Lego_Batman

Clothes were thrown everywhere around Max’s hotel room, loud sounds of pleasure echoed off the walls, and the bed was a mess. You laid beneath Max, your nails digging into his back as he pummeled into you. One hard thrust after another. It was always like this between you. Hard, rough, viscous. Anything to get that stress out even if it wasn’t caused by each other. 

Today was an excruciatingly bad race. The car has been bad all season, the strategy got fucked up, the weather was an asshole, and the media were annoying vultures again. So the minute you walked into Max’s hotel room, all hell broke loose. 

Max bit down hard on your shoulder, one hand rubbing your clit while the other squeezed one of your breasts. Your nails continued to dig into his back as you left visible marks along his exposed shoulder, letting out moans in between. Max’s hips kept pistoning into you, each time hitting your cervix perfectly. Max’s pre-cum and your liquids from your past orgasm mixed together, making a goopy sound with each thrust. 

“Fuck- you always feel so good…” Max groaned into your shoulder before biting down once more. 

“Shut up and fuck me-” you mummbled, continuing to leave hickeys all over Max. 

Max’s pace became even more viscous now, he was close and determined to make sure you came first. Not because he was a gentleman but rather his stubborn competitiveness. His hand rubbed your clit even rougher now, making your walls tighten around him. 

“That’s it. Milk me.” he groaned into your ear.

You didn’t last much longer. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm and now with Max’s new intensity, it became too much. You cried out his name as you came. Your walls were squeezing him intensely as the waves of pleasure took over. Max kept pummeling into you until he couldn’t take it anymore. He thrust into you deeply before finally letting go. His cum filled you to the brim, warm and sticky. Max thrusted into you a few more times, trying to push his cum deeper into you. 

Then he collapsed onto you. Both of your bodies were thoroughly exhausted now, but satisfied all the same. Max’s head rested on your chest, his breathing slowing, his hands now caressing you reverently. Your head fell back onto the pillow, hair splayed everywhere, your hands smoothing over the countless scratch marks you left on Max’s back. You brushed over one in particular that made him flinch. 

“That one's deep…” he groaned into your chest. 

“Sorry…” you whispered. 

It was weird. At the beginning you would’ve immediately separated, say you had things to do, take a shower. Not cuddle and apologize for being too rough. You didn’t even know when this happened. You just remembered one night Max asked you to stay the night, and since then things had been different. 

The two of you stayed like that for a while. Enjoying the afterglow in each other's arms. Max left light kisses along the bitemarks on your shoulders, even licking them slightly to ease the pain. Your hand made it into his hair, combing through and massaging his head softly. 

“Stay tonight…?” Max asked softly. 

“Yea, don’t think I could walk even if I wanted to…” you mumbled.

“Oh, please. I’ve seen you walk in heels after we had sex.” he chuckled, rolling his eyes at you.

“That was one time and I was highly motivated.” you laughed.

“Uh huh… Highly motivated you say? Sounds like me after a race knowing I get to have you all to myself…” he squeezed your waist teasingly. 

“Alright, perv. Tone it down.” you smacked him softly.

“There was a time you would’ve smacked me for saying that…” he mused.

“That was when I was still under the impression you were a total egotistical asshole…” you argued.

“Yea? What changed?” Max smirked at you.

“You did.”

The room went silent. Max took a second to think about what you had said. You were right. He did change. He didn’t know when it happened but somewhere in between arguing with you at team meetings and fucking you mercislesy, Max started to feel something for you. During those vulnerable moments you’d occasionally let out small snippets of you, the real you. The you that secretly loves to dress up and write literature. The you that doesn’t have to be this role-model tough woman for the world. That’s what changed Max.

“You changed me, you know…it wasn’t just out of the blue.” Max whispered. 

“How so?” you asked, now running your hands threw his hair as he laid his head on your chest.

“You let your guard down. Let me see the real you…” he paused, “It made me think maybe I could do the same.”

“So this ‘changed’ Max I’m seeing now is just you, the actual you?” your hand paused in his hair.

“In my entirety.” Max looked up, his ocean eyes ernest 

“Well I like the real Max more than any Dutch Lion on the track.” you smiled down at him. 

“I like the woman who writes poems more than the one who makes me check my rear-view mirrors.” he laughed, a small smile spreading across his face. 

“You noticed that?” your eyes widened.

“Of course I did. Sometimes I wake up and you're sitting by the windows or out on the balcony, just writing. Sometimes you’ll erase a few lines and you’ll google different words to use, but you’re committed. Every time I’ve watched you write, you always finish the poem, read it out loud, and then write it permanently into that notebook of yours.” Max went on, recalling every detail meticulously.

“I-I didn’t know you paid that much attention…” you murmured. 

“I pay attention to people I care about and you just so happen to be high on that list.” he smiled.

The smile on your face widened. Max had already shown how much of a sweetheart he could be, but this? This was another level. Softly you cupped his cheek, your thumb moving up and down slowly. 

“Would you ever let me read one?” Max asked softly, he knew how closely guarded you kept those poems.

“I don’t know… they’re personal, really personal…” your gaze tore away from Max’s, nervous and unsure. 

“You can choose which one I can read. I promise I won’t tell a soul or even talk about it. I won’t judge you.” he assured you, one hand now covering the one on his cheek softly. 

“Ok…” you relented, slowly reaching for your notebook on the nightstand. 

It was old, that was for sure. One beaten up leather notebook that not only held your poetic writing, but eras of your life reflected through each carefully chosen word. The small and large drawings hidden between pages that may look like scribbles, serving as windows into what a younger you felt or imagined. 

Slowly you pulled open the clasp that held the book closed. Carefully and precisely you looked through the pages, deciding which of your writings would be deemed ok for Max to read. Some were hard to decide, others as easy as a glance. 

Max watched patiently. He understood the importance of the moment. He was urning your trust here and he didn’t want to fuck this up. Especially now that he was almost 100% sure that he’d fallen head over heels for you. He watched as you turned page after page, each one bearing different titles, dates, drawings, etc. Then you stopped. Pausing on a page in particular. 

“This one.” you said quietly, finally looking Max in the eye.

“Are you sure?” Max asked, he didn’t wanna pressure you.

You nodded and carefully handed the book to him. Max smiled at you reassuringly, taking the book into his hands with the utmost care in the world. Finally he laid his eyes on the two pages worth of a poem that you had personally written, spent time on, probably erased half of and rewrote, and finally added to this notebook. 

The first page was titled “Sounds”, it was dated February, 18, 2011. You were about thirteen at the time you wrote this. Slowly Max began reading, taking in every word carefully, carving it into his memory. He could tell you spent time on this one. Give this to a random person and they wouldn’t be able to tell that a thirteen year old had written it. That’s how good it was. 

There was rhyming, imagery, hyperbole, anthropomorphism, etc. But it also held many tones. Angry ones, happy ones, annoyed ones, all the emotions a teenager would know. In summary the poem was about the many sounds in your life and how you felt about them. Like how you loved music and the sound of car engines but hated the sound whistles because they gave you anxiety. 

Once he finished reading, Max took the time to really think about the poem. What it showed about that time in your life, your personality, how you related to it now, and how much better your new poems must be now. 

“Wow.” Max looked up, “You wrote this when you were thirteen?”

“Thirteen and a half but that’s besides the point.” you smiled nervously, “What do you think?”

“This is great! How could you hide this from me!? Forget racing, this is your talent. Writing this at thirteen? Not even Shakespeare could come close to this!” he grinned.

“You really think so?” your eyes met his again.

“I really do…” he smiled, more softly now. 

You let that sink in. This was the first time anyone but yourself had read any of your poems and Max, well he loved it. You didn’t think it was that good but if Max did, then maybe it was that good. Your small smile soon stretched into a bigger one.

“Maybe I should try and write one.” Max mused.

“Oh yea? And what about?” you chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe this new driver, who came out of nowhere and stole both my title and my heart.” 

You paused again. He wasn’t serious, right? Then you looked at him, really looked at him. There was no smirk and wiggling eyebrows. Just those ocean eyes and a sincere smile that told you everything you needed to know. Max did love you, fully and truly. 

That night you fell asleep in Max’s arms, not as his friends with benefits, but as the woman whom he loved, and she loved him back. It was probably the most comfortable you ever felt in your life. No race to prepare for, no meetings, no training, not a single event, just Max. 

The race was long and stressful. The weather seemed to be bipolar for the entire two hours, the FIA had no clue what they were doing, and it seemed like everyone was playing bumper cars. Carlos jumped out of the car sweaty, exhausted, and stressed. Though he did finish at a respectable P9 which earned the team some well needed points.

“Carlos is in a mood. Don’t you think you should deal with that?” one of the other engineers smirked, beside you.

“Just cause we're dating doesn’t mean you guys have to send me to deal with him-” you were cut off by the sound of Carlos snapping at the media director who was trying to plan public appearances. 

“Yea, ok. You got me today. Doesn’t mean this happens all the time…” you grumbled, gathering your stuff.

“Sure. Now go take care of your loverboy.” they laughed. 

You rolled your eyes at the comment, it was an ongoing joke that if Carlos was in a bad mood, they’d just send you to “calm him down”. Though it wasn’t all wrong, Carlos was like a giant cat. He’d just cuddle into you after a race. 

You walked into his motorhome to find him starfished on the bed, his race suit unzipped down to his waist so that his fireproofs showed. He looked up when he heard the door open. Carlos looked exhausted and stressed out though his face did soften at the sight of you. 

“Cariño…c’mere…” he mumbled, his arms an open invitation.

“Someone’s tired…” you chuckled, straddling his lap and laying your head against his chest. 

Carlos’s hands started running through your hair, feeling the soft locks he loved so much. He nuzzled his face into the top of your head, breathing in your scent. Carlos was always a very affectionate man, especially when he was in no mood for anyone else. 

“I saw you snap at the media director, something you wanna talk about?” you asked quietly.

“I was just stressed out and she wouldn’t leave me alone. I’ll apologize later, just wanna cuddle you now…” he whined. 

You chuckled, typical Carlos. Slowly your hands started running up and down his body, rubbing sore spots and massaging any knots he got while driving. Carlos let out little groans and sighs at the contact. 

“Cariño… you gotta stop…” Carlos groaned. 

“You’re sore, just let me help you.” you explained, knowing how stubborn he could be. 

“That’s not what I’m talking about-” he let out another strangled groan.

That’s when you felt it. He was getting hard. It didn’t really surprise you, it’d been a while since you’d been intimate thanks to hectic schedules. Plus he was stressed out right now and the feeling of your body against his was kinda hard to ignore.

“Cariño, please…” he whispered, his eyes desperate.

“Want me to take care of you?” you asked softly.

Carlos only nodded. He was too exhausted to take care of it himself and he’d rather not deal with a boner the rest of the night. 

You leaned in and kissed his forehead, slowly trailing more kisses all the way down to his neck. Your hands started working at his racing suit and fireproofs, slowly and gently removing them. Carlos relaxed into the bed, occasionally he let out small needy sounds. 

Soon enough Carlos was left in his boxers, his bulge apparent, and need clear in his eyes. His hips lifted up slightly, begging for friction. You kept leaving kisses along his neck, making sure he was relaxed. Carlos let out more needy sounds, whimpers and whines. 

“Don’t tease me…I need you…” he whimpered.

“Shhh, I’ll take care of you, querido.” you cooed, your hands now moving to his boxers.

Slowly you pulled them down, revealing his needy lengths. One hand reached down to stroke him slowly, giving him some much needed attention. Carlos threw his head back against the pillows, his eyes shut, and small moans leaving his mouth. You leaned up to kiss him properly, your lips connecting in a passionate and loving dance. 

Carlos’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. One of your hands tangled in his hair, while the other kept pumping him slowly. Eventually the both of you pulled away in need of air, a string of saliva still connecting you both. Carlos took the time to look over you, your face slightly flushed, one hand wrapped around him, and your clothes now rumpled slightly. 

“These need to come off…” he murmured, tugging at your shirt. 

You nodded and sat up. First you pulled your shirt off, then your bra, then your jeans, then your panties, and all while Carlos watched appreciatively. In his eyes you were a goddess who hid under baggy clothes 90% of the time. His hands began roaming your skin, exploring the newly exposed skin he loved so much.

“You’re gorgeous, cariño” he whispered, leaning up to leave small wet kisses along your collarbone. 

You kept stroking him softly, keeping the soft and slow pace. Carlos let out more sounds, he needed more than just your hand. Slowly you trailed kisses down his neck and chest until you reached his pelvis, stopping there to observe his needy length. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip, adding to the sensations as you stroked him. You leaned down to kiss the tip, softly sucking on it. 

Carlos tangled a hand in your hair, not control but rather just to hold. His hips lifted up slightly, needing more friction. With every bob of your head you began to take more of him in until you were down to the hilt. You kept that slow pace, making sure to keep things gentle with how tired Carlos was.

“God…cariño…” Carlos groaned, the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him was euphoric, “I need more, cariño….need to feel you.” he gasped. 

With a small pop you pulled your mouth away from Carlos’s length. His cock was now glistening with a mix of your spit and his pre-cum. One of your hands reached to continue stroking him while you moved to straddle him once more. Carlos took the time to catch his breath and really look at you. 

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer until your entrance sat above his length. The tip of him rubbed against your folds causing the both of you to let out small moans. Carlos’s hips thrusted up very slightly, still too tired to do much. 

“Cariño, please…I need you…” he whimpered, his eyes glossy and hair a mess against the pillows.

“Shh, I know, querido.” you cooed, as your hand guided his length to your entrance.

Gently you began to sick down onto him, adjusting to the stretch. Carlos moaned out loud, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You took him inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt within you. You took a few minutes to adjust and let Carlos get his bearings. Then slowly you lifted up and sank back down, setting a very slow but intense pace. Carlos’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. He needed the contact right. Carlos’s lips found yours for another passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours softly. 

This kept on for a while. Carlos may have been tired but he still had the stamina of a horse. But you didn’t so at some point Carlos’s hands began to guide you slightly, keeping the smooth pace going. Then you heard Carlos’s begin to let out more whimpers and moans. He always did that when he was close. You picked up the pace slightly, Carlos’s hips began to rock with you softly. One of his hands reached down to rub your clit gently. 

The feeling of his hand on your clit made you moan and lean into him more. Carlos kissed the top of your head as the pace grew as you both got closer to the edge but still kept that gentleness to it. 

“Cariño, I’m so close…can I…?” he whimpered, he was too exhausted to hold it in like he would do on a normal day.

You nodded against his chest. Carlos didn’t last much longer, his member twitched against your walls before the warmth of his cum filling you took over your senses. You moaned at the feeling and soon followed your own orgasm. The soft waves came over you, one right after the other. The pace slowed back down as the two of you leaned into each other. 

The after glow had started to take over now. With you laying on Carlos’s chest happily, and his arms wrapped around you, it couldn’t be a better feeling. Carlos’s member softened inside you, though you didn’t care much. The two of you were too tired to do anything more than cuddle and enjoy each other's presence. 

You woke up sore the next morning. Fernando had done a number on you the night before and now here you were, laying on his bed, naked. Slowly you sat up. The room was silent and the bed was empty. You frowned, what were you expecting?

He probably realized just how bad of an idea this was and took off before it got any worse. You let out a long sigh before climbing out of the bed, beginning your search for your clothes. That’s when you remembered. All your clothes were still in the living room where the escapades began.

“Shit” you whispered to yourself.

You took a deep breath before sticking your head out the door. The motorhome was silent, no footsteps, no voices, and no sign of Fernando. You sighed in relief before slowly making your trek to the living room. Lo and behold all your clothes were scattered around the carpet. Quickly you tugged them back on. Then you heard someone clearing their throat.

“Leaving already? Thought you were gonna stick around…” Fernando’s voice rang out, coarse and almost disappointed.

You flinched, “I thought you left…”

“Didn’t you listen to what I said last night?” his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, “Today I plan on fucking you in the comfort of my own jet.” he rasped into your ear.

You blushed, hard. He definitely was a dirty talker and you just hadn’t heard all of it yet.

“Go pack your stuff. The plane leaves in three hours back to Monaco.” Fernando smacked your ass as he left to go pack his stuff.

About an hour later all of your items had been stuffed back into your briefcase, messy but it would do. You managed to lug all of your bags downstairs by yourself, surprising since most of the time you just puppy-eyed Carlos to do it for you. A byproduct of your childhood friendship with the other Spaniard. You really did have a thing for Spaniards.

Not too much later Fernando walked down stairs with his own suitcases, all of them matching dark green. The man had a preference for green and it showed a hell of a lot. Green sunglasses, suitcases, clothes, hell you could’ve swore he had green boxers last night.

“Ready to go, hermosa?” he teased.

“Yea, just making sure I have everything…” you mumbled as you counted all your bags.

“Need some help with those?” Fernando pointed at the many bags.

“Uh, yea… Carlos usually helps me with those…” you explained.

“Carlos? Sainz? Didn’t know you were so close to the Spaniard.” Fernando’s voice dropped an octave.

“Well yea, my dad was good friends with Sainz Sr. so I saw him a lot as a kid.” you smiled, remembering the much simpler days.

“That right? He ever make you cry out his name like I did last night?” Fernando growled into your ear.

“No, no he hasn’t. Relax, old man. Last I checked the older guys are more skilled in bed.” you teased, your hand reaching down to cup him before grabbing your bags and walking out.

“You’re so getting it on the plane.” he groaned, slowly gathering his bags and following behind.

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Not much later your bags were stowed into Fernando’s private jet. You stepped into the jet first, it was sleek and modern. The wood was dark oak and the chair leather a complimentary tan. There were several comfy chairs in the cabin, large windows, and a small bar right before the cockpit. One or two flight attendants roamed around the plane, setting out food and drinks, as well as checking everything was ready for flight.

“You want to fuck me in here….?” you whispered to Fernando, there was literally nowhere private.

“Relax, cariño. There’s a bedroom right here.” he smirked, opening a door at the back of the plane that showed a fairly large bed.

“Of course you’d have a bedroom in your jet. You are one dirty, dirty old man.” you laughed.

“Last night wasn’t enough proof?” Fernando chuckled, leading you into the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

It was fairly big for a bedroom squeezed into a private jet. The bed was big, four windows, two on either wall, a small bathroom in the hallway leading to the room itself, and a mirror above the bed?

“What’s with the mirror?” you asked.

“I think you know.” he whispered into your ear, smiling to himself.

“I’d hate to see how you were in your prime…” you mumbled to yourself.

“My prime? You wouldn’t last a day, but who says I’m out of my prime?” he smirked.

“The grey hairs say you’re out of your prime.” you teased.

“I age like fine wine for your information.” he whined.

“Sure, old man.” you laughed.

Half an hour later the jet was in the sky, cruising through the air smoothly. Fernando had told the flight attendants not to disturb the both of you for the rest of the flight on less called, which probably wouldn’t happen.

The moment Fernando returned to the bedroom, he was all over you. In second your back was on the mattress as Fernando climbed over you, his mouth connecting with yours in a hungry kiss. His hands were already roaming, tugging at the clothes you were wearing. You groaned into the kiss, your hands tangling themselves in his hair once more.

“God, I’m gonna have so much fun with you…” he whispered against your lips.

Fernando shifted so his hips were between your legs, grinding against you roughly. You moaned loudly. Fernando groaned as well, his hands now stripping you. One piece of clothing after another. Soon you were completely bare, your clothes scattered around the room. Fernando smirked at the marks along your collarbone, the ones he had left last night.

“So pretty… What should I do with you first, hm?” he whispered into your ear.

You shivered at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

“On your knees, sweetheart. Need to feel that mouth of yours first.” Fernando rasped.

You nodded and slid off the bed slowly, kneeling in front of it. Fernando spread his legs in front of you. His bulge clearly showed through his jeans. He pulled off his shirt before tangling a hand in your hair.

“Go on. You still have a lot to make up for with all that teasing you did.” he growled, pushing your head down slightly.

Your hands moved to his belt, removing it before unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. Now only his boxers left, the outline of erection even clearer now. Two fingers curled into the waistband, pulling the boxers down. His cock sprung free, throbbing with need, precum already leaking out.

You took the tip into your mouth, sucking on it gently. Fernando groaned at the contact, his hand almost pushing your head down further. You knew what he wanted and slowly took more of him into your mouth. Then you started bobbing your head up and down, sucking him roughly. Fernando’s grip tightened on your hair, a stream of pleasured sounds left his mouth.

His hips started thrusting up into your mouth, the tip of him hitting the back of your throat each time. You moaned around him, the vibration adding to his pleasure. You felt his length twitch against your tongue, he was close.

“Fuck- keep going…” he groaned.

You doubled down your movements. Taking him deeper and bobbing your head faster. Fernando thrust into your mouth more frequently now, he was on the edge. One final thrust was all it took to push him over the edge. His cock twitched against your tongue once more before streams of cum began flowing out, filling your mouth.

“Swallow.” Fernando demanded, pulling his cock out of your mouth.

You had no room to argue and swallowed all of it. It tasted a little salty. You opened your mouth to give Fernando proof. He smirked and pulled you up from the floor, onto his lap. His length was already hardening once more, pushing against your wet folds. A hand moved between the both of you, moving between your folds but not pushing in.

“You’re so wet for me already. Can’t get enough of me can you?” he chuckled, taking the fingers into his mouth, “You taste delicious…”

“W-what do you have planned now…?” you asked softly, your throat a little sore.

“Not gonna tease me for being dirty this time? Guess I really did fuck the atittude out of you.” Fernando mused.

“Now? Now I’m gonna fuck you on this bed and you’re gonna watch through this mirror.” a hand pushed your chin up so that you could see yourself staring back through the mirror.

Fernando didn’t waste much time. He pushed you back down onto the bed, his body covering yours once more. He captured your mouth in another hungry kiss, his tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring it. Meanwhile his hands spread your legs and hooked them over his shoulders, giving him a better angle.

“Ready, hermosa?” he whispered against your lips.

You could only nod. Then Fernando thrust into you roughly, splitting you open. As soon as he bottomed out he pulled back and thrust back in hard. He set a rough and deep pace, making you cry out. This angle allowed him to thrust deeper than he had last night and hit the spot that made you see stars.

Your eyes squeezed shut while moans left your mouth easily. Every thrust caused Fernando’s hips to rub against your clit, making you even more sensitive. His mouth was already exploring your skin, leaving more hickeys along your collarbone before trailing down to your breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it harshly, while his hand pinched and rubbed the other.

You cried out. The pleasure was too much. You were gonna come soon and Fernando knew it. He kept the pace up, one punishing thrust after another. Your eyes opened only to be met with your reflection, a complete mess. You watched Fernando’s body thrust in and out of you, your hands leaving scratches on his back and yanking at his hair.

“I’m gonna make you cum so many times, sweet girl…” he hummed around your nipple.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your climax hit you hard, your back arching off the bed as the waves came over you, each one harder than the last, all while Fernando kept going. Punishing your cervix without any remorse.

Then his hand reached down to rub your clit. You had no control over your body anymore. One climax after another, and he kept going. Enjoying the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, milking him almost. Then you felt him twitch around your fourth climax. He was close.

“You feel so good… So fucking tight for me…” he groaned against your skin.

His thrusts got harder, deeper. You were sure he was gonna break you. Then your fifth climax hit. The hardest out of all of them.

“Fernando-!!” you yelled out, nails digging into his skin, and legs trying to squeeze shut.

That sent Fernando over the edge. Your walls continuously squeeze him, pulling him back in. He thrust back in deeply, making sure his cum stayed within you. You felt the warmth of his cum filling you up, it was euphoric. Fernando didn’t pull out. Instead he moved your legs from their perch on his shoulders to around his waist, keeping him seated within you.

Then he rolled over so you laid on his chest, too tired and fucked out to move. He looked up at the mirror, taking in the sight of the now messy bed and a very sweaty and thoroughly pleasured, you.

“I swear, I’m getting addicted to that pussy of yours. Might have to lock you in my apartment.” a sly smile spread across his face.

You looked up, “You’re gonna break me…” you groaned.

“That’s what you get for teasing me. You got what you wanted and I plan on showing you just how many tricks this old man knows.” he chuckled.

“Give me at least a week to recover…” you mumbled sleepily.

“Rest, querida. You never know when I’ll feel the need to fuck you again.” Fernando teased.

You smacked his chest before nuzzling into the crook of his neck. It was time for a well needed nap and you had the time since there was still a good few hours left in the flight. Fernando was still inside you, you felt as his cock softened and small amounts of his cum leaked out of you. Though you were too tired to really care. So you closed your eyes to rest until a thought came to you.

Fernando felt the sweat dripping down his forehead, heavy breathing fogging his visor, his eyes blown wide as he realized what had just happened. He had just won the Spanish GP after 13 years of never getting close to the top step. Fernando parked the car behind the sign with the number 1 on it. He sat there for a minute, taking it in. 

Then the excitement came rushing in. He practically jumped out of his car, running towards his team for a hug. This was a win he’d remember and cherish. As Fernando pulled away from his team, he finally looked back at his car which was now between the third and second cars. Your car was parked second. 

He watched you climb out of your car and walk towards him, helmet in hand, long hair sweaty and frizzy from the hot air. When you got to him, your hand patted on the back, a sly smile on your face, and your eyes proud. 

“So the old man can still win a race.” you chuckled, tipping your head at him.

“Hey, you’re not that much younger.” he groaned, even after winning a race he wasn’t safe from your backhanded remarks.

“In all seriousness though, it’s good to see you back on the top step. You look sexier up there…” your voice quieted at the last part. 

“Remember Barcelona a couple years back?” Fernando smirked. 

You both remembered Barcelona quite well. Way back when the both of you were teammates at Renault, you had a somewhat casual relationship. You guys were best of friends of course but when the parties and celebrations ended it wasn’t uncommon to find the two of you wrapped up in each other. Simply blowing off steam together in very intimate ways.

That is what led up to Barcelona. The two of you had a sort of deal, if one of you won a race then that’d mean they’d earned a “prize” which most of the time ended in a steamy night in someone's hotel room. To be honest both of you enjoyed the little pact. It added to the edge of racing and gave a reason to indulge in each other. 

“Don’t think I could forget.” you laughed, recalling Fernando being very passionate that night.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you later. You know my room number, right?” he was already imagining the things you’d guys end up doing together. 

“I remember. Hard to forget when you insist on a penthouse suite in case you get lucky.” you laughed, he only got the penthouse suite because the two of you stayed together a lot. 

“Hey, that’s not what I said. You’re the one who sneaks over.” he whined, though you could tell he was amused.

“Whatever you say. I’ll see you later, querido.” you waved at him slightly as you walked.

“Don’t keep me waiting, chiquita!” he called after you, smiling to himself.

“Do I wanna know what's going on?” Oscar asked from behind Fernando. 

Fernando paused and turned to face Oscar who had a very confused face.

“No” and he walked away

“Old people, I swear…” Oscar muttered to himself before venturing back to his team in hopes of forgetting he heard and saw that conversation.

A few hours later Fernando found himself relaxing in his hotel room. He’d just taken a shower so he was only in a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair was still wet, and his hands fidgeted with the remote in his hand as he laid back against the headboard of the bed. Occasionally he’d look over at the clock wondering what time you’d get here. 

Then he heard the door open and you walked in. Your hair was now freshly washed and hanging past your shoulders. Fernando’s eyes wandered down your body, observing the casual blouse and jeans you were wearing.

“You couldn’t have worn something easier to take off?” he groaned, his head dropping back against the backboard.

“Don’t you start. I know how you are. You’re gonna ask for a show which means I’m gonna take this all off myself.” you deadpanned. 

Fernando’s mouth hung open slightly before he spoke up, “You know me too well, this is unfair…” he grumbled. 

You chuckled at his reaction. Silently you straddled his lap, your hands resting on his chest to keep yourself balanced. Fernando snapped out of his sulking and smirked up at you, his hands holding you against him so you could feel the effect you had on him. 

“You always know how to get me going…” he whispered. 

“I’d hope after all these years I would.” you smirked, one hand trailing down to play with the hem of his towel. 

“Well you know what I want. Give me a show, querida.” his hands moved off your waist to allow you to move freely. 

Your smirk widened. Slowly your hands trailed down grab the hem of your blouse, slowly pulling it off to reveal the lacy bralette underneath. Fernando groaned at the sight, he loved when you wore stuff like that for him. Then your hands moved down to your jeans, slowly unbuttoning them before pushing them off your legs and tossing them onto the floor. Fernanando took in the matching panties you were wearing. The set was his favorite color, dark green. 

“My favorite color? Someone came prepared…” he hummed, his hands now back on you exploring the exposed skin. 

“It’s a special night. Thought I’d treat today’s champion.” you smiled down at him, your faces so close your noses were touching. 

“And treated, I am.” he agreed, his hips slightly lifting up to rub against you.

“Don’t tease me, cariño…” he groaned, needing more friction. 

“I wouldn’t dare.” you chuckled, the hand that was playing with the towel now beginning to pull it down. 

Little by little the towel finally came loose, exposing Fernando’s throbbing member. Your hand wrapped around him, slowly pumping him a few times. Fernando let out a few small moans at the contact. His hips lifting up into your hand. 

He was pent up, you could tell. It’d been over a month since the two of you had been intimate and Fernando didn’t like useless one night stands anymore. He was also tired from the race so you knew what he needed. Your fingers hooked into the top of your panties but were stopped by Fernando’s hand grabbing your wrist.

“Keep it on.” he demanded, his eyes full of desire. 

You nodded and instead pushed the strap aside, exposing your leaking cunt. Fernando groaned at the sight, you were always so wet for him. Carefully you aligned your entrance with the tip of his cock, allowing it to rub against your folds. Fernando groaned once more at the contact.

“Ready, querido?” your eyes found his, filled with desire and passion.

“Y-yes, don’t tease me…” he pleaded, he was too pent up to wait any longer. 

You nodded and slowly began lowering yourself onto him. His member split you open slowly, inch by thick inch. You moaned at the stretch, despite the years of hooking up it always felt like the first time with him. Fernando let out moans of his own, his eyes squeezed closed, and his head leaning back against the pillows.

“Cariño, I need you to move…” he whispered

“Guide me, show me how you want it.” your hands reached for his own, moving them onto your waist. 

Fernanod knew what to do, slowly he lifted you almost all the way off him before slowly pulling you back down. He did that a few more times, setting a slow but deep pace. 

“Just like that, cariño…” he groaned into your neck

You kept the pace he had set, lifting yourself up before taking him back in deeply. The friction caused you both to moan, your sounds echoing together around the room, Fernando’s hands started roaming once more, one lightly massaging your breast while the other cupped your cheek. He pulled you down for another passionate kiss, your tongues wrapping around each other, exploring sensually. 

“Faster, cariño…” he said softly against your lips, not wanting to part. 

One of your hands settled on his chest to keep you steady as the pace sped up. Your other hand tangled in his hair, tugging softly at the strands just the way he liked. The sound of skin slapping against skin was apparent now. Your mouth now set on leaving marks along Fernando’s neck. He groaned at the feeling, he loved when you marked him. Made him feel like this was more than meaningless sex. 

Fernando’s hips were now thrusting up into you, needing more. The hand on your breast moved down to rub your clit, making you clench around him. 

“That’s it…good girl. You’re taking me so well.” he praised. 

“Fuck, Fernando…” you whispered, unable to say anything more.

Fernando’s hands returned to your waist to increase the pace, making you almost bounce on him. One hand still rubbing your clit gently, making your walls flutter around him. He knew you were close and so was he. His cock twitching within you. 

“You’re close aren’t you?” he groaned against your ear.

You could only nod, unable to speak. Fernando moved you once again, changing the angle so he could hit that spot that made you see stars. You almost came at the feeling, it was becoming too much. Your hands now clawing at his back, your mouth leaving darker hickeys on his neck to try and hold onto whatever you had left. 

Fernando was nearing the edge himself. Sounds of pleasure flowing from his mouth at the feeling of you around him and the hickeys you were leaving. His cock twitched more frequently now, ready to fill you up with his cum. 

“Fuck, baby, I need to cum… please say I can cum in you…” he moaned, one hand wrapped around you while the other still rubbing your clit. 

You nodded once more, too fucked out to speak. A few more harsh thrusts later and Fernando finally came. Streams of his cum painting your walls, causing you to feel warm and full. It was enough to push you over the edge. Your walls practically milking him as the waves of pleasure took over. 

“God, cariño…” he sighed.

Fernando pulled you closer, your head resting against his chest, one hand running through your hair, and the other now tracing along your spine. The only sound was that of your shared breathing, slowly going back to normal. Fernando’s member is still seated comfortably within you, now soft, and some of his cum leaking out of you. You let out soft whines at the feeling. 

“Shh, I’ve got you, cariño. You did so good for me…” he cooed, letting the pleasure subside into the after glow. 

You both stayed that way for a while, cuddled close, enjoying the aftermath of your love-making. One of your hands had now started tracing random patterns into his chest, the other combing through his hair softly. 

“Feeling good, mi vida?” Fernando spoke up, making sure you were ok.

“Yea, just tired…” you smiled, looking up at him.

“Good.” he smiled back, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 

“You’re gonna have to win more races, I missed this…” you admitted, leaving a small kiss on his chest.

“Is that right? Told you I was addictive. Said it when we were rookies in Renault and I’m saying it now.” he smirked, his ego welcoming the admission. 

You laughed at his egotistical remarks, smacking his chest softly, “Don’t ever change, nando.” you hummed.

Fernando’s smirk melted into a soft smile. He loved these moments after your intimate sessions. It was the one time where you were both so true to each other. Talking about memories, making jokes, just enjoying each other’s company. Fernando pulled you closer against him, enjoying the contact.

“I love you, hermosa.” he whispered into your hair. 

“I love you too, querido.” you whispered back, nuzzling into his chest.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes more. Enjoying the comfortable silence. Eventually Fernando slowly pulled out, making you whine at the loss of contact. He chuckled at your reaction. You let out a few more whines at the feeling of his cum now more freely dripping out of you. 

“I think someones needs a bath.” he chuckled.

“Wonder why.” you grumbled.

“Hey, you let me.” his hands raised in innocence.

“Yea, yea. You’re carrying me to the bathroom though.” you knew damn well you couldn’t walk right now.

“Of course, my lady. I will pamper you as you wish.” Fernando laughed sarcastically. 

Slowly he lifted you into a princess carry, making his way to the conjoined bathroom. He set you on the counter gently. Carefully, he removed the remaining bra and panties from you. He made sure to be extra gentle since you were still sensitive. You watched as he filled the bathtub with warm water and added those bath salts you loved. Once he was finished, Fernando picked you up once more, settling into the bathtub with you in hand.

Your back against his chest and your legs between his. Silently Fernando began washing your hair, being as gentle as possible. He left small kisses along your neck.

“Thank you, cariño. You don’t always have to indulge me after a win, you know.” Fernando hummed, making sure you knew he respected your boundaries. 

“I know. I just wanted to do something special for you. It’s been a while since you’ve won a race and… well, I missed you.” you explained. 

Fernando’s heat squeezed at the last part. After so many years of being this close all the time, he knew it was hard for you when you couldn’t see him for a month or more. 

“Should’ve told me sooner. You know I’ll never miss a chance to see you.” he said sincerely. 

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” you hummed, relaxing into him as he continued washing your hair. 

“Good, now relax. Who knows when I’ll feel the need to jump you again.” he chuckled to himself.

Max never really let anyone get close. Sure people in his team knew him well, but they never really knew him. All they saw was the focused and intense driver that only knew two things, how to race and how to win. That was the most anyone saw these days.

Max made sure no one saw the real him underneath those hoodies and jeans he wore constantly. That no one ever saw the lion's mane of his that he constantly cut short so that he’d look normal. That tail he always hid under clothes. His almost golden eyes hidden behind eye contacts. Those ears that now instinctively flatten out so that no one would see them. And the small animalistic characteristics he had, like purring or feeling anxious in areas he’d never been in, hidden by music that kept his senses calm.

As it was, Max already had too much on his plate. The team was in shambles. Their second driver had quit, the backup driver was injured, the car wasn't working like how it used to, and all the pressure was on Max to fight for the championship. All of it weighed down on him like the sky was about to fall if he didn’t win a race. 

Safe to say it didn’t end well. Lando ended up winning the world drivers championship and RedBull was nowhere near close to the constructors championship. Max was beginning to consider that maybe it’d be best if he left RedBull for another more fortunate team like McLaren or Mercedes. But Max couldn’t do it. It’d just be the same rodeo all over again if he just kept switching teams when the going got tough. 

So Max pushed down his complaints and stuck with RedBull. At least now the pressure was shifting off him and onto the higher ups. RedBull needed a second driver. Not some rookie from F2 or another driver from Racing Bulls. They needed a legit second driver that would help Max win points for the team and be good enough for RedBull’s standards.

Max knew that was a long shot. RedBull was an impossible team for new people. They demanded results the moment someone joined the team, nothing less. So Max decided not to get his hopes up. He let the team decide who would be the other driver and he’d go along with it.

Not long before the new season, RedBull finally announced their second driver. You. A female driver who’d been stuck in F2 for years because no F1 team would sign you. It wasn’t that you were bad at driving, you were great at it. The problem was no one wanted to hire a woman, especially a hybrid. 

It wasn’t well-known that you are a hybrid but it didn’t take much research on you to figure it out. Your eyes are a bright green just like a panther, long jet black hair that looked like any other head of hair except for the fact it was very thick, pointed ears that blended in with your hair, and a long black tail. A panther hybrid. 

Max met you at the official meeting where you signed your contract. At first he was very distant, not wanting to get attached to a teammate that might not stay very long. But then he noticed it, the almost glowing green eyes, the ears that you could only see if the light hit them just right, and what he was sure was a tail tucked under your jacket. You were a hybrid too, just like him.

It didn’t take anymore than that to get Max to speak to you. Finally there was another hybrid around, someone he could relate to, someone who wouldn’t tease or hate him for the animalistic characteristics that he never wanted. 

In the beginning, it was slightly awkward between the both of you. Just the occasional small talk in between practice sessions and races. Even if you were a hybrid yourself, Max was still very weary about letting someone into his life. You on the other hand, you were outgoing, energetic, and very confident. Max didn’t understand how you could act so normal despite the circumstances. But then again, no one really knew you were a hybrid. You could hide it much easier than he could and people would treat you normally. Max envied that. 

Then one day, you surprised him. During the season the two of you occasionally shared a motorhome if there were no hotels available, so Max had grown accustomed to your presence. That is until one day he walked out of his room and into the kitchen where you were. On a normal day he would’ve just nodded at you and went about his business. But today was different. You were in the kitchen, making a coffee as usual, but all your features were out.

Your tail was dangling carelessly, ears perked up, and silently purring. Max couldn’t believe that. He couldn’t remember a time where he just let himself relax in his own skin. To let his tail move on its own, purr when he was happy, let his ears perk up like they normally would when he was younger.

From that day on, Max finally decided that it might be ok if he let you in. Over the course of the season the two of you grew closer and closer. Max wouldn’t admit it but he was getting attached to you. You were always so understanding with him, letting him open up on his own accord. You never forced anything on him, just let him tell you when he was ready to open up or even something as small as to let his ears perk up when it was just the two of you. 

It’s been months since then. Max was now accustomed to letting his guard down around you. His ears now moved comfortably, his tail as well, he started to let his mane grow out a little more, and he would even purr around you when he was in a good mood. 

Especially right now with you combing through his mane. It took a while before Max would even let you touch it but now he practically begged you to. He had no idea just how much he’d love letting some brush his hair, cut it occasionally, and even just have hands run through his hair. 

So every Thursday you’d sit on the couch, Max sitting on the floor between your legs, and you’d just take care of his hair. Max loved it a lot. Like right now, you were doing something so simple as combing his hair and he was purring like a house cat, his tail wrapped around your leg happily, almost possessively. You found it adorable but you wouldn’t dare say that to his face.

“Someones in a good mood.” you smiled.

“I like it when you touch my hair.” he hummed between loud purrs. 

You chuckled and went back to combing through his hair, patch by patch. Being that he was a lion hybrid, Max’s hair was very thick, so it took a while to comb through. To which Max now enjoyed the extra time he got with your hands in his hair due to its thickness. 

“Think it’s time to cut my hair again? It’s getting a little long.” Max asked, his hand moving through the strands of hair as if to check the length.

“Let it grow. You’re a lion, be proud of your mane.” you smiled down at Max.

You knew he was still insecure about letting his features show out in the open, but maybe this would be his first steps into feeling comfortable in his own skin. 

“If you say so.” he shrugged. 

As of lately Max couldn’t help but trust your opinion more and more. You made him feel like being a hybrid might actually be a good thing. That maybe someone could actually love him even if he looked like a giant housecat at times. 

Half an hour later you finished combing through Max’s hair. He whined at the loss of your hands in his hair. You laughed softly at his reaction, it always amused you how much he loved you touching his hair.

“Why’d you have to stop…?” he complained, now nuzzling against your leg.

“I can’t comb your hair forever, you know.” you smiled at Max’s nuzzling, he could be so cute at times. 

Silence soon took over the space, calm and comfortable. Max slowly got up from his place on the floor and climbed back onto the couch. He let out a loud yawn as he settled down next to you. You knew what that meant, he was sleepy, and if he was sleepy, he wanted cuddles. 

Carefully you laid back against the couch, allowing Max to lay next you, balling himself up like a common housecat. He let out soft purrs as he got comfortable in his spot next to you, his tail now wrapped around yours, coaxing you closer. Soon enough the two of you were wrapped around each other like two big cats ready for a nap in the sun. 

Max nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. For someone so tough on the outside he was very affectionate with you. You wondered if there was something more to it or if it was the lion instincts of him, the ones that needed the social aspect of a pride. He soon let out more loud purrs, his tail swinging back and forth, still wrapped around your own, and his ears weren’t pinned back for once, instead they stood up comfortably. 

“Are you always this affectionate or is it just me?” you whispered, careful not to burst the tranquil bubble.

Max went silent for a minute, almost debating his answer, “just you…you get me. I trust you. I- I love you…” he whispered against your neck, almost muffling that last part.

You went silent. He said it. He said those three words that you never thought you’d hear and especially not about you. Max’s ears pinned back again, your silence worrying him. Did you not love him back? Did he make you uncomfortable? He started to pull back from his place next to you.

“Hey, you don’t have to do that.” your hand moved back into his hair, slowly moving through the strands once more. 

Max’s ears slowly stood back up again, his body moving back into its former position next to you. 

“You can just tell me if you don’t feel the same. I’ll understand…” he mumbled under his breath nervously. 

“Hey, look at me.” you gently pulled his face out of the crook of your neck. 

Max looked nervous, worried, somewhat hopeful, and confused. Like he was trying to understand his own feelings. 

“I love you too, Max.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. 

Max smiled, a real one, happier than when he usually smiled around you. He nuzzled against the hand that was still playing with his hair, his eyes closed in tranquility, and a set of very loud purrs now emanating from deep within him.

“I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same…” he sighed against your neck.

“C’mon, why else would I spend time helping you with your hair, cooking you extra food, and helping you feel better about being a hybrid?” you smiled. 

Max hummed at that. You had a good point, maybe it was just his anxiety the whole time.

For the next hour the two of you stayed there, cuddled together. It was so comfortable that even you started purring softly, nuzzling against Max’s hair. At some point in the quiet moment, Max started to test boundaries and started leaving small kisses along your neck. Small but sweet and affectionate. You smiled at the feeling of his lips on your skin. 

It took a while but Max finally gathered the courage to kiss you on the lips. A short kiss but it was enough for you. It’d be a while before Max felt ready for anything more so you were just happy he felt this comfortable with you as is. 

“We’d have cute cubs…” he randomly said.

“Slow your roll, Casanova. We’ve only just had our first kiss.” you laughed. Max was weird like that but you loved him for it.

Max also laughed at your reaction before nuzzling back into your neck.

It finally happened, Aston Martin sacked Lance Stroll. Safe to say everyone was both relieved and saw it coming from miles away. But now the next biggest question was, who was gonna take the seat? No drivers were currently out of a seat, which meant AM would have to bring in a rookie. Fernando of course was curious to see who they’d sign, after all his previous teammate was a trainwreck of a driver.

Fernando himself wasn’t too concerned about the new driver. After all he was the senior driver, he was a priority to the team. It wasn’t like the new driver would suddenly take the team by storm and completely change it. He jinxed it. 

Three months before the new season, Aston Martin announced their new second driver. You. A rookie from F2 who was now taking F1 by storm just because of the fact you were the first female driver in the sport. Media was all over the story, other teams eyed the Aston Martin garage with a new found interest, and Fernando was, well, shocked. He wasn’t expecting that big of a move from the team. Yet he didn’t complain, in many ways it was a good change.

Then he actually met you. All 5 feet and 9 inches of tan skin, long raven hair, and an attitude that could kill. Right off the bat he noticed the age gap between you both, 22 years between. He was old enough to be your father, to which the media team liked to use for publicity. They made continuous videos about how he was like a father to you, teaching a young woman the ropes of Formula 1 with open arms.

That couldn’t be farther from the reality. Everyday seemed like you were testing him. During car tests you’d tease him if your laps were just a millisecond faster, you always looked at him like he was a piece of meat, you wore clothes that’d make even the loyalist of men stare, and you’d always find some way to touch him. Whether it was pat on the back or a hand on his waist for a second too long, you always had a hand on him. Fernando summed it up to you just being a touchy person. 

Personally he didn’t wanna believe that his rookie teammate was into him or trying to get him to do something reckless. But it didn’t help that you always seemed to be teasing him. He couldn’t count the times you "accidentally" dropped something and ended up bending over right in front of him. Even the nickname you’ve given him sounded like a tease. He did not realize how much being called “Old man” would affect him. 

Those things alone already made him question himself. Yes, he had morals and knew better than to sleep with a teammate or anything of that sort. Yet he was still a man who couldn’t help the reaction he had when you showed up to the paddock in a maxi dress and stilettos tall enough to make the best of models stumble. He was in big trouble.

Then came Vegas, his least favorite track. Maybe because it was overly flashy and it constantly smelled of cannabis and cigarettes, either way it was never a favorite. But what actually made it worse was you. Vegas fits your vibe perfectly, vibrant, loud, flashy, and oddly sexual. So it was safe to say you were almost unbearable throughout the race weekend. The teasing was at its peak and your ego was through the roof because of your first pole position. 

Then the race came. For Fernando it was racing as normal until the end of it where you stood at the top podium, trophy in hand, and the biggest smile in the world. Your maiden race win. Of course it had to happen in Vegas, it was like the city spoke to you and told you to make Fernando's life harder and his pants ever tighter.

As expected you were out for most of the night while Fernando retreated to the motorhome to hopefully clear his thoughts. He busied himself with business emails and sponsor deals while sipping on some wine he’d hidden in the cabinet months back. He hummed to himself at the quietness and peace he finally had. Just him sitting on the motorhome couch without a teasing teammate there to make him question if it’d be right or wrong to bend you over his car. 

Then the door opened. In you walked, short party dress on and tall stilettos as usual. Your hair was a mess and your makeup was slightly smudged, probably from all the partying. He watched as you practically threw yourself on the couch and pulled your heels off. He tried not to stare and kept his eyes locked on the computer on his lap.

“Still awake, old man?” you teased, your legs now crossed like you were daring him to look.

“It’s not that late.” he mumbled.

“Really? It says 2AM right there.” you leaned closer and pointed at the time on his computer. You smelled like alcohol and that signature perfume that he’d now think of as a warning. 

“Guess I got carried away.” he answered dryly.

“You’re no fun. But I guess you can’t help it since you’re so old.” you laughed, no doubt buzzed at the least. 

Fernando let out a deep sigh. There goes his moment of peace….

You on the other hand just smirked to yourself and got up to get a drink from the conjoined kitchen. At the back of the fridge was a bottle of whiskey you’d been saving for a special event, and winning your first race sure seemed like a special time. 

“Still drinking? Thought you’d be done by now.” Fernando observed, finally looking up from his computer.

“What? Worried you’ll take advantage of me?” you giggled, clearly teasing him again.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Just don’t think it's a wise decision.” he explained.

“And you’re so wise, right? Give me some advice. Should I continue teasing you for the rest of the season or should I test how much I can do until you break tonight?” 

There it was, the blatant confession that you were testing him, teasing him until he couldn’t handle it. Fernando stayed quiet at the question. 

“Seriously? You’d think an old guy would jump at the opportunity to sleep with someone as young as me.” you whined.

“I have morals, you know.” Fernando grumbled.

“Those include getting hard when I pat you on the back or when I suck on a lollipop?"

Fernando paused. You noticed. Of course you did. 

“You’re not slick, old man.” you laughed, he was too easy to tease. 

Silently you grabbed your glass of whiskey and walked back to the couch. This time straddling Fernando’s lap, pushing his computer away. You smirked at his face, shocked yet aroused. Then you felt something poking your ass, it didn’t take an idiot to figure out what it was. Your smirk widened at that. 

“Gonna keep fighting it, old man?” you asked teasingly, taking a sip of your whiskey.

Fernando stayed silent, his hands stuck to the couch, and his resolve wavering. This was a really bad idea and he knew it. But he couldn’t get the thought of bending you over the couch out of his head. Punishing you for all the teasing you’d put him through. 

“Must be thinking really hard in there. Guess I’ll help speed up the verdict.” 

Fernando didn’t get a chance to think about what you said before he felt a hand on his bulge, squeezing and feeling him up. He let out a groan at the feeling.

“Made a decision~?” you smirked.

“Fuck- yea, yea, I did…” he gasped, your hand continued to rub him through his pants.

“Good. I thought I’d have to start stripping or something.” you laughed. 

Fernando didn’t respond but rather pulled you down for a hungry, desperate kiss. He forced his tongue into your mouth, exploring hungrily. You moaned in response, your body now grinding against him, seeking that friction. Your hands started exploring, feeling up his chest. The glass of whiskey now forgotten on the side table.

“Fuck…you’ve been planning this huh?” Fernando asked as he pulled away for air.

“More or less.” you replied, now leaving kisses and nipping at Fernando’s neck. 

“Well it worked,” he sighed. 

“You’re easy. Now are we doing this or what?” you pulled back from his neck, your eyes full of desire.

“Yea, you win.” he relented, his hands raised in surrender.

“Finally.”

You pulled Fernando in for another hungry kiss, your hands now focused on pulling off his shirt. Fernando’s hands, similarly, were now pulling up your dress, the kiss separating for a second so he could take the dress fully off. He took a second to take you in. Tan skin, curves he imagined feeling, and tits he dreamed of squeezing.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeuos…” he whispered. 

“You’re not so bad for an old guy.” you whispered back before yanking his shirt off. 

Fernando leaned back in to start leaving marks across your neck and collarbone, his hands roaming your body freely. Your hands were now wandering lower, toying with his belt, while you continued to grind against him, needing that sweet friction. He bucked his hips in response, the heat between you both growing exponentially.

“I need you…” he breathed.

“So do I..” you agreed.

Silently the both of you start grabbing at the last pieces of clothing still on. One of his hands unclipped your bra while the other pulled your panties down. Meanwhile your hands were busy pulling his pants and boxers down, exposing his throbbing length. You took a second to take it in, it’d be a tight fit for sure. One hand reached down to pump him a couple times. Fernando groaned at the feeling.

“Don’t tease me now-” he whined.

“Dirty old man, needing to fuck your younger teammate.” you teased, your hand continuing to pump him, your thumb rubbing the tip.

“You started it…” he exhaled steeply.

You didn’t get a chance to reply before Fernando pulled you back in for another kiss. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer so that your pussy was right above his dick, teasingly rubbing against it. You whined at the feeling of his tip teasing your folds. 

“You’ve teased me for far too long. Now you’re gonna be a good girl and take it, got it?” he demanded, his voice now gruff and full of need.

“Yes-” you responded instantly, the need taking over your thought process.

Fernando didn’t take it slow, instead he pulled you down hard, his dick pushing into you greedily, filling you up to the brim. He groaned loudly, one hand moved to squeeze one of your breasts while the other gripped your hip. He set a punishing pace, almost fully pulling out before driving himself back into you. 

“Fuck- Fernando~” you moaned.

“Yea, you like that? Take it, all of me.” he whispered in your ear. 

One of his hands reached down to rub your clit, making you squeeze him. 

“That’s it, taking me like such a good girl…You’re gonna cum all over my dick and then I’ll make you do it again.” he groaned. 

You couldn’t respond, just let out more loud moans and cries. The tip of him kept hitting the spot that made you see stars every time. Your nails were now digging into his back, leaving crescent moon like marks behind. Fernando kept the pace up, not wavering for a second. His mouth left a series of bites down your body before reaching one of your breasts. He wrapped his lips around the nipple and sucked hungry, nipping and biting at the sensitive peak. 

Your head flew back at the pleasure, one hand now buried in Fernando’s hair, gripping it tightly. You were so close, on the very edge of ecstasy. 

“Fer- Fernando, I’m close… I need to cum-!” you cried out, burying your face in his neck. 

“That’s it, cum for me. Cum all over my dick, pretty girl.” he groaned, the feeling of your walls squeezing him so tightly making it hard to focus. 

Those words alone threw you over the edge. You bit Fernando’s shoulder as the pleasure took over, one waver after another. And he just kept going, pounding into you mercilessly. Your orgasm had long passed but he kept going, chasing his own high. You let out whines and sobs at the overstimulation, your walls fluttering around him. Not much later did you feel him twitch within you, a talltail sign he was close. 

“I’m gonna fill you up and you’re gonna take it, chiquita.” he whispered in your ear gruffly. 

You moaned at his words knowing he’d do it. 

“You like the sound of that don’t you? My cum leaking out of you and it’s gonna stay there.” he continued. 

You nodded against his shoulder and let out more sounds as the oversensitivity got stronger. Fernando groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him again. After a few more rough thrusts, you felt him twitch, and then the feeling of his cum filling you took over. You whined and nuzzled deeper into his neck. You felt full and overstimulated. Fernando kept thrusting into you until he was sure all of his cum was deep inside you, some of it leaking out onto your thighs and his balls. 

“That’s it, take it all… Good girl…” he groaned, finally pausing his movements. 

The two of you sat still for a few minutes, catching your breath after the intense moment. Fernando was still fully seated within you, occasionally twitching, causing you to whimper. One of his hands was now running through your hair while the other rubbed your back calmingly. 

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that for months…” he sighed, now satisfied. 

“Dirty old man…” you chuckled.

“Like I said, you started it. I just took advantage of the situation.” he laughed.

“So I was right about you taking advantage of me.” you smirked.

“You’re not very buzzed anymore, I think it was a mutual decision.” he said matter-of-factly.

“Mututal decision? I’m not the one who pulled me onto his dick.” 

Fernando paused. 

“Alright, fine. You win. But I’m not done with you.” he smirked. 

“Oh?-” you were cut off by Fernando suddenly picking you up. 

In a brisk walk he took the two of you deeper into the motorhome, eventually arriving in his room. Unceremoniously, he dropped you onto his bed. He stood there for a few minutes, taking in your disheveled state, and his cum that was now leaking out of your sensitive pussy.

“Dios, you look good enough to eat. I need a taste.” he mumbled to himself.

You didn’t get a chance to process what he just said before he was kneeling before you, his hands spreading your thighs apart as he dove his head between your legs. His tongue lapped at the mix of his cum and your liquids like a man without water. The sensitivity caused you to try and close your legs, only for Fernando to hold them open, keeping you in place.

You felt as he pushed his tongue inside you, effectively eating you out properly. He groaned at the taste. His other hand started rubbing your clit, this time more gently. He stayed there for a while, lapping at your juices and making you feel good. He enjoyed the sounds of your pleasure and the feeling of your hand that was now tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands.

“Fernando…I can’t…I'm gonna cum again-” you whined. 

“Good. Cum for me, I wanna taste all of you.” he hummed against you.

You gripped his hair tighter, the heat bubbling within you getting strong. It didn’t take long before you were seeing stars, those waves of pleasure crashing down hard on you. Fernando kept going, his tongue gathering every drop of you. Eventually he pulled back. He looked almost drunk on you, his mouth a mess. 

“Delicioso, cariño. I could eat this pussy everyday and never get tired of it.” he sighed, leaving one final kiss on your folds before climbing back up, now staring down at you. 

You looked up at him, inspecting his now messy hair, glistening mouth, and desire filled eyes. 

“My turn, querida. On your knees.” he whispered into your ear.

You whined at the command, already exhausted from the past events. Slowly you climbed off the bed and sank to your knees in front of him, now between his legs. 

“Come closer, querida. I wanna fuck these gorgeous tits of yours.” he coaxed. 

You nodded and moved closer toward him. He reached a hand down in front of your mouth. 

“Spit” he commanded.

Obediently you spat onto his hand. You watched as he used the same hand to pump himself a few times, his length already hard again. 

“C’mere, cariño. Wrap those tits around me.” he urged you.

Once again you nodded and used your hands to push your tits to wrap around his cock. He groaned at the feeling. 

“Good girl. Now sit there and let me enjoy these beautiful breasts.” he sighed.

You looked down at his cock that was now wedged between your breasts. Fernando soon starts thrusting in and out at a fast pace. He watched as his precum spread onto your tits, creating a liquidy sound as he thrusted in and out. You took his tip into your mouth every time he thrust back in, your saliva adding to the mess now forming on your chest. 

“Fuck- this might be the best blow job I’ve ever had…” he groaned.

Not much later did Fernando’s cock begin to twitch once more. You knew he was close and squeezed your tits tighter around him, making him moan. Soon enough ropes of his cum splashed all over your chest, dripping down your breasts. He moaned at the sight of you covered in his cum. 

“God…I’m gonna be addicted by the end of tonight.” he muttered to himself.

Fernando pulled you back up onto his lap, now enjoying the mess he left on you.

“I think we're in need of a bath, don’t you think?” he yawned.

“Me especially.” you chuckled.

Fernando nodded and picked you up once more, walking into the conjoined bathroom. He filled the tub with warm water before climbing in, still holding you against him. Once inside the tub he moved your body so that your back was now against his chest, and your legs between his. 

“We are doing that again…” he sighed in gratification.

“Like I said, you’re a very dirty, old man.” you smirked, turning your head to look at him.

“You enjoyed it, don’t lie. Now rest, you’ll need it. I plan on fucking that tight pussy of yours on the flight back to Monaco.” he hummed, like he didn’t just say the dirtiest thing in the world.

Heavy breathing filled the room as you and Max came down from your high. Max pulled you close onto his chest like he always did after the both of you had sex. He was sweet like that. You cuddled into him, enjoying the calm moment of peace away from the raging storm of Formula 1 outside the hotel walls. 

That is until Max’s phone started ringing, he groaned and turned to grab it. Before he could answer the phone you looked at the screen and saw Kelly’s name flashing. Immediately your brows furrowed. You and Max’s relationship had started off as friendly teammates, until the both of you got drunk one night and ended up sleeping together. That was the beginning of your friends with benefits relationship.

At first you were against it considering Max was in a committed relationship with Kelly. But eventually he talked you into it. He said it’d be good for the both of you to let off steam throughout the season. But throughout that time you both spent together, you started to like having that constant comfort and intimacy. Max liked the fact that you, being his teammate, understood how it felt to deal with the world of F1. So Max decided to take you out to dinner to talk about it. That’s where Max agreed to break up with Kelly so that the both of you could stop sneaking around. Yet somehow she was calling him right now. 

“Why's Kelly calling you? I thought you broke up with her already.” You pulled away from Max and turned to the ringing phone.

“It’s not that easy…I can’t just break up with her out of the blue. You know how she is with her social media.” Max stammered out, the phone still ringing in his hand.

“That’s not what you said over dinner. You showed me the breakup text.” You crossed your arms and glared at Max’s nervous face.

“Look…Babe, it’s not easy for me. I’ve been with her for a while, I can’t just break up with her over a text.” Max explained.

“Then why didn’t you break up with her when we were in Monaco? She was there.” you retorted.

“Babe…look I love you, I really do. But I love Kelly too-” you cut him off.

“You still love her!? Where was that when you bought me flowers, took me to dinner, fucked me in your car!?” you got off the bed and started grabbing your clothes off the floor.

“Lex…don’t do this. You know I love you. It’s just complicated, alright?” Max got off the bed. He watched you angrily grab your clothes, his thoughts couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving right now. 

“Complicated!? I was right, I never should have agreed to any of this. I knew it was wrong and yet I let you talk me into it…” your anger had started to fade and sadness was setting in but you weren’t gonna let him see that. Quickly you started pulling your clothes back on, back facing Max.

Those words stung. Max knew he shouldn’t have talked you into it in the first place. But now he was stuck between loving both you and Kelly. And now you were seconds away from walking out the door. He didn’t think twice before taking a few steps and wrapping his arms around you from behind, pulling you close to him. He loved having contact with you, and right now he needed it. He could feel your heavy breathing and could tell you were still pissed. Max started leaving small kisses along your neck, it usually calmed you down after a bad race. 

The moment you felt Max’s lips on your neck all the emotions you were trying to keep in exploded. Your hand made contact with Max’s face before you realized it. Max took a step back, his hand coming up to rub where your hand had hit him.

“Fuck you, Max! I’m tired of your bullshit. Better call Kelly back because I’m making the decision for you. We're done.” Without another word, you finished getting dressed and slammed the door on your way out. You could care less about what Max felt or was thinking. 

Deep down you knew this wouldn’t workout since the beginning. Max had been with Kelly for years. Why would he leave her for his teammate of just over a year? It was a stupid thought. Then you paused. Where were you walking? You were in the middle of the hotel hallway. That’s when you remembered Carlos’ room was only down the hall from Max’s.

You took a deep breath before continuing your walk down the hall. Eventually you stood in front of Carlos’ door, you didn’t even know if he was there. Slowly you raised your hand and knocked on the door. You stood there for a minute, it was too quiet. Maybe he wasn’t there after all. Before you could take a step the door swung open and there stood Carlos, his hair kinda messy, and his eyes looked bleary.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, no, cariño- Well I was sleeping but you don’t have to be sorry.” Carlos observed you for a second. You looked a mess. Your clothes were rumpled, hair tangled, and you looked like you were about to cry. 

“Cariño? Are you ok? Come in.” he opened the door wider to let you walk in. Carlos followed behind you. 

You slowly walked into the room and sat on the small couch. You didn’t even bother saying anything, just rested your elbows on your knees and looked at the floor. Carlos walked over and sat next to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let you do what you needed to do. You didn’t think before wrapping your arms around Carlos and letting it out. 

If it were anyone else you would’ve felt weird about crying into their shoulder. But with Carlos, it was different. You practically grew up with Carlos after all. You were mentored by Alonso who was friends with Carlos’ dad, Sainz Sr. The two of you had memories of playing together in Carlos’ backyard in Spain and playing tag together before karting races. Over time the both of you grew a strong bond together. Carlos was the person you trusted most in your life. He was like your rock. He was always there when you needed him

Just like today. He wouldn’t ask questions or deny you comfort, he just sat and let you get your emotions out, like he always did. He knew you’d talk to him once you felt ready. You hated talking through tears. Slowly, Carlos wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He lifted a hand to run through your hair, it always calmed you when you were younger. 

A couple minutes later your crying slowed and turned into sniffles. Carlos let out a sigh of relief, he never liked seeing you cry, but then again most people didn’t like seeing others cry. A minute later you lifted your head from the crook in his neck. Your eyes were slightly red and there were tears sliding down your face. Carlos moved his hand to wipe away the tears with his thumb.

“Feeling a little better, cariño?” he asked softly.

“Yea…still feel like crap though.” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“Wanna talk about it…?” he asked, a hand now rubbing your back,

You nodded and Carlos stayed quiet to let you talk.

“Well…I told you all about Max and I’s relationship. He was supposed to break up with Kelly but…” you trailed off.

“But what?” 

“Well we just finished…you know what…and then his phone rang and it was Kelly. I don’t wanna go into detail but he admitted that he still loved her and that he couldn't just break up with her for me. Then he kept saying that he loved me and I was getting dressed when started kissing my neck- I just felt disgusted and- and… I slapped him…” you mumbled the last part.

Carlos went silent for a minute, thinking over what you said. He never really approved of your relationship with Max. He thought it was a bad idea since you told him about it. That didn’t matter now. Max had royaly fucked up (which Carlos would deal with later) and now you were more than bothered by it. Without realising it, Carlos cupped your cheek with his hand. 

“You deserve better than him. Max is an asshole. Forget about him. You need someone who will choose you and only you. Not Kelly or some other woman.” Carlos stated.

He wanted to say more but now really wasn’t the time for his feelings. It wasn’t like he’s been in love with you since F2, right? Not like he’s been ready to beat the shit out of Max since day 1 of your relationship with him. Wait. What was he thinking about? He’s supposed to be helping you, not thinking about his feelings for you. 

You took a minute to consider Carlos’ words. You knew he was right, he was always right. Everytime you got into a relationship he would voice a small problem he found about them, which would turn into the end of that relationship down the road. You let out a big sigh and nuzzled your face back into his neck.

“But it’s never just me is it? Max chose Kelly and to be honest I’m starting to see how stupid that was…and my other relationships…it's like I’m never enough. I’m great at racing but apparently I can’t hold a fucking relationship!” the tears were coming back and you knew it. 

You were bad at love, simple as that. 

“Cariño, look at me.” Carlos grabbed your chin and made you look at him. 

The tears were forming in your eyes again, he could see it. Your eyes were already red as is. He hated it. He’d seen this time and time again, and each time it killed him to see you like this. If only you’d wake up and see that he was right there. Waiting. He was just too much of a coward to say anything. Yet he was also the one who said a man should chase the woman, not the other way around. What an irony. 

“You are beautiful, you are smart, you are one of the greatest women I’ve ever known. If all those other guys are too blind to see it then fuck them. But to me, you are perfect.” Carlos couldn’t believe he’d said that.

Immediately he turned away from you. He shouldn’t have said it, you were vulnerable. You were going through a breakup and he was confessing his love for you. Carlos closed his eyes and waited for your response, although he wouldn’t be surprised if you’d rather go back to your own hotel. And then he felt your hand on his cheek. 

“You really mean that don’t you?” you asked.

Carlos nodded slowly.

“Always have…” he mumbled.

You gently pulled him to face you. His eyes were soft like they always were but this time they looked worried. Like at any moment you’d push him away and tell him that you didn’t feel the same. But there was something else, it was that look he always gave you. The same one you just assumed was his content face. But now it was so clear. It wasn’t his content face, it was his love face. He’d loved you the entire time and you would've never noticed if not for what he just said. All the dinners, the drinks, the movie nights, every single moment the two of you spent together wasn’t him spending time with you because you're his best friend, it was him spending time with you because he was in love with you. 

Carlos didn’t know what to think. You hadn’t said anything or made a face, just stared at him like you could see through him. He didn’t know if that was good or bad, maybe both. He couldn’t tell. But it was freaking him out.

Then you started leaning closer. Now he had to be hallucinating. This wasn’t happening. This was just another one of his cruel dreams that maybe you did like him back. Before he could pinch himself your lips were on his. It took him a few seconds to realize that this was all real and that you did have feelings for him.

Not a single thought later before he returned the kiss. His hand moved into your hair to pull you closer. The kiss was soft and loving, like a homecoming that should’ve happened years ago. Carlos closed his eyes and let himself feel it. Your lips were so soft, just as he thought. Softly he nipped at your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. Wordlessly you opened your mouth slightly, allowing Carlos’ tongue in.

The kiss became more intense but it didn’t lose its meaning. At this point you were in Carlos’ lap, practically straddling him. Eventually you pulled away to catch your breath, a string of saliva still connected you both. Carlos tugged you into a hug, his face buried into where your neck met your shoulder.

“I’ve waited so long to be able to do that…” he whispered. 

Another minute of silence came over the room before Carlos pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“Can I…?” he asked, his eyes starting at your lips.

“Yes…” you whispered back.

Slowly Carlos leaned back in to kiss you. This was one was more passionate but filled with feelings. His tongue danced with yours and his hand was tangled in your hair again. You let out small whimpers between kisses. Carlos’ other hand began to roam your body gently, feeling your curves and every tiny imperfection that he loved. 

Carlos loved the noises you were making. It reassured him that you wanted this just as much as he did. His hands moved from their spots, now moving under your thighs so that he could pick you up. Wordlessly you understood and wrapped your legs around his waist. Carlos stood up with you in his arms and walked to the bed. He sat on the edge of it, letting you straddle him. His hands began roaming once more, one lingered at the edge of your shirt. He pulled away from the kiss.

“Are you ok with this?” he asked softly. He never wanted to pressure you, especially right now.

“Yea, I’m ok.” you replied, nodding your head.

Carlos let out a sigh of relief and let his hand wander under your shirt, feeling your bare skin. Slowly he laid you on the bed. Careful he settled himself above you, his knee in between your thighs but he didn’t attempt to do anything more for now. Carlos started leaving soft kisses along your neck, no marks yet. 

Your hand reaches to card through his hair. You always loved playing with his hair when you were younger. Carlos would always let you braid or even just play with it. He loved it. Carlos let out a soft moan as he felt your hand in his hair. The hand that was under your shirt began to push it up.

“Can I take this off?” he whispered next to your ear.

You nodded, too out of breath to respond. Carlos smiled and used both hands to pull up your shirt. You lifted your arms to make it easier. Soon enough you were left in a bra and jeans. Carlos threw the shirt somewhere in the room.

“You’re so gorgeous…” he mumbled.

His hands continued to roam your body, now more bold as his confidence grew. You leaned back in for another kiss that Carlos eagerly returned. It didn’t take long before his hand reached around to unclasp your bra and throw it along with your shirt. He pulled away to trial kisses down your body. He reached the valley between your breasts but didn’t touch yet. Just left kisses around the area, like he was worshipping you.

He looked up at you, silently asking for permission once more. You took his hand and placed it on your breast. Carlos took a steep breath in before allowing himself to squeeze and feel you. You started to let out more frequent and louder moans at the contact. While one hand was busy, Carlos wrapped his mouth around your other nipple. Softly he sucked and nipped slightly. 

You let out more sounds that Carlos couldn't get enough of. Soon he switched to the other breast, giving it equal attention. He looked up at your face, watching as you closed your eyes from pleasure and bit your lip. Your hand pulled at his hair which made him moan around your nipple.

He kept going back and forth until he decided he’d teased you enough. Carlos leaned back up to kiss you deeply. His hands went lower and began unbuttoning your jeans, slowly and carefully. Yes he wanted you but that didn’t mean he wanted to rush this. Once your jeans were fully unbuttoned, Carlos started pulling them down. Your breath hitched, realizing just how intimate the situation was now. Now you were just left in your underwear. Carlos gently pushed your legs apart and settled himself between them.

He reached a hand down between your legs, through the fabric of your underwear he rubbed your folds. You let out a high pitched whine.

“Carlos- I’m sensitive. It wasn’t that long ago that Max and I…” you trailed off not wanting to bring up the earlier events.

Carlos pulled his hand away immediately. 

“It’s ok. We can stop if you want. We don’t have to do anything today or even tomorrow.” he spoke softly, his hand was now rubbing the top of your thigh softly.

“No, no…I still want to but…I’m just really sensitive…” you explained.

“That 's ok, cariño. We can go as slow as you want.” he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You nodded back, “ok…”

“Ready?” he asked to double check.

“Yes.” you answered more confidently this time. 

Very slowly Carlos reached back down between your legs. This time he rubbed you very gently to test your reaction. You let out small whines and moans but nothing alarming. Carlos took that as the green card and hooked his fingers into the band of your underwear and started pulling them down. Finally you were fully bare and exposed for him to see. 

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen…” he whispered in truth and as reassurance.

Carlos began trailing kisses further down until his head was between your legs. He looked up at you to make sure you were ok. Once he made sure he closed the distance and left one big lick from bottom to top. You let out a loud moan from the feeling. Carlos hummed against you and began licking and sucking you gently, only wanting to give you pleasure. You kept letting out sounds of pleasure. One hand was tangled in his hair and the other gripping the sheets beneath you.

Carlos took this as a sign you were ready for more and used his hand to spread you open. With you spread open, he dug his tongue deeper into you. He moaned at the feeling of you squeezing around his tongue and the taste of you. 

“Carlos- I’m close~” you whined.

He hummed and continued his movements. Every move was specifically to bring you pleasure. He felt you tightening further and knew you were close to the edge. Carlos inserted two fingers into you and began pumping them in out simultaneously whilst he ate you out. That was enough to push you over the edge. 

“Carlos-!” you screamed, your hand tugging harshly on his hair.

He didn’t move away though. He kept his tongue inside you so that he could taste every bit of you as you came down from your orgasm. Eventually Carlos moved away from his spot between your legs. His mouth was glistening with your liquids. He looked sinful in a way you thought you would never see. Carlos moved back up to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 

“Think you can handle more?” he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.

You nodded, unable to speak after the intensity. Carlos nodded and reached to take off his shirt. You’d seen him shirtless so many times but this time was much different. Now you are going to see everything. It didn’t take long before Carlos was fully bare before you. Your eyes roamed his body and eventually landed on his erection. You gulped slightly, he was bigger than you expected. 

Carlos watched as you took in his appearance, he wanted to tease you but maybe another time would be better. He reached for the bedside drawer and dug around until he realized he didn’t have a condom.

“Uhm…cariño, I don’t have a condom…” he explained, his voice sounding disappointed.

“It’s ok, I’m on birth control..” you reassured him. 

Carlos immediately brightened up again. He nodded and settled his hips back between your legs. He spread your legs slightly wider to make sure he could be as close as possible to you. You could feel the tip of him rubbing against your entrance, it made you let out a loud whine. Carlos noticed and reached down to guide himself to your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked 

Once again you nodded. Slowly Carlos began pushing into you, inch by inch he filled you up. You let out more whines and moans as you adjusted to his size. Your arms wrapped around his neck to hold him closed. Once he was fully seated inside of you, he paused, waiting for you to tell him you were ready for more. 

After a few minutes you nodded against his neck. Carlos took a breath in before he pulled his hips back slightly and pushed back in gently. You let out another set of moans at the friction and so did Carlos. This was the first time he got to have you and he was determined to savour it. Carlos kept up that slow space only pulling out slightly before thrusting back in slowly and deeply. 

Your nails dug into his back and your hand yanked at his hair. The earlier orgasm made you much more sensitive and now that he was moving within you, you weren’t sure how long you could last. Carlos felt your walls clenching around him as you moved and he knew your sensitivity was still high. He slowed down his pace even more to draw it out, though he did shift his hips to a different angle. The new angle hit the spot inside you that made you see stars. 

“Fuck- Carlos~ right there…” you moaned as he began moving once more. 

Your moans were cut off when Carlos caught your lips in another deep kiss. He kept the pace slow and deep as much as he could. The tip of him kept hitting that spot perfectly making you moan everytime. Carlos pulled away from the kiss and began nipping and sucking along your neck, now leaving marks. 

“Carlos…I need more.” you whined as the slow pace became too little.

He nodded and increased the speed, still making sure to hit deep. Your moans grew louder and you clung to him tighter as the intensity grew. You felt him twitch inside you and you knew he was getting close. The pace steadily increased causing your walls to squeeze Carlos harshly, he moaned at the feeling. 

“Cariño, I can’t last much longer… cum with me..” he whispered against your neck.

You yanked his hair in agreement. Carlos picked up the pace even more, trying to push the both of you over the edge. One particularly hard thrust against that specific spot sent you hurdling over the edge. Your walls squeezed Carlos tightly again causing him to cum as well. You felt as his cock twitched and soon the warm filling of his cum filled you. You moaned at the feeling, it was the best thing you had ever felt. 

The two of you laid there in silence for a while. Basking in the after glow and catching your breath. Carlos kissed your forehead and the rest of your face till he made it to your lips. It was a gentle and loving kiss, one that he had longed to have with you forever. You pulled away to catch your breath and nuzzle into his neck. Carlos wrapped his arms tightly around you, he was still fully seated within you. 

After a while you began to feel the over sensitivity from Carlos’ place within you. 

“Carlos…could you pull out…?’ you asked weakly.

He nodded, slowly and carefully he began to pull out of you. He paused every time you made a face that even looked like you were in pain. Eventually he was all the way out of you. Carlos took the opportunity to roll over and pull you on his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair and basking in your warmth. You clung to him and took in his scent of distinct cologne and now sex. 

“I should’ve told you years ago..” Carlos murmured into your hair.

“Nothing better than the present.” you replied.