#racehorse diaz

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Cheer

Its been a LONG minute since a fic post, cause life. Thanks to @beccabarba for co writing it with me, it was a lot of fun.

Warnings: Costumes, Cocky Racehorse and outdoor smut

WC: 2,235

Enjoy x

You were surprised the firm was even doing a fundraising mixer, let alone that it had a theme, and costumes were expected. You had been an intern at the office coming on two years, almost finishing your law degree and you were really hoping you would be offered a position. You enjoyed everyone you worked with, but one of the biggest perks of the job was working alongside the charming and smart-mouthed Racehorse Diaz. Charming, and handsome. Although you had both felt the growing tension between you, it was the professional thing to do to push it aside.

You had learnt so much from him. Although sometimes he could have worded things a lot better, his quick wit in meetings in his office, the way he controlled a courtroom was like you had never seen before. Sometimes just thinking about him at night alone in your apartment caused your cheeks to blush, most often needing a cool shower to settle yourself down. When the email arrived with the date of the fundraiser and noticing it was themed, you instantly jumped online looking at costumes and ordering one straight away, knowing full well with your work hours, you had no time to go shopping.  

The night had finally arrived, you were glad you had gotten such a simple costume, only having an hour to be ready after being in court all day. You jumped in the shower, quickly shaved your legs, got out, dried yourself off, threw your hair up into a high pony tail, straightened the ends, did your make up, slipping on the blue and white pleated skirt, followed by a matching crop top, clipped the big bow in your hair, threw on some white sneakers, grabbed your pom poms and bag, running out the door to catch your taxi to the venue.  

You felt his eyes burn into you as soon as you walked through the double doors. You acted like you didn’t see him, turning your head the other way to hide your reddened cheeks, making your way to the bar to grab a glass of wine and mix with some of the other interns and associates. You tried your hardest to not look over at him and keep your cool, but after a couple of sips of wine, liquid courage kicked in.

You let your eyes wander over to him, raking over his salt and pepper hair, down to his beard, that you could only imagine what it would feel like running along your skin, and lower to his white button down which was undone enough to see the top of his under shirt showing off his chest hair and finally running down his tight fitting dark blue jeans, and his brown cowboy boots. Your gaze ran back up to his impressive bulge behind his zipper, your eyes stayed there for long minute and you unintentionally bit your bottom lip up until you saw his body change position and your eyes snapped up, locking with his. Your face went bright red when you saw his smirk and he gave you a wink.

As quick as you could, you sat your glass on the bar, excused yourself, and all but ran out a side door that led you out to a beautiful garden. You started to walk down the path to find a quiet place to cool yourself down and collect your thoughts. Part of you wanted to leave and never show your face again, but you had come so far and you didn’t want to lose all that hard work and it might still be nothing. You set your pom poms down and started to pace with your hands on your hips,

“Maybe he didn’t see” you muttered to yourself.

“I saw everything, sweetums, I’m Racehorse Diaz.”

You let out a squeal, spinning around, seeing him standing there, and put your hand to your chest to control your breathing after you had just had your soul scared out of you.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that” you snapped.

Racehorse let out a low laugh and took a step closer to you, now so close you could feel his body heat through his clothes, the warmth comforting you. One of his thumbs hooked into his jean waist, while the pointer finger of his other hand ran along the exposed skin just above your skirt sending a shiver down your spine and you felt your panties dampen,

“I wasn’t sneaking up, sweetums” he licked his lips. “You seemed a little flustered in there. I wanted to make sure you were ok…”

You saw his eyes flash down to your lips and back up to your eyes again,

“Wow, Racehorse Diaz actually a big softie?”  

“There is nothing soft about me sweetheart, epically after I saw you walk into the room like that.”

You felt the confidence start to build up again, bringing your right hand up to rest on his exposed chest, allowing your fingers to thread into his coarse chest hair, just before one of his arms hooked around your waist pulling you flush to his body and his other hand started to explore your smooth leg heading toward the hem of your skirt.  

His touch felt so good you felt your body relaxing into it. You’d been thinking about him for so long, and the reality of his fingers on your skin was even better than you’d imagined. But then you remembered why you’d resisted him for so long, and you tensed and took a step back. He released you, and tilted his head in a question. “What’s wrong?” he asked.  

“This is highly inappropriate…” you said, trying to control your breathing.  

His eyes registered genuine understanding of your moral dilemma. Racehorse was not as obnoxious as his reputation suggested. He nodded slightly, then his face broke into a grin. “We’re both single, consenting adults…”  

“I know,” you said, trying to stop him while you could still resist.  

“I promise I can be very discreet.” He paused. “And anyway, what exactly do you think we’re doing?” He raised his eyebrows in a little challenge. “What have you been imagining?”  

You felt your cheeks heating up again. He stepped towards you and didn’t move away, instead your eyes stayed fixed to his. Resisting was no good, you wanted him and damn the consequences. You took a deep breath. “I’ve been imagining your hands on me,” you breathed.  

He moved even closer. Now his mouth was so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your lips. “Just my hands?”

You shook your head, feeling arousal surging inside you. “No…”  

His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that deepened quickly, as one of his hands moved to press gently against the centre of your chest, pushing you backwards against a red brick wall at the edge of the garden. You felt the cool, rough texture behind you, but your senses were filled with him, as his body pressed to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. You could smell him, and taste him, and both were more arousing than you ever expected. You kissed him back hungrily, moaning your need into his mouth.  

When his leg pressed against yours, the denim of his jeans rough against your skin, you parted your thighs without resistance. He moved his leg between yours and you felt the press of his muscled upper thigh push against your core, your short skirt riding up and only your underwear forming a barrier between you and his denim clad leg. You moved your hips to feel the pressure where you needed it most. You tilted your head back against the wall, and he kissed from your mouth, down your throat, the heat of his lips and tickle of his beard sending delicious shivers through you. He tensed his leg and you gave into your need and started to ride his thigh, running one hand down the front of his body to settle over the prominent bulge beneath his jeans.  

He lifted his head when you squeezed him, and when you looked into his dark gaze, you could see the lust, the desire. You were both too far gone to care about boundaries now. He raised an eyebrow and reached down to loosen his zipper and button. You slipped your hand in and opened your eyes wider when your fingers closed around his hard girth. “I always said you have big dick energy,” you said, with a little grin. He smirked.  

“Glad I don’t disappoint. Now, give me your panties.”  

“I can’t…” you protested, remembering your short skirt. Racehorse just grinned and reached up under your skirt, hooking his fingers into the elastic of your underwear and stepping back enough to pull them down your legs. He bent briefly to help you out of them.  

“Apparently you can,” he said, tucking your underwear into his jeans pocket. Then his hand made its way up your inner thigh, whilst the other slid into your top and started to caress your breast. His fingers found your wetness, and you breathed harder to feel him exploring  you, touching you where you needed it most. You rubbed his cock in return, pleased by how he was responding.  

He leaned into you and spoke close to you ear. “Next time, young lady, I will buy you dinner. I’ll take you to my bed. I’ll let you use this pretty mouth on my big dick.” You raised your eyebrows at the last part of that, even as it made you more turned on.  

“You’ll let me?”  

“I’ll return the favour. It’ll be worth it,” he replied. “But right now, I just want to screw you up against this wall. You want that too?”

“Yes, please,” you whimpered. It was only when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom that you realised you’d not even thought about safety. You grinned. “You came prepared, did you?”

“Always,” he said. “What would you prefer?” He was distracted for a moment by rolling on the condom. And then he gripped your leg behind your knee and pulled it up to his hip, lining himself up with your wet and ready core. His eyes were on yours as he slid into you, watching you respond to the way he stretched you, until he bottomed out and you were deliciously filled and stretched. He moved his hips back slowly and thrust back in, more quickly this time. As he started to fuck you properly, he grabbed one of your hands and positioned it between your thighs, where you started to rub your swollen clit. Your other hand rested on his shoulder for support.  

His movement pushed you repeatedly back against the wall, but you moved with him, feeling your climax building. He planted kisses on your neck and your mouth, his free hand squeezing your breasts and playing with your sensitive nipples. His face was flushed with the effort of fucking you, and his eyes were on fire with lust, his breathing hard. He started to grunt quietly with each movement, and it was seeing his raw desire – rather than his normal superficial charm – that sent you over the edge.  

“I’m going to come, Racehorse,” you whispered, desperately.  

“Yes, that’s it, come on my big dick,” he managed, though you could tell he was close too. You rubbed yourself a little harder and then your orgasm burst, making you bite your lip to keep quiet as the waves of pleasure crashed through your body. Moments later, he pushed all the way into you and his hands gripped tightly as he swore quietly under his breath and came, buried deep inside you.  

You were locked together, panting, for a long moment. Then a crash of a glass or bottle breaking, around the corner at the party, made you both come back to your senses. He moved back, reaching down to remove the condom and wrap it in a handkerchief from his pocket, whilst you tried to settle your skirt to regain some modesty. He watched you and grinned.  

“Want your panties back?”

“I really do,” you replied. “This skirt wasn’t designed for going commando. You either give me the panties or I’m going to have to leave.”

He chuckled and reached into his pocket, holding your underwear out to you. “You can have them back if you promise to have dinner with me. On Monday night.”

“I’m not sure I…” you began.  

“Come on, dinner can’t be worse than fucking me against a wall at a party,” he said. He wasn’t wrong, and it was too tempting to refuse.  

“OK, you have a deal.” You took the underwear and put it back on. When you straightened, you met his eyes again. He still looked aroused, and amused.  

“Of course, I expect you to be completely professional at work,” he said, lightly. “No matter what.”

“No matter what?” you wondered what kind of teasing he might have in mind. The way his eyes danced made you want it.  

He didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and finger, tipping your head backwards gently. His eyes glinted with fun as he leaned in to kiss you lightly on the lips.  

“I’ll see you Monday, sweetums,” he said softly. As he pulled back, he gave you a wink, before turning to head back to the party.  

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I’d like to sit on his face. Beard burn would be worth it. I’d walk bow legged for a week. 🥵

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Risky Business.

For: @storiesofsvu Birthday Bingo. Happy Birthday and thank you for doing a bingo for it.

Square: Your mine and I don’t share .

Pairing: Racehorse Diaz x reader

WC: 488

Warnings: Just Racehorse being himself. Fluffy. Slight swears

Enjoy x

You were smart and were great at what you did. Becoming a partner at the firm beside the one and only Racehorse Diaz, most people trembled when you walked into a court room knowing how cut throat you were for your clients, and you almost never lost a case. The work load that was in had been crushing you, late nights where turning into weekends, your whole life was your work. One late night with a tricky case turned into Racehorse going down on you on your desk, which in turn, turned into ‘Blowing off steam’ at least 3 times a week. You couldn’t date cause of the work load and the over time, but it was finally a weekend that you had put your foot down and told him that you needed a break. You managed to line up dinner with a guy that had been waiting so patiently to take you out and you finally had the time to do so.

The date had gone amazing so far, you felt cute, he was handsome, the conversation was flowing great and the food was amazing. You were in the middle of a conversation when you heard a laugh that you knew anywhere, looking over your dates shoulder to Racehorse walking in with two other men, and they were seated at a table across from yours, Racehorse sitting directly in your eye line.

You weren’t quick enough to look away when his eyes caught yours, a smirk pulling to his face and very quickly disappearing when his eyes moved to the back of your dates head and he looked away from you. To your surprise, your heart sunk and your attitude changed immediately. You excused yourself from the table, rushing towards the restrooms. You hadn’t realised he was behind you till you felt his hand on your elbow and he pulled you to the handy cap restroom and locked the door behind you both. You stood there with your mouth slightly a jar,

“Having a nice date sweetums?”

“Ah-“ you shrugged your shoulders.

A smirk pulled to his face and he started to walk towards you, a hand going on your hip and he ghosted your lips,

“If I had known you wanted to be wined and dined, I would have made more of an effort and not just fucked you in my office every chance I got”

“I didn’t take you for the dating type, Racehorse” you shot back with a grin and you saw the sparkle in his eye.

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“Your going to go back out there sweetums, and tell your date that you need to leave. Then your going to get a cab to my place” He reached into his pocket pulling out a pair of keys handing them to you “You wait for me there and when I get there Y/N, I’m going to show you that your mine and I don’t share”

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

A kiss

Warnings: Cheeky Racehorse.

WC: 423

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As soon as you saw his lips coming towards you, you turned your face and they landed on your cheek. Your cheeks turned bright red, your body heated up and he pulled away from you raising an eye brow,

“What-��

You cut Racehorse off by placing your pointer finger over his lips and that action made him frown his brows,

“With you Racehorse, a kiss is never just a kiss. A kiss is just the start and you know full well what comes next when you kiss me” your hand dropped from lips and he let out a chuckle wrapping his arms around you pulling you into his body.

“Never heard you complain before sweetums” his voice was deep and dangerous, just how you liked it and it made you shiver.

“You know I don’t complain about anything you do to me, but I don’t have time right now. I need to get those signed papers to the court house before closing”

You pulled away from him, walked around him picking up the file and a pen from his desk, turning around and handing them both to him. You saw the devilish smirk pull to his face before he took the files off you, leaning on his desk and flicking through the papers with his long fingers signing where you had put the arrow sticky notes.  Racehorse turned around to you with a smoldering look and handed the file to you. You reached for it giving it a tug just as Racehorse tugged it and pulled you back into him,

“Still on for dinner tonight, yes?”

“Of course,” you smiled wide.

“Can I kiss you then?” his voice dropped low before his lips landed on your neck, his free hand started to run up your clothed thigh and you let out a slight whimper.

“I think you know that answer to that” you moaned slightly and arched your body into his.

Racehorse smiled into your neck and kissed up to your ear at the same time his hand slid around to your behind giving it a quick squeeze and then a slight slap,

“Better run along Y/N, the courthouse closes in two hours don’t need you to get distracted from your job by a kiss.”

You let out a giggle and pulled away from him completely walking towards the door,

“I’ am lucky the boss is my husband. If I don’t do a good job at work I know just how to make up for it when I get him home”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

The friend part 10

The Friend

The Friend part 2

The Friend part 3

The Friend part 4

The Friend part 5

The Friend part 6

The Friend part 7

The Friend part 8

The Friend part 9

And here we are, the final of this series! It has been amazing co writing this series with @beccabarba who ended off with a bang! Thank you for writing besides me with this series, it was a lot of fun as always.

Warnings: Angst, smut and as always a happy ending.

WC: 4175

To be the betrayer, rather than to betrayed was new to you and for the first time in your life you weren’t just dealing with the guilty feeling and the feeling of disappointment with how you had made people feel, you were also dealing with a broken heart and the constant criticism that your mum and sometimes your dad threw at you on a daily basis, as well as dealing with the work load and the sticky beaks that were asking questions about why you and Eliana weren’t out together anymore and when she was in something that had to do with the fashion house your mum was going with her instead. Even the on-line bloggers were starting to pick it up. It broke your heart that she felt like that towards you, sometimes not even looking at you as she walked through the halls of the office, and sometimes you would sit in your office and have a cry with how horrible it made you feel.

You had heard that sometimes the best thing when addicted to something was to quit cold turkey, but it was a horrible feeling missing him in every way. After the day in his kitchen, it wasn’t the same. He had told you he wanted to mend things with Eliana again and you had both decided that it was fun while it lasted but you had both hurt one of the most important people to you both and that was that. You had wished it had happened months before that, because maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much not talking to him, not seeing his name pop up on your phone screen, not feeling his body weight on top of you, and not feeling his beard on your skin. You craved him but you knew it was an addiction you needed to break.

You had heard from your mum that Eliana had passed the bar when she spoke about you taking six months away in Paris to help set up a pop-up store for the fashion house, making sure everything was set up for fashion week before you would come back via New York, a routine you were more than used to, but not a routine you were used to doing by yourself. You were also told by your mum that Eliana would take your position in the company, as well as still modelling, while you were away. Your apartment was going to be sublet by one of the models you managed till you were back, and your mum organised an apartment with a small balcony overlooking the Eiffel tower.

Your parents had been tough on you with the situation, but when your mum got you alone on New Year’s Day before your afternoon flight out, she had a heart to heart with you about everything and  let you know how much she knew your heart was broken with the whole situation. She wanted you to make the most of time away to heal and come back as new, healed, and stronger person. The tears rolled down you cheeks as you flew over the ocean, thinking about the last time you made this same trip with your best friend, counting down the hours till you would be back as soon as the plane took off, but now, your life was packed in two cases for 6 months heading to a city that for the second time in your life you wished you were going to with someone who, by now, you knew for sure you would be in love with.

Setting up a pop-up store was harder than your three-position job back in Chicago with the company. You needed to make sure all the store fittings matched the style of your Chicago store, the signage was perfect, you needed to hire the multiple staff for different positions, all the clothing items were shipped over in a timely manner, and your mom had put you in charge of the staff training. To top all that off, you had to organise a massive store opening the week before the fashion shows started because most of the important people that you needed to be seen at the opening were already in the country by then. Despite being so busy, you noticed couples everywhere, you walked near the tower a hand full of times seeing the cliché dip kiss in from of the tower or that romantic moment when someone dropped to their knees offering their partner ‘the ring’.  

You were surprised how fast six months actually went. It was the morning after the store opening, which was more successful than you ever would have dreamed. You had slowly started to pack your 6-month life up; you posted home a few boxes and your bags being were packed, bar your outfits for the shows in Paris and New York, and for the after parties you were going to. You were sitting at a café that had been your favourite café since you were a little girl. You had your favourite breakfast dish and had got an iced coffee to go, deciding to make the walk back to your apartment to continue packing and make a couple more boxes to post home.

You thought at first you were hearing things, you hadn’t heard that voice say your name like that since before the fall out, brushing it off and you kept walking till you heard it again, loader. You spun around and your eyes set on Eliana’s smiling face pushing through the crowd to get to you,

“Eliana!” you looked at her confused, before she almost jumped on you wrapping you in her arms and you slowly wrapped your arms around her before she pulled back, her hands going to your shoulders looking at you with tears in her eyes.

“It’s so good to see you, babe,” she hugged you tight again.

“It’s so good to see you too…” you muttered into her shoulder before she pulled back again “I’m surprised you’re-“

“I know,” she cut you off with a laugh, “Look, babe. I am so sorry I acted the way I did when I found out about you and my dad. I was just being a dramatic little bitch. But it did hurt, at first anyway.”

“I am sorry, babe. I should have told you what was going on and stopped it.”

Eliana shook her head and brushed your hair behind your ear, “No babe. You shouldn’t have stopped for me. My dad hasn’t been the same since it all ended. I should have been happy for you both. I can see how much it actually meant to him. To both of you. We’ve been talking. You know, Dad had mended everything, and there was no reason for me to spew so much hate on you. I was just surprised.” She paused, then grinned. “Besides, come on babe, you can’t do Paris and New York without me.” You both laughed and were crying happy tears when you embraced each other again, hugging each other tight “But anyway enough about us. Tomorrow morning, our café for brunch”

“Ok,” you smiled. “Sounds perfect.”

“Great. I went by your place before I came here. I left something on your doorstep, you better hurry back before its stolen…” Eliana winked at you, hugged and kissed you before she turned and walked away. You were flooded with relief, and curiosity.

You weren’t quite sure what she left. Your mind suggested one thing, but after everything, surely it couldn’t be true? You rushed back anyway. The elevator on the way up to your floor was the longest ride to date. The doors had only opened enough for you to squeeze your hand through, pushing them open, rushing out down the hall and turning the corner. Your eyes teared up when you saw him pacing at your door with his hands in his pockets. He looked up at you with that smug smile that you loved and missed, his eyes lighting up.

“Where have you been, young lady? I fly thousands of miles to see you and you’re not even home.”

“Sorry,” you said shyly and started to walk towards him, “If I had known company was coming today, I wouldn’t have gone out.” You came to stand toe to toe with him and he let out a chuckle with one hand coming out of his pocket and going to your hip.

“That’s not how surprises work, sweetums.” His head dipped to catch your lips, his hand coming from your hip to your cheek and he kissed you deeply, you melting into him “I think you should open the door; don’t you think my sweet?” he rolled his hips into you.

You bit your bottom lip, your hand going to his chest and you looked up at him,

“Do you think so?” you purred.

“Well, unless you want me to fuck you in the hallway for everyone to see. I suggest you do, my sweet,” he growled.

You stepped away from him, quickly pulling your keys from your bag. As you were trying to get them in the lock, his hands were on your hips and thigh pulling you back into him, his lips kissing your neck, his beard on your skin making you shiver, and his hard pant-covered cock poking into your ass. You slid your key in the lock and turned it, gently slapping at the hand on your hips. “Hey, you’ve crossed a whole ocean, you can wait thirty seconds,” you teased.

In answer, he pulled you back into him harder, nipping the place where your neck curved into your shoulder, sending heat through your body. His words were a whisper against your skin. “I can’t resist you for a moment longer.” He reached around you to push the now unlocked, door open, hustling you through.

Inside the apartment, you dropped your bag and shrugged off your jacket quickly. He closed the door behind you, and as he turned to face you, you pushed him back against the door, your hands on his shoulders, pressing against him and seeking his mouth with yours, kissing him with the hunger of all days you’d been apart from him. His hands found your hips, one of them trailing up your spine and caressing the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss. Your senses were filled with him; the feel of his hot mouth, the texture of his beard, the smell of his cologne. The familiar strength of his hands and the solid heat of his body, the little growl of arousal in his throat.

Eventually, breathless, you pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you missed me,” he said.

“Not at all. It’s been nice not having to contend with your ego. Not having to see this smug face all the time.” You brought up a hand to caress his cheek.

He chuckled, put his hands on your shoulders and pushed you backwards, navigating the way to the big couch in the middle of the room. “If I’m so egotistical…” he said between steps, pushing you back again, “…and you can’t stand seeing my smug face…” you moved backwards with him, and your legs found the couch. He pushed you back onto it and you sank onto your back, as he leaned in over you, his lips still nearly touching yours, “…then you won’t want me to fuck you, will you sweetheart?” He grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them by your ears, his whole body covering yours, his breath mingling with yours.

You were panting with the need he aroused in you, and your heart was soaring with happiness that you were reunited, and it didn’t have to be a secret. As you looked up into his dark, warm eyes, you were hit by a rush of emotion. “Fucking hell, Racehorse, I missed you so much.”

He smiled widely. “And I flew across the Atlantic to be with you.”

“You did,” you flushed with pleasure. “It’s like you care.”

His expression showed just how much he did care. But he raised an eyebrow, and rolled his hips down against you. You gasped. “We can talk later,” he growled. “But first things first…” His eyes locked to yours, his expression almost predatory. It sent a shiver through you.

“Fuck me, sir…” you said, your eyes wide and innocent. His lips curled into a satisfied smile.

“With pleasure, my filthy girl. Show me your bedroom.” He pushed up off you and helped you to your feet, taking your hand in his. You didn’t let go, but turned and led him through to your bedroom, the big bed neatly made, but several half-packed suitcases scattered on the floor.

“Sorry for the mess,” you said, gesturing around.

“I hadn’t noticed,” he said, “my attention is elsewhere.”

You smiled and turned to face him, pulling him softly towards you. He watched you, as you reached for him and started to undress him, pushing off his jacket, starting on the buttons of his shirt, revealing his white undershirt beneath. You tugged the shirt from his arms, and wasted no time pulling the undershirt up and over his head. The beautiful, toned body you knew so well was revealed to you. You put your hands on his chest, running your fingers through the texture of his chest hair, feeling his body heat. He caught his breath as your touch skimmed over his nipples.

You ran your hands lower, finding his belt and the fastening of his pants, unfastening both as he watched. You could see the bulge inside the fabric, and his erection sprung free the moment you loosened his pants. You trailed your eyes from his big cock and up his body to let him see the desire in your expression. He brought one hand up to the back of your neck and pushed down, gently, as you sank onto your knees. You smiled as you looked up at him. “This is how we met,” you said, with a little giggle.

“So it is. So open wide and remind me how filthy you are,” he said softly. You wasted no time, leaning forward and taking him between your lips, letting the wide head of his cock slip into your mouth, pushing towards the back of your throat, before lavishing his length with your tongue, and moving back to suck on the head. You felt his hand tighten on the back of your head, as he pushed his hips forward, going deeper this time, starting to move so he was fucking your mouth, slowly, giving you plenty of time to tease him with your tongue and lips, but pushing back into your throat further each time, until he started to take your breath away, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You hummed around him in pleasure, encouraging him, enjoying his taste.

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled out, and his hand cradled your face so you were looking up at him. “Much as I’m enjoying the nostalgia of remembering our first meeting, it’s been too long since I fucked you properly. Get up.”

He held out his hand and helped you stand up. He stroked your face, and ran his thumb over your wet and slightly swollen lips, before kissing you deeply. He was still kissing you as his hands moved down and pulled at your clothes. You helped him, and soon you were naked, as he stepped back and slid his pants down his legs, until you were both as naked as each other. For a moment, you just stared at each other, then he stepped into you and pushed you, lowering you onto your back on the bed. He moved over you, his hands exploring, his mouth finding one hard nipple, then the other, and sucking in a way that made you arch up into him. One of his hands slid to your throat, and your eyes met his. “Fuck me,” you said breathlessly.

He set his eyes stern and raised his eyebrows.

“Fuck me, please?” you tried.

The hand on your throat squeezed slightly and you bit your lip. “Please fuck me, sir,” you begged, as his other hand slipped down to press between your thighs and make you gasp.

He shook his head slightly.

“Racehorse, sir, please…” you moaned, as his fingers started to tease over your clit.

“Try again,” he ordered. “Y/N, try again.”

It was him using your name that gave you your clue what he wanted. “Ricardo, I need you to fuck me, please,” you said, watching his response.

“Only my mother, and my girlfriend, call me that,” he replied, as his knee pushed between your legs, encouraging you to spread for him. He was still toying with you with his fingers, and the pleasure rushed through you – both arousal and pleasure at the idea of being his girlfriend – not his secret lover.

“Fuck your girlfriend, Ricardo,” you urged. In response, you felt his fingers tighten in a little pinch of your clit.

“Don’t push your luck, sweetheart,” he growled.

You giggled and made big eyes at him. “I’m sorry…sir…”

He nodded, his fingers circling again, taking you closer and closer to the edge. He plunged three fingers into you and you arched your back again, whining with need. “Just as hot and wet as that first day I met you,” he crooned. Then he pulled his fingers out, and made a show of licking them clean, before he repositioned himself between your thighs, hands by your head, pushing his hips forward and his big cock filling you slowly, the stretch familiar and yet – after the long break – closer to the edge of pain than usual. He was watching your face, and when he bottomed out in you, he held himself there, giving your body chance to remember him, to relax for him. You wrapped your legs around him, and let him know you were ready by lifting your hips, trying to pull him deeper.

He fucked you slowly at first, his thrusts deep and powerful, but both of you more interested in the feeling of being connected, him being sheathed in you again, than in chasing your orgasms. He circled his hips rhythmically, bending his head to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth, before his lips traced along your jaw and down onto your throat, nipping softly, as you wrapped your hands around his back, digging your nails into his skin. You felt his pace quicken with the wanton thread of pain between you, the mounting need for more, for release.

To your surprise, he growled and pulled back, sitting back on his haunches. You missed the heat and stretch of him at once. “Turn over,” he instructed urgently, his hands encouraging you. “Hands and knees.” You rolled over and raised yourself up, feeling his hands on your ass, as he spread you, enjoying the view, before pressing himself against you again. You pushed back into him and he chuckled and delivered a little sharp spank to one cheek, before giving you what you wanted and thrusting forwards, filling you completely. One hand came to your hip, gripping tightly, the other slid up your back to your head. He grabbed a handful and pulled, yanking your whole body back into him, as he started to fuck you, this time much faster and with more intent.

“Oh god, Racehor…Ricardo, feels so good, I’ve missed the way you fuck me,” you whined between thrusts, your breath coming quickly.

“I’ve missed fucking you,” he grunted, the effort making his voice low and uneven. “I’ve never been addicted to anyone like I am you, sweetheart.” He pulled your hair harder and you shoved one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit to encourage the orgasm that was already building deep in your body.

Both of you were covered in a sheen of sweat, as you pushed back to meet each hard thrust, and his hands gripped harder and harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Every time he filled you, he pressed against just the right spot inside you, and his fingers took you closer and closer. “I’m so close, I’m going to come…” you moaned.

“Wait,” he ordered, fucking you faster.

“Oh god, please…” you replied urgently, feeling yourself getting to the point of no return. “Please!”

“Now, come with me now,” he panted, shoving himself all the way inside you and pressing his body to yours, as you shuddered beneath him, your body clenching around his cock as he spilled his seed inside you. Pleasure flooded every cell, and you gasped for breath, feeling the intensity of your release to the end of your fingers and toes.

For a long moment, he was pressed to you, breathing hard, still inside you. “Oh my god, that was…I don’t even know what it was…just so good…please don’t ever stop fucking me, or be away from me for so long again…” you said, just about coherent.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “Do you know why?” You felt his beard on your skin close to the back of your neck.

“Because I’m a filthy slut for you?” you replied over your shoulder, grinning.

“You are, that’s for sure,” he chuckled. “But,” he leaned closer so he was whispering in your ear, “it’s actually because I love you.” He planted a little kiss on the back of your shoulder, before pushing up and back from you, rising to his feet by the bed. You spun around quickly.

“What did you say?” you demanded, your heart beating even harder, scarcely able to believe it.

“You heard me, sweetums, don’t be coy.” His eyes were twinkling.

You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts, hesitant to rush your response after all the emotion and stress of your relationship so far. “Give me a moment,” you said, wandering through to the bathroom to clean up and slip on a soft robe. You stopped to stare at yourself in the mirror and you couldn’t deny what you saw. A woman who had been thoroughly fucked, yes. But also, a woman in love. You smiled at your reflection, and turned to go back to the bedroom.

Racehorse was sitting on the bed, the comforter over his lower half. You walked to his side of the bed, seeing his eyes on you, and took his hand in yours, kissing each of his fingers softly. “I love you too, Ricardo. And I have for months and months.”

His smile was one of pure joy, his eyes full of light. He grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the bed. You fell over him, onto the other side, and quickly snuggled into his body, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. He kissed the top of your head and, for a long moment, you simply breathed together. Eventually, you lifted your face to look up at him.

“Does this mean it’s official?” you asked. “We can be seen in public?”

“Well, all the people who matter already know, and have given us their blessing. Although Eliana did point out she wouldn’t call you Mommy.” He smiled.

“I am more relieved by that than you know,” you replied. “But you know people will ask – people who don’t know us will gossip about us online?”

“Then maybe we should tell them how we met, give them something to really enjoy,” he said lightly. You opened your eyes wide in horror. “I don’t mean it,” he dropped his voice to a whisper. “Your secret is safe with me. But I will keep an eye on you at parties.”

“I never did that before. You know that don’t you? Even then…there was something about you Ricardo Diaz.” You reached up and stroked your fingers through his beard.

“And you were like a black hole. Your gravity sucking me in from across the room,” he said. “I couldn’t resist you. And I still can’t.”

“I’m not sure that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said,” you smirked. “A black hole?”

“Why not? Powerful, mysterious…”

You laughed. “I love the way you see me.”

He chuckled. “And from now on, everyone will see you as my girlfriend.”

“And they’ll know you’re mine,” you added. He smiled at that.

“Yes, they will. I will be proud every time we’re seen together, sweetheart.”

“Is this a long-term situation in your head?” you asked him, wanting to be sure you were both on the same page.

“Absolutely.”

You looked at each other for a long moment. Then his smile turned wicked. “Want to know how I see you right now?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yes?” You saw his expression. “Yes…sir?”

His eyes darkened. “Why don’t I show you instead?” and his hands wrapped around you and pulled you into his body, rolling on top of you as his mouth found yours and your heart – and your temperature – soared.

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The friend part 9

The Friend

The Friend part 2

The Friend part 3

The Friend part 4

The Friend part 5

The Friend part 6

The Friend part 7

The Friend part 8

So sad this is the second last chapter and this is the shortest one of all of them. @beccabarba will guest star in the final chapter next week.

Warnings: morning smut, swearing, angst and drama.

WC: 1391

Enjoy x

Nights out dressed to the nines, front row tickets to anything you wanted to go to, and the chance of waking up the next morning with multiple articles or posts about your outfit, how big or little you looked, how amazing or ugly your hair and makeup was, and a list of people that were out with you was 9 times out of 10. That was life and you acted accordingly. Even just a simple trip to the movies was a major event in the eyes of social media. Sometimes you were in the mood for it, brushing it all off like you were made for this glamorous cut-throat world and other times it was just home and work with no in between.

As the summer was winding down, work had been busy. The ball was rolling on the winter party, that most years was actually bigger than the summer one and the winter line drawings were in progress to get ready for investors viewing meetings, and the mock ups being made, while all the models had their annual week off at a house that your parents booked for them every year as a staff bonus before they came back for fittings, runway shows and viewings.

It was starting to be a habit that when Eliana was away over night, an extended time away, or you both knew that she would be busy: you would end up staying the night with Racehorse, and it was starting to feel amazing waking up with him. When he invited you over for dinner and a movie, you were blown away that he had organised the DVD of a movie that you had mentioned in passing you wanted to see at the cinema but never got around to it and, instead of the usual 5-star restaurant food, it was pizza from one of the best woodfire pizza place in the area, a bottle of wine, the movie and so much foreplay that by the time he got you to bed it didn’t take very long for the finale.

The morning sun seeped in through the big glass windows with thin curtains, the brightness making your eyes flutter open slowly. Once they adjusted, your eyes rested on Racehorse looking at an email on his phone, the comforter down around his waist and you were made very aware that you were still completely naked under the sheets and your thighs were still sticky from the night before. You shuffled over close to him, a grin pulling to his face when he felt your hand run over his abs and down under the covers, your hand sliding straight down to his long length and you started to rub him and kiss his shoulder.

It didn’t  take long for him to harden in your touch, when he reached over putting his phone on the bedside table and he rolled over onto you on his side, grabbing your thigh, pulling it over his hip and his hand went between your thighs brushing through your already wet folds. Racehorse lent close to you, his lips crashing on yours and slipped his tongue into your mouth and yours toyed with his. You moaned into his mouth when his hand left you, he broke the kiss and reached into his bedside table drawer after opening it pulling out protection, ripping it with his teeth, pushing your hand away and rolling it on.

Racehorse’s hand came to your thigh again, pulling you to him and he moved his hips so he could slide up into you. One of your hands went to his cheek and the other went to his shoulder, both your hips rolling into each there’s and breathing heavy in each other’s faces,

“I like waking up to you,” you panted.

“I know, sweetums,” he grinned.

His hips picked up their pace rolling up into you and you rolling down into him. Your hand that was on his shoulder started to run down his chest, your nails scrapping over him slightly. He let out a groan and in a swift move he rolled you onto your back, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them next to your head. His pelvic bone was just enough, brushing over your needy clit and his long hard cock hit your sweet spot bringing you to the edge. Your body filled with so much intensity that you started to whine in pleasure. You brought your legs up around his middle, his hips getting deep and getting sloppy,

“Say my name,” he grunted, “When you cum.”

You nodded back at him, knowing what he meant, biting your bottom lip, and you could feel in the pit of your belly, your coil was about to snap, the sheet wet under you from how turned on you were. Deep thrust after deep thrust, groans, moans and skin on skin filling the room,

“Race-Ricardo” you moaned load.

Your back arched up, your mouth dropping open and your eyes closed when your coil snapped, heat washing over you and his fingers tightened around your wrists, pushing them onto the bed more and his lips latched onto your neck nipping and sucking in the crock of your neck just before his teeth sunk into you slightly, he stilling by the way you said his name and he came deep inside you with a loud groan, his forehead on your shoulder breathing heavy.

He moved up off you a moment later, kissing you deeply before he rolled off you getting up to rid himself of the condom and clean himself up. You got up out of bed, walking around to the pail of cloths from the night before, picking up his navy button down slipping it on and doing up some buttons to cover your body,

“Coffee?” you yelled through the door.

“Of course, my sweet. We will order in breakfast though.”

You smiled to yourself and opened the bedroom door walking through the living area into the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks, your hands going over your mouth and Eliana dropped the glass of orange juice she had just poured herself. The glass smashed and the orange juice spilt everywhere,

“Y/N” she shrieked “I- what- the-“

“Eliana, please” you felt the tears spill into your eyes.

“My sweet, are you ok?” Racehorse’s voice came from behind you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she screamed “You’re fucking my dad? And you-” she pointed her finger at Racehorse, “You’re fucking my best friend?”

“Eliana, babe please hear us out” the tears ran down your cheeks.

“Mi niña, please” Racehorse pleaded and walking up to rest his hand on your back.

Eliana raised her eyebrow looking between you both and crossed her arms over her body,

“How long has this” she pointed between you both “been going on?” she spat.

“Since your birthday, my love” Racehorse answered.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she shrieked.

“Eliana, por favor” Racehorse said firmly “Don’t be so dramatic”

“Eliana, I didn’t know who he was till you introduced me,” you sniffed.

“So, wait a minute, you fucked her before I took you too meet her? How fucked up is that, so she is just another whore then, hey dad?”

Your heart stung when she said that, but you didn’t blame her for saying it. The room fell silent and sadness filled you when Racehorse dropped his hand from your back and he walked to stand on the opposite side of the kitchen bench, leaning on his fists,

“I understand your upset young lady, but you remember who’s house you’re in and don’t you talk about Y/N like that. You haven’t given either us a chance to explain anything yet”

“Always the lawyer” she threw her hands up in the air “I don’t want to hear it dad. You and I are done!” she spat at Racehorse grabbing her bag off the bench and walking towards the door.

“Eliana, please,” you grabbed her arm as she walked past.

She turned around to face you, her face red with anger and eyes filled with so much hate. She raised her pointer finger up into your face and her voice was nothing but a snarl,

“You disgust me, I can hardly look at you. I hope fucking my dad was worth it, because you’ve lost your best friend”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

The friend part 8

The Friend

The Friend part 2

The Friend part 3

The Friend part 4

The Friend part 5

The Friend part 6

The Friend part 7

The count down is on for the finale of this series. This chapter was co written with the lovely @beccabarba who wrote the delicious smut for it.

Warnings: pinning and smugness, Little rough but not too much smut.

WC: 3831.

Enjoy x

For as long as you could remember, you’d thought Paris was one of the most beautiful cities in the world. You had years of memories going with your mum every year, watching all the runway shows with eyes wide at the beauty of the outfits and your mum taking you shopping to buy you things that “no one in Chicago would have”. But, while some young women and men dreamt about finding the love of their life in the city, getting engaged in front of the Eiffel tower, or having a romantic kiss photo op in front of it, you dreamt about the clothes, shoes, bags and sunglasses that you would get on your three weeks there, the fashion shows that left you in awe and the party after party eating and networking with gorgeous people from around the world and  then on the way home stopping in New York and having the same experience.

The four weeks away was usually the best time away, getting away from Chicago, away from work commitments and you usually felt really sad about coming home and having to get back into the grind of things, but for the first time in your life you pictured yourself in the city of love with someone you cared about. You wanted that cliché photo of being dipped down and being French kissed by your Romeo with the sun setting behind the tower, walking through The Louvre hand in hand and kissing in dark corners.

From the moment you stepped foot in Paris you were noticing the couples everywhere and you secretly hope that his bearded face would appear in front of you in the crowd, claiming he was there for Eliana, but deep down knowing he was there for you. You had both agreed it was too risky to have any contact while you were away with Eliana always close by and your heart hurt when it flew over the ocean that it would be four weeks till you saw him again or heard his voice.

You knew these feelings were bad, really what good would come from them. As soon as Eliana found out, one of two things would happen, she would either be over the moon that you were together and both happy or she would lose her mind hating her dad again and even worse hating you, and deep down you knew it would be the latter. The chances of Eliana being happy about everything were almost the same chances as you becoming a designer.

You had a ball with Eliana no matter what the situation and this time away was no different, but this was the first time you were counting down the hours till you were back in Chicago, your mind half with you and the other half with the man that made beard burn look like a fashion statement, and you couldn’t wait to see him again. It was a last-minute decision for Eliana to stay in New York, her mum flying out to meet her. They were going to be spending the week there, you were so excited when the plane touched down, and when you were finally in a taxi you unlocked your phone dialling his number,

“My sweet,” Racehorse said deeply over the phone.

“Hey” you cooed “I missed your voice”

“Hope you missed more than that, sweetums. I should be home in about an hour”

“I’ll be there”

It wasn’t long after you got home that you were back in a taxi and hoping that the taxi driver wasn’t judging you for what you were wearing. Your tummy filled with butterflies when the cab pulled into the driveway and you got out walking to the double doors that almost looked unrecognisable in the dusk of the sunset, you so used to seeing them in the dark of night. You rang the doorbell and as usual it wasn’t long before the door swung open and your face heated up when your eyes met his, running over his handsome salt and pepper beard, his hair perfect, two buttons undone on his collar showing that he had no under shirt on, his sleeves rolled up and his socked feet. All while his eyes ran over the thigh length designer trench coat, a long designer scarf tied around your neck, a pair of thigh high black lace trimmed stockings and a pair of Mary Jeans you picked up in New York.

You heard a growl rattle in his chest before an arm hooked around you pulling you into him and his lips landed on yours, kissing you deeply as he pulled you in the door and slammed it shut. Your hands went to his neck, moaning into his mouth and a spark shot through you when you felt the warmth of his skin on your palms,

“Four weeks was a long time” he muttered and peaked your lips.

“It was” you purred “I have something for you” you stepped away reaching into your bag and pulling out a box with a ribbon around it and you handed it to him resting it in his long-fingered hand. He raised an eye brow when he pulled to undo the bow and saw the designer name on it and then pulled the lid off, his mouth dropping open slightly seeing the brown leather band watch sitting on a pillow in it “Hope you like it” you smiled small.

“Very much” he lent over, his lips crashing on yours kissing you deep and rough “Thank you, my sweet. That’s very nice of you”

Racehorse put the lid back on the box, grabbing your hand and started to pull you towards his bed room, you dropping your bag on the couch on the way past. Once you were in there, he dropped your hand walking to the bedside table and sitting the watch box on it and sitting on the edge of the bed, beckoning you to him with his long pointer finger. You walked over to him slowly, his eyes running up your legs and he spread his legs before you stood between them,

“Did you miss me?” your hands went to run over his shoulders, his hands on your hips.

“You know I don’t answer those type of questions, sweetums” he winked smugly.

A grin pulled to your face and you lent down, your lips going to his ear, your breath hitting his skin and you felt him shiver,

“Please Sir, tell me you missed me” you purred in his ear and nipped his ear lobe before standing back up tall and you started to scarp your nails over his clothed chest.

His big warm hands came to rest on yours, stopping them in their track,

“You’re a smart woman, my sweet. I don’t need to tell you what you already know” he smirked and his hands started to push your hands down his chest and he guided one to his crotch, your hand cupping him giving him a squeeze over his zipper.

His hand left yours and he reached up pulling the waist tie of your jacket and then he started to undo the buttons for it fall open in front of you. His eyes ran over your naked body that was now on show for him, to the top of your lace thigh high stockings. You saw the look on his face, pulling your hands away from him and standing up straight. Your eyes locked with his as you shrugged off your jacket letting it fall off you to pool at your heeled feet, just leaving you in your stockings and scarf.

You could see the bulge in his pants and you moved to straddle his lap. Your hands going to his neck again and his hands started to run all over your naked body and groping at the plump flesh at the front and back of your body. You broke the kiss rolling your hips down on him and his hands grabbing at your ass,

“Next time I go away for four weeks…”

“I’ll be coming with you, young lady.”

His lips landed on yours again, his arms wrapping around you and he moved to lay back on his pillow, pulling you down on top of him. Your elbows were either side of his head, your fingers threaded into his hair and his hands were on your hips pushing you down on him while you kissed each other deep, your tongues rolling together.

Without breaking the kiss, you reached up to your neck loosening the scarf and pulling it off you. You finally broke the kiss, reaching up to hook the scarf around the bed head and then grabbed one of Racehorse’s hands pulling it up to the scarf and you quickly tied his wrist to one end of it before you quickly did the same to the other wrist. You sat up off him, both your hands on his chest and you licked your lips looking at him with his hands tied up above his head and both his eyebrows raised. You smirked down at him as your fingers started to undo his buttons to his bare chest,

“That scarf was a gift from a designer in Paris. Be a good boy and don’t tug too hard on it, you’ll pull the thread.”

You lent down when his shirt fell open off him and licked over his nipple before kissing up to his neck, a groan leaving him and he bucked his hips up into you,

“You know you’re in trouble, don’t you sweetums?” you heard the amusement in his voice.

“And I know, sir, that you’ve you missed me too much to put up a fight and you just want your cock in me…” he let out a groan when you rolled your hips down on him. He pushed up against you again, and you nearly lost your balance. “Easy there,” you said with a grin.

You ran a hand down over his chest, tracing over his nipples with your fingertip, and lower, over his toned body. You felt the hitch in his breathing, and you raised yourself up to unfasten his pants, hooking your fingertips under the waistband, and pulling them down, taking his underwear with them, watching his big cock spring free, already rock hard. You made a show of looking at him admiringly, and took his length in your hand, rubbing softly. “Oh my…” you whispered, running your eyes up to his. “I almost forgot how big you are.” You gave him a sideways smile and a wink.

“Saddle up, sweetheart, I’ll remind you,” he said, his words a growl but his eyes twinkling. You squeezed him tighter and saw the way his jaw clenched.

“Saddle up and ride? This why they call your Racehorse?” you said, smirking, rubbing him with a twist in your wrist. He chuckled.

“You’re a little tease tonight, aren’t you?” he said, words wavering as you pumped your hand up and down. “You’re only denying yourself, my sweet…”

You moved to straddle his hips, pressing your wet core down onto him, letting the thick head of his cock trail through your folds. Both of you caught your breath, as you undulated your hips, pressing your clit against him, knowing how hot and wet the sensation would be for him. “Better stop teasing then, hadn’t I?” you whispered. “Be a good boy and play nice.” You felt him twitching as you lined yourself up with him and lowered yourself onto him, his cock spreading you open, until you were seated on him. He tried to thrust up into you right away, but you let your weight rest heavily on his hips, pressing down. “Eager, are we?”

“Haven’t fucked you in a month,” he said, his voice rough. “Want to fuck you so good…” He pushed up into you again, and you rode his hips this time, gasping slightly at the sensation of him filling you even deeper.

“Whoa, stallion,” you chuckled. “Don’t want me to fall off do you?”

“Hold on tight then, my love,” he said in response, pulling his hips down and thrusting back up again.

You put your hands on his chest and leaned forwards, putting your face closer to his, your breasts resting on his body. “Be a good boy and let me ride you until I get off…” you whispered.

He smiled. “And what’s my reward?”

You locked eyes with him. “I’ll untie your hands and let you show me how much you missed me.”

His expression darkened, and his smile was wicked now. “When you untie my hands, you’re in trouble, young lady.”

You gave him a naughty grin. “I know that,” you acknowledged, leaning in to brush his lips in a teasing kiss.

“You have a deal,” he growled.

You nodded, and sat back, his cock filling you once again. You slid one hand down your body, finding your swollen clit and starting to rub circles over it, as he planted his feet and started to move his hips rhythmically, pushing up to fill you completely with deep, slow strokes that let you feel every inch of him. You took your weight on your legs and met his thrusts, controlling the depth and pressure. You saw his eyes on your breasts, bouncing as he fucked you, and used your other hand to caress the swell of one breast, teasing your own nipple, knowing he was watching. “Like the view?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow. “Bet you wish it was your hands on me. But you can’t touch me, can you?”

That earned you a harder thrust, making you squeal and pitch forward, catching yourself with a hand on his chest. “Bad Racehorse,” you protested.

“Oh no, I’m very good,” he replied smoothly. You shook your head and returned to touching yourself, his eyes lingering where your hand moved between your thighs, and you learned back, giving him a show, as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, waves of electricity shooting through your body with every thrust of his hips.

“Yes, just like that,” you moaned, encouraging to keep the same pace and depth. “Yes, you are good, so fucking good, I missed your fucking cock,” you breathed, the tension mounting low in your body.

“That’s it, come on, come on my cock,” he urged, and you could hear his arousal in his voice.

“I’m going to…oh, yes…” you cried, moving your hand faster until you rolled your hips down onto him frantically and the tension broke, pleasure sweeping through you, your body gripping him as you came hard, your free hand pressing against his body.

You stayed astride him, filled with him, as you recovered, breathing hard, your heart pounding, closing your eyes. He relaxed down onto the bed, moving his hips slightly beneath you, still twitching with his own unfulfilled need.

When your breathing had returned to nearly normal, you opened your eyes slowly, peering down into his face. You met a self-satisfied smile. “You looked pleased with yourself,” you said.

“I love watching you fall apart,” he purred. “I missed it. And that was quite the show.”

You couldn’t help a wide grin. He made you feel sexier than any lover had ever done before. No one had ever seemed to enjoy just looking at you, watching you take your own pleasure, in the way that he did. Still, you gave him a hostile stare. “It wasn’t for your benefit. That was me using you for my pleasure.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He paused. “But I’d be careful with that attitude.”

“Oh yeah?” Carefully, you slid off him, his cock still hard and proud, now shining with your wet arousal. You moved up the bed to kiss him teasingly on the lips. “What’re you going to do about it?” You ran your fingers up and down his arms, emphasising that they were still tied above his head.

“Why don’t you untie this scarf?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’ll find out.”

You looked into his eyes. “Is it safe to untie you, Racehorse? Will you be good?”

He chuckled darkly. “No promises.”

You bit your lip, the urge to find out exactly what he might do too much to resist. You reached up slowly and unfastened the scarf, backing away from him with it in your hand, and getting to you feet as he sat up, rubbing his wrists, a look of intent in his eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned with one finger. You giggled, and took a few more paces away from him, daring him to chase you.

Racehorse stood up and fixed you with a determined gaze. “Four long weeks and you want to play games?” he demanded, walking towards you slowly.

You grinned, then squealed as he suddenly lunged at you, trying to duck out of his grasp, but you weren’t quick enough and he caught your arm in a strong grip, pulling you back against him in an instant. The heat of his body against yours made your arousal catch fire again. He kept his grip on your arm with one hand, as the other slid up your body to caress your breasts. You moaned at the feel of his hands on you. “Oh yes,” he murmured, his beard on the side of your neck. “All that teasing, but it doesn’t take much does it? To have you where I want you?”

His hand slid up from your chest to wrap softly around your throat, squeezing just a little. You bit your lip and leaned back against him. You moaned again, as he released your arm and put his other hand on you, exploring your body, squeezing and caressing your flesh and your curves, kissing the back of your neck until your knees felt weak. He nipped your earlobe, then whispered again. “Mine.” You breathed harder. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes.” The hand on your throat squeezed harder. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Before you knew it, he’d pulled the scarf from your hand and thrown in on the floor, then he was pushing you irresistibly towards the bed, manhandling you onto your back. “It’s time I fucked you like you’re mine.” His eyes were dark, his face full of his desire for you. “You want that, sweetums?”

“I thought I was in trouble, sir?” you said, your tone cheeky.

He chuckled, his hand coming up to grip your chin and squeeze your face. “Oh, you are…” he said, eyes burning. Then he leaned forward, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “So far, I’ve been gentle, my sweet. Not tonight… Just say yes.”

You squirmed under him. “Yes. Fuck me, Racehorse.”

He leaned back, his hands going to your legs and pulling you down the bed, off the pillows. His hands clamped to the back of your knees, lifting them and pushing them back towards your ears, almost folding you in half as he took his weight on his hands over you, pressing your legs down. He wasted no time lining up with you, and thrusted his hips forwards hard, filling you completely, your whole body moving with the force of it. You gasped as he gripped your legs even harder, keeping them wide and pushed back as he started to fuck you. At this angle, every thrust hit the deep, tender spot inside you that was almost painful but also filled you with pleasure. He watched you almost wince with every thrust, struggling to keep your eyes open. “Too much?” he panted, his teeth gritted with the effort of his movements.

“No,” you managed. “Never too much, sir…”

“Such a good girl,” he managed, moving his weight above you more, so every thrust pushed you down into the bed, harder than he’d ever fucked you before. “Keep looking at me.” You forced yourself to keep your eyes open and on his, awestruck to see the power of his desire and to know it was focused on you. His pace was growing faster, your legs feeling the stretch as he pushed harder, keeping you in place as his hips started to really slam into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “Fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Racehorse. Yes, show me how much…” you encouraged him.

“I’m going to show you exactly how much, my filthy little girl. That’s it, take it, take it all,” he growled.

“Yes, sir, yes,” you panted, as he thrust deep into you and held himself there, his hot seed spilt inside you, his eyes fixed to yours as if he was surprised himself, at just how strong his feelings were.

You took several deep breaths, and he pushed up, sliding out of you, and unexpectedly moved down your body, his mouth capturing your clit, sucking and teasing urgently. You were close to the edge and pressed up against him. His hands were still on your legs, keeping them wide, as his tongue worked you closer and closer. Your second climax burst suddenly, and your cries of release filled the room, drowning out the wet sounds of his mouth between your thighs, licking you through each wave of pleasure.

As your body shuddered, and your heart pounded, he finally eased his grip on your legs, and lifted his head. You looked up at him weakly, seeing his smile. “Oh my god,” you said softly. “Is that what happens when I’m in trouble?”

He laughed, moving up the bed to lie beside you. You could see where his beard was wet. His long fingers stroked your face. “Well, that depends. Next time, I might put you over my knee and spank you.” You tried not to blush at the thought, which was more arousing that it had any right to be. He just smirked, reading you like an open book as he always did. “I can see you’re not going to start behaving yourself any time soon,” he concluded.

“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” you grinned.

He leaned in to kiss you softly. “Of course not.” His eyes were gentle now, and you saw genuine emotion in them. “I enjoy you just as you are.”

“The feeling’s mutual. I hated being away from you,” you confessed.

“Although you made up for it with tonight’s outfit…or lack of it,” he said. His hand stroked through your hair, as his eyes looked down at the stockings you were still wearing.

You smiled. “I thought you might approve.”

“Oh, I definitely do.” He rolled over onto his back, holding your hand in his. “Can you stay tonight?”

“Yes,” you said happily. “I made sure of it.”

“Good. What do you say I fill the bathtub and you join me?”

“We’re not sleeping yet?”

He propped himself up on one arm, his eyes twinkling. “My sweet, we have four weeks to make up for. We’re not sleeping for hours yet.”

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The friend part 7

The Friend

The Friend part 2

The Friend part 3

The Friend part 4

The Friend part 5

The Friend part 6

Getting really sad we are almost at the end of the series that guest stars @beccabarba

Warnings: Showing a very slight soft Racehorse and smut.

WC: 1989

Enjoy x

It was so out of character for you to be attached to anyone, it was just how you were. Your parents, although amazing, did not have an affectionate relationship with you; although they never told you, you knew they loved you, but they made you work for everything you had become. Really you thanked them for the person you had become but it made you very independent. That attitude also came with friendships and relationships. You had been burnt with love in the past many times, thinking they really cared for you, when it was dropped on you that they were just with you for your status, and it was the same with friends. You were guarded with mostly everyone, practiced non-attachment and never relied one anyone, until now.

You tried not to think about him, but it was like he sensed it and would call or message at the very moment you tried to push him from your mind. You didn’t have an addictive personality, other than your favourite alcohol and junk food, but Racehorse Diaz was a new kind of addiction, of the bad kind. You would lay in bed at night running it over in your head wishing he wasn’t Eliana’s dad, but you were in so deep it was too hard to get out and really you didn’t want to. You also had to think about the consequences of whatever this was and whatever it was going to become later.

He was a high-profile lawyer who was well known for his cut-throat, arrogant approach and you were a sweetheart daughter of the owners of one of American’s biggest fashion houses, born with a golden spoon in your mouth and a boss bitch. You had never had anyone on your arm at events, the media spinning so many stories about you over the years. That, you could handle, you could brush that off, but just thinking about what the media would say when you walked down a red carpet with a man that was almost old enough to be your dad, and the father of your best friend, was something you couldn’t stomach and it made you feel sick. How could you break the addiction, there wasn’t a rehab for ‘sleeping with your best friend’s dad who she once hated and now adored’. Yet despite all that, you were standing over a suitcase on your bed, throwing in everything you needed for an overnight trip.

You knew Eliana was going away with her mum for the weekend, you both flying out the following week for three weeks in Paris and one in New York on the way home for fashion week, Racehorse taking it upon himself to book a night away at a winery just outside the city as a treat for you being away for so long and you hoped that the weekend away with him would be enough for him not to worry about finding anyone else to fill his time with while you were gone for four weeks. You had just zipped up your bag when your phone buzzed, your que to go downstairs.

You grinned to yourself when you walked out the glass doors of your building and he was parked right there, leaning on his black two-seater Cayman Porsche. His hands in the pockets of his black pants and his white polo shirt complementing his tanned skin,

“Morning, my sweet.” He stood up off the car as you got to him, he took your bag off you, his hand going to your hip and he pecked your lips.

“Morning,” you smiled at him “Nice car. What’s the night away for?”

He kissed your forehead, walked to put your bag in the boot and then he was back in front of you, his hands on your hips pulling you into him and your hands went to his shoulders,

“I figured, sweetums, if I took you away for the weekend to remind you what you have here,” his lips came to your ear, “while you’re away you’ll remember who is waiting here to fuck you when you get back.”

“Is this your way of asking me not to sleep with anyone else while I’ am gone, Racehorse?”  you raised your eyebrows at him. You saw the sparkle in his eyes and cheeky grin pull to his face “Does that apply to you too?”

He didn’t answer you, just dipped his head, his lips coming to yours and kissed you deep and rough and weirdly, you knew that was your answer.

“Come on sweetums, check in is in 2 hours and the wine tasting starts not long after that” he slapped your ass slightly.

The wine tasting was a fun afternoon, although he was still his argent filthy self, he had let his hair down. His hands were on you at all times, making it quite clear to everyone around you, that you were his and the words that he muttered in your ear every chance he had turning you on so much that you couldn’t wait to get him back to the hotel room after dinner. The room was beautiful, looking out over the grape vines, Racehorse pouring himself a glass of wine from a bottle he had brought that day while you freshened up.

You looked at yourself in the mirror in the room and you second guessed actually walking out dressed in your emerald green silk and lace bra with matching cheeky cut panties, but you were still confident from the amount of wine you had so you walked out into the small living area of the suite. Your eyes ran over him sitting in a lounge chair, his long fingers wrapped around a wine glass, his legs spread wide looking out at the moon in the dark sky through the double doors that were wide open leading out onto the balcony,

“Hope you poured one for me” you said sweetly, trying to look innocent when his eyes looked up at you.

You saw the wolfish grin pull to his face while his eyes ran over your body,

“What’s this for?” he smirked, licking his lips, sitting the glass on the coffee table and sitting back in his chair with an eye brow raised.

“I figured, Sir. If I showed you, what would be coming home to you, you wouldn’t need to find anyone else to fuck while I’ am gone” you purred his words from earlier, walking over to him slowly and standing between his spread legs with your hands on your hips.

You saw the arousal in his face, he simply reaching out, his long extended pointer finger and he ran it along the waist of your panties, his eyes locked with yours and your face heated up,

“Your such a good girl for me” his voice was deep. His finger stopped at the small bow in the middle of your panties waist and he ran it down over your centre and then moved his hand to cup you completely “Has anyone ever turned you on this much?”

“No, Sir” you panted out when he pushed his palm into you.

“Will anyone ever turn you on this much again?” he licked his lips.

“Definitely not, Sir”

“Good girl” he growled.

You let out a slight squeal when his hands went to your hips, spinning you around and pulling you onto his lap, making sure your legs were rested on top of his. Your back to his chest, his lips on your neck, one of his hands groping your breast through your bra and his other slipping into your panties, his legs spreading wide, yours being spread along with his.  You started to feel the stretch in your inner thighs, but it soon faded away as he kissed around your neck, his fingers plunged into your dripping wet core and other hand slipped into your bra playing and tugging your nipple. Your head dropped back on his shoulder which gave him more access to your neck, one of your hands reaching around to grab the hair on the back of his v shaped hair line and your other grabbed onto his thick forearm that was down in your panties. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was dropped open, the only sounds in the room was your heavy breath, your wet centre against his thrusting fingers and the sounds of the kisses he was planting on your neck.

You started to feel your walls flutter hard round the three long digits in you, his thumb on your pearl bringing you to the edge, his lips and hands not slowing down in, out and on you, his hardening cock pocking into ass,

“I-Raceh-I- Ricardo” you screamed, the feel of heat rushing through your whole body when your coil snapped, cumming on his fingers.

You slouched back on him, your chest rising and falling and your heart pounding in your chest. His lips came to your ear, both his hands now cupping your breasts,

“Only my mother calls me Ricardo, young lady” he muttered in your ear and nipped your lobe.

“Sorry, sir” you panted out.

You were caught off guard again when he moved quickly to bring his legs together, pushing you to stand up he standing behind you, he pushed you to bend over, your hands landing flat on the coffee table, his fingers hooked into your panties waist pulling them down and let them drop to your ankles. You heard ruffling of material, the crackle of plastic, the slide of a zipper and the click of a belt buckle before you felt him run his condom covered cock through your folds, his foot tapping your ankles, your que to spread your legs. He didn’t give you much warning before he pushed straight into you in one go bottoming out, also not giving you much time to adjust to his size before he was snapping his hips in and out of you, his length hitting your sweet spot every time.

His hands were gripping your hips pulling you back roughly into him, his balls slapping into you,

“You’re lucky my name sounds so sweet coming from your lips when you cum” he grunted ramming into you “But let’s not make it a habit, young lady” he panted.

“Yes-sir”

Your hand reached between your legs finding your pearl, the fire in your belly boiling up, about to race through you. Even though he was pulling you back into him, you were pushing back into him just as hard. You heard Spanish start to roll out of his mouth and that pushed you over the edge, your head dropping down when your body heated up again cumming hard around him. You heard Spanish swear words, your name and a growl hitting your ear drums as he stilled coming deep inside you. Racehorse pulled out of you and went to fix himself up after covering your shoulder in beaded kisses. You had just pulled up your panties when you heard him calling for you,

“My sweet, come here please”

You padded into the bedroom, still trying to catch your breath and your eyes blew open when you saw him sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed. Your eyes racking over his tanned chest lightly covered with salt and pepper hair and then they landed on the items sitting next to him on the bed, an assortment of sex toys,

“You really don’t want me to forget you, do you?”

Racehorse stood up walking over to you, one of his hands grabbing your chin and his other brushing your hair behind your ear sweetly, his lips peaking yours lightly, nipping your bottom lip as he pulled away,

“No little French boy will be able to satisfy you like I do, sweetums. But by the time the weekend’s over, you won’t be able to walk till you get home anyway.”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

The friend part 6.

The Friend

The Friend part 2

The Friend part 3

The Friend part 4

The Friend part 5

This is one of my favorite chapters and was written along side @beccabarba

Warnings: follow on from the story and smut

WC: 2637

Enjoy x

Although you weren’t the face of the company you had the name and although you weren’t a model you had to be done up like one for every public event to live up to the name you were born with. You didn’t mind being all glammed up, but when it came to the two major events on the social fashion calendar, you hardly had time to sleep let alone go to fittings for a dress your dad made for every event for you, making sure your hair was freshly coloured and your nails were done, plus making sure the models were going to their final fittings, seating charts were perfect, chasing up RSVP’s, the function venue was fine, making sure there would be more than enough food, everything for the gift bags were done and in your in your office at least a week before and now making sure that you made time for your non boyfriend, making sure his daughter didn’t catch you both in the act.

On the lead up to the event, you had managed to fit in Racehorse during early hours of the morning, mostly at his place because by the time you left work you both knew Eliana would be sleeping or was on her way to go to sleep after staying back and helping you,

“There is something different about you” Eliana looked over at you as you sat on the floor working out the seating chat.

“Por favor, chica. What possibly could be different about me?” you scoffed moving a couple of names on the board.

“Por favor” she mocked you and you both chuckled “You look less stressed, he must be a good lay, you get it girl” she grinned up at you and you rolled your eyes trying to play it cool.

“There is no lay. If anyone is less stressed it’s you”

“Having my dad around and making an effort, it’s making such a difference, you know. I can’t believe I hated him for so long. He has been amazing and so supportive; I don’t think I could ever hate him again. I asked him to be my plus one at the party” she smiled wide.

You hoped she didn’t see your blushed cheeks before you turned back to the board to change more names around,

“That’s great babe, I’m so happy for you”

You only had two hours left by the time you made it back to the office after organising the final touches at the venue, to shower, get to hair and make up and be on time for the red carpet and media interviews with your parents. You showered in the dressing rooms and rushed down to hair and make-up, they both working on you because everyone else was done. Once you looked runway ready you rushed up to your dad’s office, your parents waiting for you, your dad dressing you in a scarlet red silk, mermaid style off the shoulder dress with a high thigh split and nude peep toed heels that your dad had made the dress to complement.

The limo made it to the venue with 5 minutes to spare before you had to walk and as you got out of the limo, you were bombarded with flashing cameras and media people yelling your names. You smiled sweetly, waved and walked to the edge of the carpet when you heard your name being yelled by a voice you knew anywhere and you looked ahead to Eliana who was on the carpet with Racehorse. You saw his eyes run over your body in your dress, and as Eliana walked to you hugging you tightly, you looked over at him and your eyes ran over his black tight fitted suit and maroon shirt with no tie and he gave you a wink.

You shot a few photos with Eliana on the carpet and answered a few questions together for Instagram and Facebook blogs about being best friends, before your parents joined you on the carpet and you did your thing with them.

You were glad you had given Megan a pair of slides to put I her bag, because as soon as you walked in, she was waiting for you with a list of things that needed to be done behind the scene’s before the formal side was to start. You were leaning on Megan’s shoulder slipping off your heels, replacing them with your slides as she ran over the list for you,

“Y/N” you heard Eliana’s voice again, Racehorse not far behind her “Do you need help?”

“No babe, thanks. You need to network inside. Make sure the investors see your dress” Eliana nodded back.

“Hello Y/N, Nice to see you again,” Racehorse said coolly leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.

“Likewise, Mr Diaz,” you smiled at him.

“Please young lady, call me Racehorse.”

“Sorry it’s habit, my parents raised me to respect my elders.” You watched his face pull into a smirk and he raised both his eyebrows at you. “You both should go in, enjoy yourselves”

“If you need us, promise you will let tell us. We are happy to help,” Eliana kissed your cheek and Racehorse smirked.

You couldn’t quite understand how everything could have gone wrong when you had only left 2 hours ago and everything was perfect. Catering staff hadn’t turned up like they were meant to, the desserts had to be all fixed up because they slid in the van when the driver stopped too fast, and you had to go through thousands of gift bags taking out an item because that sponsor was offended at something, that was way above your paygrade, your mother telling you to get the item out and she would deal with their CEO on Monday.  

You had managed to get every other situation under control but you were in over your head with the gift bags, you and Megan not working fast enough to pull the thousands of items out of each bag. You knew you couldn’t take too many off the floor of the party, so you pulled out your phone ringing Eliana and asking her if Racehorse could come and help, she being in the middle of conversation with a company investor. It wasn’t long after the call that Racehorse walked into the room with two glasses of champagne handing one to Megan and then walking over to you, giving you a wink and handing you the glass,

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“Of course, sweetums,” he muttered “Figured you might need it, you’re tense”

“Want to help me out with that do you?” you whispered before taking a sip of your drink.

He let out a sigh and lent over to your ear,

“You’re a good girl my sweet, wearing something easy for me to get into. Get rid of her once the jobs done and I’ll fuck that tension right out of you.”

You had never worked so quick in your life as you did sorting out the bags. You and Racehorse exchanging looks with each other as you went along, your need to feel him inside you raging through your body. You were done in no time and you asked Megan to go and check on everything else. Megan had walked out the door closing it behind her, in a heartbeat, Racehorse had pulled you into the store room, your front pressed against the door, his hand pinning your arms behind your back and his free hand running up your thigh split, his fingers playing the thin strap of your thong on your hip and his lips at your ear,

“Do you know how hot it is my sweet, seeing you work? So confident. So strong. So beautiful.” You moaned when he pushed his hardening cock into your thigh. “I’m sorry so much went wrong sweetums, but you handled yourself so well,” his fingers started to slip down between your legs.

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered out when his fingers brushed over your lace-covered core and he kissed up your shoulder, his beard running over your skin.

“Good girl. Now, let’s get rid of that tension so we can enjoy the rest of the night.” He nipped your shoulder, not hard enough to mark, but enough to make you breathe harder, as he soothed the place with his tongue and his fingers found their way beneath the lace of your underwear, teasing you and making you shiver. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, imagined the self-satisfied little smirk he’d be wearing on his face as he found how wet you were already, had been since the first moment he’d walked into the room. “You’re soaking, sweetheart,” he whispered against your neck. You pushed against his hand and he met the pressure, letting you grind on his fingers. “And fucking needy too.”

“Yes. Don’t tease me, Racehorse. Please just fuck me.” You spoke in a loud whisper, very aware of the world going about its business on the other side of the door.

“Tell me how you want it,” he said, kissing the side of your neck, ending with a nip on your earlobe. His fingers were still toying between your legs, making you catch your breath.

“Hard,” you said, the word coming out as a moan.

“Hard?” he demanded in your ear, his voice a low growl.

“Yes, sir. Please.”

“Very well, my sweet.” Before you knew it, he’d released your hands, his newly free hand going up to grip the back of your neck, while he urged your feet wider, nudging at the insides of your ankles with his feet. You spread for him as he shifted your skirt, making good use of the high split to expose you completely. His hand explored your folds, and he kissed your neck again. “Don’t move,” he ordered. He let go of you and you heard and felt him unfastening his belt and zipper, taking care of protection.

When you felt him press against you again, he pushed your thin underwear out of the way, his cock nestled between your legs, pressing against your core. You moved to help him line up with you, one of his hands on himself, guiding his cock into you, the other moving up to grab the back of your neck again, pinning you to the door as he pushed his hips upwards. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him stretching you open, and the hand from the back of your neck slid around to clamp over your mouth. “You need to stay quiet,” he said in your ear, circling his hips. You pressed down, altering the angle so he filled you perfectly. With one hand still over your mouth, the other going to grip the curve of your waist, he drew his hips back and then drove back into you, hard and fast.

You put your hands on the doorframe and braced yourself, opening your mouth in a silent scream of ecstasy underneath his fingers. He took the opportunity to curl two of his fingers into your mouth, and you sucked on them, swirling your tongue over them, reminding him of just how good your mouth was. You heard him grunt in response, and then every thrust was matched with that low sound of effort and satisfaction.

He grabbed one of your hands by the wrist and pulled it down your body. “Make yourself come on my cock,” he instructed. You started to stroke your clit urgently, gasping around his fingers in your mouth. His hand moved around to grope your breasts, squeezing hard, creating just enough of an ache that it added to the pleasure, the stress relieving dopamine running through your veins, the urgency with which you touched yourself. You were bending more and more at the waist, pushing back into him, arching against him, taking him as deep as you could. You felt your orgasm about to break and moaned urgently around his fingers.

“That’s it, let go for me, good girl,” he urged, and his words sent you over the edge, glad his fingers muffled your sounds of release, as the pleasure rippled through your body, making your knees go weak. Both of his hands were suddenly on your body, holding you in place as he chased his own release, pounding up into you hard and fast. “Yes, you feel so good on my cock,” he growled, before his words became incoherent, and he pressed up into you, as he came, pulling you tight against his body.

He pulled out of you and moved away almost immediately. You leaned against the door, letting your dress fall back down over your lower half, and eventually reaching down to readjust your skimpy underwear, noting the wet mess at the top of your thighs. You turned to find him zipping his pants and fastening his belt, looking unruffled, though slightly warm, his eyes shining.

You leaned back against the door, watching him as he came towards you. He put one hand either side of your head and leaned in to you, kissing your lips softly. You sighed in satisfaction and contentment. “Feel better?” he said, with a cheeky grin.

“Yes, thank you,” you said, meeting his smile with one of your own. “Sir.”

He nodded his approval. “Good girl,” he said, moving one hand to caress your face. “I’m delighted I could help.”

“Entirely selfless, I’m sure,” you scoffed.

“Not entirely.” He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “But I like it when you’re grateful.” His tone was teasing.

“Of course, you do,” you shook your head. His fingers gripped your chin and made you look at him.

“I’ll have less of that attitude with your elders, young lady,” he said.

You gave him a wicked smile. “Seems like you’ve fucked the stress out of me, but not the attitude.”

He narrowed his eyes, but looked delighted by the chance for another fight he was bound to win. “Is that so? In that case I am going to have to try again later… Come to my place tonight.”

“I don’t know that I can,” you tried to protest.

“I don’t care what time. You will be spending the night in my bed. Am I clear?” His tone went from playful to stern.

“Yes, sir,” you replied, arousal already building.

He nodded. “Good. Now we have to go back outside. You go first. I’ll wait and come out in a few minutes. Can’t have our assembled families seeing us coming out of here together, can we?”

The twinkle in his eye looked like he might actually quite enjoy the scandal of being caught. However, the idea made you feel sick – Eliana was here, but so were your parents and most of your colleagues. Emerging from a store with Racehorse Diaz was not the impression you were trying to give them.

“No, we can’t,” you said firmly, going to open the door.

“Hey,” Racehorse said, catching your hand.

“Yes?” you said, slightly impatient.

“I meant it when I said I enjoy watching your work. You’re impressive. And beautiful.”

You felt your face flushing. “Getting soft Racehorse?” you teased, blowing him a tiny kiss before you straightened your dress, opened the door, and slipped back into the work of running the event. When you next saw Racehorse, about fifteen minutes later, he captured your gaze across the room and blew you a kiss in return, before coolly sauntering over to Eliana to talk to her and the women she was standing with.

You watched him for a moment, before your attention was drawn elsewhere. No matter what you did, for the rest of the night, all you could think of was Racehorse, how he made you feel, and getting to be in his bed again.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

The friend part 5

The Friend

The Friend part 2

The Friend part 3

The Friend part 4

Can’t believe we are half way through this series. I have loved writing this and had great fun when @beccabarba has joined me, who will feature in next weeks chapter.

Warnings: a close call, pinch of swearing and office smut: male receiving. 

WC: 2028

Enjoy x

Romantic dinners, romantic nights out, romantic weekends away, your family accepting a partner with open arms to lead to a life with a big house and a happily ever after was what you had always pictured for yourself, but now you weren’t even in a relationship hiding what was going on between you and Racehorse. Airplane toilets, each other’s office and the odd times when you had ended up at his place, in his bed or on his couch. Nothing but filthy dirty words spoken to you, you calling him sir and returning the absolutely filthy words he spoke to you, the whole situation sending heat straight to your core at the mere thought of him.

But despite the secret being kept and the sexual need of each other, it was working. You had never felt so sexy and so wanted in your life and it was surprisingly easy to fall into keeping what was going on from everyone, but at the same time you were filled with so much guilt as soon as you walked out of any door away from him. You were surprised you hadn’t been caught yet and it was a lot of that adrenaline that kept you wanting to go back for more. The thrill of doing something you shouldn’t be, the thrill of how hard he made you come and the thrill of being around his intoxicating smugness.

You were surprised that Racehorse was pushing to tell Eliana and you weren’t really sure why. The conversation had never been had for you to be anything more than fuck buddies and you had kept stalling in hopes that it would eventually fizzle out and you could put it in your book of memorise as one of the best sexual experiences you ever had to date and move on with your life. You and Racehorse aligned all your ‘meetings’ with Eliana’s night and afternoon classes, which you had encouraged her to take, her taking law classes so she had something to fall back on when her modelling career eventually came to an end.

Racehorse had told you that he was in the middle of a case, representing one of Chicago’s biggest hospital’s and you almost felt disappointed with the idea of not seeing him during the case because he was so busy with it all. You were in your office, the sun going down and you still on a conference call that you hoped would finish soon so you could head home, when your phone went off on your desk with a message from Racehorse,

‘Come past the office on your way home’

You filled with excitement and arousal, and you couldn’t wait for the meeting to be over to leave. The call went for another 15 minutes and the cab made the 10-minute drive till you were at his building. You pulled your copy of a swap card he gave you, waved it at security, used it on the lift to get to his office floor and then used it a swipe your way into his office. The lights over the front desk off as they usually were when you arrived this late and you made your way down the dim hall to his office door that was slightly open. You pocked your head around and you caught your breath, his tie lose and top button undone, his sleeves rolled up and his brows frowns as he typed on his computer,  

“Hey” you said cheerfully walking in, closing the door behind you.

“My sweet” he sat back in his office chair, his elbows resting on the arms of it, his hands joined together, his fingers intertwining and an eye brow raised.

“Sorry I didn’t come sooner; I was on a call about plan's for the summer party when you messaged” you hung your bag on the back of the door, your jacket joining it once you shrugged it off.

A grin pulled to his face after he licked his lips when his eyes ran over your body in your short grey plaid pencil skirt and white button down tucked in showing off your figure, his hands falling apart from each other and he beckoned you with his long pointer finger. You blushed like the little school girl you were walking around his desk; he rolled his chair back and he patted his thigh. You stepped between his spread legs, perching yourself on his thigh, your arm went around his neck, one of his arms going around you and his other big warm one coming to rest on your thigh.

“Did you miss me?” he said with a cheeky smile and you rolled your eyes back with a grin.

“How did you go today?” you kissed his cheek.

“Fine, because I enjoy fighting to much”

“I know” you chuckled.

His hand slid up your thigh and his hand on your side gripped you tight and pulled you into him more,

“As much as I love these kinds of conversation with you sweetums, I need to not talk for a while. Think you could help me with that my sweet girl?” his voice was deep and you could feel him start to harden against your thigh.

“Yes of course. Whatever you need sir” you purred.

You lowered your lips to his, you taking the step to deepen it, your hand ran down his shirt and down between his legs, your hand rubbing him through his pants. Racehorse grunted into your mouth and he started to kiss you roughly, his beard running across your chin and you knew you would have beard burn later. Your hand was rubbing over him fast and you felt his hands going up to your shoulders and he started to push you down. You broke the kiss looking down at his lust filled face with half hooded eyes, one of his hands going to your neck and pushing you down to him, his tongue coming out between his lips slightly and he licked your bottom lip,

“Don’t worry my sweet, you won’t miss out”

You got up off him, your hands going to the inside of his thighs and you scraped your nails down them as you sunk to your knees on to the floor,

“I better not” you looked up at him as you pulled down his zipper.

Racehorse ran his pointer finger down your jaw,

“I haven’t left you disappointed yet, sweetums” and then he grunted when your hand slipped through the zipper, into his boxers and you pulled out his hard weeping cock.

His head fell back on his chair as your hand ran up and down him, the feel of his precum running over your hand and over him. You saw his knuckles go white as he grabbed onto the arms of the chair as you twisted your wrist over him before you took his tip into your mouth flattening your tongue over him and you heard him swear in Spanish. You sunk down on him, taking him fully into your mouth and he bucked up his hips when he hit the back of your throat. You hollowing your cheeks on your way back up before you sunk down again and then grazed your teeth over him on your way back up again,

“Fuck. Such a good girl for me my sweet” he groaned and you hummed around him, pulling a grunt from him. One of his hands left the arm of the chair went to the back on your head and he guided you over him, he enjoying the feel of your lips around him “You take my cock so well”

His hand held you in place when you sunk down to his base again and you could feel your arousal soaking into your panties as he started to roll his hips into your mouth, fucking your face. Your eyes watering and dribble running from the corner of your mouth. The room was filled with his noses and you could tell that he was close when his hand balled into a fist in your hair, so you reached up to his balls squeezing them gently,

“That’s it, take it” he roared and his realise burst into your mouth trickling down your throat.

“Dad” you both heard Eliana’s voice coming up the hallway.

“Fuck” you whined quietly and your face burnt red.

“Get under the table” he muttered at you as he quickly put himself away, zipping up his zipper.

You were grateful that he had a large desk and the front came down to the floor, you moving right under it and Racehorse jumped up swinging the door open to Eliana so she didn’t see your bag or jacket behind it,

“Hola mi niña. You don’t have class tonight?” he kissed her cheek.

“Ew, you’re so sweaty” she wiped her cheek dry “It was half class, our teacher was called away. I was going to ask for some help for this assessment”

“Of course. Anything you need” he smiled at her.

“Who were you talking too? I heard you talking”

“On the phone. Trying to make a deal”

“Did it come through for you?” She smiled up at him.

“You could say that” he grinned “I was just about finished here. How about, young lady, you go and grab us a cab, I’ll meet you down stairs once I shut off everything? We will grab something to eat and you can have all the help you need”

“Ok. I’ll meet you down stairs”

Your face was in your hands, trying not to breath loud so Eliana wouldn’t hear you and you felt like you were going to be sick with what a close call that was. You heard his feet on the carpet and then you felt his hand around your wrist pulling it off your face,

“Ven, she’s gone down stairs” he grinned at you.

“That was too close” you whined  moving to get out from under his desk “How did she get up here?” you stood up, brushed your knees off and fixing your skirt.

“She has a card like you” he started to do up his top button and fix his tie.

“What?” you snapped.

“She is my daughter sweetums, she is welcome to visit anytime she likes. Much like you. But she was meant to be a class, you know that”

“She almost walked in on her best friend going down on her dad”

“But she didn’t” he winked “You worry too much my sweet” he walked to you peaking your lips.

“And you don’t worry enough”

“We have other things to worry about” his hands came down to your hips and he pulled you into him, he kissing you again deep and rough “I had things planned for you tonight, but they will have to wait till tomorrow when you come over after work” you raised your eye brow at him “I’ll make it worth your while, more than once”

“Fine” you walked to the door grabbing your jacket and bag off the back of it while he shut down his computer and you put your jacket on.

Racehorse walked over to you grabbing your chin and tipping your head back and he kissed you again,

“Thank you my sweet, for taking care of me” he muttered and peaked your lips again before he turned off his office light, grabbing your hand and walking you up to the front of the office “I’ll message you when we are in the cab so you can come down”

“Ok” you rolled your eyes.

Racehorse once again gave you another quick kiss and opened the door to walk out to the lifts,

“Oh, and sweetums, before I forget, for the summer party, make sure you wear something easy for me to get into, Eliana has asked me to be her plus one, but I hope to get some time alone with you too” he winked before he walked to lifts pressing the down button.

You looked down at the floor shaking your head and grabbing the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer finger,

“What a fucking circus”

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The friend part 3

The Friend

The Friend part 2

Warnings: Pinch of swearing and airplane smut.

WC: 2250

Enjoy x

You needed to find out what you had done in your past life that was so bad that landed you in this absolute shit show of a situation. The first time wouldn’t have happened if you knew who he was and the second time shouldn’t have happened because you knew who he was and now the third time only happened because he messaged telling you he was bringing you a coffee knowing Eliana wouldn’t be in the office till the afternoon. You should have said no, but you couldn’t help it, he was so intoxicating,

“This can’t happen again here, I told you that” you slipped your panties back up while Racehorse did up his belt “If Eliana had come early- she is always in here before a shoot”

“Well, it’s a good thing she didn’t, isn’t it sweetheart” he chuckled.

“It’s not funny” you snapped back stamping your foot “You said you wouldn’t say anything, but you’re doing everything to get us caught”

Racehorse walked over to you grabbing your chin and tipping your head back. The intense look making you whimper slightly,

“When I want you, sweetums I want you. And I usually when I want you, you want me too ”

You needed to control yourself around him, you needed to stay away from him, he was such a loose cannon, but the way he made you feel and how good he made you feel was something you couldn’t push away and it was something you still wanted more of. But how much longer were you meant to keep it from your best friend. This wasn’t some random guy that you met at a club, this was her dad and what was making matters worse, he was hanging around more, trying to mend their relationship and as selfish as it was, you wished he would stay away because then it may have been easier to face her everyday keeping what was going on from her. And now you were even more on edge worrying if he opened his mouth about what was going on before you had a chance to talk to her.

Instead of things being made easier, it was made harder when you turned up at the airport for your business trip to Hawaii to meet Eliana to catch your flight and Racehorse was standing next to her, his long fingers wrapped around a handle of a suit case,

“Y/N” Eliana smiled big hugging you and kissing your cheek when you walked up to her “You remember my dad?” she smiled up at him.

Your eyes locked with his and just the way he looked at you made you melt and heat swept through you thinking about the way he kissed you last. You held your hand out to him and he shook yours back,

“Nice to see you again, Y/N”

“Like wise” you smiled tight “It was nice that you brought Eliana to the airport”

“No, Y/N. My dad is coming with us. He wanted to see me in a show” Eliana smiled wide and Racehorse gave her a wink.

“That’s right. I’ve already missed so much of my girls life. Just wanting to make up for lost time” he cupped Eliana’s cheek and rubbed his thumb over it.

You looked up at him and a smug smile pulled to his face when his eyes met yours “How exciting” you tried to sound excited.

You were lucky once you stepped foot in Hawaii it was go, go, go. Different meetings you had to go to with other fashion houses, making sure all Eliana’s outfits matched up to the contracts that were signed, a couple of photo shoots made happen that your mother wanted done for the new line while you were out there and the tiny bit of leisure you could get.

You were over the moon that his room was on a different floor and that you and Eliana were sharing so he couldn’t just turn up at your door, you knew you weren’t strong enough to turn him away. It was the last night in Hawaii and Racehorse had organised a dinner for him and Eliana, which you were more than happy to stay away for night and have sometime for yourself.  

You were having a swim in the moonlight praying that nothing would be said over dinner when you heard your phone buzz on the deck chair. You got out of the pool and it was an email from your Mum to say that Eliana needed to be on a 6am flight to New York for her last fitting for her fashion week gala dress, your mum meeting her there instead of you going with her, because it didn’t line up with your schedule.

You wrapped a towel around your middle, your purple bikini top with frills on the straps showing off your chest, slipped on your slides and you walked to the hotel restaurant. You saw them both sitting at a table eating dessert, you told the waiter that you needed to talk to them and walked towards the table. Racehorse saw you coming and you saw his eyes settle on your chest and then ran down to the edge of the towel that was resting under your belly button and then back up to your eyes,

“Sorry to intrude”

Eliana’s looked up at you with a big smile “You could never intrude, babe”

“That’s right” Racehorse grinned “Your more than welcome to join us, Y/N” his eyes ran down to your breasts again.

“That’s ok, thanks anyway. Eliana, we have a change of plans”

You saw Eliana off early in the morning and you had spent most of the day in another meeting, just making sure you were at the airport later that night to get home. You had heard in passing conversation that Racehorse might have changed his flights now Eliana was leaving earlier. But you hadn’t heard from him so you assumed he had left. You walked into the lobby after your extremely long meeting to collect your luggage to get your car to the airport and you saw him sitting on the couches looking down at his phone, his luggage next to him,

“I thought you left”

He looked up at you with an eye brow raised and a smirk,

“Wouldn’t have missed a chance to fly back with you, sweetums. Haven’t had a chance to get you to myself all week”

You had hoped that once you got on the plane and settled in to your business class seat, that you could relax and get as much sleep as you could on the long flight home, even though Racehorse was sitting next to you. You hadn’t spoken much since the flight had taken off, trying to shake the thick sexual tension that was between you both,

“I know what you’re thinking” he lent over close to you, his lips at your ear.

“You don’t know me that well” you tried to keep your breathing even.

“I know you well enough” he almost growled. Your eyes shot up to his brown ones and you could see the sparkle and arousal in them “I also know, my sweet girl, if you weren’t sharing a room with my daughter what would have happened” his long pointer finger came up to run down your jaw while he titled and dipped his head kissing your neck and you tried not to moan at the feel of his beard on your neck “You want me”

“Very presumptuous of you” you muttered.

He brought his lips up to ghost over yours and his hand went down to the inside of your thigh,

“Tell me I’ am wrong”

You searched his eyes for a moment and then reached down to unclipped your seat belt. You stood up, stepping over his legs, stilling for a moment in front of him and then walked down the aisle to a bathroom. You slid the door open and then looked back down to your seat, Racehorse was looking up the aisle at you and you gave him a cheeky look, stepping into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it.

You didn’t have much time to think about what you had just set in motion, when there was a knock on the door. You unlocked it, opening it to Racehorse doing a quick look around to make sure no one was watching before he stepped in closing the door behind him locking it and at that point you were glad it was an almost empty flight. You could feel his body heat hitting your skin through his cloths and he stepped over you, his face in yours,

“I know you better than you think, sweetheart”

“Stop being so smug”

Your hands went to his cheeks and you pulled his face to yours, your lips crashing on his and he wasted no time deepening it, his tongue pushing into your mouth. His hands went to your hips and he pulled you close to him, spinning you around in the very small space and pushing you against the wall. His fingers wrapping around your wrists pulling them off his face and pinning your hands above your head on the wall and he rolled his hips into you. He took both your writs into one of his big hands and his now free hand went down to the hem of your dress, his hand running up your thigh, his hand cupping your centre through your panties and he broke the kiss,

“Think you can be a good girl and keep quiet for me?” his voice was thick with desire pushing his palm into you and you nodded back your mouth going slack.

“Yes, sir”

He grinned when he felt your wet seep through your panties “So wet just from my touch sweet girl” and you moaned when he licked his lips.

He took his hand away from your core and let go of your wrists, getting out his wallet and pulling out a condom putting it between his teeth before reaching down to undo his belt and pants pushing them down, his long hard weeping cock standing proudly waiting for your touch. He reached for your hand, grabbing your wrist and pulling it towards him. You wrapped your hand around him stroking him while his hands played with your breasts through your dress. Racehorse’s breathing got deep before he pushed your hand away spinning you both around and he grabbed your hips lifting you up to sit you on the small vanity space, ripping the protection open and rolling it on.

You pulled your dress up over your hips and his long pointer finger hooked into your panties moving them to the side and lined up to you, pushing into you fast and deep. Your mouth dropping open as he stretched you bottoming out. Both of his hands went to your hips pulling you into him as he thrusted into you, one of your hands going into the back of his head threading into his hair and the other supporting yourself so you didn’t slip off the vanity.

His grunting started to fill the small space as he rammed into you, your fingertips pressing into the back of his head. He caught you off guard, pulling you forward, your hips falling off the vanity and you lent back on your elbows the best you could, your legs wrapping around him and his hands cupping your ass in a firm grip holding you up. Your eyes locked and you noticed he was sucking in his bottom lip, his hips moving faster into you. Your legs tightened around him, one of his hands coming around to roll your clit while his other hand moved to still keep you balanced.

Your heart was pounding and you could feel your orgasm right at its edge. Racehorse slammed into you and the roll of your clit is what made you slam your eyes shut and suck in both your lips as you tried not to scream his name or make any noise. He rode you through your high, both his hands gripping your ass cheeks again.

As you came back down from your high you felt him grip your plump flesh hard and he stilled, his head dropping forward as he came deep in you also trying to keep quite. You both gave yourselves a moment before he helped you stand, both his hands going to your cheeks pulling you to him and he kissed you deep and rough, before he cleaned himself up and zipped himself away. You fixed your panties and flattened your dress,

“How long will Eliana be in New York?”

“Two days” you muttered back, looking up at him as guilt bolted through you for letting this happen again.

After he done up his belt both his hands went to the sides of your head, dipping his head to kiss you deep again and then kissed your forehead,

“You were such a good girl for daddy. I’ll have to think of a reward”

You raised your eye brows at him “You’re not my daddy, you’re lucky you get sir” you scoffed.

Racehorse let out a light chuckle and a hand went down to grab your ass again through your dress pulling you into his solid body and your hands went to his chest,

“Fight it as much as you need too, sweetums. You can’t resist me”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

The friend part 2

The friend

This is part was co-written with the lovely @beccabarba it was a lot of fun writing this chapter with her and we have more coming :)

Warnings: Cocky and smug Racehorse, dash of swearing and office smut.

WC: 3116

Enjoy x

You were going to be sick. You couldn’t believe that you were in a situation like this and with all people, Eliana’s father, the most handsome asshole that you had heard so much about and man that you hated purely because of what he did to one of your best friends. She had told you everything about growing up with him and what had happened when their family fell apart. You left soon after Eliana introduced you to her father, the man who had his long thick length in your mouth and the man who had his fingers so deep in you that every time you through about it your walls clenched around nothing and heat washed over you.

You were dreading walking into the office that morning; you knew Eliana had a photo shoot in the studio down stairs for the new summer line, you had to go or she would think something was wrong, and you were scheduled to fly out to Hawaii the following week with her for a pre-fashion week runway show. You hadn’t missed one of her shoots since she started to work for the company and there was no way you could get out of it. But you didn’t know how you were going to look her in the eye knowing what you had done to the person she hated the most and what he done to you in return. You went down stairs after you got your coffee order, the music flowing through the studio, the clicks of the camera and the flashing lights bright and the clicks almost as load as the music,

“Y/N” Eliana smiled big as you walked to stand behind the photographer.

“Hey” you gave her a small smile.

“Take 5” the photographer smiled between you both.

Eliana bounced over to you wrapping her arms around you and kissing your cheek,

“The shoot ok?”

“Yes, some great shots so far. Thank you for coming on Saturday night”

“Of course,” you tried to sound cool “It was your birthday. It was a good night”

“Yeah. My dad was pretty impressed by you”

You tried not to choke on the coffee you had just taken a sip of and you hoped your makeup was covering your red burning hot face,

“Oh yeah? I only met him that once”

“I filled him in” she smiled wide “He was impressed by your career and how you have been looking after me since I’ve been here. I think he is starting to change; he wants to mend things with me, he is trying to make more of an effort”

“That’s great babe, so happy for you”

You were back up in your office looking out the large window, day dreaming. You had to tell her; you had no choice. How could you keep that from her after everything your friendship was built on? Sure, it only happened once, but one to many times. Surely, she would understand, you didn’t even know his name and she had never judged you for that before. She knew everything about you, how could you keep something this big form her. She told you every time she hocked up with anyone, it was what close friends did. Why did he have to be her dad, why had fate been so curl to do that to you and if he was starting to make an effort with her, you didn’t want him to tell her first after the years of a strained relationship, you owed her that much.

You hadn’t been able to get him out of your head since the party, he was like a drug, you wanted more, you wanted to feel him in you, feel him on top of you, his bare solid warm body pressing into you. Just remembering the weight of his cock on your tongue, his salty taste, the feel of his beard near your skin and the smug, argent and confident personality drove you crazy. You were pulled out of your chain of thought when your desk phone buzzed, you pressing the button on your intercom,

“Megan, what’s up?”

“Y/N, are you busy?”

“Sort of. Why?”

“Someone is here to see you, a Mr Racehorse. He said you knew who he was”

Your heart stopped, you wanted to throw up and your face burnt hot, much like earlier today,

“Send him in. Megan, please hold my calls and I’ am not to be disturbed, by anyone”

Your hands stared to sweat and you started to play with your ring on your finger when there was knock and your door opened. Your eyes set on his handsome salt and pepper bearded face and then scanned down his body in his black suit and purple tie, the smell of his cologne hitting your nose and making your mouth water. Racehorse walked in and shut the door behind him, his hands going into his pockets as he walked to the edge of your desk looking at the view of the city’s sky line,

“Nice view.” He smirked down at you.

“Mr Diaz, what if Eliana had seen you coming here?” you snapped and sat up in your chair leaning your elbows on your desk, “You’ve upset her enough during her life, don’t you think?”

He didn’t answer at first but you saw the smirk on his face as he walked to the long cabinet behind you, looking at the different size frames resting on it, his eyes scanning over the photos in them. His left hand came out of his pocket picking up a glass frame with a picture of you and Eliana in it, standing in front of the Sydney Harbour bridge from your last trip to Australia for a runway show,

“My daughter is strong, we are both lawyers, I ‘am sure we could have made up something. Eliana is very lucky to have a friend like you in her life and in her career. She told me all about you, young lady.  Such a powerful and successful woman, a very sexy combination.”

“This isn’t a game Mr Diaz…”

“Please, call me Racehorse. You don’t want me to visit you, sweetums? I thought you enjoyed our last encounter?”

You took a deep breath, and he didn’t miss how you squeezed your legs together before you stood up off your chair, standing almost toe to toe with him. “If I had known who you were, I never would have gone into that room with you.”

A chuckle left him as he sat the frame back in its place and he turned stepping closer to you his thumb going under your chin tipping your head back. “Don’t pretend you’re innocent Y/N, I made you feel good and I know for a fact, sweetheart, you want more,” he muttered before he lent forward, his lips about to touch yours.

“She told me how full of yourself you are. Eliana is one of my best friends, I know everything. I can’t do this to her. She would kill me,” you stepped away from him walking to stand at your conference table, your back to him and you crossed your arms over your body. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his lips at the shell of your ear, his breath hitting your skin and his beard ghosting over you,

“All you know, is that if my fingers made you feel good-”

“Eliana told me everything,” you snapped, “And I know how she feels about you…” You tried not to moan when his body pressed into yours, and his hard fabric-covered cock poked into your thigh.

“You worry too much about the past, sweetheart. And my daughter, she will have to get over it.” You turned around in a flash, your eyes meeting his, and anger bubbled up into you. “You’re kidding yourself sweet girl, that you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did.” You went to talk, but his pointer finger cut you off as it rested against your lips and he lent right into your face, “I wouldn’t have come here today if I didn’t know how much you wanted my cock in you…”

You grabbed his wrist pulling his finger away from your lips and you lent forward, your lips crashing on his. He freed his hand from your grip and his hand grasped the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss as his tongue pushed into your mouth and his beard chafed against your skin, his kiss deep and demanding. Eventually you had to pull back just to catch your breath. As you gasped, he smirked at you. “Do I take that as evidence you’re not going to let your reservations get in the way of what you want?”

You glared at him, even while heat pulsated through your body. “They’re not reservations,” you growled. “Unlike you, I’ve got some morals.” You were leaning back, but you didn’t step back away from him. It told him everything he needed to know.

He chuckled. “You’ve got morals,  but you can ignore them, my sweet. You did that when you followed me into that room with no idea who I was.” He paused and you narrowed your eyes. He ran one hand down your arm and grabbed your wrist, drawing your hand up to his lips and kissing your fingers. The heat of his soft lips on your skin sent shivers through you. “Tell me you don’t want it.” He levelled his dark gaze at you. And the idea of him releasing you, leaving you unsatisfied, was somehow worse than any potential consequences of what you were about to do. You stayed silent, watching the way his lips curled into a sensual smile, and his eyes darkened. “I see,” he said quietly.

“This hasn’t changed my opinion of you. I know you’re an obnoxious asshole that almost single handedly ruined my best friends childhood,” you said, your gaze dropping to his mouth, and back up to lock to his.

Your hand was still in his grip. Now he locked his fingers around your wrist and pulled your hand down. “Maybe this will change your opinion of me,” he smirked, pressing your palm against the prominent bulge in his pants. You gave him a squeeze, enjoying the way his expression changed as he felt the pressure.

“I had it my mouth not all that long ago,” you said, your tone unimpressed. “You’re not all that special.”

He outright laughed at that. “Oh sweetheart, stop it,” he leaned forward so he could whisper close to your ear, his breath caressing your skin, as his other hand stroked up and down your spine, “I know how wet you are for me.”

You could feel the evidence of what he said, where the heat was focused between your thighs. But you still shook your head. “No, you don’t.” Despite your protests, you were still rubbing over his clothed cock, feeling how hard he was.

He nodded, still grinning, as he dipped his head and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, so intense you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He was still kissing you as he pushed you until you felt the edge of the table against the back of your upper thighs. You opened your eyes wider, as he slowly extricated his tongue from your mouth and pulled back from the kiss, his hands moving onto your shoulders.

Without a word, he spun you around so you were facing the table and, with no resistance from you, his strong hands pushed your upper body down so you were bending over the table. His hands slid down over the curve of your waist, to find your skirt hem and pulled it up so it bunched around your waist. You felt his warm fingers at your hips, pulling your panties down. “What if someone comes in?” you managed to say, breathlessly as he pulled them off throwing them on the floor.

You heard his footsteps as he walked to your door, and turned the lock, before walking back over to you. His gaze swept over you and you imagined the picture you presented to him, bent over and half undressed, no longer bothering to hide your arousal. He came back around behind you, tracing one finger down your back to the curve of your exposed skin. “Look at what a good girl you are. Just waiting here for me while I lock the door so we can’t be disturbed.” He nudged your legs wider with his feet, one hand going to your inner thigh, and rising higher, until his fingers trailed along your wet folds, slipping between them and making you gasp as he ghosted over your clit. “There’s my filthy girl, you’re dripping wet, sweetie.”

You groaned, pushing back against his touch. “You going to fuck me, or what, Ricardo?” you demanded over your shoulder.

To your surprise, he delivered a sharp spank to one of your cheeks. You yelped and tried to push up, but his hand was clamped to your lower back, holding you down. “You just keep up that attitude, I enjoy a challenge,” he said, fingers sliding into your core again, his touch teasing, making you screw your hands into fists. “But it’s Racehorse,” his fingers circled your clit, “or sir if you like, my darling. Nothing else.”

“You are…” you began.

“I know what I am, Y/N. And what you are.” He chuckled and withdrew his hand. You heard him taking off his suit jacket, unfastening his belt, his zipper, and the rip of a condom wrapper.

“You came prepared?” you shot at him.

“Always,” he replied. “Would you sooner I hadn’t?” You didn’t answer that, as you felt him step closer, lining himself up with you. You remembered how big he’d felt in your mouth, and your body ached to feel that size filling and stretching you. But he paused, making you wiggle your hips back against him. His hand clamped to your waist, holding you in place. “Tell me what you want. Ask me nicely now.”

The feeling of him pressed against you, the strength in his hot hands, the need deep inside you; you gave up any pretence of a fight and just let yourself feel how much you wanted him. “I want you to fuck me, Racehorse, fuck me with that big cock.”

“My pleasure, my filthy girl,” he crooned, pressing his hips forward as he pulled you back, entering you and stretching you, making you moan with the sensation, hearing his own groan of pleasure as he sheathed himself in you. He filled you completely, until you felt the weight of his balls against your body, and the stretch was just the right side of pain you breathed deeply. “So tight, feels so good,” he circled his hips, still buried in you, letting you feel him. “Better relax though, Y/N, I’m not going to be gentle.”

His words made you shiver, and had the effect he wanted, as you body softened to accommodate him. “Oh god, don’t be. Fuck me good,” you breathed.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he replied, pulling his hips back, before snapping them back, driving into you, the first thrust pushing you against the table so hard that you braced for the next one, pushing back into him, as he started to fuck you with deep, firm strokes, taking his time but making you feel every inch. One of his hands continued to hold your waist, but the other slipped around so his fingers could start to tease your clit. Your whole body started to shiver and shake under his touch, his cock hitting every sweet spot inside him. “Good enough for you?” he demanded; his voice ragged.

“Yes, oh god yes, harder,” you urged. He growled, the grip on your hip tightened, slamming into you, as his fingers kept working. You felt your orgasm approaching quickly. “I’m going to come, Racehorse, sir, you’re going to make me come…” you barely even heard your own words as the intensity swept through you. “Yes…”

“You feel so good on my cock. Come for me, show me how much you love it, good girl…” he said, breathless. His fingers pushed you over the edge and your climax washed through your body, biting your lip not to cry out too loudly, as he kept thrusting through each wave of pleasure that rippled throughout your body, and then he stopped, buried deep in you, and swore in Spanish as you felt his cock pulsing with his own release.

He caught his breath for a few seconds, leaning down over you on the table. You were breathing just as hard. Slowly, he stood up, easing out of you, walking away as you straightened up and pulled down your skirt, locating your panties on the floor, as he disposed of the condom, and zipped himself back up, picking up his suit jacket and folding it over his arm. You finally managed to look up at him, hot faced.

“I won’t believe you if you tell me, you regret it,” he said, his cocky tone back, despite the beads of sweat on his forehead and the fact he was still catching his breath.

“I wasn’t going to say that. I was going to tell you that if you ever want that to happen again, you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone. And you won’t visit me here again.” Your tone was firm.

“If I want it to happen again?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t put it all on me, sweetums, you know you want it just as much. And I can agree to those rules.” He grinned. “There are plenty of other places we can do this.”

“No surprises, Racehorse. I mean it. I still have a lot of stuff to work out.”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “No arguments here. I don’t want to upset Eliana either.” You weren’t sure if you believed him. But part of you was enjoying him too much to care. You gave him a little smile and nodded.

“Right then. Now you better get out,” was all you said. He stepped into you, pulling you in for a lingering kiss.

“Until next time,” he said quietly, eyes sparkling, as he broke the kiss. His lips brushed yours again, then he turned, walking and picking up a card from your card holder on your desk, gave you a wink holding it up to show you, and left your office.

You watched him go, looked back over at the photo of you and Eliana in Sydney, and sighed,

“Fuck”

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The friend.

This whole series is based on the one comment that was made to Racehorse towards the end of his episode about him having a daughter. There are no spoilers of the episode and I have been lucky enough that my amazing friend @beccabarba  has co written every second chapter of this 10 part series about this amazing cocky and smug man, who we both love!

Warnings: sets the story line, smug and cocky Racehorse and oral smut. 

WC: 2159

Enjoy x

The fashion industry was cut throat as it was, but in Chicago it was even worse. The backstabbing and the stepping over each other, was next level, but you copped it from another aspect, and sometimes that was harder to deal with. You were born into it, your family one of the most famous in the industry. Much to your mothers disappointment, you hadn’t been born with the fashion gene, but you handled the other aspect of the business. You were the inhouse lawyer; you were head of PR and you also managed the models.

Some would say you were one of the most powerful women in the company and sometimes in the industry, the models holding their success in the palm of your hand, so that was held against you a lot. Some looked up to you and others tried to be your friend just for your power alone. But you kept your group small, and as you got older you hired models not just because of their beauty, anyone could be made to look beautiful, but you actually got to know them. The last thing you wanted to be doing was spending a long summer with a bunch boring pretty two-faced people.

Eliana was one of those amazing models. She was extremely beautiful, down to earth, fun to work with, fun to party with and she was actually a friend. You spent so much time together that you both knew everything about each other, about your families and everything in your past. She had been with your families company coming on 3 years, you had been to every photo shoot with her, every fashion week she was in and every abroad trip she had been on, personal training sessions almost every day and multiple late nights out drinking and dancing. You hadn’t been in your office for long when your phone buzzed, Eliana’s number flashing on your screen,

“Happy Birthday, Chica”

“Gracias linda. Thank you for the hamper, I love it”

“Welcome” you smiled over the phone.

“Please tell me your coming tonight?”

“Eliana-“

“Don’t you Eliana me. Babe, you’re not too old. No one hates you and I really want you there. Your one of my best friends”

“Only because it’s your birthday”

As you drove up the drive to the mansion that was hired for the party, you weren’t surprised at the size of it. Eliana had told you all about the strained relationship with her parents and how they both over compensated finically when she asked for it. You had heard all about her Dad’s career, that she didn’t know much about other than he was a lawyer and how her Mum moved on with guys half her age to get back at him, you knew how much they fought and about how he still wore his wedding band even after he spilt from her mother just to save face and make everyone think he was a happily married man.

The music was blaring when you got out of the car, a valet taking your keys to move it and you walked inside. You made your way around the luxurious party, gold champagne glasses being passed around on gold trays, an over-the-top table covered from one end to the other with finger food and when you walked out the backdoors, round white tables scattered over the lawn with over-the-top gold center pieces and people scattered everywhere. You had just taken a glass of champagne when you heard your name shrieked across the yard. Eliana walking towards you like she was on the cat walk,

“Happy Birthday, babe.”

“Thanks, babe. I’ am so glad you came” she wrapped her arms around you pulling you in for a big hug and she kissed your cheek “Wouldn’t have been the same without you” Eliana pulled back, her hands going to your shoulders and her eyes scanning down your body in your powder blue short dress shorts, powder blue tank top and matching blazer “And you look fucking sexy”

You had felt his eyes on you from the moment you walked into the back yard, you blushing at how his brown eyes burnt through you. Everywhere you turned or whomever you spoke to, you could see him watching you. You were speaking to one of the other models you managed when you looked over his shoulder, seeing the handsome stranger standing there on his side. His salt and pepper hair and beard in place perfectly, his grey dress pants fitting just tight enough, his white button-down fitting snug around his chest, his sleeves rolled up showing off his amazing wrists and arms, and the black cowboy boots that made you grin. He must have sensed you starring and he turned his head, giving you a wink and raised his glass to you, his long fingers wrapped around it.

The night was flowing smoothly, mostly everyone you worked with was friendly and talkative. You had a dance and food. You had decided on one more drink after you went to the bathroom to freshen up, your last for the night and just so you had a drink for when the cake was cut. As you washed your hands and reapplied some lipstick, you could hear a voice that made you shiver through the door at the tone it was being spoken in. You listened for moment and then opened the door, gasping when you came face to face with the handsome stranger that you had been eyeing up all night,

“I have to go” His eyes locked with yours, slipping the phone in his pocket once he hung up. You saw the cheeky glint fill them and a wolfish grin spread across his face “I was hoping I would get to bump into you, sweetums. Having a good night so far?”

Your mouth was too quick for your head, the words coming out before you could stop them,

“Better now I’ve bumped into you” you smiled sweetly.

A chuckle left him, his thumb and pointer finger ran around his mouth, smoothed down the beard on his chin and he looked down at his watch. You saw him raise his eye brow and then look back at you, he reaching for your hand and pulled you down the hall way to another door. He opened the door pushing it open and pulled you into the room shutting it behind you both. Your eyes did a quick scan of the four-poster king sized bed before he came up to you grabbing your attention again,

“So beautiful” He pulled you into him, his body flush with yours his hands going to your hips and he dipped his head, his lips ghosting yours “Any objections?” he muttered.

“None” you moaned when he pulled your hips into him.

His hot wet lips crashed on yours, the taste of whiskey still on them and his tongue pushed into your mouth, your mouth opening willingly and your tongue’s rolled and moved together. You moaned into his mouth when you felt his hand move from your hip to the hem on your shorts, up your thigh and slip into your panties. His fingers moving through your wet folds. You broke the kiss with a gasp when two of his long fingers pushed up into you, his other hand going into your hair and pulling your head back. Your mouth dropping open when a third fingers joined the others and the pad of his thumb found your clit easily,

“Such a filthy girl, coming into a room with a stranger”

You laughed breathlessly, his fingers driving into you hard and deep,

“I ‘am not the filthy one” you panted out “Always go knuckles deep with women you meet outside of a bathroom?” you moaned, your hands going to grab onto his thick forearms when he hit your sweet spot.

“Cheeky and filthy. My favourite combination” You saw him bite his bottom lip and look down his nose at you as his fingers drove into you again and he rolled your clit.

You tried not to scream loud while you came hard on his fingers, your walls clamping down on him hard and your knees trembled, your whole-body filling with warmth and your heart beating hard in your chest. Slowly his grip in your hair loosened and he pulled his fingers out of you. As he brought his hand up to your eye line, you could see the shine of your wet on them and he grabbed one of your hands guiding it to cup his hard cock behind his zipper.

You smiled sweetly, grabbing his writs with your other hand and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, your tongue running over them. Without taking his fingers out of your mouth, he took his hand off yours on his crotch moving it to the back of your neck and he pushed you down. He only needed to do it gently and you followed his instructions sinking to your knees with his fingers still in your mouth and his hand on the back of your neck. Once you were on your knees, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and you licked your lips,

“Want to see how filthy I can really be?” you purred.

You saw his eyes go black and a growl rumbled in his chest. He made quick work undoing his belt buckle and zipper, pushing down his pants and boxers, his hard thick cock almost hitting your face when it sprung from his boxers. Your eyes blew open and heat swept through you again at the size of him. His thumb and pointer finger grabbed your chin, tipping your head back, your eyes focused on his again,

“Open wide, my sweet”

Your mouth opened and he rested the tip of his cock to your bottom lip. You stuck your tongue out slightly licking his tip and he let out an almost silent grunt biting his bottom lip. You gave him a cheeky wink, leaning forward and taking him fully into your mouth. You relaxed your throat and took him as deep as you could sinking right down to his base, his black curly hair tickling your nose. You ran your mouth back up to his tip hollowing your cheeks, licking around it like a melting popsicle and sinking back down on him again.

Both your hands rested on his thighs, feeling his muscles tensing when you licked over his tip, his precum coating your tongue. Both of his hands threaded into your hair resting at the back of your head, his fingertips pressing into your skull. You had to squeeze your legs together tight for some relief from how the sounds you were pulling from him turned you on. One of your hands left his thigh to cup his balls, squeezing them gently and your other ran around to his right ass cheek, cupping his firm flesh massaging it lightly,

“Such a dirty girl, taking my cock so well” he grunted.

You felt his hands ball into fists in your hair holding your head still as he started to roll his hips into your mouth fast and deep, his cock hitting the back of your throat, tears running down your cheeks and saliva dripping out of the corners of your mouth. You pushed him into you by his behind and you played with his balls in your hand. He let out a loud groan and a string of swear words, his hot salty cum spilt into your mouth and trickled down your throat. You sucked him clean, feeling him softening on your tongue before he pulled out, he leaning down wiping one corner of your mouth dry with his thumb.    

You hadn’t gotten his name and hadn’t gotten his number, his phone ringing just as he zipped himself away and he just walked out of the room without a word, so you went about your business back outside talking and being social. Happy Birthday had been sung and the cake had been cut. You were talking to a mutual friend, when you heard your name, turning around to see Eliana walking towards you with the handsome stranger that was knuckles deep in you not to long ago,

“Y/N” she walked up to you, linking her arm in yours “I want you to meet my dad, Richardo Diaz. Dad, this is my boss and best friend Y/N Y/L/N”

Your mouth dropped open and your heart stopped as he coolly reached his hand out to you like his cock wasn’t just in your mouth less than 30 minutes ago. You reached out taking his hand in yours shaking it and giving him a small tight smile and trying to hide your bright red cheeks,

“Please, young lady” he looked at Eliana with his eye brows raised “My name is Racehorse, only my mother calls me Richardo. Nice to meet you, Y/N”  

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The Friend series coming soon

Super excited for this series that is souly based on a tiny fact that was pointed out during Racehorse's episode, that if you blinked you may have missed it and even more excited my lovely friend @beccabarba has joined in, to co-write some chapters with me 💜

If you would liked to be tagged let me know 😊