HOLDEN

I sat in catering, my eyes fixed on the data in front of me, though my mind was drifting. I sipped my coffee, the bitterness grounding me as I studied the numbers on my tablet. This track has never been my favorite, but I was determined to conquer it. My focus was razor-sharp, every detail etched into my mind - corner speeds, braking points, anything that could give me an edge. My concentration was broken when my team manager approached the table and sat across from me. 

"Holden," he began, leaning forward with a sigh, "we can't afford any risks this weekend. The championship is on the line. You need to focus."

I glanced up, my jaw tightening. 

"I'm here to win," I replied, my voice firm. "I’m not settling for anything less."

My manager rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated. "Look, I know you want to win. But this track... it's not your strongest. You’ve seen the practice times—Weston’s faster here. And you can’t afford to walk away with no points. It’s too risky."

My frown deepened. I hated being told what to do, but I hated being compared to him even more. "Everything will be fine," I said, brushing off the concern with a wave of my hand. "You’ve just gotta trust me. Besides," I added with a smirk, "Italy’s beautiful. You should take a break, go enjoy it."

His face tightened, though he managed a small smile. 

"Get an early night, yeah?" he advised, his tone more fatherly than managerial.

I gave him a cheeky wink as I gathered my things.

"Don’t worry about me, mate. I’ll be ready." 

With that, I stood, slinging my bag over my shoulder, and walked off, leaving my manager to watch me go with a mixture of worry and hope. I knew I should take this more seriously, especially with the championship on the line, but I hated being told to give up control. Tomorrow I’d prove everyone wrong. 

I stood outside Harmony’s hotel door, leaning against the frame as I knocked. The door cracked open just slightly, revealing only a sliver of her face, and I could tell something was off. 

"What do you want, Holden?" she asked, her voice quiet but firm.

I put on my best grin, trying to charm her into a better mood. 

"I was thinking we could do something fun. It’s a beautiful night, let’s go out."

Harmony shook her head, the seriousness in her expression unyielding. "We should both be getting a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow’s race is too important for distractions."

I pouted, leaning in closer. 

"You’re no fun, Harmony."

She sighed, frustration flickering in her eyes. "Holden, we can’t keep doing this... whatever this is."

My brows furrowed. 

"What do you mean?"

Her hand gripped the door tighter as if bracing herself. 

"We work together. This needs to stop. I’m not a fling kind of girl. I need something more, and being involved with you, Holden, it’s bad news for me."

Her words were a knockout punch, my easy going demeanor dropped as anger simmered beneath the surface. 

“If that’s how you feel, then so be it.” 

Without waiting for a response, I spun on my heels, storming down the hallway and into the elevator. I was furious, not only at Harmony but at myself for caring about her opinion. By the time I reached the hotel bar, the anger had turned into a need to prove that her rejection didn’t affect me. I don’t care what anyone has to say. 

I spotted an attractive brunette sitting alone at the bar, nursing a glass of wine and sauntered over to her. 

“Bad night?” I asked, sitting next to her. 

She turned to me, a playful smirk curling on my lips. 

“You have no idea.” She said, her accent thick with the unmistakable lilt of Italian. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Chiara.” She said, her gaze lingering on me. 

I ordered us each a drink, my mind racing to distract myself from Harmony’s words. Chiara was easy to talk to, her laugh light and flirtatious, and the alcohol dulled the sharp edges of my anger. Chiara leaned in closer, her voice low. 

"Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?"

I tipped back the last of my drink before standing. 

“Let’s go.” I said, imagining the haze of the night erasing everything else. 

We were unable to keep our hands off each other as we stumbled inside my hotel room. The door slammed shut behind us and she wasted no time in shoving me against the wall and capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I groaned into the kiss, one hand tangling in her silky hair, while the other roamed down the tantalizing curve of her back. She arched into my touch, grinding her hips against the prominent bulge straining against my jeans. Breaking the kiss, I gazed into her eyes and grabbed her wrist, tugging her towards the bed. I pinned her against the wall, attacking her neck as I made quick work of the zipper on her dress and shoved it down her legs. She kicked it away, leaving her clad only in lacy black panties. Holding my gaze, she peeled those off as well, revealing her glistening pussy. Full and round, glistening pink lips already swollen with arousal, begging to be touched. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs, inhaling her musky scent. 

“Fuck.” 

I dipped my tongue into her soaked slit. I lapped greedily at her folds, tongue delving deep into her sluttering channel. Two thick fingers pushed knuckle-deep into her clutching heat, and I stroked along her velvety walls. She gripped my hair, grinding herself down against my face. I sealed my lips around her aching clit and suckled on the sensitive bud. With a grin, I pulled back with a lewd pop and straightened up. My belt flew open and I hastily unfastened my pants to shove them down. 

“I need to be inside you.” 

I discarded my shirt before reaching into my pants pocket to retrieve a condom. My erection sprang free, long and thick as precum oozed from the tip. 

“Get on the bed.”

Chiara scrambled onto the plush comforter on her hands and knees. The position presented her perfect ass high in the air, glistening pink folds peeking between her cheeks. I moved to stand behind her and kicked her legs further apart. Grabbing my throbbing cock, I rubbed the slick tip teasingly through her drenched slit. I positioned myself at her entrance. With a swift snap of my hips, I hilted inside her scorching core. 

“Oh, fuck!” She said, tilting her head back.

I grabbed her hips as I began to thrust in and out of her hot, slick passage. The headboard slammed against the wall and her breasts bounced from the force of my movements. 

“Take every inch of my cock, baby.” My voice grew louder with each drive of my hips. 

She felt so fucking exquisite wrapped around my cock. I raised my hand and delivered a resounding smack to her jiggling rear. 

“Yes! Fuck me harder!” Chiara wailed shamelessly, too lost in ecstacy to care about being quiet. 

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back as I jackhammered into her spasming cunt. She cried out in pained bliss, tears springing to her eyes from the brutal pace. “Fucking pound my pussy!” 

I slammed my pelvis against her upturned ass, the wet slap of flesh echoing obscenely through the room. Chiara threw her head back in abandon, eyes rolling in utter bliss. The muscles in my stomach flexed as I hooked an arm beneath her waist to angle her hips, hammering into her battered pussy. Her body quaked and thrashed under my iron grip as she neared the precipice, every nerve in her being screaming for release. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I snapped my hips, driving so deep I felt her clench around me. She was too fucked stupid to form coherent sentences. “Fuck!” 

Chiara convulsed and shrieked as a devastating orgasm ripped through her trembling body. Her sweet juices gushed with the rhythmic clamping and rippling of her cunt around my plunging cock. I let out a guttural roar, slamming my pelvis against her ass with one last brutal force. My throbbing shaft swelled and pulsed before erupting deep inside her rippling cunt, spurting what felt like a gallon of thick jizz directly into the condom. We collapsed onto the bed, trembling with the aftershocks as the last tremors faded from our exhausted bodies. I carefully pulled off my condom and tossed it into the trash beside the bed. 

Chiara stretched languidly, a satisfied smirk playing across her well-used features. She bent at the waist to retrieve her clothes from the floor, presenting me with a stunning view of her bare ass. Straightening up, she turned to face me with a coy smile. 

“That was incredible, darling. You sure know how to fuck a girl senseless.” 

She got up and pulled on her dress and shoes, taking a look at herself in the mirror. She fixed her hair and makeup, before turning to look at me over her shoulder. She flashed me a wicked smirk before sauntering out the door, not even bothering with a goodbye. The click of her heels echoed through the hallway as she departed, leaving me to contemplate the rest of the night