Back in Time

Racey in the 80's ~1x1~

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He’s placed his life at risk countless times, to the point one would assume the man has a death wish. There’s tremendous love for life but he didn’t place as much value on his own compared to those he cares for and the people he wants to protect from harm. Matt’s eyes dropped to Lyd’s fingers as they twisted around her necklace and he went to her. His hand wrapped around her wrist and he moved to the bed again and brought her to sit on his lap. “Who are these other people? The ones you think might not take me being there too well? Maybe there’s a way to show them I’m an ally. That I’m this guy who wants to do what I can to help.”

She sat with him and sighed, her arm wrapping around his neck. “They’re like the people in the Tower probably. I’ve never met them but we tend to all stick together once we find others like us. We’re stronger in groups... better protected. Some of them either just hate humans and some are scared of them.” She shrugged, “most are indifferent but you can’t really ever tell.” She smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “we could try, but I’d rather you be safe the first time we meet them. I’m already putting you in enough danger just letting you stay around.” She smirked, her brows raising playfully as she rolled her eyes. She didn’t really have a choice. “Do you worry? That I might have you under a spell or something?” She shrugged knowing she didn’t, “what I’m saying is... would you do all this. Running and wanting to stay with me through this... is it because you want to or because you think you have to?” 

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His lips pressed together and Matt dropped his head at the thought of being charmed again. Then…this could be a way towards safe passage. “Vegas.” He said as he went to the window and peered out the side of the closed blind; making sure to not disturb it. “Never been there.” He looked over to where she sat on the bed. “Do you think Milo will try to hurt me if he knew I’m aware of what’s going on?” He wanted to understand everything before they set foot out of this room. Matt clicked his tongue a couple times while he thought this over and returned to the bed. “Do these hunters know about him?”

Lydiya nodded at him, “Vegas.” She said with a smile where her brother lived in the light, no one actually thought he was a witch, well, warlock. Just a fancy showman and it put on one hell of a show. “Milo won’t.. he likes humans.” She smiled, “they keep food on the table for him, after all. He’s a performer.” Lydiya shrugged, “I really don’t know. I hope not. He puts on a good front when it comes to his shows so I’m sure they think he is one of them.”

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His lips pressed together and Matt dropped his head at the thought of being charmed again. Then…this could be a way towards safe passage. “Vegas.” He said as he went to the window and peered out the side of the closed blind; making sure to not disturb it. “Never been there.” He looked over to where she sat on the bed. “Do you think Milo will try to hurt me if he knew I’m aware of what’s going on?” He wanted to understand everything before they set foot out of this room. Matt clicked his tongue a couple times while he thought this over and returned to the bed. “Do these hunters know about him?”

Lydiya shook her head, “you don’t have to go...” but she wanted to and when he said he had never been she smiled. She shook her head, “Milo won’t but I can’t promise about the people he’s been hanging around.” Lydiya shrugged, “probably not, but it’s the only shot we’ve got right now.” Her fingers twisting around her necklace as she zoned out. “This is dangerous, Matty. I get it if you don’t wanna continue on this journey. I won’t hate you for leaving while you can.”

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It weighted on him right then and Matt thought of how things would be from here on out. He’d be without his parents. His sisters. The people who mattered the most to him in his fucked up world but that didn’t erase his need to be there for Lyds. That she was still so new to him and their feelings for each other grew by the days; but Matt wanted to be a part of it. It came with a price and it pissed him off that these hunters could disrupt things as royally as they could but he wasn’t going to change his mind. “At this point, Lyds. I don’t know what’s a good or bad idea. The only thing I can think of is if we keep moving it’ll be hard as hell for them to pin us down in one place.” His hand smoothed up and down the side of her am. “Are there other communities like the one you were in back in Chicago? That can mask you if you need a place to stay? A safe place.”

Lydiya smiled and shrugged, “well, right now I don’t feel like I’m the best idea, but I’m happy I’m not alone in this.” She pulled away as the thought crossed her mind. “My brother, Milo. He was older than Feliks and me. We were the closest...” She smiled, “He’s in Vegas though. He’s a magician, plays his real magic off as well... fake magic.” She shrugged. “He told me if I ever needed him I would know where to find him, all I had to do was show up. I can’t promise it will be safe for you though. Not even with you being an ally. I’ll have to charm you again so you can be invisible until we know where we’re going can be trusted.” She said leaning back against him and running her fingers over the buttons on his shirt.

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“How can you tell me that, Lyds. You think I’m not aware of the risk? When you first opened my eyes to what this world is you’re from, it was clear continuing anything with you came with risk. I’m still here. I still want this with you. If that means we run. Then we fucking run. We run until we find a way to beat these motherfuckers at their own game. Until then I’ll do what I can to protect you.” He said, arms tight around her much small body and feeling just as protective as ever. “We’re in this together.” He assured her. Matt was scared out of his mind but he’d been face to face with death before and knew that this woman was worth the sacrifice. “Lets stay here one more night and get going before dawn.”

Lydiya smiled, “I know you know the risk, and I’m saying it because I would rather see you safe.” She snuggled into his side though and gave him a nod. “I don’t like you having to run. You had a life, Matty...” She nodded against him, resting her head under his chin and not wanting to go to sleep honestly. What if they came while they were asleep? What if they were watching them now? What if they had caught up? Her eyes wide as she thought about it all, “you think that’s a good idea?”

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Matt prided himself with being able to take care of people and this was something he didn’t know how to handle. They were up against hunters, people he didn’t know. They wanted Lyds and he refused to let them have her. He didn’t know how to fight them other than with his own two fists and maybe a weapon if he could get a hold of one. And this pain he felt from her, that on top of everything caused his heart to ache. 

He went to her once more and pulled Lydiya into his arms and held her close to his chest. “This is a setback, babe. Something we’ll get out of.” He tried to sound reassuring but it was tough. “We need to figure out a plan to get our lives back because I refuse to believe we’re doomed.” Matt wasn’t gong to accept that as their fate. No fucking way. Her family might be gone but they weren’t and they could still come out on top of all of this.

Lydiya pressed against him, gaining some comfort but not enough to make her stop feeling sorry for getting him into this mess. She shook her head, “they won’t stop, Matt. Once they find someone of our kind they never stop, and if they ever find out you are a sympathizer and know about us, it will be just as bad for you.” Her eyes widened and she shook her head, “I don’t know if there is a plan that can get us out of this one other than keep running. You shouldn’t have to look over your shoulder all the time. You’re too good for that.” She said sniffling as she looked at him, “I can’t let you live like that, Matty. You deserve better than living in fear of being caught by monsters.”

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Matt may not be one who possessed abilities, like the ones he’s witnessed since Lyds opened his eyes to this world; but there was something he understood which came with siblings. That presence. He and his sisters may not be close to each other, due to his need to explore and setting on Chicago as the first city to do so; but he did feel that connection to them. It may not be as strong as one may share with a twin, but it’s there.

He didn’t move his hand to cover hers, to hold it. His eyes went to what she touched; a necklace. It’s one he’s seen on her countless times and Matt couldn’t think of a time she was without it. “When was the last time you felt him?” He asked, his hand on her outer thigh, holding her to him. There is a lot about her life which remains in the shadows, not because of secrecy but because there was much to uncover. To understand. His life felt far too ordinary and dull compared to what she’s been through.

Lydiya shook her head, not able to answer it but knowing it was right before they had been forced to be on the run. Her eyes rimmed red from the tears she had cried. She sucked in a breath and stay there against him, “it doesn’t matter now. I’ve always been able to feel him...” Her eyes squeezed shut, “he’s gone, and I don’t.” She stopped having to gather herself because the emotions were coming. The thoughts of her mother and father leaving her and now her twin. Her other half, gone. “We’re cursed, Matty.” She sniffled, “I’m so sorry I got you into all this and now... now you might as well be doomed with the rest of my family.”

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Matt’s fingers left the dingy curtain of the motel they were in, fairly certain that the whole keeping lookout was rather stupid when they were dealing with the supernatural. He walked to the bed and sat on it. It squeaked like hell and he had to wonder how old it actually was. “So, we’re a couple of wastoids trying to figure out where to go next.” he said, taking her hand. “I knew the risk after you told me what you are, Lyds. That was my time to bolt but I didn’t.” He looked at her before letting loose a long sigh. “Can you sense them in any way? Do they use other supernatural sorts to sniff people out when they’re hunting? I have no idea what to expect when it comes to these hunters.”

Lydiya sat on the bed, her legs folded in front of her as she slouched forward, “we could get out of here. I don’t know where we would go.” She shrugged, “but it would be better than these sleaze bag motels we’ve been staying in. It’s necessary but doesn’t mean I have to like it.” She gripped his hand and smiled, “still doesn’t mean I like dragging you into this.” She shook her head, “No, I only have that kind of connection with my family. They’re just ruthless.” She sighed, hanging her head, “they want all of us dead and if anyone stands in their way they’ll die with us.”

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Matt didn’t like seeing her cry. I mean, who actually sits and watches someone cry for the fun of it? His hand went up her arm to her shoulder, before bringing it back down to take hold of Lydiya’s wrist to give it a gentle tug to lure her to him. Matt didn’t let up with this motion until she was on his lap and both of his arms went around her. 

Lydiya sometimes brought her family up but, lately, it’s been mentioned a little more than before. He chalked it up to the fact they were not longer in their comfortable world. That the life both of them created in Chicago was disrupted and brought them to some small middle of nowhere town, trying their best to keep her from getting caught by hunters. 

“Tell me about them?” he said as his lips kissed a spot on the side of her neck. “I want to hear a story. Any story. It can be funny. Sad. Anything.” He kissed her again before pulling back far enough to watch while she spoke.

Lydiya allowed him to pull her close, her chin resting on his shoulder as she cried. Remembering her mother and father. Her twin brother, Felix and her older brother Milo. She sighed, and wrapped her fingers around the fabric of his shirt as he asked to hear about them. 

One story came to mind. One sibling came to mind. “Felix,” she said sitting up and pressing her forehead to his, sniffling, as her hand moved to the little moon necklace she wore. “Felix was my twin. The sun to my moon. The light to my darkness. He could speak to spirits, his powers were more spiritually charged than mine were. You would think he would have been the moon and I the sun.” She huffed a laugh shaking her head, “he was bright though. He didn’t let things ruin him like I did. We argued a lot. The last time I saw him I asked him to get in contact with our parents in our old house. Begged him too. He wouldn’t do it.” She sighed, gripping his hand as tears collected in her eyes and fell down her cheeks, “I could feel him though... but... I can’t now.” Her brows furrowed and her lip trembled, “he was the last thing I ever wanted to lose and I lost him.”

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Tristan was dumbfounded. She didn’t want him to leave. That’s what he did. Tristan didn’t stick around to make friends. He had no words to offer her. He stayed quiet, kissing her skin where he could reach. His thoughts got carried away, confusion leaving him as she pulled herself onto him. Groaning, Tristan rocked his hips up, deepening their hold on one another.

Again, Tristan was dumbfounded. He stared at the girl in front of him and searched her eyes for some hint of laughter. She must be joking. Tristan didn’t cuddle and talk about his feelings. Fucking is what he knew, it’s what he was. Failing to hold back a small grunt, he kissed her cheek, licking the salty skin as he rocked his hips again, slow but hard. He groaned against her. She was too much, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. And he didn’t want to. So he pulled her closer, their chests pressing together, and he moaned his question in her ear as he thrust again.

“What are you doing to me?”

Her nails raked along his chest as he kissed her skin but then he pressed into her and brought a moan from her lips. “Tristan,” She sighed, before pressing her lips against his, and then she was stuttering at his slow pace. “I’m,” Her eyes rolled back in her head before she had a chance to finish. Her hands moving to wrap around him, her nails digging into his back. Tears gathering in her eyes at the unfamiliar feeling of him being slow and loving. “I’m... I think I love you.” She said her eyes wide and lust blown as they stared into his. “I don’t know why or how... but I... I don’t want to have anyone else but you.”

She rolled over, sitting a top him and rolling her hips as slow as he had been moving his. “I want you, Tristan. I should have known that a long time ago. You intrigue me and you make my life worth living.” She pressed her chest against his, her lips finding his with ease. “I didn’t think I was capable of love... but I... I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first night I met you. Maybe it’s not love... but whatever it is, I wanna find out. I trust you, Tristan. Do you trust me?” 

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The dark alcohol swirled in the glass, Tristan’s fingers methodically fidgeting as her question sat between them. A moment went by, maybe two, and Tristan spoke seriously. His eyes trained on a spot on the blanket. “You impress me.” He said it without hesitation, his bones feeling sure and steady as he went on. “You piqued my curiosity, and,” He stopped, eyes squinting in wonder. “you held it.” He shook his head suddenly, coming back to them sitting in his bed. He took a drink, finishing off the glass. “That’s never happened before.” His tone was casual now and he poured himself more bourbon, quickly drinking it down.

Tristan looked at Racey beside him, her strikingly fair skin mere inches from his grasp. He stared at his hand, watching his fingertips skirt up her bare thigh, comforted by the softness there. He hooked his fingers behind the knee closest to him and tugged Racey so she was laying beneath him. He propped a leg under one of her’s, holding them apart. His fingers went back to trailing her skin, finding her folds too easily. He teased as he found her gaze, his face was still serious. “You’re sexy, in a way I want to explore.” He dipped down and nibbled at her neck, mouthing at the skin there, just as soft as between her legs. “In a way I want to take my time with, experiment.” He tugged at her folds a bit, experimenting, just like he said. “In a way I want to keep coming back.” He pressed his erection against her side, groaning as he stole her warmth. “You steal me from my own mind.” His mouth was on hers, then, any other thoughts or secrets left unspoken and poured onto her tongue. 

Racey grinned as she listened to him, as she watched him. She had never had anyone really say those things about her. Sexy she got bit impressive…. yeah there wasn’t anything she did that was ever super impressive. She placed her hand on the one he held the bottle with pushing it down so to pour herself more of the liquor, before throwing it in her mouth, swirling it a bit and swallowing.

She watched his eyes scan her and where her nervousness would have shown a certain comfort rushed over her. The way Tristan took her in, it made her confidence sky rocket. The goose bumps rising in the wake of his fingers made her shiver but her eyes stayed locked with his. She was his. And he could do whatever he wanted to right now and she would….

she stopped and moaned at him tugging at her folds. Her head falling into him. Her fingers slid into his hair, scratching at his scalp as she let him move slowly against her. Her breath mingling with his. She pulled away, peeking at him through her lashes, “I don’t want you to ever leave, Tristan.” Her eyes though heavy were serious. She bit her lip at the feeling of his erection pressing against her, and then his lips were against hers. Their tongues tangling and for the first time it felt like a dance rather than a battle. A slow patient dance that made her breathless.

She pulled away holding his face between her hands and looking into his eyes, “you have made my reality worth being present for.” Her chest heaved as she caught her breath and ran her fingers through his hair, a question begging to leave her lips as her eyes filled with tears, “I don’t wanna go back, Tristan. But, I don’t know how to fix what I did.”

Her lips quivered as they pressed back to his and she turned to him, taking him in her hand, she hitched her leg over his hip and pushed his hand out of the way, before pressing down into his cock. Moaning at the feeling of him filling her yet again. She pressed a finger to his lips, “Don’t move, I just wanna stay like this. I wanna keep talking to you. I like talking to you. This way you get what you want and I get what I want. It’s your turn to ask a question.” She weakly grinned trying her best to pull the pools that had flooded her blue eyes back in. Nobody liked a crier.

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A sarcastic smile pushed at Tristan’s lips and he almost rolled his eyes. She thought he’d changed? She was in for a rude awakening. He opened his mouth to argue otherwise, when he saw the teasing smile she was giving him. Tristan could never turn down a challenge, perhaps that was his weakness, he thought. 

Clearing his throat, Tristan pushed his hair up once more before turning and walking to the fridge in all his glory. He peeked over his shoulder, a shit eating grin on his face. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and two small glasses before making his way to the bed. He pushed himself up against the faded, cushioned headboard and dangled her glass before her. 

“Alright, sweetheart.” He poured a splash of golden liquid into each of their glasses and threw his back, making a show of licking his lips. “What do you wanna know?”

Racey scooted into him and took the glass, watching him before pouring the liquid down her own throat. She grinned at him and bit her lip. Her eyes staring intently into his. "Why me?"

She didn't know how he was going to take it but she knew what she meant. She asked several questions in just those two words. Why do you care about me? Why did you choose me? Why did you bring me back here? Why me? Why do you trust me? Her eyes probably asked a million more questions but she trusted him and wanted to know what he wanted with her.

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Tristan didn’t need to be asked twice. Without giving himself a chance to catch his breath, he flipped them over again. He grabbed the backs of Racey’s thighs and pushed her legs to her chest, pounding his hips into hers over and over. Her body wracked around his, her pussy clamping down on his still hard cock. Growls forced themselves past his gritted teeth as he fucked her relentlessly. She wanted it hard so that’s exactly what he was going to give her. He grabbed onto her throat, squeezing as he let his demon take control, his body moving against hers in a harsh pace.

It wasn’t long before he was coming again, his hips moving as fast as he could push them. He gasped out as he let go of her throat, instead pushing her legs higher, opening her up to him as he continued to fuck her, despite his growing sensitivity. Eventually, it became too much and he pulled away from her, stumbling from the bed as he struggled to breathe. He stared down at her, his green eyes showing again as he fell back against the wall. “Fuck.” He ran his hand through his sexed up hair and shook his head. 

What the fuck was he going to do now? 

“Tell me,” he said. “Why? Why now? What changed in that pretty little head of yours, huh?”

Racey was practically writhing underneath him as he fucked her. Her hand clamping around the wrist of the hand that was clamped around her throat as tears streamed down her face before she screamed his name. Her body going rigid as she came again but unable to ease herself through it until he pushed away from her. She was breathless as she straightened herself out, riding out the last waves of her orgasm before looking at him. 

She pushed herself up at his question and crawled to the end of the bed. “Nothing changed in me... but something has changed in you. You answer my questions and I’ll answer yours.” She said with a grin laying back on his bed and pushing herself back up against the headboard. A playful and tired grin on her face. as she eyed him up and down and took in the way he looked standing there. 

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Tristan smirked when she complained about him always having all the fun. It was his party, after all. So why shouldn’t he? And right now, he was having a little too much as he watched her body arch over him, tits in the air as she fucked herself on him. He brought his hands behind his head, letting himself enjoy the show for once. She bounced on him and he watched his dick disappear in her over and over. She whimpered and moaned and, not for the first time, he was grateful for the stamina that came with his demon. 

Tristan grinned, a dark humor filling his green eyes as she finally admitted to being his. But then she sang out the magic word. Forever. Tristan’s eyes bore black, his demeanor changing in an instant. Tristan didn’t do forever. He grabbed onto Racey’s hips and lifted her up before slamming her back down, repeating it again. He moved her hard atop him, fucking her onto his cock, his own hip lifting to meet hers. He kept this going until a loud growl left him, similar to a few minutes ago, he voice hollowing out the large apartment and he let himself go inside her. 

Racey cried out as he slammed her down on him over and over again. Her head falling to his shoulder and her teeth digging into his skin even though she was unable to keep her cries quiet. She felt the coil inside her snap again and her body convulsed for a minute before she was back fucking him relentlessly. 

Her hands gripping his hair tight and her eyes screwed shut as the coil tightened again and snapped harder than before causing tears to gather in her eyes and her teeth to draw blood from his shoulder. She lapped up the iron taste of him. “Harder... take it out on me, Daddy. I can take it.” She moaned in his ear. “I want more. I wanna be... ah shit... I wanna be yours. Make me yours Daddy.” 

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Racey rained her body over his, her skin everywhere on his. He was breathing hard, harder than he should be. He kept his hands at his sides, holding the sheets in his fists as held himself back. He watched her tongue poke out, just touching her lips as she said it again. Daddy. He’d never held himself back before, and suddenly he couldn’t remember why he was. She lowered herself to him and she told him to relax. Tristan almost laughed. He grabbed her hips and flipped her to the mattress, pumping his hips into her. He growled tugged at her hair, exposing her neck to him, his teeth getting what they wanted as he kissed down to her shoulder, leaving a bruise. 

Racey moaned and screwed her eyes shut as he flipped them taking everything he gave before rolling them back over. Her eyes were black as she slammed him into the mattress and her fingers coiled in his hair. “Don’t fight it, Daddy.” She circled her hips against him, moaning at the feeling of him prodding deep inside of her. “You always get to have all the fun.” She groaned before her hands fell back on his thighs, stretching her body out for him to admire as she fucked him. 

Her lips falling open as moans leaked from them. “Daddy, you feel so good.. you always do.” She bit her lip before a loud whimper left her mouth and she dove to his lips, slowing the pace again and rolling her hips. “Daddy... Tristan... I... I wanna be yours, forever.”

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Self control had been something Tristan had never thought about. He’d never wondered of his own, never tried to measure the amount he possessed. Nor did he care. Though, now, with Racey in his lap and holding him in, it was all Tristan could focus on. His muscles ached with the effort it took to not throw her down and take her. His teeth were clenched, begging to sink into her skin. 

Daddy

His body was on fire, hot coals weighing in his blood as he forced himself to breathe. Tristan had never been called daddy before. The word was obtrusive and it pulled him from his head for the second time that night. He opened his eyes and looked at Racey, meeting her gaze already boring down at him. He glanced at her small, pink lips. They were parted and he could see her tongue, waiting. “Say it again.” He was curious, wanted to see the word on her lips. He wanted to explore this part of her. 

Racey stayed pressing kisses to his skin and rolling her hips against him. Whispering in his ear the whole time like he had done her earlier. Her hands running over his skin and through his hair, each touch soft and gentle. She saw the tension in him ever growing and could tell how much he wanted to do this his way but there was no way she was going to let that happen. She pressed her lips to his, moving them slow against his but just as hungry as one of his kisses. 

Her forehead pressed to his when she heard his words and she grinned. She pushed herself up slightly and angled her hips before slowly lowering herself back down on him, moaning with every burning inch of him she took. Her eyes fluttering and rolling the back of her head, “Oh... Daddy.” She stopped catching her breath before she started to move her hips against him again. “Let me, please. I’ll take care of you, Daddy.” She bit her lip, moaning as her pace grew slightly quicker, her mouth mapping a trail to back to his ear, “Just relax, breathe, Daddy. I got you.” 

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Tristan hesitated when she started pulling him from the elevator. His feet followed after her though, his eyes never leaving hers. She pushed him to the bed and he sat, his lips reaching for hers when she lowered herself to him. He had his eyes squeezed shut as she kissed him. Every thing she did was slow and drawn out. It was driving him crazy. Tristan squeezed Racey’s hips as she moved against him, begging him with her body. How could he say no?

In a second, Tristan’s hands were lost in Racey’s hair, holding her hard against him and he rolled them over. He laid to the side over, his torso twisted so he was hovered over her. He fisted her hair as he struggled to nod. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, his throat closed off and refusing any relief to the tightness in his chest. She was his air and he held her close, so close, wanting to let himself trust her. 

He pushed her hand back to his pants, making her press against him through his pants. He pushed his hips against her hand and gasped for air, causing their lips to break apart. She was warm beside him and he dove into her neck, biting and losing himself in her all over again without thinking. 

Racey didn’t let him have control, for long. She rolled and straddled him again, pinning his wrists to her hips. “Stop... let me.” She leaned down and kissed his lips then kissed his neck and made a trail to his ear, nipping at his lobe. “Shhhh... just relax.” She grinned using his words and rolling her hips against him.  She removed herself from his lap and removed his pants then crawled back into his lap. She straddled him again, pressing his erection between her folds and rolling her hips against him, feeling him slide against her wet core. She was back at his ear moaning in it and pressing kisses to his neck. “Breathe... just breathe.” She said biting her lip and moving back to look in his eyes running her fingers through his hair. “Relax, Daddy.”