I stared at the rough wooden wall, gripping the edge of a horse blanket with all my might. I was making little mewling sounds like a kitten. It wasn't dignified but I couldn't help myself.

I was beyond all help.

And all redemption.

Behind me, Clint was kneeling on the floor of the tack room with his head buried between my thighs. He'd explained that to properly have a quickie, you couldn't actually remove any clothes. Shoes had to stay on, so skirts were preferable.

But in this case I was wearing jeans. He was grinning when he told me that meant I was going to have to bend over.

I felt oddly exposed, with my shirt open and my jeans and panties around my knees. Clint stood behind me, his hand on my bare ass and his tongue dancing over my tender pussy lips.

I was a little sore, but I hadn't wanted to tell him that. I knew he wouldn't give me what I was after if I did.

I wanted another lesson in lovemaking.

I wanted him.

Why the hell had I waited so long to try being with a man? It was way more fun than I'd anticipated, whenever I'd wondered about the opposite sex. But I knew the answer before I even finished the thought.

I'd been waiting for him.

Clint's tongue danced all over my outer lips, teasing me until I was rocking back against him. He chuckled and reached forward to strum my clit like a banjo. I moaned loudly, getting close to coming.

Then he pushed his tongue inside me.

I screamed into my hand, trying to muffle the sound as I came. He didn't ease up for a second, pushing his tongue in and out of me like a cock. I was still shaking when I felt him stand up behind me.

He rustled with the condom for a hot minute and then his hard cock was pushing against me. We both groaned as he slowly pushed his way inside. He cursed, his hands clenching where they held my hips.

"Sweet mother of Christ!"

Clint was holding perfectly still, letting my body adjust. I could sense him fighting for control. The faint soreness I'd felt all morning was gone.

I wanted to move.

I wanted him to take me.

Hard.

I squeezed down on him instinctively and he cursed again, driving the rest of the way into my body. I realized I could control my muscles down there and started to match his pace. Every time he pushed inside me, I clenched down on him.

"Oh Christ Phee- oh darlin'-"

He stopped talking and started grunting instead. For a while the only sounds in the stables were our heavy breathing and his guttural sounds of pleasure. I was getting close again when he reached down and started playing with my clit.

His other hand clamped over my mouth as he fucked me right through the biggest orgasm of my life. Something about the way he filled me from behind- and my extreme sensitivity- it was too much.

I was slumped over, my cheek against the blankets as he fucked me. He was murmuring nonesensical words of encouragement but I barely heard him. My pussy was still convulsing. My knees were weak.

"That's it darlin'- yes- oh lord- you feel so damn good babygirl-"

His hands held me in place as he started to go faster and harder. I felt him expanding inside me and knew he was close. His hands got busy again and I realized that even though I was still coming- he wanted to make me come again.

He wanted me to come with him.

I screamed again. This time there was nothing to muffle the sound. He cursed and froze, then started bucking wildly as his cock pulsed hot and heavy inside me.

It seemed to go on forever.

I was still shivering when he pulled out and bent down to give my hip a tender kiss. I moaned as he slipped his finger inside me.

"Are you still coming sweetheart?"

It was too much pleasure. I couldn't have formed a coherent word, let alone a coherent sentence. I moaned, sounding like a wild animal.

He laughed and fiddled around behind me. I realized he was getting dressed. But then he was back, sitting and pulling me into his lap, with my back against his chest.

"I'm not done with you quite yet."

He pushed my jeans down even further so they were around my ankle. Now he could spread my knees wide. He started playing with me- stroking my pussy with one hand while he toyed with my nipples with the other. I was begging for release again after just a few minutes.

It seemed I could talk after all. I couldn't quite believe I still had another orgasm in me. I could feel it- I was so close I could reach out and grab it.

But I needed his help.

"Please Clint- Oh please-"

He clucked his tongue.

"I like you like this. All soft and womanly." He bit my neck, his breath fanning my ear. "I can see this is the best way for me to win arguments going forward."

I felt him shift his package. He was hard again. I wanted him inside me again. I whimpered, rubbing my backside against him.

"It's too bad we don't have time for a double. Sort of defeats the purpose of a quickie now, doesn't it?"

I was panting as I agreed, having no idea what I was saying. I just wanted his hands to work a little faster. To stop teasing and take me over the edge.

He chuckled knowingly and kissed my neck, playing with both my nipples now. I told him to put his hand back where it belonged and he bit my earlobe.

"Don't tell me what to do babygirl. Now I'm going to make you wait just a litttttle while longer…"

I whimpered as he toyed with my breasts, my hips rocking against his thigh. Minutes ticked by as he teased me until I started promising him all kinds of things.

He asked me if he could pick out my panties every day and I said yes.

He asked if I would let him in my bed every night and I said yes.

He asked if I would be a good girl and do every damn thing he said, in and out of the ring from now on.

Lord help me, I said yes.

"That's just what I wanted to hear."

I moaned as both his hands finally slid between my thighs. One thick finger pressed inside me while the other circled on my clit. For all his talk of quickies, he seemed to be in no hurry. I was already so sensitive, and his touch was so light, that I felt like one big nerve ending.

I felt like I was going to lose my mind if he didn't fuck me.

"Please Clint…"

"Hmmm it's a long drive to the hotel. Maybe I should just let you stew… wonder how good it would be by the time we got upstairs?"

"No! Please, no! You promised!"

"I did? It seems to me you were the one making all the promises…"

He kissed my ear and his fingers moved a little faster. He slipped a second finger inside me and I circled myself on it eagerly. He pinched my nipples and ran his tongue over my neck. I wanted more though- I wanted-

"Ahhhhhh!"

I came the moment his finger brushed my clit, thrashing on his lap. Being exposed like this, while he was dressed, coming all alone, while he was already finished… It felt so illicit.

So dirty.

So good.

I was smiling sleepily as Clint carried me to the car, buckling me into the passenger seat like a child. He even draped a blanket over me. Some of the fellas helped him hook up Apollo's trailer while I dozed.

He loaded some drinks and ice into the cooler in the backseat and got in. He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead and started the engine.

I snuggled onto my side, feeling safe and warm and protected. Everything was going to be just fine. Tonight, I'd sleep in his arms. I would make Clint proud tomorrow.

Tomorrow, was my first competitive ride of the year.