Spending time with Ryan at the track all day Friday and Saturday was amazing for both Mason and myself. Even more amazing was spending more time with Ryan away from the track. He had dinner with us both nights, staying late on both nights, making out like teenagers when Mason went to bed. The sexual tension was getting to both of us though. If we didn't get to be together soon, both of us would combust. I might need to call my dad and tell him Mason needed some "paw paw time."

I had a talk with Mason and let him know that Ryan and I were going to be dating, but we needed to play it cool because I didn't want to draw attention to it, that it might be a distraction for Ryan, when he needed to focus on his racing. Although he was thrilled and wanted to tell everyone about it, he didn't want it to "mess Ryan up," so he promised to keep it a secret.

The truth was, it wasn't just the fact of it being a possible distraction for Ryan, it was the possible reaction by not just his fans, but everyone. It was all too obvious that I was a good bit older than Ryan, and that made me quite self conscious. Not self conscious enough to give up on the idea though. I was crazy about Ryan, maybe more than just crazy about him, and I couldn't bear the idea of not being with him.

Today was race day. The Coca Cola 600. The longest race of the season, and I was feeling really good about the race. Ryan had been very fast in both practices and qualified second, just barely missing the pole.

"Look mom. Richard Petty signed my cast. I got The King's autograph." Mason ran up to me bursting with excitement. Bubba Wallace was grinning ear to ear behind him. Bubba had offered to take Mason around for his autograph quest while Ryan was doing an appearance. He also wanted to give Ryan and me a few minutes to ourselves, and I was grateful. Bubba had really hit it off with Mason, and thought he was "one hell of a cool kid."

I thanked Bubba, and checked out Mason's cast, which was completely filled with signatures. The NASCAR community was truly amazing. This made having a broken arm a little easier to deal with.

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"YESSSSSSS!!!!!" I screamed from the pit box as Ryan crossed the start finish line to take the win. I high fived Mason and Todd.

"I think you two are lucky charms. Might need to come to all the races." Todd said with a grin.

Ryan did his victory celebration. No burnouts. He got the checkered flag from the flag man, then gave it to a child sitting in the grandstand.

He drove into victory lane, showered his team with Body Armor, then gave his interviews. He shared a fist bump from Mason, but I hung back, out of the spotlight.

I watched Jimmie Johnson come up to him and whisper something in his ear. Ryan turned red, then laughed, then whispered back to Jimmie. They both glanced in my direction. I wonder what that was all about.

Ryan finally made his way to me and pulled me off to the side. "Jimmie has his nephew Tyler again this week. He offered to take Mason for the night, if that's okay with you."

If it was okay with me? Hell yes. Bring on the post win celebration. I had heard stories that Ryan got a boner whenever he won a race, and it was obvious he had one now.

I called Mason, who had been talking with Tyler, over. His eyes were pleading with me. I guess Tyler had already asked him. "Have fun kiddo and behave yourself." I grinned at him.

"You're the best mom. I can't believe I'm going to stay at Jimmie Johnson's house." Mason hugged me tightly.

I spoke with Jimmie for a few minutes before he left. Ryan was still doing post race stuff. This could take a while.

Finally Ryan was done. He hurried back to the hauler for a quick shower since he was a sweaty, sticky mess. I was so anxious to get out of there, I really didn't care that he was a mess.

"Your place or mine?" Ryan asked when we reached the Bronco.

"Whichever is closer." I replied. Fuck. I was dying to get my hands on him.

"Your place it is." He said, firing up the engine.

On the drive back to my house, Ryan was more fidgety than usual, and he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I knew why. He was as anxious as I was. Despite my impatience, I was feeling very bold and thought of a way I could help him. After everything Ryan had done for me, this was the least I could do.

I scooched over in my seat as far as my seatbelt would allow, and placed my hand on his thigh. He gave me a side glance, but didn't say anything. I moved my hand to palm the obvious bulge in his crotch, and he sucked in his breath.

"What are you doing Kels?" He asked with a hitch in his breath.

"Just giving you a hand." I replied as I popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. I had never in my life dreamed I'd be doing something like this, but my desire for and want to please the man sitting next to me far outweighed any apprehension I may have had.  

"Kelsie, fuck." He hissed under his breath, and I felt the vehicle swerve as my hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and wrapped around his thickness. With one stroke, I freed his dick from his underwear. He was was heavy in my hand. I would love to get my mouth around him, but this would have to suffice for now.

"Just a little taste of what's to come later." I slid my hand up and down his hard shaft, then rubbed my thumb in a circle over the tip, smoothing the precum around his crown.

I tightened my grip around him, sliding my hand up and down just a little faster, twisting my wrist on the upstroke in a way I knew he liked. Loving the feel of the velvety smooth skin against my hand.

He muttered curses under his breath, and I watched as he steered the bronco over to the side of the road, slammed on the breaks and killed the engine. He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed his lips onto mine. An extremely intense, urgent kiss. His tongue dove into my mouth hungrily." Fuck Kelsie. You're killing me." He knocked his forehead against mine.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and sank further down in my seat. "I was just going to give you a hand job, but since you pulled over, let me suck you off. I've been dying to get you back in my mouth." His response was to move his seat back, making room for my head to fit comfortably onto his lap.

I maneuvered myself onto my hands and knees. Wasting no time, I dove right in. I was feeling an urgency. I was desperate to get him off and I needed to hear him cry out my name. Yet, I didn't want to rush it too much. I wanted him to savor it, enjoy it.

I took the mushroom shaped head into my mouth, sucking him down further until he hit the back of my throat. My mouth was stretched wide open to accommodate his girth, and I could feel my saliva pooling in the corners of my mouth.

I swiped my tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft, causing him to buck his hips and push further down my throat. I relaxed my throat muscles and pushed past my gag reflex.

"Fuck Kelsie. Fuck. Take it all in baby." His deep moans of pleasure spurred me on further, and I applied more suction with my mouth. I pulled back a little, just enough so that I could wrap my hand around his shaft, and began jacking him off. I made another swipe at the vein with my tongue, then began to tease the ridge where the shaft and crown connected.

"I'm close baby. I'm so fucking close." He muttered under his breath, and began fucking into my mouth. One more swipe of my tongue along that sensitive ridge had him spurting ropes of warm cum into my mouth and down my throat. I savored the sweet and salty taste of him, and swallowed every bit, until I felt him go limp in my mouth.

"Need to get you home. I can't wait to bury myself inside of you." He muttered in ragged breath. I felt myself get wetter with his words, and I shivered with the anticipation of what was to come.

We were back on the road when I felt his finger slide under the hem of my shorts and brush my panties to the side. I shifted my body closer to him and slid a little lower into my seat to give him better access. I was craving his touch so bad. Every fiber in my being needed it.

When his finger brushed against my clit, I unleashed a string of curses and then I nearly lost it when his finger slipped into me.

His finger slid in and out of me, getting faster and faster. His skills as a professional race car driver came in handy as he was able to keep his eyes on the road and drive with one hand while finger fucking me into oblivion with the other. By the time we pulled into my driveway, I was completely losing it. My walls closing around his finger, my entire lower body trembling, a flood of wetness being released.

Holy fuck!

If the ride home was indication, this was going to be one hell of a night, and I could not wait.