Lust

Speed

Trope: Street Racer Boyfriend

Mya and Ryder

Time always seemed to stand still on the last lap of a race; for the both of them. Hearts pounding, pulses racing, and shoulders tensed. Mya clasped her hands together on the sidelines and watched in awe as Ryder crossed the finish line first, beating out Milo by mere seconds. She threw her hands in the air as he drifted to a stop, running over to him with her arms outstretched. Ryder flung open the door and flew into her arms, picking up her small frame and twirling her in the air. 

"You did it, Ry!!!" She took his helmet off to see his dazzling smile, placing a hard kiss onto his lips. "You won!!!" Running her fingers through his sweaty hair, she kissed him again and again, not caring who was around. 

Eventually he placed her feet back on the ground and turned to Milo, holding out his hand. "I think you owe me something." 

Milo huffed, his black hair shifting to one side as he tossed Ryder the keys to his car. "Whatever, fuck you, Ryder." Mya giggled and turned her attention back to Ryder, nuzzling her nose into his neck. He looked so handsome in his racing gear, helmet in one hand, his two toned white and red hair pulled back as to not get in his eyes.

"Mya, I'm sweating buckets, I probably smell terrible," he chuckled, kissing her cheek. Mya huffed as he pulled away and Ryder rolled his eyes. "I need you to do me a favor, drive that baby home and I'll see you there."

She nodded, taking the keys he had placed in her hand. "Don't be too long."

"Oh, Darling this is your head start," he grinned, placing a playful smack to her rear as she walked away. She squealed and hopped in Ryder's newest prize, racing it down the street in hopes of finally beating him. When she did pull up into their driveway, he was leaned against his car, sporting a cheeky smile. "Finally!"

Her mouth fall open as she got out and shut the door. "HOW!? You never even passed me!!" 

"I have my ways," he said, smoothly, "and I'm about to have my way with you, so get inside." 

Mya bit her lip and ran inside, Ryder following close behind her. They barely made it into the hallway before he had her against the wall, her shirt lifted halfway above her head with her arms in the air. With her shirt tossed aside, he made quick work of her pants while she unzipped his gear to pull it off of his shoulders and down to the floor. Ryder lifted her up in his arms and pressed her back against the wall, entering her swiftly and setting a torturing pace. 

"I know you can go faster than that, speed racer," she groaned, clutching at his hair. 

Ryder chuckled and quickened his thrusts, Mya's back slamming into the wall each time. She felt him begin to breathe faster and his member twitched inside her, causing her muscles to constrict in the sweet agony of climax, Ryder not far behind her. Once they were both steady, he set her down and brushed her hair to the side. "So how did I look out there tonight?"

"Wonderful, as always, but you got a little panicked around lap five; Milo could definitely sense it."

This is what Ryder loved about her. She was straight and to the point, but also generous with praise. "I'll be sure to get a handle on it...come on," he swept her up into his arms and began climbing the stairs to their bedroom, "let's shower." He led her to their bathroom and set her on the long counter to warm up the water for them. 

"How did the race feel to you?" she asked, swinging her feet. 

Ryder shrugged, "Nothing special, but you were right, he almost had me in the fifth." He checked the water and was satisfied with the heat, leaving the glass door open so that he could carry Mya inside and set her on the shower bench they had used many times before. 

But this was different. 

His movements were slow and purposeful. He started by wetting her loofa then pouring her body wash, sudsing it up to wash her. She watched with curiosity as he began at her feet, travelling up her legs to her torso and arms; his touch gentle and sweet. "Ryder?" His brown eyes met hers. "What's going on? Are you alright?" 

"Yeah, I'm just thinking is all," he responded, going back to caressing her arms absent-mindedly with the loofa. 

"Talk to me; what's racing around up there?" 

"Nothing really just that everything around me moves so fast...I wanted to slow down and enjoy this for a minute," he breathed, moving on to her back. 

She turned for him and moved her hair to the side. "Does the speed bother you?"

"Most of the time it doesn't, but today I guess it did a little...I feel like I'm always away from you; that I never spend a lot of time just being with you...in any way not just sex." 

Mya nodded in understanding. "Our relationship itself moved pretty fast...does that bother you?"

"No," he answered without hesitation. "I love how we got here and I'll love where we go." 

She faced him, tears welling up in her eyes. "Are you sure?" 

"Absolutely." 

Mya looked deep into his eyes that spoke volumes of his sincerity. He really loved her; he didn't regret anything. "I'm pregnant, Ry." 

His eyes widened with surprise, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "What?"  

"We're having a baby," she said, the tears she tried to hold back, spilling down her face. Ryder dropped the loofa onto the tile of the shower, quickly gripping her face in his hands before his lips plastered themselves to hers. Any fear that he was going to back out immediately went away. After a few heated kisses, he placed his forehead on hers, letting out a breathy laugh. 

"You're serious? I'm gonna be a dad?!"

"Yeah, you are!" Ryder smiled and slid his hands down her hips, kneeling before her to place a kiss on her soapy stomach. "Ry, honey, the soap-"

"I don't even care; I'm gonna be a dad!" She laughed and stroked his hair as he spent the next ten minutes rambling to her belly about his excitement.