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15.07 - Public Play - Lando Norris He lures her into the pool, touching her in public and is thrilled to be seen by anyone lounging around. His challenge is to make her come while she struggles to keep the sounds in. “Come into the water with me?”

16.07 - Breath Play - Oscar Piastri He wants to take her breath away, literally. Choking her, hand easily wrapping around her neck and while she feels lightheaded, he buries himself deep inside of her.” “Want to breathe? Too bad I am the one in charge.”

17.07 - Tying Up - Max Verstappen Max likes to dominate her and there is no easier way to do it than by restricting her movements to his liking. “Let’s make sure you stay where you're supposed to.”

18.07 - Cockwarming - Franco Colapinto Franco is sure she only needs some practise to take his cock without preparation every time, so he insists on some training. "Don't move.”

19.07 - Face Fucking - Ollie Bearman She is on her period, but Ollie still deserves a reward for his good race, so she offers her mouth. “You look so pretty with your lips around my cock.”

20.07 - Anal Play - Paul Aron Keeping the options open, they try a different kind of sex that night. “Let’s try something new.”

21.07 - Voyeurism - Lando Norris She is secretly watching him jerking off, well not as secretly as she thinks she is. He waves her over and just keeps going while she can’t look away. “Just keep watching.”

22.07 - Orgasm Control - Oscar Piastri Oscar likes to keep things under his control, including her orgasms and sometimes he gets a bit mean about it. “Maybe if you beg for it?”

23.07 - Edging - Max Verstappen Max has set himself a goal, edging her until she can’t take it anymore. “Don’t yet my love.”

24.07 - Exhibitionism - Franco Colapinto They're caught in the act, his fingers deeply buried inside of her, but Franco just keeps going. “Give me a minute, she is already close.”

25.07 - Spit Roast - Charles + Oscar She is letting them both have her, one in her mouth, one pounding into her from behind. “She is so out.”

26.07 - Creampie - Ollie Bearman Ollie never really fucked her raw, but it does something primal to him. “Love seeing my cum dripping out of you.”

27.07 - Humiliation - Lando Norris Lando loves to degrade her, mocks her with joy and she can’t do anything but feel pleasure because of it. “You are my needy little slut.”

28.07 - Biting - Paul Aron His neck is so broad that she can't do anything to lick it, suck on it and bite her marks into his skin. “Little Vampire.”

29.07 - Impact Play - Max Verstappen First rule, never piss off Max, second rule live with the consequences. “Count for me.”

30.07 - CNC - Franco Colapinto A little consensual roleplay turns into something no one could understand. “Go on and scream, no one is gonna hear you anyway.”

31.07 - Temperature Play - Charles Leclerc What else is a couple supposed to do when it gets hot outside? “Ready for a little temperature change?”

01.08 - Chuckholding - Max + Ollie Max allows one of his rookies to fuck her, an experience to learn something, as he calls it. Only rule, he is allowed to watch everything. "Is he fucking you better than I do?”

02.08 - Breeding - Lando Norris As an uncle Lando has a lot of kids around him and while he agreed on waiting a bit longer for his own, it can’t hurt to practice for it. “I want to fill you up until you can’t take it anymore.”

03.08 - 69 - Oscar Piastri She loves giving head, he loves licking her to an orgasm. There's a simple solution for archiving that at the same time. “Tasting so sweet.”

04.08 - Manhandling - Franco Colapinto Throwing her around might look rough, but it is exactly what she wants. “Take control Franco.”

05.08 - Multiple Orgasm - Ollie Bearman She is shaking under him with pleasure, and he loves to bring her to another orgasm just for fun. “You can take one more.”

06.08 - Mutual Masturbation - Lando Norris Long distance relationship means fulfilling pleasure in different ways, so face time it is. “Show me how you touch yourself”.

07.08 - Vibrator Use - Max Verstappen Max bought something for her to wear on their date and is smirking just by the thought of turning the intensity up in the best moments. “Wear this tonight.”

08.08 - Group Play - Charles + Oscar + Paul + Ollie The former Prema boys take her together. “She loves being used by all of us.”

09.08 - Nipple Clamps - Franco A sensual mix between pain and pleasure, finding new ways to heighten the lust. “Fuck, this hurts so good.”

10.08 - Size Kink - Lando Norris He is big and not just in length, but also in girth, so she is genuinely worried if it is going to fit. But he makes it work. “You are too big.”

11.08 - Sensory Play - Oscar Piastri Oscar is sure he can bring her lust to another level by taking away her sight. “You need to feel me.”

12.08 - Praise Kink - Ollie Bearman He loves to praise her during sex, and she gets wetter and wetter with every whispered word. “Doing so good for me.”

13.08 - Dildo - Charles Leclerc Charles catches her using a dildo because he returns home earlier than planned. Let’s just say he isn't amused. “Isn’t my cock enough?”

A week goes by, then another and for a moment I really think, hope that Franco has come to his senses and realised he shouldn't bring me to pay my debts like that. Still feeling his hands in my hair, tasting his cock on my tongue and hearing his voice telling me that I owe him. I know that I have to pay everything back that he did for me, because if I mess up with Franco, he might take everything away from me again, leaving me with nothing. It was way too naive of me to think that he did all of this for free. So, when the doorbell rings, a cold shiver runs down my spine, I already know who it is going to be and I don't know what to expect from him. 

I walk to the door slowly, dreading the moment when I have to open the door, but then the bell rings again. Longer, kind of louder and I quickly take the last few steps, turning the key around and open the door to reveal Franco, whose frown turns into a smirk when he sees me. 

“Missed me?” He asks, casually crossing his arms in front of his chest and my heart starts to race, my palms get sweaty and my eyes nervously flicker around. The man that once brought me joy, is now making me nervous and not the good kind. “Hello Franco.” I greet him, voice small and lower my gaze, waiting for him to instruct me around like he did last time but he just clicks his tongue impatiently. 

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He asks voice not even close to the gentle tones, the ones he once used with me. I quickly take a step back, opening the door wider for him, before muttering, “Come inside please.” Franco steps past me, shoulder brushing against me before he kicks off his shoes and gestures me to follow him into the living room. He settles on the couch, and I just awkwardly stand around, hands fiddling with each other while he starts talking. 

“I got your pass for the races, it will give you access to Alpine and the track, even if you aren't with your team. The flights will be handled, and you can tell your team that you are sleeping with me.” The last part he adds with a wink and I blush; I will certainly tell no one about this. Then Franco adds with a stern tone “At least in the same hotel. Officially in two rooms connected with each other, but don't you dare to close that door.” A shiver runs down my spine, there will be no way of hiding from him except for when I am working or when he is in the car, which is luckily at opposite times. But still, he makes his words true to use me as his little toy to travel around with. 

“That's…a lot.” I say, not knowing what else to respond. He has everything planned out and since I owe him so much, I probably have to pay for a long time to lessen my debts with him. But his face darkens at my words, and he shakes his head at me. 

“Not the right response.” His tone is full of disappointment, and I feel guilty for not showing him how grateful I am. “Thank you Franco.” I hastily say and he nods approvingly this time “Better.”

There is silence for a moment and again I don't really dare to look at him, I feel like he wouldn't appreciate it much. “Now that we have established the travel logistics.” Franco starts again and stands up, walking over while speaking. “Your body is mine until I say. You pay your debts like I want you to. No complaints.” I listen to him and as much as it feels wrong it is the right thing to do, Franco can decide how he wants to be repaid from me. Now he is in front of me, looking down at me. “You will make sure of birth control, for now I bring condoms, but I want you raw. I help you pay if you need it, but that will be added onto your bill.” He explains and I hunch my shoulders up. I refused to take birth control until now, didn't want to mess with the hormones, but looks like I have to change that as well now. “Keep me updated about your period because your mouth will take over during that time or I fuck your pretty ass, not sure yet.” Franco's fingers brush over my lips, before he grabs a handful of my ass during his speech. I press my eyes close and take a deep breath, hoping he would stick to my mouth because I had never had anal sex before and the thought doesn't appeal to me.

“Everything clear?” He asks me, fingers curling around my chin to hold my head upright and I open my eyes, blinking up at him with some tears brimming in my eyes again, before whispering “Yes, Franco.”

He huffs, letting go of my chin again and instantly I lower my eyes back to the ground. “Good, get on your knees where you belong to.” I don't even respond to his command, just drop onto my knees in front of him like two weeks ago, trying to take a deep breath, but failing to do so. “You know what to do.” Franco says and it is like my body is acting on its own, autopilot taking over. 

I reach for his belt, open it, before the button and the zipper. I pull down his trouser and then hook my fingers into his boxershorts to free his cock. This time he is still soft, and I lick my palm before wrapping my hand around his length. Stroking it firmly just like Franco did two weeks ago and feeling how it gets harder under my touch. Twitching under my fingertips and I know he is ready, but I hesitate again, last time my jaw hurt afterwards, and I felt nauseous because of swallowing his cum. A firm grip in my hair stops my hesitation and I lean forward. 

Lips meeting the tip and it tastes almost familiar letting him sink into my mouth. Hand letting go of him, steadying myself on his thighs again. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on my “job” and hope I can satisfy him. 

“Missed your pretty lips wrapped around me.” Franco coos and in shame I have to admit that his praise is doing something to me. He guides my head from the beginning on today, making me take him deeply and suck on his tip again, before shoving his tip to my throat. This time I trash less and he hums approvingly. 

Franco doesn't let me move my head back that much, rather letting his cock settle on my tongue, tip trying to get as deep as possible and I feel tears rising to my eyes again. Salvia slipping out between my lips and his cock, not being able to swallow it and Franco sighs “Hmm, drooling all over my cock.” Followed by a “Good girl” and I whimper, not wanting to show him my partial arousal, but can't hold it back. Franco fucks his cock into my mouth a couple more times before pulling me harshly back by my hair. 

"That's enough.” He says and takes a step back, leaving his trousers and boxers behind and then he gets rid of his shirt while I just watch him. Chin still wet from my drool and my knees are digging into the carpet. Franco settles on the couch again before looking at me. 

“Come and sit here.” He invites me and pats his thighs. I look at him for a moment, not able to move and he lifts one eyebrow. “Now!” His voice is a warning, and I clumsily get to my feet, legs feeling numb and I almost stumble the few steps to him. I straddle his lap like he wants me to his cock standing proudly between us. 

“I want to look at your tits.” Franco announces and before I can really process his words, he works the zipper of my hoodie open. Shoving it down my shoulders, down my arms and I am frozen while he undresses me further. Fingers tugging my shirt upwards and I lift my arms to ease it, before crossing them in front of my chest to cover myself up at least a little bit. 

“No hiding!” Franco's voice almost sounds like a growl when he grabs my wrist to pull them behind my back, easily holding them with one hand there, having the other free to touch me. He pulls the cups of my bra down, letting my breast be pushed up by the fabric. “Hmm, pretty things.” Franco hums, hand finding one of my breasts, almost gently taking it into his hand, fingers tugging at the nipple carefully and I arch my back into his touch automatically. 

“So responsive.” He mutters and keeps touching my breast and I can’t suppress a needy little whine when he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Fuck, why does this feel so good? Franco smirks against my skin, letting go of my hands, now both hands on my body and I let him. Lean into his touch, almost pleading for more and he loves it. 

“I wonder how sensitive you get while being fucked.” Franco says, leaning his head slightly to the side. I feel myself clench at the thought and as much as I want to be embarrassed by it, my mind deems it as Franco's right. 

“Let's see if that pussy is any good.” Franco pushes me so that I land with my back on the couch, hands already working to open my trousers, but I dare to stop him, holding onto his wrists when he wants to pull them down, his head shooting up to look at me with murderous eyes. 

“Franco…” I whisper, suddenly fear pooling in my stomach, not about the sex part in general, but because I think he will just take what he wants like he does during the blow jobs and I am not sure if I can do that.  

“What?” Franco huffs, sitting back on his heels. “About to complain again?” He asks, before adding a touch darker “I thought we made it clear that you owe me.”

“No, yes…I mean I know that I owe you, just…” I stutter, understanding that I have to pay my debts, but I have other concerns. 

“Talk.” Franco's voice is cold and I lower my head. “Can you take it slow?” I ask him, voice barely above a whisper, before adding, “I haven't had sex in months.” That's true and knowing how Franco's cock looks, I am sure he is bigger than the last one. 

“Hm.” Franco hums, leaning his head to the side, thinking, before he slowly nods “Because you have been good.”

Relief floods my veins. “Thank you.” I say, but Franco is back undressing me, letting my bra like it is, pushing my breast up, but gets rid of my trousers and panties, which are pretty wet by now. 

“Spread your legs.” He instructs me and I do as much as I am able to on that couch. Franco reaches for a condom, rolling it over his cock before settling between my thighs. “If you come, you come, but don't expect me to stop after it or stay longer to give you an orgasm.” I nod during his words, and he ends them with an “This is for me.” Which is just the truth, this is for him taking what he deems as a payment. 

Franco sets his tip at my entrance and then pushes forward slowly like I have asked him to. Walls stretching around his cock and I whimper, hands finding his arms to hold onto and I pinch my eyes close while adjusting. He could push in easily because I was lubricated enough but I still need a moment to get used to the stretch. Franco rolls his hips teasingly and my hips lift automatically to let his pubic bone grind over my clit. 

I can hear him chuckle at my reaction and then he picks up a rhythm, stays with those shallow grinds at first and because I am so worked up already, needy from not being touched in so long and now being full of his cock and my clit being stimulated, I orgasm around him. Loudly moaning and arching into his body for more. Franco hooks one of my legs around his hips and changes his movements. 

Pulling back more and thrusting into me with more force, making the couch shake under us. “Good little slut.” Franco praises me and I whimper, hands still holding onto him. The overstimulation slowly gets me, him not letting me come down from my high properly. He sucks my nipple into his mouth while slamming into me. Groaning against my skin and I can feel him twitch inside of me, knowing he won't make it much longer.

“Franco please.” I whimper, trying to tilt my hips again to make his pubic bone touch my clit again, but Franco pins me down. “Not my job to make you come.” He repeats what he told me before and I whine pathetically. “I could add it to your debts.” Franco offers me and I feel his hips stutter, cock twitching at the thought of me owing him more. 

“Please.” I just cry, at this moment not thinking about anything else but another orgasm and I don't see his wicked grin when his fingers sneak between our bodies. Only needing to pinch my clit once between his fingertips to tip me over into the second orgasm. He comes with a moan as well, hips bucking against mine a couple of more times to ride it out, while I go limp under him. Just slowly coming back to my senses again. 

He pulls out, not offering me any bit of aftercare just letting me lay there like the used toy I am for him. Franco gets rid of the condom, gets dressed again, while I still lay there, processing what just happened. 

Look, it was never the plan to fall in love with an F1 driver during my time at the magazine Curbs and Curves, but it happened, and I feel like nothing could have stopped me from falling for Daniel. Destiny set us up on my first day of work at the track instead of in the office where I used to be and then we have seen each other over and over again. Shared interviews, the laughing and the difficult ones, and in the process I fell for him, hoping he is feeling the same, but with Daniel there is no hint of whether it is true interest or just his usual charm. Still, when he first texted me, I felt like the stars were aligning and every weekend I look forward to interviewing him or just catching a glimpse of him when he is working with someone else. Looking back at our first meeting is a frequent thing I do and like so often I slip into a daydream.

It's my first time at an F1 track and I would be lying if I said I am not nervous about it. But Curbs and Curves finally gives me the opportunity to interview the drivers myself and not write the articles about it later, which I do enjoy as well, but being right at the track fills me with so much excitement I can't even explain. And my first interview ever will be with Daniel Ricciardo, who should be one of the easier ones to talk to.

When he is in front of me, I feel starstruck for a second, can't believe I am really here, but he greets me with a grin and I shake mentally and go back into working mode. Do my little intro, before adding “I am here with Daniel to talk about the first day of testing.” From there on, it feels smooth, Daniel answers my questions, laughs and avoids giving real answers to some of them. So everything is working out as expected. Of course, the driver doesn't always give straight answers to questions to avoid saying too much. When we close up the interview, Daniel stays in front of me, instead of straight going to the next one.

“You looked terrified.” He tells me, voice hushed because there are many microphones around and I look at him, surprised “Huh?” Daniel leans a little closer, hip casually against the barrier and arms crossed in front of his chest. “At the beginning of that interview, you looked like I was about to murder you.” He tells me, a smirk on his lips and I feel myself blush. Looks like I was more nervous on the outside than I hoped I would be.

“I didn't look like that.” I still protest, but Daniel's grin just gets wider “Pretty sure you were.” He says and his look gives this Don’t lie to me I know the truth anyway vibe and I just sigh, maybe it is better to admit to it.

“Just the first time at the track, first interview.” I tell him with a shrug and there is a glint in his eyes when he says “I feel honoured.” After that, he was hushed away by his PR to the next interview and I deemed it to be a good start to my days in the paddock.

Today I am no longer nervous, easily interviewing the drivers, adjusting my style slightly for the different personalities and most of the time it works. Sometimes it isn't easy to get any answer from a driver who is frustrated, angry or just mentally done with the media, but I still have to tickle something out of them. And with Daniel it still feels natural and I am drawn to him in a way I can't quite explain, but he comes to me with happiness most of the time as well. Well, searching for him is never really necessary because I hear him before my eyes can even start to look for him, his laugh echoing over the place.

It feels warm in my chest when he laughs like that and it always lightens my mood as well. Just as that one chaotic time he was stealing the interview spot with me from Max, just skipping the line to be first to talk with me.

The media pen is crowded today and it's more of a rotation of drivers instead of them wandering around in their preferred order. Well, until Max Verstappen is about to step in front of me, only to be shoved to the side by Daniel. Of course it is Daniel.

“Hah, my spot.” He cheers while Max looks somewhere between amusement and annoyance, being used to the shenanigans of his friend. “Mate.” Max huffs, but Daniel shakes his head “Nope. First comes, first serves.” Daniel insists and for a moment Max looks like he is about to argue, eyes looking at me for a moment, before he lifts his hands in defence and takes a step back, searching for a free spot with the media instead.

“First overtake of the weekend.” I grin at Daniel and get one of the brightest ones in return. “And many more to come.” Daniel promises and we casually start the interview about the last training session of the weekend.

Daniel and I settle for one of our longer interviews, a series we started at Curbs and Curves. Him being micked up, sitting opposite me in a lounge chair while we yap about different things. His farm, racing, growing up, stupid late-night decisions and things he would like to do and archive in the future. We talk for longer than intended, but surprisingly his PR doesn't say a word, maybe she already set a longer time for this interview, because Daniel and I tend to drift off during normal interviews as well.

“And that's it.” I wrap the conversation up, can see the light of the camera flickering off and then I get out of my chair, stretching slightly. “Thank you Daniel.” I look at him, genuinely thankful that he took the time for this, making his media day slightly longer than it usually would have been.

“Not that I have a choice.” Daniel shrugs with a grin and gets out of the armchair as well.

“I know, let's unclip that microphone so that you can go to a more pleasant thing to do.” I gesture for him to come closer and he leans slightly down so that I can reach for the clip on the edge of his shirt. “Hm, there was one good thing about today already,” Daniel states, making me look at him curiously.

“Yeah?” I say, getting the microphone off his shirt and look up at him before adding “Care to share?” Daniel looks from left to right, leaning further down and I freeze, not wanting to move away from him when he mumbles “You are my favourite part of media day.”

I feel a blush rising on my cheeks and my heart starts racing. “Daniel…” I mutter, eyes flickering around, but no one seems to be looking at us.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.” He immediately takes a step back, but I reach out, fingers brushing his wrist, before saying softly “It's…I like the time with you too.” There is the brightest smile on his lips and I feel mine curl up as well, but then the bubble is popped by his PR yelling him over.

“Bye.” Daniel says with a hushed voice and walks away, leaving me with a racing heart and a warm feeling in my chest. I help the crew to pack up and then make my way to the media building where I want to work on some drafts I still have to finish. Halfway through the article, my phone pings with a message from my coworker who is working on the video interview.

A little warning would have been nice

A frown appears on my lips, I have no idea what she is talking about.

For what?

Daniel and you!

She immediately responds and the frown just deepens. The interview went smoothly and I can't think of anything why I should have warned her, so I text her that.

I can think of nothing I should have warned you about in that interview.

As a response, she just sends a link and I click on it. The video is slightly dark, but I recognise it immediately because I was there earlier. Daniel towering over me and this low voice, still recorded by the microphone “You are my favourite part of media day.” And for a second I can't do anything but panic “Fuck.” I curse, there has been a second camera and it looks like someone decided to leak the footage. Quickly I click onto the comments, which are still mostly civil.

He is down so bad

Isn't she from Curbs and Curves?

They look so in love

Closing the app, I switch back to my messenger, seeing that more people have texted me, including my siblings, my best friend and Daniel. Daniel, I sigh and decide he is the first one I am going to answer, just need to write one last message before.

I didn't know they were still filming with that second camera.

I quickly text my coworker and as reassuring as she tries to sound with her answer, it doesn't help to calm me down in the slightest.

Well, we figure something out.

Then I switch to the chat with Daniel, just one simple question waiting for me.

Can we meet?

Behind the media building?

I suggest and he is quick to answer like he had the chat open.

I'm already waiting for you.

I make my way down the stairs and turn to get behind the building, Daniel is already waiting for me in the dim light. “I am so sorry.” He says as soon as he sees me and steps closer, hands finding my upper arms and it kind of has a calming effect on me. “You don't have to apologise." I say because it isn't his fault someone put this online.

“At least it forces me to be honest now.” Daniel says, takes a step back and I can see him taking a deep breath. “Daniel?” I ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he gets straight to the point.

“I really like you.” He tells me and I let my shoulders sink. As much as I want to hear those words, they still come with so many problems. “You know we shouldn’t…” I mutter, but instinctively close the distance between us, arms finding a way around his waist and he wraps his arms around me as well. “I was never good at following rules.” Daniel laughs softly and I look up at him, seeing nothing but honest admiration, making me sigh.

I have been with Esteban for a few months now, still fully in that butterfly stage, even though we have established our feelings rather quickly. Some people said it was too quick and wouldn't last long, but for us it is perfect and still working, no matter what everyone else is saying about it. Managing around matching up our schedules, well the parts we can control, because Esteban can obviously not push race weekends and other mandatory events around. But his simulator times for example or things he doesn't have to be in the factory for. And we make it work. See each other often enough for some dates, private time and he even brings me to some race weekends where it matches my work schedule.

But there is one little secret I kept from Esteban over the last few weeks. I switched my birth control instead of taking the pill. I have a spiral now, freeing me of the pressure of always taking it at the same time. That was the main reason why we never had sex without a condom. In the beginning, it was just a process of learning to trust and safety, and then because I was nervous about messing up with the pill because of the switch between the time zones. Esteban was fine with it, told me to do whatever I felt comfortable with, but I want to feel him raw, without even the thinnest latex barrier between us. 

So, while we are tangled in the sheets right now, kissing each other deeply, my thoughts are already a few steps further, excitement tingling through my body. I can feel his hard length against my thigh, ready to take me and I wrap my leg around his hip to pull him closer. 

Esteban pulls his head back, gasping for air and then peppers a few more kisses on my face, making me giggle. Then he leans to the side, grabbing a tinfoil-wrapped condom and rolling it down his length in quick movements. Just when he wants to get settled between my legs again, I stop him. 

“Take the condom off.” I whisper, voice barely audibly and slightly trembling with excitement. He looks at me, freezes in his movements and just stutters, “I…what?” 

I reach between us, finger hooking under the condom to pull it off again, feeling his length twitch under my touch. “I want to feel you fully.” I explain, but Esteban still hesitates, when I want to pull him closer. 

“You said the time zones might mess with your pill because you might forget to take it at the right time.” He quickly says, a groan leaving his lips because I started stroking him. And he is right, that was my concern, but something changed. “I switched to the spiral a few weeks ago, let it settle. We are safe.” I explain to him and can see his eyes widen just slightly. We talked about the procedure of getting a spiral and he was absolutely horrified, I wasn't thrilled either, but he always told me it was my decision, because he would never force me to do something like that. But I did and while I might regret it in the first place, now it feels like the right decision. 

“And, you are sure?” Esteban asks me, voice gentle and I nod, feeling my heart pound in my chest. “I am sure.” I reassure him and then he leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss. He reaches between us and guides himself to my entrance. I can feel his hot tip parting me and I take a deep breath, while he slowly pushes in. 

It's a slow, intimate movement, every bit of him filling me up, while I feel everything, every ridge, every vein and just skin on skin. Esteban pauses when he is fully inside of me, body shaking slightly. “Is that okay?” He mumbles, nose brushing against my cheek. “Please don't stop.” I say, looking closely at him and then he starts moving. Slow movements, one of his hands finding mine, pinning it into the pillows beside my head. 

Esteban leans down again, lips capturing mine, tongue slipping against mine while he starts a rhythm with his hips that normally would have been too slow but is perfect right now. I move my hips against his, letting them meet his soft thrusts, free hand finding his back to hold onto him. 

Then he reaches between us, fingers finding that bundle of nerves easily and stroking it in the same slow movements of his thrusts. I gasp, fingers digging into his back while the pleasure washes over me. “Este.” I moan while my body shakes slightly, him thrusting into me a couple of more times, before I can feel his hot release and he groans into my neck.

We lay there, bodies curled into each other, not sure where one starts and the other ends. Hearts beating way too quickly, but in sync with each other. 

“Ooooollieee.” I say in that sing sang voice that I know annoys him but usually gets his attention quickly. And he does look up from his phone, eyebrows quirked at me before asking with a questioning tone “Yes?”

“Want some cake by the ocean?” I ask him, come straight to the point about what has been on my mind, but on Ollie's face there is confusion spreading. Eyebrows furrowed and oh this conversation is going to be gold. 

“You want to take a cake to the beach?” Ollie asks me like I have gone insane in the last few minutes. “At night.” He adds, gesturing to the darkness outside and I bite down on the inside of my cheek, trying not to burst out laughing. “Why?” Ollie concludes, genuine confusion on his face and I can't stop that laugh anymore. 

“Oh, Ollie.” I giggle and need to gasp for air while my boyfriend looks slightly offended by my laughing. “What?” He huffs and looks around like he tries to spot that hidden camera recording his reaction. 

“It's like the mile high club.” I tell him, because he knows what that phrase means. We have joined it already, more than once and it is always thrilling to do it again. 

“Huh?” Ollie looks even more confused, almost a bit adorable, but then realisation slowly hits him. Cheeks blushing slightly, before saying “Ohhhh.” Then he is quiet and I give him some time to think, but when he hasn't said anything for a few minutes, I start to get nervous. 

“So?” I ask, voice careful and not trying to rush him, but still wanting an answer, able to take a no, but he has to say something about it. 

“And you really want to do that?” Ollie asks, reassuringly and I just shrug my shoulders, like my heart isn't actually racing. “If you are up for it?” I offer and then his lips twitch into the first nervous smile. 

“I mean, I never would say no to sex.” Ollie says, giving me a quick wink, before trailing off “But…” His voice is hesitant, he gnaws on his lower lip and my heart sinks. 

“But?” I encourage him to speak out his mind and Ollie does, just not in the way I expected him to. 

“What’s with the sand?” 

And I burst out laughing again. I thought something serious was coming and not just his concern about the sand. “We take a towel and try to avoid doing it on the sand.” I say while Ollie just stares at me. Then I add something “But to be honest, we might get sand in places we don't want it no matter how hard we try.”

Now it's Ollie's time to shrug his shoulders, like he doesn't really mind at the second thought, “Well, lets go to the beach then.” He says and stands up, tossing his phone to the side because he doesn't need it right now. 

“And, you are sure?” I ask him, because he decided so quickly all of the sudden, from concerned to in and I don't want him to do that just because of me Ollie steps closer, smiling that smile that always makes me forget what I wanted to say. Then he reaches out for me and I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. 

“You made me join the mile high club, I can eat cake by the ocean with you and do all those other funny synonyms for sex with you.” Ollie says with all the seriousness he can, and I have to laugh at that, before suggesting something else. 

“You mean like salting the car?” I ask him and his expression slips into something between disbelief and daydreaming. “Salting the…what the fuck.” He mutters but seems to decide it isn't worth the discussion, at least not now. “Yeah, even that.” Ollie waves it off and I grin, looks like we need to find a spacious car soon. 

"Let's go.” Ollie says and then we grab the things we need, a beach towel, a condom, and some water because it is still warm outside. We walk down the empty streets, while holding on to each other, hands swinging between us, only our hushed conversations in the oddly quiet surroundings. When we enter the beach, we get rid of our shoes, and the sand is still warm under my feet. 

“It feels illegal to go to the beach at night.” Ollie states and I look at him, one eyebrow raised “Just that part?” I ask him, because that doesn't seem to be the most “illegal” thing we are up to tonight. “No, everything about this, but it adds to the thrill.” He laughs while leading me over the sand. 

“Choose a nice spot.” I tell him and Ollie does, looking and wandering around for a bit until he finds a space, slightly dipped between some dunes, creating a kind of cosy niche. “Here, a little secluded from people that might enter.” Ollie declares and then we get settled, towel spread on top of the sand before lying down on it. Facing each other, while listening to the night around us. The soft, yet really quiet hum of the city, some party probably going on in the distance and the sound of the ocean brushing over the sand. 

“Kiss me.” I tell Ollie, a way to calm his and maybe also my nerves and also set the mood. He obliges without hesitation, lips finding mine in a familiar way and I pull him closer by the neck, finger threading through the hair on the nape of his neck. And like that, I can feel Ollie relax under the kiss. Muscles get less tense until he just concentrates himself on the kiss. Hands roaming like they would when we are at home. Finding the back of my thighs, to hug my leg around his hip and I let him pull me closer, bodies flushed while our lips are still sealed together. 

“Want to undress fully or just the necessary bits?” Ollie asks me and slight grin appears on my lips. “The necessary ones make it easier to run if we get caught.” I say and Ollie just groans loudly. He probably didn't even think about that part, about us being in the public, but I just reminded him. Well, he is fine with it on a plane, and this is basically the same just without the walls but in the dark instead. 

I kiss him again and can feel him melt under my touch, how he relaxes more and more and I start to undress him slightly. Opening the button of his trousers, pulling the zipper down and then instructing him to lift his hips so that I can slightly pull his trousers and boxer shorts down slightly. Freeing his hard cock just enough so that it can spring free. Then I shuffle up my dress, getting a hold of my panties and pulling them out from under my dress. I straddle Ollie's lap, dress bunching up around us, before I grab the condom. Quickly rolling it down his cock and then positioning myself above it. Tip aligning with my entrance, slowly sinking down on him until he is fully seated inside of me. I sigh at the familiar stretch, and Ollie's hands wander under the dress to hold onto my hips, thumb brushing slightly over the skin there. 

When I start to move, my hands automatically come to rest on his chest, riding up his shirt a little at first so that I can touch his bare skin, feeling how warm it is under my touch and teasing certain spots during it. 

“Just like that.” Ollie mumbles while I move on top of him, hips lifting and lowering making his cock slide in and out of me with slow movements. “Doing so well.” He keeps praising me, something he did from the beginning on, always making sure I know how much he likes whatever I am doing. Always talking me through blowjobs as well. The ocean wind brushes over us, but we don't even notice because our bodies get hotter and hotter with every roll of my hips. 

“You like the fact that anyone could see us here, don't you?” Ollie asks me and just the thought of being caught makes me clench around him, a whimper slipping over my lips as well. It's always thrilling that there is a risk of someone coming in when doing it on a plane, or someone walking by here. Risky, but still thrilling. Ollie's thumb finds my clit, and he starts to toy with it in slow movements, matching the speed of my hips, every roll forward bringing me the extra sensation of his thumb rubbing over that sensitive nub of nerve endings. 

“So close.” I whimper, fingers slightly digging into the skin of Ollie's chest, making him groan and buck his hips up to meet my movements. “Just let go.” Ollie says, putting some more pressure behind his touch on my clit and with three, four more rolls of my hips, I orgasm around him and Ollie follows after a few thrusts upwards. I lean forward, his cock still inside of me and cuddle myself on his chest while he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. 

“God, which was good.” Ollie sighs while we both rest under the night sky. Stars scatter around it while the ocean brushes over the beach in soft waves. “Glad you liked it.” I smile and settle my head a little differently on his chest, ready to catch some rest before we make our way back to the hotel and probably take a shower there. 

I love George, I truly do, but since I am pregnant, George is somehow convinced that I have transformed into the most fragile person existing. That a soft blow of wind could knock me over, that my handbag is suddenly too heavy to carry. So, he hovered. Constantly and with no exception, except for maybe while being in the car. Even during meetings, I can almost feel his eyes on me, or the ones of his PR, or his trainer, like he convinced them all to have a look at me.

Every time I just stand up to do something, George is there. Carrying a grocery bag? Well, not anymore cause George is there. Just me yawning makes him perch up and ask if I need to lie down. And with every week passing, it gets more and more, and I am ready to lose my mind about it.

“George.” I say his name, trying to get his attention, even though I just need to sigh, shift in my seat or do anything else. George looks at me, waiting for me to say something and I do, something that has been on my mind for longer now.

“I am pregnant, not ill or incompetent.” Because that's how he acts. Like I can't do anything by myself, or that I am too sick to do so. George's face softens immediately, still, there is a hint of confusion, like he can't figure out exactly what I want from him.

“I know that.” George says and I slowly shake my head. “I don't think so, you don't let me do anything by myself.” I say, like, maybe he doesn't even notice he is doing that, but George just sighs. “I just try to help.”

“I know.” I rub my temples before adding “But I can still do things.”

“Never said you couldn't."

“You act like it.”

I stand up, going to the fridge, reaching for some water, before I get a glass and want to grab that bottle again, but George has already followed me, fingers about to close around the bottle. “George.” I warn him and he freezes. “I just want to help.” He says and I huff. “It’s just a bottle of water.” But still, George insists on grabbing it.

“Stop hovering.” I blurt out and this time, George is really stopping his movements. “I am not hovering.” He says, slowly, as if it hasn't even come to his mind that he is constantly roaming around me like the moon is circling around earth. “You are!” I say sternly, gesturing to the bottle. “It is just a bottle of water, not a bag of cement.” George looks like he is considering arguing, but I have had enough.

“Go and give me some space.” I wave to the living room and for a second, George looks genuinely hurt, before muttering “Okay.” He kisses my forehead and leaves, immediately guilt washes over me. Still not enough to call him back. Maybe it will teach him a lesson.

Over the next week, George gives me exactly what I asked for. Space and letting me do tasks on my own. He still checks in, but not as frequently, he doesn't reach for everything I touch. He was really trying and it somehow makes me feel worse about snapping at him.

Then Silverstone comes and I insisted on coming, George hesitated, asked me at least six times if I really want to and I rolled my eyes at all six times. Now I wish that I had listened. Because while George is doing his media duties, I start to feel awful. Not pregnancy awful, but different.

Cold despite the sun, head pounding, muscles aching and when I try to get up to fetch some water I stumble and slightly have to hold myself up on one of the walls, hoping that nobody would notice. Unfortunately, Toto notices everything. Stopping in front of me, eyes full of worry.

“Hey, everything okay?” Toto asks and I force a smile on my lips, one that's reassuring, while still saying the truth. “I think I am getting sick.” I tell him, already feeling some nausea creep up in addition.

“Should I get George?” Toto asks, but I shake my head slowly to not trigger the dizziness. “No, he is doing media.” George is in the middle of his interviews, and I am not the one to interrupt.

“And I am sure he would like to know if his pregnant partner isn't feeling well.” Toto says and I know he is right, but there is another reason, not just his interviews, but also how I acted last week.

“I was pretty mean to him because he hovered too much.” I tell Toto with a sigh and his face softens. “Don’t worry, I am sure he knows you didn't mean to snap at him.” A humourless laugh slips over my lips. “In that moment it felt right.” And that's the truth, in that moment it felt like the best thing to do, to get it off my chest.

“And it might happen again, but he probably still wants to know if you aren't feeling well.” Toto says with a shrug, and I am sure he just says that because he has experienced it as well and with that in mind, I give him permission.

“Okay.”

Toto brings me back to one of the sofas, even gives me some water, before disappearing to get George. Him getting his driver away from the media is easier than for an assistant. It takes less than five minutes before footsteps approach and then George is kneeling in front of me.

“Toto told me you aren't feeling well.” Geroge comes straight to the point and I hum “Yeah, I don't know.” I shrug my shoulders, before trying to explain “I feel lightheaded and a bit nauseous.”

George rests the back of his hand against my forehead, expressions getting tighter. “You’re burning up.” He tells me, hand gently coming to rest on my cheek. A sigh slips over my lips, and I lean into his touch, hating to be sick and especially during his home race.

“Do you think the baby is fine?” George asks and with a gentle smile on the lips I place his hand on the bump beneath my shirt. Almost immediately, there is a kick, shortly followed by another.

“Kicking like it wants to be a footballer.” I tell George with a smile, even while feeling miserable. George laughs softly and leans forward, mumbling to our baby.

“Don’t bother your mama so much.” Another kick is the answer and I shrug my shoulders. “Guess that's a no.” George smiles, lips resting on my belly for a moment, before he looks back up at me.

“Am I allowed to take care of you?” He asks, hesitation in his voice and the question breaks my heart a little bit. Because I really convinced him he needs permission to take care of me, to help me when I feel bad, just because I wanted some of my freedom.

Lounging in bed all day is a privilege Lando and I don't get often. Either he has to go to a training session, some sponsor event or just another meeting at McLaren when it is not a race weekend or I have some work-related stuff, friend gatherings, or it is time to make some effort to catch up with our families. So, days like today are rare and honoured. No phones, locked away in the bedside table so we don't get tempted to glance at them, front doorbell turned off for no disturbance from outside and just enjoying time with each other. We slept in, had some late breakfast and then settled on the bed for some cuddling. But something isn't as relaxing as I hoped it would be. I am on my back, Lando's head resting on my stomach while my fingers play with his curls and usually, he would pass out to sleep like this easily, but not today. He is moving his head, his legs and just fidgets around instead of really resting.

“Could you stop fidgeting please?” I ask him, voice soft but with a hint of annoyance when he shifts again. This is supposed to be relaxing, but Lando is way too tense. “I…my head isn't a quiet place at the moment.” Lando sighs and lifts his head to look at me. His eyes are tired and I know the season isn't easy on him.

“You know you just need to ask.” I remind him of our deal, if he needs to get the thoughts muffled, he just has to ask.

“Can you take my mind off racing for a bit?” Lando asks, voice almost a little pleading and I already roam through my ideas while asking him, “Want a challenge?” If Lando needs to get his mind off a certain topic, I give him a sexual challenge, something where I set the rules he has to follow and because he is so eager to please, he gets some peace in his mind. "Yes, please." Lando nods, sitting up and waiting for what I come up with for him.

“Okay, how about these rules?” I begin after a short time of thinking. “Make me come three times.” I tell him and he nods, before I add “You´re not allowed to come before me.” That's usually the rule we use most of the time. He isn't allowed to come before me or before asking me for permission and I know that while he struggles with it, he loves holding back, because it keeps his mind blank. “You can use anything you want to, but what made me orgasm can't be used again.” I keep explaining and detailing this rule a little bit more “Used your fingers? Well, not allowed to touch my clit while you fuck me.” Like this, he has to either be creative or use all of his concentration on making me come while he can't yet.

“Okay.” Lando nods, teeth gnawing on his lower lip, and I can see him thinking about his options. “Need to grab anything?" I ask him because we have a decent collection of toys he might want to incorporate, but Lando just shakes his head.

“Mouth, fingers, cock. That's three things, right?” He asks me, counting the body parts on his fingers, but looks at me like he isn't sure that's the right approach for the task “Yes.” I confirm and Lando has another question for me.

“Am I allowed to use my hands to hold you after I made you come with it?” He asks and I nod slowly, smart question. “Hold yes, but not touching my breasts, my clit or any zones you know get me going.” I explain, because it would be cruel not to allow him to hold my hips during if he wants to change the angle or something. “Sounds fair.” Lando hums and then leans to the side to dim the light. He gets rid of his shirt next, simply tossing it off the bed and settles beside me on the mattress again.

“Anything else I have to keep in mind?” Lando asks and I shake my head. “Nope, make sure your mind is getting clear and you follow the rules I set.” I tell him, this isn't about him having to think about a hundred different things, but just a few tasks that don't require thinking about racing or anything around it. “You can start.” I allow him, this is his challenge and I will mainly just react to his touch instead of taking the initiative.

Lando doesn't wait any longer, simply leans over and connects our lips for a kiss, somewhat gentle, somewhat tasting like more. His hand cupping my cheek to hold me in place while his body settles over mine. I part my legs, let him slip between them and open my mouth slightly to incite his tongue inside. Lando sighs, tongue meeting mine while his finger finds the hem of my shirt. Tugging at it and slightly brushing it upwards, until I have to lift my back slightly, then my shoulders to let him slip it over my head. I wore no bra today, because there was no need to wear one while lounging in bed.

Lando's lips leave mine, taking a path down my body, along the side of my neck, gently sucking on the pulse, then down my sternum, meeting my breasts one by one. My hand slips into his hair, not guiding him, but making him aware of the fact that I could always take over control. Then Lando shuffles lower, lips tracing my belly until he meets the hem of my shorts, tongue tracing along the edge while his fingers hook into it. Slowly pulling shorts and panties down to throw them beside the bed. Lando quickly gets rid of his own shorts and boxers as well, before settling between my legs again.

Lying down on his stomach, his hands come to a rest on my inner thighs where he spreads me open. Lando looks at me and waits until I give him a nod, before he lowers his head. Lips gently meeting inner thigh, pressing a few kisses onto it, before he surprisingly nips at the skin, making me yelp and glare at him. Lando just grins up at me, no regret on his face and then he soothingly licks over the irritated skin. I huff and close my eyes, head leaning back while I concentrate on his touch.

Tongue slipping between my folds, licking a bold strip from my entrance to my clit with a flat tongue draws the first sigh over my lips. Lando holds me open with his hands while he eats me out. Lapping up my juices and tracing paintings on my clit.

“Just like that.” I praise Lando, slightly holding his head down with my hand and he follows, keeping his head buried between my thighs. Feeling his fingers twitch on my skin I know he struggles to keep them there, but if he wants to use them for my pleasure after his tongue, he has to keep them there. He digs his fingers a little deeper into my thighs while focusing on my clit. Lips closing around it, softly sucking the pearl into his mouth to tap his tongue against it. “Fuck Lando.” I whimper, trying to tilt my hip to meet his tongue even more, but he presses me down, savouring my taste with every stroke of his tongue. When he grazes his teeth carefully over the nerve bundle, the orgasm crashes down on me. Making my toes curl with the sudden force while Lando keeps lapping me through my orgasm. Until I tug on his curls, getting him away from my clit. His chin is glistening with my slick and he grins at me while whispering, “Number one.”

Lando changes his position a little bit, settling beside me instead of between my legs and I watch him, how he licks his lips clean, fingers coming to rest on my lower stomach. I can see his hard cock, aching to be touched, but he wanted to save it for last. Well, if it goes according to his plan.

Lando changes my position as well, bending my leg and setting my feet apart so that he has easy access. He doesn't wait any longer after that, separating two fingers to meet my slick clit. I whimper at the first contact, still a bit sensitive from the first high, but I gave Lando this challenge, because I know I can take it. His fingertips take some testing strokes before he changes the angle slightly, fingers fully brushing through my folds to coat them with my wetness. Fingertips setting at my entrance and I tilt my hips slightly to make them glide in easier. He doesn't have any struggles to settle them inside of me, easily burying them deeply inside of me, making me sigh.

“You love my fingers, don't you?” Lando mumbles, slowly finding a rhythm to move his fingers, curling them slightly to let them brush over that spongy spot inside of me. And while Lando is focused on the movement of his fingers, eyes focused on them disappearing inside of me, his thumb joining them by playing with my clit, I sneak my hand over to his cock, fingers wrapping around it, making Lando shriek and he tries to shuffle back, but I have a firm hold of him.

“Hey, that's not part of the plan.” He whines, stops the movements of his fingers and looks at me with a pout. “Never said I am going to play fair.” I grin at him, thumb brushing a bead of precum away from his tip, making a shudder go through his body. “Better make me come quickly.” I tell him, because the quicker he gets that second orgasm out of me, the quicker he can fuck me to the third.

Lando mumbles something about me being unfair under his breath but gets back to work again. Now letting three fingers slip inside of me, stretching me softly and his thumb is pressing down on my clit. Finding a rhythm which gets the most reaction out of me, soft sighs, hip moving against his hand and then he just keeps going. My hand has a lazy rhythm on his cock, I don't want to fully stimulate him, just tease a little bit. Lando now uses his second hand as well. Cupping one of my breasts, massaging it and then he plays with my nipple.

I arch my back to get more of his touch, clenching around his fingers while doing so, eyes fluttering close, no longer able to watch. Lando curls his fingers again, brushing against that spot that makes me high on lust and continues to stimulate it over and over again. The combination of his fingers inside of me, his thumb on my clit and then a gentle tug on my nipple makes me orgasm for the second time. Clenching around his fingers, his name stumbling over my lips as a moan and my body arching into his touch for more.

“Two.” Lando says, voice low and I look at him with hooded eyes. He changes his position again, sitting with his back against the headboard, then he pats his thighs, inviting me to straddle him. I do, straddling his lap, hovering over his cock, before sinking down on it easily. Still clenching from that second orgasm my pussy sucks him in, making Lando groan loudly. I know he is struggling right now, but he can do it. Lando takes a few seconds, a few deep breaths, then his hands take a tight grip on my hips. He starts to lift me slightly, before pulling me down again, fucking me on his cock and trying to let my clit grind on his pubic bone. I wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself steady and I help him a little bit with moving my hips, but at the same time try to let him do the work.

Lando's lips brush over my neck and just when he wants to suck on it, I curl my fingers into his hair and harshly pull his head back. “Your mouth is no longer allowed.” I remind him of the rules, holding his head in that leaned back position for a bit longer, before slowly letting go of him again. He was so lost in pleasure that he forgot it, but that's okay, it was his first breach of the rules.

He does his best, fucks me on his cock, lets my pleasure build up by making sure my clit gets some additional stimulation, but I can feel him twitch inside of me and hear how he takes deep breaths to compose himself. “You can do it.” I gently tell him that I believe that he can nail this challenge “I…” Lando almost whimpers and I can see his brows furrow in concentration. “Shh, you´re doing good.” I praise him, thumb brushing over the crease between his eyebrows in an attempt to calm him. Still, his fingers are harshly curled into my hips and because he has been a good boy I decide to help him out.

My own hand wanders between our bodies, brushing over his lower belly in the process and he lets his eyes flutter open, looking where my hand just dips between us to play with my clit. “Thank you.” Lando whispers and takes up some force behind his thrusts. Pushing me harder down and I moan at the intrusion, not having to play much with my clit before I orgasm around Lando, giving him the permission to come as well.

He moans my name, deeply burying himself inside of me while his cum is filling me up. Lando bucks his hips against mine a couple of times, before he rests his head against my shoulder with a tired sigh.

Today is Valentine’s Day and to make the day even more special it is Oscars and mine first one we would spend as a couple. I was never the one to really celebrate Valentines, feeling like it is more of a commercial thing, but Oscar insisted on doing something together and getting each other something small. Nothing cliche he said with a grin and added that I shouldn't expect red roses from him. And I said yes, because in the end, we could also call it a special date night. So, I sat myself down and started planning. Deciding that eating out would be boring and expected for a couple to do and so I picked out some meals for that evening. Oscar would be at McLaren over the day, so enough time for me to prepare. Settling for dinner with dessert and then I only had to figure out the gift. Something small but with a meaning. In the end I found something and ordered it.

Right now, I am waiting for Oscar to return. The apartment is decorated with some candles, some petals leading from the hallway to the dining room/kitchen. Nothing over the top, but still, something cute. Oscar's gift is neatly wrapped and set aside for me to grab. My fingertips play with the hem of my dress, and I hope Oscar will like it because he always says my eyes look good with that colour. Just when I put on some soft music in the background, I hear the key being turned and the front door opening.

A smile appears on my lips when Oscar steps through the door, his lips curling up as well.

“Happy Valentines.” Oscar wishes me and closes the distance between us. “Happy Valentines.” I say as well and lean up for a soft kiss. His lips warm on mine and I could spend all my night like this, but there is food in the oven waiting to be served.

“What’s all of this?” Oscar asks, eyes flickering around, but still that soft smile on his lips. “I thought we would spend the evening in, have something to eat, exchange some kisses…” I trail off, because those kisses are definitely part of the evening. “I love it.” Oscar says honestly, before fumbling for his phone.

“Let me just make a call.” He says and then I realise I wasn't the only one planning something for today. Immediately, some guilt settles in my chest. “You planned something as well?” I ask Oscar, but he just brushes it off. “Yeah, but I like yours more.” He promises and leans over to give me another kiss, before making a call, probably cancelling his reservation.

I plate the food in the meantime and when Oscar returns, he has put on a neat button-down shirt to match my dressed-up state a bit better. We eat together, talk about all and nothing, laugh and share some first kisses. After the dessert is empty, Oscar sighs and leans back.

“It was delicious.” He says and I feel myself blush “Glad you like it.” I mutter, eyes locking everywhere but at him. Compliments are still something I struggle with to handle, but Oscar has made it his mission to make me comfortable with it.

“I have something for you.” I quickly changed the topic to the next part of the evening, standing up to get the packet from the kitchen cabinet. “I thought the dinner was for me.” Oscar says confusion in his voice, and I laugh softly “That was for us.” Of course, dinner could have been my gift as well, but I wanted to give him something he could keep for longer than a memory.

Oscar opens up the gift, lifting the box to reveal a bracelet. It is braided and the colours show off Oscars and my eyes' colour, bleeding into each other. It's something simple but still is some symbol for us. Oscar thanks me with this gentle smile again and then asks me to put it on his wrist. It easily fits him and Oscar gives me a kiss on the cheek, before standing up himself.

“My turn.” He announces and gets something. It's a long box and I curiously grab it, just for Oscar to stop me gently. “If you don't like it, just tell me, but I thought it might be a good idea.” He explains, something nervous in his voice and I gently smile at him.

“Don’t worry, I am sure it's a great gift.” I reassure him, because whatever Oscar has got me, he definitely put some thought into it and that's what counts. I open the wrap and lift the top of the box, but then my eyes just widen, mouth opening slightly and I can just blink.

“Is that…?” I whisper, eyes flickering from Oscar to that flesh-coloured silicon cock in the box that looks so familiar. “An exact replica of my cock.” Oscar confirms my suspicion, because that was my first thought. That it looks like his cock

“It looks so real.” I mumble, lifting it out of the box and Oscar is right when he says exact replica. Because it has that familiar prominent vein running at the underside of it and the slight crook just before the tip and length and girth seem to be the same as well.

“You like it?” Oscar asks me while I still inspect this very special dildo. Feeling it with my fingers, mind already imagining what to do with it. “I have to test it out for that.” I tell Oscar with a grin, because just looking like Oscar's cock, doesn't mean that it is a good toy. Not that any toy could replace him anyway.

“Well, I have a plan for that.” Oscar says and I just nod “Of course you do.” Of course, Oscar has planned something with that new toy already, probably fantasising about it since he got that thing made.

“Double penetration?” Oscar offers and I look at him with wide eyes. “We talked about it and I thought it would be nice filling you up with my cock two times.” He explains and I still remember that conversation. We both weren't comfortable with adding another person to the mix and it looks like Oscar took the matter into his own hands to find a way for us to try this out.

“Let’s try this.” I say, mind already wandering to what we are about to do. We wander to the bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest. Somewhat nervous, somewhat excited. Oscar follows me closely, the dildo in his hand and when he reaches the bedroom, he places it on the bed before looking at me. He reaches our fingertips, hooking under the straps of my dress, slowly letting them fall down. Then he walks around me, opening up the zipper to make it pool around my ankles.

Oscar helps me step out of it, eyes roaming over my body and I start to work as well. Fingers slowly opening button by button, starting at the top, making my way to the bottom. Revealing his chest, his belly and then I can push the shirt off his shoulders. I can see the bulge already forming in his trousers and wrap my arms around him, lean against his body for a moment.

Oscar leans his head on top of mine, his hand wandering up my back to open up my bra and when we part again, it just slips to the ground. Oscar shuffles out of his trousers, and I get rid of my panties before settling on the bed. “Lie on your stomach and put that under your hips.” Oscar instructs me and hands me a small pillow. I nod and do as he says, lying down on my stomach, propping up my ass with the pillow while Oscar rummages in the nightstand, getting some lube and then sits down beside me.

“I am going to prep you.” Oscar says, opening the lube and I lean my head on my arms, trying to look back, but Oscar is out of my sight. I hear the squirt of the lube and then he shifts. Hands gently parting my cheeks and then two fingers meet my tight hole, making me gasp slightly. Oscar takes his time, finger circling the tight muscle, rubbing the lube in, getting me used to the feeling.

He starts to push one finger in, slowly, letting me adjust and I moan at it. It doesn't take long before Oscar adds the second finger, scissoring them to prepare me for what is coming. He is patient, takes his time and wants me to be ready. The third finger pushing it makes me push back against his fingers and I can hear him chuckle.

“I think you are ready.” Oscar says and pulls his fingers out, making me whine at the loss of being filled. “Go on all fours.” He instructs me and I follow, getting myself on my hands and knees. Oscar grabs the dildo, squirts some lube onto it and then his free hand pulls my cheek to the side again.

“And relax.” Oscar mutters and I fully make myself ready for the intrusion from behind when the cool tip is suddenly at my pussy, Oscar pushing the silicon in like it is his own cock. “Fuck.” I moan, feeling my pussy clench around the replica of Oscar. I push back and Oscar lets me, moving the dildo, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it with the thrusts. Getting lost in sensation, I almost forget what we wanted to do originally. Oscar gives me some more good thrust with the dildo before pulling it out. This time setting the wet tip against my ass.

“Going to push it in now.” Oscar announces and I take a deep breath, the tip slowly entering my tight hole. I try to relax while Oscar pushes the dildo in bit by bit, which slides in surprisingly easily. He takes his time, letting me adjust to it and only pushes further when my body is relaxed until it is fully inside of me. I can feel it stretching me in a way I never felt before.

“Okay?” Oscar asks me and I hum “Yeah, feels good.” I tell him, feel his thumb brush over my hip. He then asks me, “Spread your legs a little more.” and I do. Opening my legs a bit wider and he takes a seat between them. “Just like that.” Oscar praises me and I hear the lube again. His tip meets my wet entrance and I clench in anticipation.

“And breathe out.” Oscar says and I do, at the same time he pushes in, almost painfully slow and I feel like passing out for a moment. “Oh my…” I whimper, fingers clenching into the mattress under me and I feel Oscar's hand holding onto my hips tighter while he sinks his cock into my pussy. Then he is fully inside, my body still trying to understand what is happening.

“Feeling, okay?” Oscar tries to figure out if I am still fine again and I can't do anything but whimper “Please move.” And Oscar does. Hips picking up a rhythm, pulling his cock out, before pushing it deeply inside again. His pelvic moves the toy with every thrust because it brushes against it, stimulating me with both cocks.

“I feel myself rubbing against the toy.” Oscar groans and I can't do anything but moan “I feel so full.” Pussy stretched around his actual cock, ass filled by the replica.

The bedroom is filled with the wet sounds of our bodies pushing against each other. His cock leaving my pussy, before he thrusts it in again. Moans and groans filling the air, fingers curling into the mattress and skin underneath them all, while the pleasure builds higher and higher.

Oscar's hand slips between my wet legs, easily finding my clit and I moan his name. “Oscar.” It sounds obscene how I whine and moan at the stimulation, clit almost hurting good under his touch while he toys with the little nub. Rubbing it, pinching the skin, all while he keeps fucking into me. My arms almost give out under me, but I try to keep myself up, knowing the high is close.

The skin between my legs gets wetter and wetter, a mix of my slick, Oscar's precum and the lube dripping down, making the thrusts glide with ease. Then the orgasm hits me, making me clench around his cock and the dildo, arms giving in, dampening my screams of Oscar's name in the mattress while he keeps going for some more thrusts. Dragging his cock through my convulsing walls, before he paints them with his cum. Oscar's groan sounds so hot, I keep clenching around him until the waves of the orgasm get less.

Oscar shifts our bodies, lets us lie on the side while trying to catch our breath. He pulls out his softened cock, before carefully taking the dildo, pulling it out as well. All of the sudden I feel way too empty, no longer stretched on two of Oscar's cocks, but still, I am deeply satisfied. Between my legs is a pool of wetness, but neither of us is ready to move.

Summer breaks mean not only having Max all for myself but also lounging on the yacht for countless hours. Sometimes with friends, but sometimes just the two of us and on days like today, even with no crew. When we are a bigger group, we like to bring some staff members to keep everyone satisfied, but when it is just the two of us, we don’t need the big fuss. We settled in the middle of nowhere today, with only the ocean around us and the soft summer breeze.

Currently I am lounging on the deck, and Max fetches some water from under the deck. The sun is hot on my skin, but right now I decide to stay right in the rays and go into the shadows at a later point in the day, not wanting to get burned.

“Enjoying yourself?” Max asks me and I blink up at him, shielding my eyes with my hand and gladly taking the cold water he hands me. “Yeah.” I hum, because today is perfect. No work, nothing about racing and just the two of us having nothing else to do except for spending time with each other. We stay beside each other for a while, sipping down the drinks and then I set my glass to the side, turning onto my stomach instead.

“Want me to apply some sunscreen to your back?” Max asks me and already leans over to grab the bottle before I can even answer him. “Yes please.” I say nevertheless and rest my head on my crossed arms, offering Max a smile which he returns. He puts some sunscreen on his hand before gently starting to apply it to my skin. Rubbing it over my shoulders, down my back, under the string of my bikini top and down to my lower back.

Then he slips his fingers under the hem of my bikini bottoms, letting them snap against my skin playfully. “Max!” I scold him, but the grin on his face shows me that he knows exactly that I don’t mind his behaviour. Still, I try to squint my eyes at him while he just finishes off the back of my legs with some more sunscreen, protecting my skin at least a little bit. Then he settles beside me again, one hand propping up his head, his eyes wandering over me while his other hand starts to play with the strings of my bikini.

“So, we are alone on this yacht, in the middle of nowhere…” Max says, letting his voice trail off, letting the corner of my lip twitch upwards because I know exactly what he wants. “What do you have in mind?” I ask him and a smirk appears on his lips. “Nothing appropriated." Max just hums, eyes trailing over my body again and now I can’t stop the smile anymore. I lift my head, body lifting while leaning on my elbows and fully looking at Max's face now. “Tell me more.” I mumble, loving this suggestive conversation and Max is fully into it as well.

“There are a lot of places where we could fuck here.” He starts and I nod along, because it is true, there are many places where we could have sex on this yacht, it is enormous. “In the whirlpool.” Max offers one place, fingers undoing the strings of my bikini top, letting it pool under my body. “Right here on the deck.” Max keeps going, hand wandering lower to open the bottom ones as well, while his eyes stay firmly on my face. “Classic in the bed.” He adds one more place, a more “boring” one, but it still sends a shiver down my spine.

“But I have a preferred place I want to try first.” Max says, voice hushed like someone else could hear us and he wants to stop them from eavesdropping, while his hand finds the inside of my thigh. “Tell me about it.” I breathe out, eyes almost fluttering closed when his fingertips tease the sensitive skin on my thigh.

Max leans over, lips brushing my ear while he says “You, bend over the railing, holding onto it while I fuck you.” The image is appearing in my mind instantly and I press my legs together at the thought, trapping Max hand between them. I hear a soft huffed laugh slip over his lips at my reaction, before I look at him.

“Let’s do this.” I give him consent to his idea and Max hops to his feet to offer me his hand. Taking it while standing up and like this I am naked in front of me, bikini bottoms slipping off, joining the top on the ground. Max shuffles himself out of his swim shorts, cock already hard, before he leads me to one of the railings of the yacht.

He places my hands on the railing before his hands grab my hips. Leading me backwards a bit so that I am slightly leaning forward, and then his foot nudges mine apart, letting me step shoulder wide. Eyes on the ocean while Max is touching me. Hands roaming over my back, to my front, hands cupping my breasts for a moment, palms rubbing over my nipples, enjoying the first sound he draws over my lips.

Then one of his hands settles on my hip the other grabbing his cock. He leads it to my entrance, tip dipping into the wetness of my entrance, before brushing it through my folds, rubbing it through them to wet his cock while his tip nudges against my clit. I moan at the stimulation, eyes fluttering close when Max finally thrusts into me with a deep sigh. Filling me up completely while the ocean breeze picks up slightly, like it wants to keep us cool.

His hands settle at my hips again to hold me in place while he starts a rhythm. My fingers curl tighter around the railing while my body moves to his thrusts. Breasts moving back and forth, which seems to catch the attention of Max. His hands brushing over my lower abdomen and upwards, shoving me a step forward with his next thrust, making me yelp and straighten my back. But Max just keeps going, his hands wandering higher until they cover my breasts, his thrusts more of a grinding now while I hold onto the railing to keep myself upwards.

“On display for everyone to see.” Max mumbles, like he is presenting me to an audience right now. One of his hands dipping lower, settling between my thighs to find my clit. Fingertips rubbing over it, his hips grinding into me and his second hand playing with my nipples.

“Fuck, Max.” I manage to say with something between a whimper and a moan, legs barely holding me up while they start to shake with pleasure. I lean my head back, resting it against Max's shoulder. “Going to come?” Max asks, knowing exactly that my clenching around his cock means that I am more than close. Still, I nod at his words, trying to brace myself because I don’t want my knees to buckle under me.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” Max promises, wraps the arm which isn’t playing with my clit around my waist and then manages to pick up the force behind his thrusts. Pushing me against his cock, pulling me off it, all while his fingertips keep toying with my clit. I moan under his touch, one hand letting go of the railing to hold onto his arm instead and then I come around him. Fingernails digging into his skin, while he thrusts into me a couple of times before deeply spilling his cum inside of me.

Going to my first race weekend after being absent for longer always means catching up with the people around. Friends made over the countless weeks and months abroad, a mix of other drivers’ girlfriends, people from different teams and those who might be guests of Ollie as well. All the people I like to see, and we usually watch the races together. Right now, we are talking about our plans for the long summer break. Some speak about yachts, some about luxury trips, others something lowkey with the family and then it is my turn.

“Yeah, Ollie and I aren’t really sure where to spend the break yet.” I say, which is the truth, definitely something with the family, but also something relaxing with just the two of us. We talked about some things, but haven’t really decided yet. Maybe I will take some inspiration from what everyone just told me.

“Sorry guys, need to steal her for a second.” Ollie chimes in and, without any warning, just throws me over his shoulder, hips bending there and being held by the legs as support and to keep my dress from riding up. “Ollie!” I squeak, hands searching for support on his back, but Ollie just starts walking while our friends laugh loudly at me being kidnapped by him. Cameras are pointed at us, and I already know that this moment is going to be all over social media in no time.

“Don’t you think that’s too obvious?” I ask Ollie while he makes his way through the paddock, straight to the Haas building. When we agreed on the free use I didn’t think he would make it this obvious by just grabbing me like that. Of course, they don’t know why he did that, but some people are pretty good at putting on and one together if we leave this building a little…hot later.

“All they see is a boyfriend who wants attention from his girl.” Ollie is grinning, I know it, even waves at a few people while entering the designated building of Haas, while I can’t do anything but hang off his shoulder. Then, when we are just before his driver’s room, he adds, “And I need to be buried inside of you right now.” His teeth nip my leg through the fabric of the dress, but I squeak anyway, luckily no one is here to see it.

Ollie enters his room, closing the door behind us and locking it, before finally letting me back to my feet. My head is feeling warm my all the blood which has flown into it, but I don’t get much time to recover before Ollie's hands are back on me again. Hands grab the naked back of my thighs under my dress and then he just lifts me up again, backing me against the wall, lips crashing down on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck for support and to pull him closer while keep kissing him. Tongue meeting his to a dance that has nothing sweet in it.

Ollie pulls his head back slightly, lips finding my neck instead and I let him graze his teeth over my pulse, making me gasp. My fingers hold onto the back of his neck, trying to keep his mouth exactly where it is and Ollie lets me guide his head where I want it to be while he starts to grind his clothed cock against my pussy.

“Oh, Ollie.” I moan louder than I intended it to be and bite my lower lip to muffle the next sounds. “Quiet baby or the others will hear.” Ollie mumbles but keeps rubbing himself over my clothed clit. I lean my head against the wall, tilting my hip to get the stimulation at a better angle, but then Ollie just stops and I glare at him.

“Hold yourself up.” Ollie instructs me and waits until I have wrapped my legs around him before he lets go of my thighs. Fingers fumbling with the belt of his trousers and then shoving them down slightly, followed by his boxers, to free his hard cock. One hand comes to rest under my thigh again, the other finds my panties and then Ollie just grins at me. “So wet and I barely touched you.” But he doesn’t give me any time to say something back, simply pulls my panties to the side, before setting his cock at my entrance. Slowly filling me up, pinning me to the wall with his body.

I sigh at the stretch, nothing hurtful but familiar and then Olli starts to thrust.

Holding me up by my thighs while his cock reaches the deepest parts of me. There is this dull sound of my back being pushed against the wall over and over again and if Esteban is in his room, he might know what we are up to, but we stopped caring about that a long time ago. Still, other sounds are limited, moans muffled by each other’s lips, groans spilled into my neck and whimpers stopped by biting down on my lips until I draw blood sometimes.

Over and over again, Ollie pushes his cock inside me, making me draw him closer with my legs. “Taking me so well.” He praises me softly and I press my nails into his neck in return. Ollie hoists me up a bit higher, changing the angle of his cock and my eyes roll back in pleasure. Right there. I think and clench around Ollie, drawing a strangled sound over his lips. My orgasm crashes down in waves and after a few deep thrusts, Ollie spills inside of me. He gently moves his hips further, riding out the high, before carefully setting my feet back down.

When Oscar's car crashed into the barrier today, my heart nearly stopped. The defeating crunch of the gravel trying to slow down his car and then the impact. A dull sound and then for a second just silence. I know it didn't take long for Oscar to move or give a clipped “I´m fine” to his engineer and everyone else in the team to hear, but still I worried. When he stepped out of his car Oscar was limping and was escorted straight to the medical centre.

Together with Oscar's trainer, I made my way over to the medical centre, heart beating way too fast, but at least I knew he was awake and mostly fine. I hugged him, scolded him for being so reckless and then we waited for the doctors to finish their check-ups. X-raying his side for possible fractures of his ribs, making an ultrasound because of some discomfort in his leg to make sure the muscle hasn't ripped. In the end, Oscar is fine but still sent to rest as much as possible. No training for a few days and luckily, there is a break before the next race so he can actually rest. We decided to stay in the hotel for a night longer, making sure Oscar can get a proper night of rest before travelling home.

To make the best out of it we ordered food and now are spread out on the bed, full of dessert and a movie running in the background. Oscar softly says my name and I look at him. He tips his finger against his lips and then pouts, making me laugh. That's his way of asking for a kiss and I give him it does look cute. I close the distance between us and place my lips on his for a soft kiss, tasting the chocolate of the dessert on them and sigh. When I try to pull away Oscar stops me, hand holding me on my neck and pulling me closer to deepen the kiss. “Osc.” I try to say, lips pulling away from him, but Oscar simply connects his lips to my neck, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin there while he tries to get the upper hand by pushing me on my back.

“Oscar!” I scold him, manage to pull back and he blinks up at me. “What?” He asks, an innocent expression on his face, but I see right through it. Oscar knows exactly that he isn't supposed to turn and twist his body so much.

“Stop it, you´re not supposed to move that much.” I remind him of what the doctor said and can hear him sigh “But I need you close.” Oscar states and I look at him with squinted eyes. Usually Oscar isn't so needy, he easily goes some time without sex, but it looks like he has other things on his mind, no matter what the doctor said. I think about a solution, a blowjob might still get him to move too much, but there is something else I could try.

“Let's make a deal.” I offer him and immediately, there is a grin on his lips. “I am all ears.”

“I will sit on your cock, but you aren’t allowed to fuck me.” I tell him and immediately the smile is swapped with a frown, “That doesn't sound fun.” Offering cockwarming for him is something that never really came to my mind, but he just said he wanted me close and that's the best thing I am about to offer him.

“You wanted me close, no one said anything about sex.” I grin and Oscar just groans, hands covering his face. “You´re evil.” He mutters and I just keep grinning. “You want to be close to me or not?” I ask him and Oscar seems to consider his options for a moment before huffing “Fine.”

He sits up, leaning his back against the headboard, a position where he is supported by the bed, before shuffling himself out of his jogging pants, boxers and tossing his shirt to the side. I simply get rid of my panties, already dressed in just Oscar’s shirt to sleep and straddle his thighs. Oscar watches me while I wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a few testing strokes to make it fully hard.

Then I turn around, leaning back against Oscar's chest before I sink down on his cock, taking him fully. I can feel how Oscar holds back from thrusting upwards and allow him to wrap his arms around and rest his head on my shoulder. My eyes try to focus on the movie playing while I can feel his hot cock inside of me. Okay, maybe this is going to be harder than I thought it would be.

Oscar tries, he really tries to hold still, but then he starts to fidget. Hips moving just slightly and his hands start to wander. Fingertips searching for my clit and as good as his touch feels, I wrap my hand around his wrist to pull his hand away.

“Stay still the doctor said you need to rest.” I remind him while fighting against the urge to move myself. “It's hard.” Oscar huffs, forehead resting against my shoulder, before he takes a deep breath. And I feel the same, I just don't tell him that. Feeling him twitch so deeply inside of me makes the urge to move more and more, but I told him to hold still and so need I. But maybe we can figure something out?

“If you are behaving, I might let you come.” I offer him, because I am pretty sure I need an orgasm as well. Oscar sighs behind me but doesn't move. Let’s his hands rest beside his legs and doesn't shift his hips. I make it around ten minutes before I can’t take it anymore. Lifting my hips to get off Oscar makes him whimper and I quickly turn around.

“Such a good boy.” I praise him and kiss his lips softly while straddling his hips again. Positioning myself over his cock to sink down again, sighting at the familiar feeling of being filled up by him. “Give me your hands.” I instruct Oscar, hoping that holding his hands will stop him from holding onto my hips to fuck me himself. Like this, I am in control and can ride him carefully. Slow movements, more of a grinding, but it is enough. Taking us higher and higher until I orgasm around him and he spills his cum inside.

Friday night and for once, Lando isn't away for a race weekend, but instead home with me. Well, he should be home with me, but at the moment he's out of the apartment. “Getting something” like he cryptically said when he left half an hour ago and that could mean anything. Take out, flowers as an apology because he did something, secretly snack on ice cream or just take one of his cars for a ride. I don't know and sometimes he doesn't even tell me when he comes back from his little trip. But I don't mind. He gets things to do secretly as much as I do and to be honest, he will be photographed during it anyway. It takes ten more minutes for Lando to return, and I look up when he enters the living room.

Just when I want to greet him, he speaks up. “You, me bedroom.” Lando demands and I quirk my eyebrow at him. “Bossy much?” I ask him with a huff, but already know this can only mean one thing, heart starting to beat with anticipation. “I have planned something.” Lando confirms my suspicion and with a grin, I come to my feet.

“I am all yours.” I promise him and Lando grins back at me. Lando sometimes takes inspiration for something new to try in the bedroom, a toy, a position, or sometimes something kinkier. He reads about it online or just browses sex shops and orders a bunch of stuff. Nevertheless, most of the time it ends in a pleasurable experience and just sometimes fails, but we usually laugh about those parts.

We enter the bedroom and Lando nods to the bed where I take a seat and look at him to explain what we are about to try out. Lando reaches into his pocket, pulling out two little packages, one is flat and the other is a little box. “A gift?” I ask him playfully, because the flat one could be lingerie, but the other one I have no clue. We tried nipple clamps once, which were equally small, but I can't think of anything else. “Something like that.” Lando says, telling me nothing, but handing over the two packages.

I open up the little box first, lifting the lid to reveal two little buds and I take them into my fingers. “Earplugs.” I realise and look up at Lando, and he nods to the second package, making me rip it open, being met with a bit of silk. “And a blindfold.” I add, before my mind quickly comes to a conclusion, what we are about to try.

“You want to take away my senses.” I say a voice somewhere between anticipation and a slight shock. That would mean trusting him so much, not being able to hear him fully, not being able to see what he is doing. I do trust Lando, hell, he tried so many things with me already, but this is something else.

“I want you to focus on my touch.” Lando mumbles, before he sits down beside me on the bed, lips brushing over my cheek. His fingers take the earplugs into his fingers, rolling them between his tips. “You will still be able to hear me, but much less.” Lando explains that there still will be a damp sound left and that makes me slightly more comfortable with the situation. Not being completely in the dark and not being able to hear, but at least having bits of his voice as comfort.

“Are you comfortable with it?” Lando asks me and I don't hesitate much longer, but nod at his question, making Lando tsk. “Verbal consent, you know how this works.” He reminds me of one of our rules. Consent is only given if it is verbal and it can be taken away at any second. "Yes, I want to try." I confirm his question, this time correctly and Lando smiles at me.

“Let's get undressed then.” Carefully Lando helps me to shuffle out of my clothes, letting them pool at the end of the bed. Then he positions me in the middle of the mattress, letting me lie down comfortably, before reaching for our two items of the night.

“Let me help you.” Lando mumbles and then carefully stuffs the earplugs into my ears, muffling the sounds significantly. I blink at him for one last time, see a little smirk on his lips before he secures the blindfold around my head, making sure no light is coming through.

I try to relax, but my body is trying to heighten my senses. Ears desperately trying to make out if Lando is saying something, if he does something or anything else that might be happening. But everything is so muffled. I can't hear Lando's breathing as usual, which is a comforting sound, something grounding, but instead I can hear my own heartbeat picking up its pace. The only thing I can do is feel. How Lando is moving on the mattress, how he slightly positions himself differently and maybe drops his clothes?

The first touch of Lando makes me flinch, his hand slightly pulling back while I can feel the mattress shift. Then his lips are close to my ear. “Relax.” Lando's voice is muffled but still helps me to calm down and I try to follow his instructions. Take a deep breath and relax my body along with my racing heart. Lando's lips brush over my cheek and then he shifts back again, one hand resting on my ribcage and I try to concentrate myself on his touch instead of what I would usually do. Watch him, listen to his soft voice and instead just let myself feel his fingers. How the tips caress my skin, making my breath hitch in my throat.

I am sure Lando is smirking at my reactions, body leaning into his touch while he keeps going. Fingertips drawing traces around my breasts, thumb rubbing over my collarbone before he tugs on one of my nipples, making me arch my back. His touches feel more intense, my body trying to compensate for the missing senses. Then his lips join his fingers.

Follow the traces his fingers tug. Over my ribs, around my breasts, peppering kisses around them, tongue wetting my collarbone, before blowing air on it, sending a shiver down my spine, before his lips wrap around my nipple to give it a soft suck. My fingers get tangled in his hair automatically, tugging at his curls and pushing his mouth against my skin, but Lando still manages to pull back. Hands catching my wrists before he pins them over my head.

“Keep them there.” Lando instructs me, lips tracing my ear and a frustrated sound slips over my lips. Being like this is already a challenge but not being allowed to touch him is adding something harder to it. I would like to touch him, guide him and just make sure to keep myself knowing where he is right now. But I try to obey, fingers digging into the pillow over my head to help me keep them there and then Lando continues.

Lips taking their way down my sternum, over my belly button, and down to my pelvic bone. I spread my legs for him and can feel the vibrations of his lips against my skin when he laughs at my eager behaviour. He props my legs up slightly and then I can feel the mattress dip between my legs. His hand grabs one of my ankles to place it over his shoulders and then pushes the other thigh to the side, opening me up for him. His touch feels hot on my skin and then his mouth dives back in.

Lips kissing my labia, before his tongue pries me open bit by bit. Taking his time from my entrance to my clit with one long and slow stroke. My hips buck against his face and my fingers dig deeper into the pillow. God, this feels so intense. Lando holds me down easily, tongue starting to trace a pattern into my clit and I just let the moans spill over my lips. They sound so loud in my own ears, and I know Lando loves it. He licks up my juices from my entrance, tongue fucking me slightly, making my need for more rise. When he sucks on my clit, I can't hold myself back anymore. Back arching and one hand burying in his curls to keep him exactly where he is.

At first Lando follows, tongue brushing over my clit over and over again, but just when I feel like tipping over, he pulls his head back. “Lando please.” I whine, sounding pathetic, but the throb between my legs was so close to turning into an orgasm that I need to blink away some tears. “Patience my love.” Lando whispers, wet lips against my cheeks and I can feel his leaking cock brush over my leg. I try to wriggle myself to get his cock closer to my pussy but can hear Lando's muffled laugh. And before I can even think about it, his hands grab my hips and I am on my stomach. The surprised squeak barely leaves my lips while Lando pulls me into position, ass up, head down in the pillows and while I still adjust to it, he pushes his cock inside.

Stretching me open bit by bit, slowly sinking inside until he is fully buried. I feel myself clench around him, finally being full and I sigh while I get used to the feeling. Lando brushes his fingers over my hips, offering me a comforting touch, before he grips them to hold me in place. Moving his own hips to pick up a rhythm. His cock slid in and out of me with ease. Instead of the usual sound of skin hitting skin, the wet sound of his cock entering me over and over again I only have the feeling. How his tip reaches the deepest parts in me, before he lets me feel empty for a moment and then fills me up again.

I barely hear Landos moans, but my own whimpers are loud in my ears, making it feel like I am just fantasising about being fucked by Lando. Like this is a good imagination. But it feels way too real and good for that. Lando fucking his cock into me, his grip on my hips. I orgasm around him with a surprised moan, because I didn't feel it coming so quickly. Instead of approaching me in gentle waves, the orgasm crashed over me suddenly and I whimper Landos' name into the pillow under me while he fucks me through. His own orgasm following shortly, filling me up with his cum, what he loves to do.

Slowly Lando pulls out, helps me sit up and I frown when I can feel his cum leak out of me, something I usually don't feel so intensely, and I am not sure if I like it. Lando opens the blindfold, letting me blink against the light and meet his smiling face. Then he pulls out the earplugs, making me realise how much sound they muffled. His painting breaths, the soft music he put on at one point and the rain which has started to fall outside.

I click my earring close, before I take a look into my mirror. Perfect, I deem my outfit as, eyes lingering on the glittering dress that would be perfect in the club lights, reflecting them and make me sparkle. Tugging the dress a little so that it sits perfectly before I step out of the bathroom, the click of my heels turning Max attentions to me. He has finished dressing some time ago, something simple and nothing over the top, just like Max likes to dress. His eyes linger on me for a moment and while I await a compliment from him his yaw goes slack. 

“You’re not going out in that outfit.” Max says voice controlled but a hint of anger flickering under it. I don't notice, just pout, because I think he doesn't want me to go out like this because he would be jealous of other people seeing me like that. 

“But Max, I love that dress.” I hum, taking a little twirl in front of him, making the hem around my thighs float lightly. This dress is perfect for a club night, and I don't see the issue Max has with it. “And I ask you to change.” Max crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks at me challenging, his expression clear. Go and change that dress right now into something more modest, but I don't have it. I chose this dress for a reason, and he can't get me to change into a different one. 

“We don't have time for that.” I just tell him, grabbing my purse from the dresser. Max squints his eyes at me and for a second it looks like he is about to protest another time, before a neutral expression covers his face. 

“Well, if that's what you want.” His voice doesn't tell me anything about his emotions, but he just takes my hand like we didn't just discuss my clothing and then he leads me out of the apartment, a driver already waiting on us. We drive to the club in silence and while I don't notice how slack Max yaw is and how his eyes burn holes into everything he looks at, others do. Our friends exchange glances when we arrive at the club, while I am completely unaware. 

For me it's just important that Max holds my hand, keeping me close to him even in VIP and I enjoy his attention. “Want to come with me on the dancefloor?” I ask him after some time, but Max shakes his head and dismisses me with a soft kiss on my temple. On the dancefloor it is slightly crowded, but I know Max is watching me, nevertheless. So, swinging my hips is purely for him and I enjoy being on the dancefloor until I need something to drink. 

“Having fun?” Max asks me with a smile on his lips, handing me a drink he already got for my return, and I take it with a grin, tucking myself against his side. “Lots of it.” I confirm while Max wraps his arm around me. For a while I stay with him, watch the other people while sipping on my drink, but at one point I want to return to the dancefloor. 

Again, I ask Max if he wants to join me and he promises to come after a quick trip to the toilet. To make it easier for Max to find me I stay at the edge of the dancefloor, easily visible for him when he returns. I sway my hips slightly to the rhythm of the music but not fully committing myself to the beat just yet. 

“Hello pretty girl.” A man approaches me, having a smug smile on his lips, but I avoid his eyes and ignore his words. Usually that helps with getting rid of strangers, just don't give them any attention, but this one seems to be one of the more adamant ones. He stays with me, head ducking slightly to catch my eyes and then I make my first mistake, looking back into his eyes. 

“What a nice dress.” He then compliments me and I follow up with mistake number two by answering him “Thank you.” That's exactly something I shouldn't do, because giving those men attention is exactly what they want and what they interpret as interest from my side. I glance around, trying to see if Max has already returned but there is no sight of my boyfriend. Little do I know that he is watching closely. 

“Want to dance?” That man asks me and I see this as the perfect opportunity to make something clear. “Oh, I have a boyfriend.” I quickly tell him and he quirks his eyebrow at me like he doesn't really believe me. Usually telling someone about a boyfriend helps enough to get rid of them, sometimes even better than a simple no, which is honestly a sad thing, but that man doesn't seem to mind my dismissal. 

“Hm, a good boyfriend wouldn't let you alone while being dressed like that.” He says, leaning closer and then his fingertips trace along the hem of my dress, right over the swell of my breast and I stumble a step backwards. “Don’t touch me.” I try to say sternly, but it comes out just barely without a stutter. 

“You are asking for it with that dress.” He shrugs his shoulders and slowly panic settles in. My heart starts to race, my palms get sweaty and my eyes roam around trying to find any trace of Max, but still no sight of  my boyfriend. That man takes a step forward, closing the gap between us and I freeze, unable to get away from him. This time his fingers find the hem of my dress on my thighs, fingers slipping under the flowy fabric and I squint my eyes together. 

“Please stop.” I try to say but it's more of a squeaked whisper, not audible about the music of the club. And then another presence steps forward, for me returning at the perfect time, for him to stop watching the situation with a smirk. 

“Is there a problem?” Max asks, voice low but so dangerous I manage to open my eyes. “Max.” I sniff slightly, finally able to bolt away from those hands trying to sneak under my dress. Arms wrapping around Max and head leaning against his chest, while he lays a comforting arm around me. 

“Sorry mate, didn't know she was taken.” That man says and I peek at him, seeing that he has lifted his hands in defeat. A little voice in my head telling me to speak up about the lie because I don't want Max to think I didn't say anything, but my tongue is frozen in place. 

“Just don't let it happen again.” Max says, voice still sounding gruff and I bury my head in his chest again, not wanting to look longer at that stranger. 

And while cuddling myself against Max's chest for comfort I don't see him handing over a bunch of money to the man with an approving nod. Thanking him for scaring me and burning the memory of not listening to Max into my mind. Max wraps his arms around me, presses his lips against my head and then just whispers. 

“See what you get for not listening to me.” His voice offers no comfort and suddenly his touch feels really cold. “Max…” I whisper and blink up at him, sight slightly blurry because of the tears rising to my eyes. Is he making this my fault?     

Monaco race weekend and it isn't starting well for Paul. He wanted to arrive early for the charity match he will be participating in, but then his flight got delayed and they organised a helicopter for him to make it in time. During all of this hassle he kept in contact with me, already lounging in our hotel room for the week. But in the end, it was worth all the stress, because Paul managed to score a goal in the match. And well, he looked more than hot during the game, that's something I have to admit.

While waiting for him to return a thought comes to my mind. Maybe this is the time to give Paul a little reward for his hard work? Not only for that goal, but also what he is doing behind the scenes at Alpine? I gnaw on my lower lip thinking about what I could give him, even though it is kind of obvious. Paul has this fantasy of having me whenever he wants to, free use of my body and I hesitated until now. Our relationship is private, the public doesn't know but sneaking around with him would definitely lead to some suspicion. Usually, I stay back at the hotel, but by offering him free use I should accompany him to the track to make it worth it. That's when I made the decision that I will give him that during one of the busiest race weekends of the year, one of the crowded ones. No one will notice, or at least not deem us interested enough with all the celebrities around.

When Paul comes to the hotel room, tired, but with a smile on his lips my decision is made, my paddock pass searched from the bottom of my suitcase and now I am just waiting for him. Greeting him with a kiss when he lets himself fall on the bed, no energy left to undress.

“Great goal Paul.” I congratulate him and he mumbles into the pillow under his head “Thank you.”

“I was thinking…” I say and he peeks up at me with tired eyes “Yeah?” I gnawed on my lower lip before saying “How about a little reward?” Now Paul lifts his head slightly, looking more awake because of my words. “I´m listening.” He says and I smile at his eager behaviour. I take a deep breath, gathering my courage, before just blurting out.

“Free use, all Monaco weekend.”

Paul's eyes widen and I can practically see the gears turn in his head as it slowly clicks what this means. “You mean it?” He asks, excitement in his voice and I nod “Yes.”

“Fuck.” He groans, before adding “I love you.” I giggled at him “Love you too.”

Of course, after the first bit of excitement Paul asks again if I am really sure about this and about what might follow with me appearing in the paddock and I reassure him that it is what I want to do. After that I can already see him planning out some things in his head, looking more than forward to having me however he wants to during this whole weekend.

And Paul took me literally when I said the whole race weekend, because on early Friday morning, even before the alarm rang, he decided it was time to use his allowance to take me whenever he wants to. Waking up I hum softly, warmth of the blanket still on top of me and I decided it is too early to be awake. But when I want to turn around my hips are locked in place I frown, but before I can think further about it, lust spreads through my body. A surprised whimper slips over my lips and my eyes flutter open. Paul is seated between my thighs, lips attached to my clit, softly sucking on the little bundle of nerves while his eyes are watching me closely. When he sees that I am awake I can feel him smirk against my skin.

My mind is still too hazy to really process what is going on, slowly waking up while Paul is eating me out. His tongue lapping me, before his lips suck on my clit again, shooting waves of pleasure and lust through my body. Fingers finding his hair I start to guide his head and I try to lift my hips to meet his lips, but Paul pins me down on the mattress. Allowing me to hold onto his hair, but nothing more while his tongue keeps working on me.

“Paul.” I whimper, voice still soft from sleeping, but I don't want him to stop, not now and luckily, he just keeps going. Tongue lapping up my juices and then playing with my clit until he sends me over the edge easily. After that he comes up, connecting our lips for a kiss that tastes like me.

We get ready which is difficult because Paul's lips keep finding my skin, his hands a reason to touch me and so the shower turns into something steamier than just the hot water trickling down on us. Arriving at the track means stepping into the paddock together for the first time but it feels natural, even though I try to stay in the back, not letting everyone know that we are here together.

The day is full of watching the training sessions, meetings and some media stuff for Paul and I just stick around the paddock, anticipating him trying to get close to me, but there isn't any time for that sort of thing. And then Paul is sent to do some simulator work to test out some different settings for Franco and Pierre.

Paul being in the simulator means me watching him doing his laps around Monaco over and over again. Testing out the setups the team wants to try for tomorrow to find the perfect one for qualifying and the race. He crashes sometimes, curses out loud and I can see that he is growing frustrated with the simulated car. After hours of testing out different setups the team decides it is time for a break, not only for them, but especially for Paul. They tell him to get a snack, walk a bit around and be ready in around 45 minutes to continue where they left off.

And I expect him to do, but Paul is thinking otherwise. “Come over.” He waves me to his simulator and I follow, already knowing what he wants from me, because he couldn't really be close to me today. At least not as much as he wanted me to. “Take a seat.” Paul instructs me, reclines the seat of the simulator and I straddle his lap, dress riding up my thighs and Paul softly smiles at me.

“They could come back.” I whisper my concern, because the room is open for the engineers and basically anyone who is working here. “They won't." Paul grins, hands already working on opening his trousers to free his cock and I lean my head to the side. “You like the thrill.” I tease Paul and he shrugs his shoulders. “Can’t deny that.” He says, fingers sliding under my dress, further up my thighs. Until he pauses.

“You´re not wearing any panties.” Paul realises with a groan, and I laugh at his wide eyes. “Wanted to give you easy access." I tell him and even in the dimmed light of the room I can see his pupils dilate by the thought of that. In the morning I decided to ditch the panties, because they would be an unnecessary barrier, I couldn't have known that it would take so long for us to have some intimacy.

Paul brings one of his hands between my thighs, fingers dipping between my folds and to his surprise I am already wet. “Imagined you taking your frustration out on me after your first crash.” I tell him and that seems to spur him on. He decides to ditch the foreplay and positions his cock on my entrance. I sink down on him willingly, supporting myself on his shoulders and then I start to ride him, guided by his hands on my hips. We don't have unlimited time and the thrill of getting caught adds to the lust.

His grip on my hips is hard, but I let him, moving my hips as he likes it while raking up my own lust. One hand dipping between our bodies, riding up my dress slightly and finding my clit to rub while Paul keeps thrusting his cock into me. The orgasm comes quickly but shakes my thighs while Paul shoots his cum deep inside of me. We stay seated like this for a minute or two, trying to catch our breath, but then I stand up, quickly searching for a tissue before Paul's cum drips down my thighs.

We make it just in time to look presentable again before the first engineer returns from the break. Paul's simulator time resumes for another hour or two before he is finally allowed to leave and get back into the hotel. We tiredly stumble into our room, make ourselves ready for bed and cuddle under the blanket, ready to sleep, but then his hands start to roam over my body. And no matter how tired Paul was just minutes before he still finds the energy to fuck me into the mattress.

Saturday starts with another training session, us hanging around above the garage, Paul's just never really leaving me. Hand on my thigh, arm around my back, leg leaning against mine, but nothing sexual. Then Paul leaves for the last meeting before qualifying and I roam around the paddock, until Paul picks me up again, leading me back to our place to watch the session.

But Paul has different plans first. Instead of going up to the VIP section above the garage, where he is supposed to watch the race, he leads me around the corner. Pulling me into a tight gap between two houses before his lips crash down on mine. “Don’t you have to be up there.” I ask him, concerned, while Paul is working on partly undressing both of us, putting my panties into his pockets. He gets to use me, yes, but he shouldn't put his job at risk for this. “Have around ten minutes.” Paul mumbles, lips latching on my neck, not sucking to leave marks, but teasing the sensitive skin with his tongue and lips. I lull my head to the side giving him the access he craves while my fingers start working too.

Opening up his trousers, finding his cock straining against his boxershorts only to grip it tightly with my hand. Paul moans against my neck, one hand bunching up my dress, the other slipping between my folds to plunge two fingers inside of me, making me gasp. “Paul.” I whimper, trying to stay quiet, while his hand takes up a rhythm. “We don't have time.” I try to reason and can feel him smile against my neck. “Skip the foreplay then.” He shrugs his shoulders, lips and fingers pulling back from me. Paul takes a condom out of his trousers and rolls it down his cock. “No time for a mess.” He tells me, before hoisting me up by the back of my thighs, pushing my back against the wall.

“Bunch up your dress.” Paul instructs me and I do, granting him access to my middle. He loosens his grip on one of my thighs slightly to align his tip with my entrance and I wrap my arms around his neck to keep myself up. With a swift movement of his hips Paul bottoms me out and I bite down on my lower lip to cut off the sound that wanted to tumble over.

Paul picks up a quick rhythm, not really to satisfy me, but his own lust and I curl my fingers into his hair at the harsh thrusts that rub my back against the wall behind me. My hips hit the brick with every of Paul's thrusts, but he doesn't slow down, chasing his own high, while my own isn't rising high enough. When I want to take things into my own hands, Paul stops me. “No.” He growls and I hesitantly pull my hand back from between our bodies. “This is for me, not for you.” Paul says and I blink at him, while he starts to fuck me again. I probably should have thought about that, the free use thing is for his lust and not for ours, so I let him do what I allowed him to do. Use me just as he wants to.

During qualifying, I felt unsatisfied, still having the feeling of being stretched out, but it wasn't enough to be tipped over the edge. Paul looks smug with himself, and I am sure there will be another chance of orgasming today for me, but for the moment I have to deal with the itch. And it doesn't help that Paul is resting his hand on my thigh, thumb brushing over the skin, sending a shiver down my spine from time to time

It's late when we come back to the hotel on Saturday, sun already partly set and the exhaustion palpable in our bones. Even though Paul wasn't in the car, he still has been working hard to help the team and I am just not used to a long day at the track, hiding away in the shadows to keep this relationship low key, even though we are doing nothing to keep it private this weekend. Paul is lingering around me all the time, not being able to stay away from me for long, but I think he is caring less about the secretary factor this weekend. And probably no one notices either, because the paddock is full of celebrities and gossip worth more than “just” one about a reserve driver.

I kick off my shoes and Paul does the same, before taking my hand in his. He leads me to the balcony, the cool summer breeze of the night brushing over my skin. Paul is standing behind me, arms wrapping around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder. He is warm and I love being wrapped up in his arms, but it doesn't stay innocent for long. One of his hands wandering up, cupping my breast through my dress, pinching my nipple which is slowly perking up under his touch.

“Bend over and hold on to the railing.” Paul instructs me and my eyes widen. He wants to have sex out here, on the balcony for everyone to see. Doing it between the houses just before qualifying was risky, but this is even more of a public display. “What if someone sees us?” I whisper because I know a few people who wouldn't be happy with such a scandal, us probably included. “That’s the thrill, isn't it?” I can hear the wicked smile in Paul's voice, and a shiver runs down my spine. I lean forward and Paul lets go of me while I curl my fingers around the railing. Paul nudges my feet wider apart and I open my legs willingly for him when he slips his hand between my thighs. Finding my clit easily because he never gave me my panties back after our encounter between the houses. I bite down on my lip to muffle the sound that’s threatening to spill over when Paul starts to rub slow circles on my clit. There is still that ache of being left unsatisfied earlier and I meet Paul's fingers to get the most out of his touch, but he just pulls his hand back.

Bunching up my dress again and then I can feel his tip finding its way between my folds. Brushing his cock back and forth for a couple of times, before aligning himself with my entrance and bottoming me out with one swift thrust.

A strangled moan leaves my lips when he starts thrusting and I really try to stop the sounds from leaving my lips, but Paul does everything to get me to whimper and moan. Fingers pinching and pulling on my nipples, almost making my knees buckle with a first orgasm, while he just keeps going. Thrusting his cock into me deeply, pulling it back out, before bottoming me out again. One hand curling around my waist to hold me upright with ease, my knuckles turning white while I hold onto the railing. The second orgasm makes me gasp out Paul's name and he groans mine while spilling his seed into me.

He is out of breath when he helps me to stand upright again, turning me around to face him. “I love you.” Paul whispers and I lean my head against his chest while his cum starts to drip out of me. “Love you too.”

Sunday comes with the first soft ache in my lower abdomen, but I promised Paul the whole weekend. It doesn't really hurt; it's just like my muscles complaining a bit. And he uses it for his full enjoyment. Sex on the dresser in our room to start the day and he ate me out with pleasure after it, making my thighs shake with ease.

We watch the race together in the VIP section above the garage, tucked away in a corner, facing one of the screens, but out of sight for the cameras. Paul's hand is on my thigh like it was during the last days, but today it gradually wanders higher and higher. Slipping under the hem of my skirt and this is when I catch his wrist.

“Paul…” I whisper, voice hesitating, because this isn't the place to get intimate. Or at least that's what I thought, because when Paul's fingers dip between my folds there's already wetness pooling there, my body deeming it to be perfect opportunity for Paul to get his hands on me. “Shhh.” Paul whispers, lips finding my cheek and then he starts to finger me.

Slow, steady and absolutely thrilling. He keeps commenting on the race while his fingers are deep inside of me, making it look like he explains me things and I try to listen, I really do, but instead I have to concentrate on not making a sound. Not when he twists his fingers so deliciously or when he rubs his thumb over my clit with those perfect movements.

The orgasm makes me clench down hard on his fingers and I press my fingernails into the couch under me to help me stay quiet, while Paul just smirks at me. Cleaning his fingers with a napkin, before just resuming to watch the race like nothing happened.

The next opportunity comes during a party we attend. Sneaking away from the dancefloor to one of the bathrooms, thanks to the luxury of the club, a really clean one. We both had some drinks already and were touchy on the dancefloor and I could feel Paul's rock-hard cock against my ass during it.

“On your knees.” Paul demands and I do as he says, drop to my knees and look up to him while opening up his trousers, pulling them down with his boxers in one go to free his cock. “Open your mouth.” He leads his cock to my mouth, and I open my lips to invite his tip into my mouth. Lips closing around his girth, and tongue adding to the pleasure. Meeting the sensitive tip, before I take him deep into my throat again, making him moan.

“You´re doing so good.” Paul praises me, hands getting tangled in my hair and then he starts to fuck my mouth. Slow but deep and I let him, while holding onto the back of his thighs and finding his balls with my other hand. Massaging them until he shoots his cum into my mouth with a deep moan.

We return to the hotel room in the deep of the night, stumbling around because of being slightly intoxicated by the alcohol, but still finding our room with ease. We get ready for bed, not really bothering with clothes before settling under the covers, Paul spooning me from behind. His arm wrapped around me, his chest pressing against my back and I sigh at the warmth.

But when Paul's hands start to roam my body, I hesitate. “Wait, I am sore.” I mumble, not wanting to push him back, but at the same time my body is slowly screaming for some rest. “Just one last time.” Paul says with a soft voice, lips pressing onto my shoulder with a reassuring kiss. “I will be gentle.” He promises and I listen to my body, one last time wouldn't hurt.