HIS AFRICAN QUEEN (DSD SERIES SPINOFF)

THE TRACKS

Alexander and Tanya move to the bar nursing their drinks, their eyes and bodies on each other as they speak and watch the people around them party.

It's like something had shifted between them, a need to be closer... Tanya couldn't shake the shivers running down her spine and the sharp intakes of breath. She finds herself licking her lips as his fingers skim her skin awaking every part of her body.

Alexander however could control the rise in his pants as she carried out these actions. They aroused him and all he is thinking about as he touches her skin is the both of them body to body, skin to skin as they bring each other to a well-needed release.

Tanya sits on Alexander's lap leaning onto the counter as they talk softly to each other and Alexander rests on the bar stool with a grin on his face as some males look over at him enviously…even a few taken men.

That makes the line ‘Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like mine?’ jump into his mind, humouring him.

"Are you comfy gazelle?" Alexander asks as places his attention back to the African Queen on top of him.

He tightens his arm around her waist and pulls her closer to his chest.

 "Yes I am but it seems you are enjoying our positioning more than I am," Tanya says as she drinks her liquor.

"How so?" Alexander asks with a knowing smirk.

"Well, for the last hour I've felt something pressing against the back of my thigh," she says with a pondering look. "At first I thought it was maybe your belt but the last time I checked belts didn't throb."

Alexander grins as Tanya rolls her eyes and he leans forward to whisper in her ear. "Well, gazelle if you want it to stop just fulfill its wish by hopping on and galloping on it."

Tanya's skin tingles as a shiver runs down her spine and her body leans onto his. Alexander licks at her ear before moving to her neck nibbling and kissing the sensitive flesh there. Tanya grips his arm and the counter as she bites her lip fighting back moans as they try and claw their way out of her mouth. The feeling is igniting aches all over her body places where his mouth could easily relieve.

His mouth moves back to her ear again and he gently bites it earning a deep pleasing rumble from her throat.

"I want to bend you over this counter and f**k you so hard right now," Alexander says huskily and Tanya moves her hips side to side feeling that organ beneath her twitch at its owner’s arousal.

She turns her head, palm on his chest and leans forward to whisper in his ear. "I would love that. Feeling you hammer in me from behind, my body rocking, my p***y bruised and your d**k throbbing within me..."

"Oh f**k Tanya," Alexander growls and Tanya chuckles as his hands grip her hips firmly as he pulls her farther down on his lap so his organ is nestled in that junction between her legs. "Let's get the f**k out of here."

Without hesitation, they move away from the bar hands intertwined and bodies pressed together. However, as they make their way to the exit someone calls out to them stopping them in their tracks.

So f*****g close... Alexander mentally curses as they turn to find Teresa walking up to them.

"Hey Teresa," Tanya greets her, trying to not sound too wanton.

"Hey, where are you guys off to?" Teresa asks as she stops in front of them with a cheerful smile.

"We're going back to the hotel," Alexander states. "We have a long ride ahead of us."

"Oh really? s**t, I was just heading to the tracks with my friends and I was wondering if you wanted to come," she says in dismay. "Well, it's okay if you can't come–"

"Tracks? As in race tracks?" Tanya asks grabbing Teresa's hand as she's about to walk away.

What the f**k is she doing? A horny Alexander fumes.

He is in the mood to tear her clothes off her and ravish her body until she combusted with pleasure and here she is destroying their chance.

"Yeah, they do car and bike races there. It's fun but... It's not all legal," she says with a cautious smile.

Tanya releases Alexander's hand to take hold of Teresa's other hand and raise them between their bodies. "That only adds to the allure."

Tanya winks with a smile and her mouth moves to deliver a reply that leaves Alexander with a bad case of blue balls. "We're in."

***

"So this is Miguel and Marcello," Teresa says pointing to the two identical men standing by a red jeep.

They are both clad in a white T-shirt, black joggers and white Nikes. They both have a tall muscular built, brown almost hazel eyes and a sun-kissed complexion. The only difference between the two is the fact that one has black hair and the other brown.

"Hola," Tanya greets walking towards the men with Alexander behind and Teresa in front of her.

"Hola," the one with black hair pipes up. "Soy, Miguel y quien eres?"

He gives her a flirtatious smirk and looks her over, liking what he sees. Alexander seeing this glowers at him before grabbing Tanya's waist and pulling her towards his body.

"Ella es mía," he says nestling his nose at the crook of his neck.

He may not know a lot of Spanish but she's mine is one phrase he made an effort to learn. Miguel holds up his hands in surrender and Tanya chuckles at Alexander's actions. Teresa and Marcello laugh as well, Teresa wrapped in his arms.

"Tienes mi ropa?" Teresa asks Marcello who nods handing her a bag.

She kisses him chastely before excusing herself and disappeared.

"Oh, no me presento! Mi nombre es Marcello. El gemelo de Miguel y el novio de Teresa," the brown haired teen introduced. Oh, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Marcello. Miguel’s twin and Teresa’s boyfriend.

"Me llamo Tanya y se llamo Alexander. Estamos casados." My name is Tanya and he is Alexander. We’re married.

Miguel's mouth opens into an 'O' and he nods understanding. "Casado."

"Lo siento hombre," he says to Alexander who looks at them baffled.

"I speak English," is his only reply.

Tanya laughs and the twins chuckle at his reply.

"Oh, I just wanted to say sorry for that earlier I didn't know you two were married," Miguel replies with his hand behind his head.

"It's no problem really. You kind of get accustomed to it when you have an incredibly sexy wife. I was only stating my claim before it went any further."

Miguel nods with a chuckle. "I get it, man."

Miguel and Alexander do this friendly handshake and Tanya rolls her eyes as his hands hold her more firmly.

Teresa arrives minutes later and they jump in the jeep making their way to the tracks.

Music blares across the speakers and lights flash lighting up the night. Crowds of people yell, cheer and holler as the racers drive around the track.

The group makes their way towards the action and Tanya visually shakes with excitement as her eyes take in the high-tech cars they pass on their way to the tracks.

"This place is wow," Tanya exhales as she checks out the cars.

This place looks like something out of Fast and Furious and the cars... they would give a mechanic an orgasm.

Teresa and the twins move towards a group of people saluting them and Tanya walks over to a blue race car taking in its body and design.

"This is one sweet ride," she murmurs bending to look at the flame rims.

She suddenly feels a body press towards her ass and she rises before spinning around ready to punch her assaulter.

A hand grips her fist and she sees blonde hair hiding blue mischievous eyes. She glares at him and he grins intertwining their fingers while using his other hand to grip her ass.

"Aren't you jumpy gazelle," Alexander says in a teasing tone. "What's got you like this?"

"You're a d**k. You know that right," Tanya says rolling her dark eyes.

"Nope, I have a d**k though that wants to be eleven inches deep in you," he whispers to her and her core tugs at the tease.

"That's a tempting offer. I might take you up on it."

Tanya pulls away from him licking her lips and surveys the car. It's a Hennessey Venom GT by the looks of it and a fine piece of car it is.

"That's a fine bumper," Alexander announces. "And I wasn't talking about the car."

"That line's cheesy," Tanya says as she turns around to look at Alexander.

People move about around them and the noise is excessive but they still manage to hear each other.

"Whatever you say, but I'm kind of jealous right now," he says wrapping his arms around her waist.

"And why is that?" Tanya asks amused.

"You're checking out those cars more than you're checking me out," he pouts and Tanya looks at him faking concern.

"You poor baby," she coos. "How can I make you feel better?"

"Well..." Alexander says as he pulls her close and cups the back of her neck. "A kiss would suffice."

Tanya grins pecking his lips but before she could pull back Alexander uses her neck to hold her in place deepening the kiss. A pleased rumble climbs up her throat and into Alexander's mouth, causing him to groan in pleasure.

"Hey, guys!" They pull away resting their foreheads against each other as Teresa called them.

"Cockblocker," Alexander whispers under his breath causing Tanya to laugh.

"Come on," she says as she pulls him by their intertwined hands towards Teresa's group.

Teresa is now in a black, off the shoulder crop top and a mauve high waist pants with black sneakers. She is leaning on her boyfriend whose hands are on her hips and head's resting on hers. Miguel is chatting with a redhead who's sporting an arm full of tattoos. Tanya stands in front of the group and Alexander takes his place behind her.

"It's race time," she says catching Tanya's attention who runs up to her prying her from Marcello's arms.

"Let's go, now!" Tanya pulls Teresa towards the track and the men laugh at her.

Catching Miguel's attention they move towards the tracks ready for a show. The girls are standing at the rails watching as the bikers get ready for the race. Each man takes his place behind his woman and Miguel leans on the rail looking at his new conquest – the redhead.

The group watches the race as the bikers take off and riding down the track each speeding to get in front of the other. The race hits it full swing and a few bikers get knocked off their bikes as the meanders kick in. They handle their bikes with such skill it would have a biker chick creaming in her leather pants

Tanya cheers along with the others as the bikers move to the finish line and Alexander watches her in wonder as her body presses against his as she screams.

The race soon ends and the group retreated from the rails adrenaline pumps in their veins from the excitement just witnessed.

The winner pulls into the crowd celebrating his victory and Alexander watches him with a brow raised. He was good but Alexander could do it better.

"That was so f*****g hot!" Tanya says and Alexander turns to face her.

He watches the excited look in her eyes and frowns knowing he's not the one to put it there.

"I guess," he shrugs causing Tanya to raise a brow at him.

"I guess?" she asks with shock in her dark eyes.

He snakes his hands around her waist pulling her to his body and nods. "Yeah, it was good but I can do better..."

"You?" Tanya asks. "You can ride?"

"In more than one way gazelle," he says with a suggestive wink.

"Prove it..." A voice comes from behind them and Alexander groans.

"Don't you know its bad manners to interrupt someone's conversation, Enrique?" Alexander asks as he turns around to face him.

"Longtime no see Alex," Enrique replies with his arms crossed over his chest.

Enrique has a light complexion, brown eyes and dark brown – almost black hair. He's in a biker jacket and pants with a black muscle shirt clinging to his frame.

"Yeah," is Alexander's vague reply.

"You know him?" Tanya asks stupidly, by the looks of it of course they know each other.

Enrique's dark eyes land on her and an intrigued smile pull at his lips as he looks at her body. "¿Y quien eres?"

"Tanya –" she starts.

"…and she's taken," Alexander finishes.

Enrique chuckles looking back to Alexander with a teasing smile. "What's claimed can always be unclaimed my friend. Nothing's forever."

He turns to Tanya again with a panty-dropping smile. "…and yes princesa, we know each other. We were old biking buddies before Alex here ditched me for the suits."

"Ancient history, Rique," Al says and Enrique chuckles.

"I wouldn't say that especially if you think you can do better than I can," he says. "I challenge you to a race."

"No thanks," Alexander replies without hesitation. "Not interested."

"So wait, first you make big talk about doing better than me..." Enrique says loud enough for the crowd to hear. "…and now you chicken out? That's pathetic hombre."

The crowd laughs with Enrique and Alexander shakes his head. He's not worth it.

"Race me, my bike for your Perra," the moment that word leaves his mouth Al moves to inflict damage but Tanya holds him back.

"Oh… I see so la perra holds the leash," Enrique taunts before looking over at Tanya. "Tell him to race me and to try to make me take back my words."

Tanya looks at a shaking Alexander and rubs his shoulders soothingly. He looks at her and that look tells it all. Enrique's words were getting to him.

"You don't have to do it," she says softly as she rests her hands on his back.

He ignores her statement turning to Enrique and the words he says next confirms that look she saw in his eyes.

"Deal."

***

"Again you don't have to do this," Tanya advises him as he walks up to the bike one of the competitors had decided to loan him.

"I'm doing it though and that's that," he replies to her swinging his thick thigh over the bike straddling it.

"Alexander," Tanya says placing a hand on his arm that's holding onto the steering. "This is stupid. You don't have anything to prove."

"That's where you're wrong, gazelle, I do," he says with a charming smile. The adrenaline is pumping in his system and Alexander could barely wait to see what this machine could do. It's been a while since he's been in a race and this brings back fond memories and chills.

Tanya looks at him confused. Why couldn't he see that this is pointless? She wonders.

"Alexan–" she starts.

"No," Al says before cupping her chin and placing a chaste kiss on her plump lips. He bites her bottom lip gently, tugging it as he pulls away and Tanya looks at him with parted lips. "I'm doing this. Now, stop trying to stop me and wish me luck."

She rolls her eyes fighting back a pleased smile. If the man is so bent on racing, who is she to stop him? If you can't win against them, just join them.

"Okay fine," she says before wrapping her hands around his neck as his hand snakes to her waist before squeezing her ass.

She squeals at the unexpected grope and smacks his arm. He chuckles raising a brow and Tanya's breath hitches at the look he throws her.

He looks cool and collected, handsome and totally badass on the bike. Not to mention sexy. All that's missing is the leather jacket and he'd look like the leader of a motorcycle gang. 

Her sexy husband. Just looking at him is turning her on.

Is it bad that bad boys always seem to turn her on? Their shiny, loud 'deathtraps' as her mother would say, their tight, fit clothes that show drool-worthy muscles and their 'I'm the best you'll ever have' attitude cause her toes to curl at the thought of just testing if it's true.

"Racers to the starting line!" A voice rings out across the track and the couple looks over at the starting line which Enrique is making his way to.

"Guess it's time," Alexander says and Tanya nods.

"Good luck Al," she says pecking him on the mouth hovering millimeters away from his juicy lips before whispering.

 "Win and I'll show you why they say once you go black you can't go back."

Alexander laughs at her statement and Tanya joins in with him. "You're something else, Mrs. Blake."

"I know," she chuckles before pulling away. "Just win Mr. Blake."

She smiles and turns to walk away from him when he smacks her ass. She spins around in shock and he chuckles as he starts his engine pushing off. "Sure thing sweet cheeks."

Tanya chuckles watching him ride away before walking over to Teresa and the twins. They start talking animatedly about the race upon seeing Tanya and Tanya replies politely before looking onto the tracks where Alexander sits on a red bike.

He looks up to her with a charming smile and Tanya places her hand on her lips blowing him a kiss. He catches it and places it on his lips and Tanya chuckles before flipping him off. To this gesture, Alexander smirks at her before winking.

"Alright, Riders saddle up." The voice booms across the track again and the riders pull on their helmets as the crowd roars. "You know the rules. No weapons, no shoving, no kicking or performance of any act that may cause physical harm to an appointment. Now seeing as though I've cleared that up I leave the rest to that fine ass woman making her way to the tracks now."

A tall woman in a crop top, ripped shorts and leather boots makes her way to the centre of the track. She has long flowing brown hair and a stunning face. She struts confidently to the riders and the male members of the audience hoot, whistle and shout out catcalls after her.

Men. Tanya thinks rolling her eyes.

"Looking good Catrina!"

Tanya hears a smack to her left and she looks over to see at a red-faced Marcello who's rubbing the back of his head.

"What did I do?" he asks a peeved Teresa who refuses to look at him and Miguel stifles a laugh.

"Oh boys," Catrina speaks seductively into a mic and the roaring crowd roars even louder. "Start your engines!"

In an almost coordinated manner, the bikers start their engines one after the other. At the sound, Tanya heart pounds and her palms become sweaty in anticipation.

"On your marks!" she says pointing to the people to her left and they cheer as the riders rev their engines.

"Get set!" she points over to us before raise her hand with a black and white checkered handkerchief and we cheer loudly our voices becoming hoarse.

She looks at the boys with a seductive smile before pulling her hand with the kerchief down and yelling. "Go!"

Al speeds off down the track swerving around bikers as they try and push forward. The wind stings against his body and he grips the steering changing gear and gunning forward.

The rush of the racecourses through his body and he finds himself riding circles around the other bikers as he makes his way to the front. His heart beats a tattoo against his chest and his breaths come out in pants as he looks in anticipation at the obstacles before him feeling a buzz pass through him.

The track starts to meander before the group and a grin splits onto his lips as he steers the bike, drifting around the corners. A few riders lose control of their bike by the third turn skidding to a halt and Alexander scoffs. They lacked training he had acquired over the years, if they want to win they would have to come harder and train harder.

They move onto the bumps and Alexander's filled with glee almost resembling a child in a candy store. His body bounces up and down as he rides over the wavy track but not once did he lose control of his bike. He rides until the waves cease in the track and a lift lies elevated in front of him. Gunning down the track he rides up the lift and flies across the jagged rocks that lie beneath him. He releases his legs from the bike performing a stunt that got the crowd crazy before straddling the bike and landing on the other side on both wheels speeding down the track.

The feel of competing again and being wild and free heightens his lust for victory and he pushes forward making his way towards Enrique who is leading the group at this moment in time.

At that moment Alexander only knows one thing, Enrique better watch his back because the Stunt King is back and is going to take back his throne.

***

Tanya's breath had caught in her chest when the first set of bikers had spun out of control but nothing had her struggling to breathe as the stunt Alexander had pulled at the lift.

"…and the Stunt King's back!" Catrina shouts provoking another roar from the crowd.

Holy hell, Stunt King?

Teresa cheers beside Tanya and Tanya can't help but join her. The wind whips her hair about as the riders cross the starting line for lap two and Tanya's hearts hammers as adrenaline is pumped into her already heated blood.

"You didn't tell us he was this good," Miguel yells to Tanya over the crowd and she shrugs at him.

"I didn't even know myself," she shouts back receiving a questioning look before a nod.

Marcello leads over Teresa repeating a similar question to Tanya and she shrugs. "I'm learning something new about him every day."

The race continues, more riders falling out and Tanya and the gang cheer for Alexander as he makes his way to the lead.

"Stunt King!" They shout and soon the crowd catches on.

Tanya and Teresa holler out cheers and jump in glee each time he overtakes a rider. Tanya's body is beyond buzzed, she feels intoxicated without the ingestion of alcohol. The rush she feels watching Alexander control the track like it's his b***h is enough to make her high.

"Come on Alexander!" she cheers as they start the last lap.

"Come on folks. I've got five on Stunt King! Ten on Black lightning! Any more bets?!" Miguel shouts as a crowd gathers around him. Marcello looks over at his brother shaking his head before tightening his hold on Teresa's waist.

Tanya laughs before turning her attention to the race at hand. Enrique is still leading with Alexander on his heel. They fly over the lift Alexander flashing a stunt before landing beside Enrique. The two are now neck to neck and the crowd is going wild.

"Do I hear a twenty, thirty? Stunt King or Black Lightning!" Miguel shouts behind her but her eyes are trained on the race.

They drift around the corner neck in neck and Tanya grips the railing in anticipation.

"Who will it be our very own Stunt King or Black Lightning?" Catrina yells. "Black Lightning. No Stunt King. Black Lightning. Stunt King!"

 The race goes on like this and Tanya's eyes stay glued on the track. They speed down the stretch towards the finish line and her heart hammers as sweat clings to her body.

"Come on Alexander!" Teresa cheers.

"Stunt King!" The twin cheer as well and everyone's mouth falls as the most unexpected thing happened.

"Holy f**k!" Tanya's eyes widen in shock.

"f**k," Marcello and Miguel say each receive a smack upside the head from Teresa.

As the men had approached the finish line Alexander had placed all the weight of the bike onto its front wheel pushing himself forward and over the line before Enrique.

Bum...

He won.

Bum...

He won!

Before Tanya could catch up with herself she dashes from the rails onto the track, her heart hammering in her chest. The wind beats against her body as she runs towards the familiar red bike and blue eyes meet her dark ones. He swings his leg off the bike and people start to crowd him cheering at the top of their voices.

Catrina steps onto Tanya's path trying to talk up Alexander and Tanya huffs before pushing her bony ass out of her way. Alexander looks at her shocked as Catrina falls with a yelp and Tanya jumps onto him wrapping her legs and arms around him, her lips and body flush against his.

The force of her body colliding with him throws him a little off balance but he regains it before grabbing onto her waist and kissing her back.

To say he's shocked is an understatement, he's never seen his gazelle so 'jumpy'.

She pulls away cupping his face before kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead and lips once more.

"You won!" she cheers bouncing in his arms. Alexander groans huskily as something ticks in his pants but Tanya's too hyped up to sense it. "You actually won! I can't believe it."

"Wow gazelle, your faith in me winning from the start woos me," Alexander says dryly.

Tanya giggles before hugging him once more and Alexander struggles to breathe. Someone clears their throat and the couple looks around to see a sour-faced Enrique and pissed off Catrina.

Tanya hops off Alexander with a roll of her eyes before turning to them and leaning on her man, staking her claim. Catrina narrows her eyes whilst Tanya smirks as Alexander moves his hands to her stomach, caressing it.

Mine. Her eyes portray as they look into Catrina's. Catrina huffs looking away from her and continues with her job.

"Well, boys..." Catrina chimes in eying the men seductively. "What's the verdict?"

That you're a tramp, Tanya sneers mentally rolling her eyes.

The men look at each other sizing each other up.

"Well, Enrique?" Alexander asks sternly.

"Alexander," he says grimly.

They stare off for a few minutes and the crowd quiets down watching the exchange. This tension is so thick that it can be cut with a knife.

Everyone looks attentively. What will they do? Fight? Argue? The suspense is killing them.

Suddenly Enrique leans forward hand raised and grins. Alexander mirrors his smile releasing Tanya before grabbing Enrique's hand introducing a bro hug. Tanya looks at them shocked before shaking her head.

I'm not even going to try, she thinks rolling her eyes.

"Nice race amigo," Enrique says pulling back.

"Any time Rique. You are better competition than any of these niñitos."

A few 'oohs' and 'aahs' break out amongst the crowd but the men ignored it.

"True that," Enrique nods. "Well, amigo a deal's a deal. Take your pick of any of the motorcycles in my shop. It'll be yours."

Alexander looks over at Tanya seeking her advice but sees that she has gotten tired of his and Enrique's conversation and is now admiring the bike Alexander had rode on during the race.

"How about this," Alexander says as a thought pops in his head. He walks over to the bike and catches Tanya's attention before speaking once more. "My girl seems entranced by this one so we'll take it and you give a bike from your shop to the owner as a replacement. What do you think?"

Tanya stares at him with wide eyes. He's getting this bike for her?

"Deal. That's if the owner agrees," Enrique says nonchalantly.

"Hell yes, I agree!" A voice calls out across the crowd and the group laughs.

"Well I guess it's settle," Enrique grins. "How about a drink? It's been a while amigo mayor."

"Sure but my girl's coming along," he says keeping his arm firmly around Tanya's waist.

"No problem and I'm sorry for calling you una perra, princesa I was just trying to rile him up."

"Está vale. I didn't take it offensively. I know my worth so when I hear someone who doesn't know me try and downgrade me I ignore their idiocy."

"Damn. You've snatched a good one Alex."

"I know," is Alexander's only reply looking down at Tanya who smirks at him.

"Well this way, follow me," Enrique says making his way through the crowd that is slowly dispersing.

"Come on babe," Alexander says throwing his arm over Tanya's shoulder as they follow Enrique.

***

The men had spent hours catching up with each other. Talking about what each has missed in the year they were not in contact and Tanya was surprised to hear that Enrique was a single dad and mechanic.

After hearing Enrique speak about his Gabriella, Tanya had high respect for him. You barely saw single fathers nowadays and it's refreshing to see men take up their roles as dads.

An hour later after drinking and talking with Enrique, Tanya draws Alexander to the dance floor on the track and they get lost in each other as they dance. Teresa, Marcello and Miguel had gone home an hour ago saying Teresa had a curfew so she needed to get home, leaving the couple to themselves with instructions on how to find the motel from the tracks.

As the songs roll in and they dance erotically against each other. Alexander wraps his arms around her as she flexes her hips against his crotch turning on his s*x-starved beast. Half an hour later the two sweaty bodies made their way off the dance floor. They say their goodbyes to Enrique and the men exchanged contacts before Tanya and Alexander move outside for some fresh air with their shiny red prize.

Alexander parks the bike at the top of the platform placing both feet on the ground as Tanya climbs off the back and makes her way in front of him.

She straddles his lap bravely and peers up at him with daring black eyes. He cups her cheek and she grins seductively before biting her lip and connecting their hunger lips.

The heat in their body spike as they run their hands over each other hungrily. His hands grip her bare sides her skin buzzing as they move up and down against each other. She moans as her hands find his firm abdominals beneath his short and his hands grab her ass as he growls sounding almost animalistic.

Pants, moans and cries leave their mouths as they explored each other's clothed body but frustration claws at them when they notice they can't take it further out here.

Grunting Alexander picks up Tanya before getting off the bike and opening a door that leads to a flight of stairs. This is not his first time here so he knows his way around the track stadium.

He wants her now and he isn't planning on waiting.

He takes the stairs two by two before opening another door and Tanya gasps as she sees a large glass window showing the people partying in the stadium.

They are in the box above the tracks.

Alexander places her on her feet before pulling the curtains to cover the window and the dim glow of the lights from the stadium illuminates their bodies.

Tanya watches as Alexander walks to the door and locks it to ensure that no one can walk in on them.

He stalks over to Tanya and she moans. He fists her hair pulling her head back as he kisses her. She runs her hands over his strong shoulders and down his firm chest before pulling at his shirt. He pulls it off before running his hand down her waist to her pants un-clipping her suspenders throwing them to the floor. His hand skims her waist trailing up to her breasts before cupping them and Tanya moans biting her lip.

"Alexander," she calls out before capturing his lips and removing his hands from her breasts.

She guides his hands eagerly into her pants and moans as his fingers brush against her heated flesh.

"I want you to f**k me here," she moans. "Hard. Can you handle that Stunt King?"

Alexander kisses her neck, nibbling on her jugular and she whimpers as he rubs her c**t causing her to buckle against him.

"Shall we see Mrs. Blake?" He smirks circling her wet flesh pulling a pant from her lips.

"Let's."