womp womp

"Come on, say it"

You squirmed. Gripping the headboard as your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull. Hips jerking and fighting against the hand on your stomach. Pressing you down, keeping you still as two long digits vibrated inside of you. His palm on your clit. Channelling all his speed into one spot. One punishing, brutal spot.

"Don't-ah, fuck-Don't be so fucking cocky"

"I'm not cocky. I'm a fucking super hero. Now say my name"

He sped up. Rubbing that spot inside you harder. Fingers so fast, they became a blur. Constant and inescapable. Juices squelching, trailing down your crack to soil your sheets.

"C-chase..."

"Mm not that one. Say my name, come on. You know you want to. Fucking say it before you squirt all over your pretty sheets"

He was still in the suit. Helmet removed, gloves pulled off. Arms bare and muscle's shifting. The fabric skin tight and so tempting. So pretty. You were almost thankful when he pressed down harder, because your eyes closed. A strangled noise leaving your lips as you bucked. Reaching down to grab his wrist. But it was moving too fast. Settling for his biceps instead. Fingers digging in painfully as he chuckled. Actually chuckled. Locs in his face and a shit eating grin spreading across his cheeks.

"I'm not-oh shit-I don't squirt"

"You are tonight, baby. And if you don't...well, I'll just go faster"

And he did. Adding trusts and vibrations you could feel all the way up your spine.

"Go on, say it"

You shook your head. Gasping for breath. Pressure building.

"No. I won't feed you ego like that. I won't-shit, shit"

He pressed down more. Moved more. Leaned in and bit at your neck. Sucked on your collar bone as you gripped at his hair. Pulling and tugging and sobbing as you felt it. Felt all of it. A rubber band about to snap.

"Say it"

And snap it did. Sobbing and bucking. Back arched so high off the bed he didn't even need to lean down to suck a nipple between his lips.

"Fuck! Trackstar!"

Wave after wave. Squirming and squirting on his fingers until his suit was soaked. Your sheets ruined. Body twitching and weak. Batting him away as your clit became overwhelmed. Your hole raw and stretched. Letting out a choked sound as he pulled his fingers free, giving your swollen clit a soft slap just to watch you jolt.

"Mm that wasn't so hard now was it?"

Your eyes couldn't focus. Staring up at the ceiling as you felt him pull away, shifting on the matress.

"Fuck...fuck you"

It was weak and pathetic. A soft whimper as the matress dipped between your legs. Thighs pushed up and apart. Gloves back on, and helmet snug on his head. Suit pulled off and cock twitching. Tapping against your still throbbing cunt. Soaking himself in your juices as he leaned down. Biting and pulling on your bottom lip. Sliding in with ease.