I was absolutely dead the next morning. That's what happens when you stay up half the night having sex. Did I regret it for even a half second? Hell no. I'm an infusion nurse. Couldn't I just infuse a steady dose of coffee directly though my veins?

I couldn't help but blush when I thought about last night. Ryan's head between my thighs and the three orgasms he gave me with just his tongue. Then we made love, then sometime during the night we had both woken up and reached for each other again. In the wee hours of the morning, I had to return the favor, and gave him a blowjob that had him muttering curses and praises at the same time.

So, needless to say, I was exhausted. Luckily, it was a pretty slow day. I forced myself to complete all my charts before the end of my short shift.

Charts done, except for my last patient, then I only had to make it through the next hour of this day. One of the perks of being senior nurse, and having so many years of service was that I had a ton of time built up, as well as clout in my position. So I only worked four days a week, and had enough time to flex my schedule.

Ryan was waiting for me at my at my house. He had already taken Riley and Sturgill to the dog sitter for the weekend.

"How was work?" He asked when I walked into the house.

"Longest half day ever." I replied, stifling my yawn. He reached his out to mine, and pulled me down on the couch with him, and placed a soft kiss on my lips, and I sighed contentedly.

"We still have a couple of hours until we leave. You could take a little nap now, and sleep on the plane." He suggested.

Yeah. Not when I had been thinking of him all day and the things I wanted to do to him when I got home.

"Hmmm. I'm not that tired." I said, my hands moving under his shirt and sliding in up and over his head. I then stood up and shimmied out of my scrub pants and underwear as he freed his hard cock from his shorts, sliding his shorts and boxers down his knees and licking them free from around his ankles. He then pulled me back onto his lap while I straddled his hips.

His fingers went to work immediately as he stroked my folds, which were already slick. They danced over my clit before slipping into my core, while my thumb circled his tip, collecting the precum that was already beginning to pool.

"You were ready for me weren't you?" He murmured into my ear, as he moved my hair out of the way and attacked my neck with kisses.

"As ready as you are." I replied, eyeing his fully hard cock standing at attention. I lifted myself up just enough for him to grab his cock in one hand and rub it along my slit, then sank down, allowing him to fill up entirely. I moved my hips in a small circle, and it sent a shockwave of pleasure down my spine. Fuck! He stretched me in the most delicious way.

This was so unlike me. Having sex, on the couch, of all places. In the middle of the day. Damn if it didn't feel so freeing though.

I told Ryan he was going to ruin me, and he did. In the best possible way.

His lips sought mine and, his tongue prodding against mine, as his hands moved to my waist and he began lifting me up and down so I was bouncing on his cock.

With every movement, his crown rubbed inside of me in the most fantastic way possible and his tip brushed against my G-spot in the way that made my toes curl in pleasure.

In no time at all, I felt the heat building and that familiar quickening in the pit of my stomach, as my walls tightened around him.

He lifted my scrub top over my head, and freed my left breast from my bra cup and circled it with his tongue before suckling it into his mouth. The action was enough to send a current of pleasure straight to my clit, and I cried out as my orgasm washed over me.

He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, allowing it to fall into our laps, and he quickly tossed it to the side.

I continued to ride him, as his hands on my hips began moving me back and forth on his cock, and he took my other nipple into his mouth, and lavished it with his tongue.

My hands found their way to the back of his head, my fingers threading through his long wavy hair. I gave his locks a slight tug, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat.

"I fucking love it when you do that." He muttered from between my breasts as he bucked his hips up into me. Of course, I did it again, and he fucked up into me harder. I felt every fucking inch of him as he hit my G-spot again and again, and another orgasm began spiraling towards me with the speed of a runaway train.

I began riding him harder, chasing that release that I knew was going to be explosive, his grunts and moans fueling me. When he bucked his hips up into me again, and shot his seed into me, I was overcome with spasms,
My body like a tight rubber band that had finally snapped, and I was done.

I collapsed against him, my chest heaving and he wrapped his arms around me, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I finally released him from me, watching in awe as his semen ran from my body onto his lap. Well, at least it wasn't my couch.

"C'mon. Let's get cleaned up, then we have to get to the airport." He said, standing both of us up. My legs felt like jelly. I didn't want to move, but I couldn't very well go to the airport like this.

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I did sleep on the plane. I actually fell asleep not long after takeoff. My mind and body needed the rest. Ryan woke me up as we were about to land, and I felt surprisingly refreshed.

Soon, we arrived at the track, and as we were making our way to Ryan's bus, we met up with the Harvick's and their children, who were parked next to us. I watched Ryan's face light up when Keelan high fives him, and little Piper launched herself at him to pick her up, which he did.

"It's nice to see you again Kelsie. Where is my buddy Mason?" Kevin asked me.

"He's in Disney World with my brother and his family." I replied.

They both looked at me and grinned, and I could feel my cheeks heat up. With Mason, it was easy to let everyone think we were just friends, but now I was here without Mason, obviously staying with Ryan for the weekend in his bus. That spoke volumes, and I really didn't want to be a spectacle. There were a few drivers that knew we were together. Ryan's friends Bubba and Chase, as well as his teammates Brad and Joey. Jimmie Johnson knew, because he was the one who suggested to Ryan that he celebrate with his "pretty lady friend," and he would take Mason for night when Ryan won the Coca Cola 600. I could feel my nerves building. I knew there would be talk because apparently Ryan never brings girls to the track other than his sisters. I wasn't sure how I was going to handle this. I guess I'd just better suck it up. This was Ryan's life, and as long as we were together, this would be my life too.

After chatting with Delana for a few moments, I turned my attention back to Ryan. I watched Piper throw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. She was adorable and so sweet. Ryan's face lit up even more, and my anxiety soared. He may have said he would be fine without kids of his own, but his face said otherwise, and that scared me.

We were going to have to revisit that conversation. I didn't want to do it over the weekend because Ryan needed to be able to focus. I just needed to put my nerves to bed and enjoy myself and my time with Ryan.