’t playing you?”

He doesn’t answer just drops to his knees and drags my jeans down with him. Jerk forward at the nip along my inner thigh and glance down to see intensity burning up at me like I’ve ever only seen in the racecar. And that’s a sight I never thought I’d see. Kevin Harvick down on his knees before me…with my dick in his mouth. “OH SHIT!” And fuck does he have a mouth… Tremble helpless pressed back against the door and rock forward cautiously. Jeans down at my ankles, shirt rumpled and kiss roughened lips evidence of the fact we can’t resist each other. I don’t know what it is about him. About them. Because I’m just as lost with D-DeLana as I am with him.

His hands slide up my thighs and curl warm over my hips before tracing back down to curve over my ass and give a hard squeeze. I rock forward hard and he swallows me down, a glint in his eye I’m beginning to get to know and love. He wants me to let go, he wants the banked coals to flare into an inferno. He plays with me on his tongue and I could stay here all day. I’m glad we flew in this morning otherwise I think we’d have been late for the session.The intent in his eyes reads as not wanting to let me go anytime soon. Thank god we only managed to get back to the hotel only after the day was done. Cause I have a feeling we’re gonna be in here a long time and we ain’t gonna be doing any sleeping.

Sometime between the moment when the door slammed shut and processing him being on his knees, he’s slicked up his fingers. And now he has two of them up my ass driving me completely out of my mind with the ghost of a touch over my prostate. “Yes! Oh god, yes! Please more, Kev, Harvick, OH GOD!”

It’s cruel and unusual punishment that’s what it is. He’s only giving me a taste of what I know is so much better when he’s balls deep inside me, talking dirty in my ear and making me scream so loud I wonder if people in the next county can hear me. It’s electric, it burns through me every time like the first time, like the best things in the world all combined together and given the energy of a thousand raging bulls rampaging to give me the most blinding pleasure on this earth. Never the same yet always the same. Flaring, snaring, always there to trap my willing mind, body, and soul.

It’s an addiction I didn’t know I was missing and one I won’t let go now.

In one fluid move, he’s off his knees and spinning me around to press against the door. His warm weight is heavy against me immediately, pushing at my ass already as he drags my arms up and laces hands with mine, holding them to the wall above the door as he pins me completely with his body. He nuzzles and kisses the small rise behind my ear before creeping over the shell of my ear and drawling, “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”

I wondered and I’m not surprised. Pant heavily because just the teasing has me wound tighter than the coil binding we used to have on the twisted sister cars. Squirm back against him and he pushes his hips forward hard to keep me from moving. “Mine, Earnhardt, mine.”

He slams forward and I keen out his name, glimpsing the ceiling for a brief moment before my eyes close from the sheer fucking pleasure. “Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss….” Rooms better be sound proofed…rasp of his voice panting against my ear and he’s just as far gone as I am. Parked in the stalls right next to each other, talking to each other in the team huddles, slow screw turning tighter and tighter with each hour that passed. We were fucking live wires at the end of the session. And this, right here is why….

“This the way you want it? Hard, rough, till we can’t do anything but collapse in a sweaty spent heap?”

Nod numbly because what the hell do I say to that? When images of doing it in our haulers during the session played repeatedly in my mind. On the hoods of our cars, on the pitbox, hell anywhere and everywhere. A few of D snuck in, but who knows if she’d even go for half of ‘em.

Swear he’s up onto his toes every time he presses tight against my back, surging as deep inside as possible, triggering overload in every sense in my body. Being completely and fucking utterly at his mercy does something to me that makes me come… like, “OH FUCKING HELL HARVICK!”

 I sag in his arms, trembling still as he’s still pushing deep, deep, and making me quake with aftershocks that turn me inside out and fold me into whatever shape he desires. Hi, that’s me, by the way. Ignore me, blissed out to the extreme. Never wanna leave it.

Muffled cry against my neck and I turn to nuzzle against him. Breath mingling as our cooling bodies cling to each other. All too soon it’s uncomfortable and he lets my hands slip from his as he makes to move away. Snag his arm and wrap it around me. We’re against a damn door, don’t care. Could be anywhere and it’d just be the same. Us, world.

I feel a smile curve against my neck and he gathers me up close in his arms, our breaths evening out. Discontented sigh as he slowly slides away and if it weren’t for the long moments of recovery, I’d be on the floor. Close my eyes and lean my forehead against the faintly warm wood and shift, the bereft feeling of emptiness settling just above my lower back.

“C’mere, Earnhardt. We’re gonna work on a little thing called stamina. Me and D, we like it rough and hard and long.”

Turn my head and catch him sprawling out on the bed from the corner of my eye. “So that’s what they call it, huh?” Kick free from my jeans and peel out of my shirt as I stalk closer to the bed. The smile on his face as he watches me reminds me of the cat who just had the canary, all feline and silky waiting for more.

Shiver as his gaze travels over me, hungry and wanting, and it’s only the precursor to so much more. Crawl onto the bed, rubbing my body against his and kiss him hard. Gonna give as good as I’ve gotten from him because there’s no way I’m letting him say I’m nothing but a good lay, even if he does have more tricks up his sleeve. I’m not kinky as he and DeLana are. I’ve never had cause to be. Rest my hand against the side of his face, thumb brushing over his cheek, as his hands skim over my back and knead at my ass making me shudder. I can still almost feel him buried inside me, driving me mad and making me whole in ways I didn’t think could be possible.

Rub my cheek against his and nibble down the column of his neck to suck at his collarbone and grin as I earn his hand tangling hard into my hair to hold me tight against him. “Let go, let me in.” Flinch slightly at his words and he rolls me until I’m pressed under his lean body. Slide hands up his chest to leave long lines of scratches in my wake. It’s only been a few weeks since the Christmas party and as often as I’ve been in bed with them both, I ain’t ready.

His knuckles slide down against my cheek and continue along my neck, skimming further until he curls his hand against my hip. He looks at me as if he’s taking my measure and I get enough of that already from others so I quip, “You like being on top? Cause that’s where you end up every time.”

Slow smirk I’m coming to adore more and more every time I see it and he rocks against me as he brushes his lips against mine. Drown in his eyes as he murmurs, his breath ghosting against my skin, “I can’t get enough of your sweet ass, but if you wanna give that cock of yours a new type of workout, you’re welcome to it.” His words are just this side of innocent, but somehow he makes me squirm anyway.

Laugh softly and twine a leg around his. “Explains rough and hard up against the door.” Kiss him and suck at his lower lip while I trace my hands over his back, arching enticingly against him. It won’t take us long to get worked up again and the teasing’s half the fun.

“You have no idea. You can do rough and hard up against about anything when you’re horny enough. You should ask D about it.” Just give him a look because sometimes the words that come out of his mouth are just too hard to believe.

“Surprised you two haven’t been arrested for indecent behavior.” He chuckles and kisses along my jaw, rubbing his body lightly against mine.

“You just gotta know the right places to be. Enough talk. Either put your money where your mouth is, Earnhardt or find some other way to make this a good night.” He smirks at me like I ain’t know what I’m doing and I plan on showing him just how wrong he is.

Snort and shove him onto his back, kissing him hard then kiss a trail down his body until I wrap my mouth around his cock and swallow him all the way down. Some things you only learn by doing them again and again. Sucking cock is one of them and I’ve yet to hear any complaints. Look up to watch him and his eyes lock with me, lips parted and I swear he sees into every last inch of me. Any other time, I’d be running, but right here, right now, we’re on equal footing. His cock in my mouth, our gazes locked, a give and take here that doesn’t make me feel like running.

Bob my head over him slowly and he goes completely hard in my mouth. His hand threads into my hair as I rub my cheek against his inner thigh. This isn’t how the night will end as I’m missing the feel of him buried deep inside me already. An addiction I can’t break. Toy with him for a while longer until I have him squirming and growling threats at me that I want him to carry out.

Mimic his graceful movements as I slide up, knowing I’m not as practiced as he is in the fine art of feline seduction. Press my body against his and grin as the look in his eyes grows darker the higher I get. Breathe against his lips, “Like what you see?” Capture his lips in a hard kiss and smooth my hands over his chest to grip his shoulders as I straddle his lap. We haven’t had the chance to do it like this yet. Schedules were too hectic for long and slow. It was more of the same of hard, rough, and now. I sure as hell wasn’t complaining and neither was he.

Hold my hand against his cheek and smile as he nuzzles into the touch just like I would’ve. Distract him with kisses and drag my tongue over his skin as I shift so that his cock slides against my ass every time I rock against him.

“Oooh yes. Gimme that sweet ass of yours Earnhardt. Let me have you like this and let me watch.”

Low chuckle. “You definitely have a voyeuristic side I had no idea about.”

“Why wouldn’t I? One of the best things about sex is watching the other person come undone. Watching them writhe and give in? It’s the next best thing to being behind the wheel of a race car.” He gives me a slow smirk. “I know you know that with the reputation you have.”

“One day I’m gonna get you and D to tell me about all you’ve gotten up to,” I say as I stop him from talking with another kiss and reach back to guide him inside me. Clench tight around him from the moment he slides in and smirk as I hear the indrawn breath he takes. Once he’s buried inside me, I pull back slightly to gaze at him and the look on his face is everything I’ve wanted to see. Eyes half closed, lips parted slightly, and he’s right. There ain’t nothing better in sex than seeing the other person come undone.

He regains enough sense to slide his hands along my thighs to curl around my hips and surges upwards to kiss me hard as he jerks his hips hard into me. I whimper in response because the assault of him on my senses is the best thing I’ve had all day. Push against his shoulders to get him back against the pillows and let him slip slowly from me before slamming down onto him again. The look of pure pleasure on his face more than enough for encouragement. “Talk to me…tell me. Make me wanna fuck your brains out.”

He’s breathless as he retorts, “Mean you don’t already?”

Low chuckle and I torment him by hovering over him, letting him slip the barest inch inside, but not completely. His hands move up higher to twist and pinch my nipples. Daaaaamn him…slam down against him with a jolt. I can’t believe he already knows my weaknesses after barely a month of this. Kiss along his neck while his hands roam all over me, driving me mad with the ghost of his touch everywhere instead of focusing in one area. He squeezes my ass hard and drags me down against him as he thrusts up hard into me. “God, yesssssssssss. Fuck me…fuck me right there, Kev. You ain’t got any idea how hot you make me….”

“I knew.” My head goes up and he takes that moment to pull me close and kiss me hard, plundering my mouth like a treasure trove he hasn’t already opened a dozen different times. He uses my distraction to his advantage as he rolls me and spreads my legs wider to get a better angle. He takes control so fucking easy and the way he turns my body inside out is beyond words. The feel of his cock driving into me again and again is enough to render me nothing more than a pliant puddle of flesh for him.

He leans close to whisper against my ear, “I knew long before I had you at that Christmas party.” He rakes his nails down my sides and I arch up against him, desperate for more of him. Hook my legs around his waist and buck hard against him while I clutch at his shoulders and try not to get lost in the blinding pleasure he loves to inflict on me.

“H-how?” Tearing me apart, making me his with just this. I could never tire of this. Never tire of him. Trace down his back and haul him harder against me as I try and spread myself as wide for him as possible. Whimper low and it’s not fucking enough. Never is.

He bites my shoulder and growls, “You didn’t think I could smell the desire on you every time we got close? Or notice how damn hard you got when we flirted? You were mine a long time before Christmas.” He pulls out completely despite my loud protests and rolls me over, pulling me up onto my hands and knees before he plasters his body against mine. His cock teases at my entrance and I keen out in need for him.

“Please, please, please….” The sheets twisted up all around us while the covers have long been kicked to the end of the bed. Gasp loudly when he wraps a hand around my cock and strokes me roughly while his voice rasps against my ear.

“Please what? You want me to fuck you? You want me to make you scream?” He palms me rougher and I’m just about to cannonball over the edge when he stops, hand going tight around me. “Spread that ass of yours, Earnhardt, and let me show you how I’ve always wanted you.”

Oh god, oh god…. I don’t even hesitate. I spread my legs as far as they will go and grind my ass back against his groin hard enough to earn me an appreciative groan. I’m a slut for him. I know I am. I can’t help it.

“Thaaaaaat’s right. Open up that tight little ass of yours and let me show you how good sex can really be.” His arms go up around the headboard as he positions himself better. I scream the moment he slams inside me, impaling me full on the length of his cock and it’s too much. Only a thrust or two later and I’m screaming his name, body arched back against his as tight as I can get. He snarls low against my ear, “No way. Aren’t getting off that easy.”

He trails a hand down my chest, twisting a nipple on his way down before wrapping around my wet cock and palming me gently. Thrust again and again, oversensitive nerves ringing with fire, and fuuuuck, didn’t think it was possible but the pleasure is doubling, tripling, making me start to grow hard in his hand again. Death of me and I couldn’t care less. Feels too goddamn good to stop and I need it. I fucking need it. Smack of flesh against flesh fucking music to my ears as I shove back and meet him eagerly every damn time. Clenched down tight around the pulsing feel of him inside me. It’s just fucking perfection.

It’s why I’ve gotta keep my distance during the day. Otherwise, we’d never get anything done. Do nothing but lay in bed and fuck each other’s brains out like there’s no tomorrow. There just might not be with how utterly mindless he drives me every time. I always come back for more. Swear, I’d be his willing buddy fuck if nothing else. Claw at the sheets and writhe against him more as he refuses to let me even take a moment to regain my breath.

Fuck fuck fuck…he’s right, we needa work on my stamina. I already want to stop but I don’t. I need it, want it. Need him fucking me like this every night till I can go as long as he can. Need him like the damn air I breathe and I just want to be consumed in it like a fire in the purest oxygen. “Yesssssss,” I hiss as I reach back and tug him close for a sloppy kiss while he continues to pound my ass like it’s his own personal Eden. Maybe it is cause he’s sure as hell had no qualms about taking me wherever, whenever he wants.

Oh god, I remember the time he had me splayed out over his desk at RCR and it was a damn near thing I didn’t scream the place down. It was hard and rough and blistering hot as he made damn sure I knew who I belonged to and exactly why I belonged to him. No one’s owned my ass as hard or with as much pleasure as he has. All he has to do is look at me and I’m instantly hard. Back me into the nearest dark corner and my ass is his. Right after he fucked my brains out on that desk of his, he dragged me into his lap in that office chair of his and made me ride him nice and slow till we were both desperate for another hard round.

I’m half hard whenever I’m around him. Always aching with need and he knows it if the look in his eyes is anything to go by. Sometimes he’ll be nice and not do anything to rile me up further but sometimes he’s plain evil. Makes me so hard for him it takes everything in me to stop from dragging him off to the nearest secluded place to fuck his brains out.

He wraps an arm around me and drags me tight against him. His voice against my ear as he breathes, “Not ever gonna tire of this, Earnhardt. Just hope your ass can handle it.”

Gasp a reply, “You just work on building my stamina and I’ll worry ‘bout what I can and can’t handle, deal?”

“Deeeeeeeeal…” Hard bite at my shoulder and I’m coming again, senses on overload, and this time he’s not far behind me. Intermingled cries as we press against each other as tight as possible, trying to climb inside each other’s skin. Possessive arms wrap around me as we both slump to the bed and I still feel him buried so damn deep inside me. Turn my head to kiss his cheek and miss, kissing his nose instead and his chuckle mixes with mine. He shifts us to our sides and tugs me tighter against him, his chin resting in the crook of my shoulder. “You know this is only the beginning right?”

“When is it not?” His laughter is my only response and for now, maybe he’ll let me rest. We’ve got the next couple days to really tear this place up and considering we haven’t even touched his room yet…. I’m gonna need all the rest I can grab. Nestle back against him as I feel him pull the covers over us and place a soft kiss against my neck. Feel his lips against my ear, but I’m still not sure if I really hear the whispered “mine” before I fall asleep.

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