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.✦ ݁˖ date ──── Apr. 11, 2026

.✦ ݁˖ a/n ──── Enjoy this quickie while I’m in the corner, severing ties with my writing demon, because my drafts are filled with unfinished business. Booo writer’s block 😠👎🏻

“STAY,” SAYS LANDO in a sleepy voice, tightening his arm around her waist.

The morning light filters through the gauzy curtains in soft beige tones, bathing the bedroom in a warm glow that feels like a gentle embrace from the sun itself. It’s the second raceless weekend in a row, which means no cameras, engines or schedules pulling them from the quiet of their bed.

They lie together under a rumpled blanket, naked bodies pressing close to each other, their skin still carrying the faint musk of last night’s sweat. The material is smooth to the touch, worn cotton textured like chicken fluff that is heavy enough to trap the heat between them but light enough to let the morning air tease at the edges of it.

“Let go,” she insists, copying the same tone, “I wanna shower.”

Lando’s eyes flutter open to find her face inches from his. They are as clear as an untouched lake in the light of day, giving him a look far too angelic for the thoughts that are running through his mind right now. His curls framing his face like a halo and his lazy smile add to the same narrative, but she knows better than to fall for it.

Well, again. Once was enough, and now she’s here, heart bursting with joy every time she catches sight of the small dimples on his cheeks.

Her hair fans across the pillow like snakes, a few strands catching on his stubbled jaw as he shifts. Judging by the way she looks at him, Lando has a pretty good idea of what she might be thinking, and he’s ready to bet that he is the focal point of that thought, so he mumbles something incoherent and she responds with a small whine, her lips parting to let out a chuckle. Which is the perfect opportunity for him to seal his mouth to hers in a lazy kiss.

His lips are warm, slightly chapped from the dry air in the hotels he’s been living in, brushing over hers with tenderness. The girl shighs into him, her breath still holding a faded taste of mint from the toothpaste they shared before collapsing into bed. It does not take long before he deepens it, wanting more — so much more, always —, their heartbeats syncing in a buzz that echoes through their ribcages.

Blindly yet knowing its way around, her hand slides up his back, fingers digging into the firm muscles there, feeling a subtle flex while he tries to bring her closer, as if there’s still physical space left between them that he hasn’t covered. Because of that, the blanket shifts with their movement, the fabric rasping against their skin and making a sound similar to the ocean waves before a storm. Her breasts press more insistent to his chest as a result, nipples hardening against his pecs.

Lando’s hair is slightly damp from sweat-dried sleep, the smell of his shampoo blending deliciously with his natural scent while it tickles her forehead as he angles his head to get a better taste. He whimpers silently when her teeth graze his lower lip instead of giving him a verbal warning, a needy sound that travels straight into her mouth, forcing her to echo it with a whine of her own.

“Mmmh, you’re so warm,” he breathes against her lips, letting the words slip in between nips and sucks without breaking the kiss.

She hums in agreement just as their tongues tangle intimately, exploring with a heated slowness that makes her pulse race faster and cause her thighs to squeeze together under the blanket. Feeling her intention, Lando’s hand starts roaming her side, palm tracing the curve of her hip with a patience that sends shivers across her skin and leaves goosebumps behind.

The kiss intensifies with each passing second, inhales and exhales coming faster, whimpers punctuating the wet sounds of their mouths. Her heart hammers in her ears like a drum, and she feels his matching it, strong beneath her palm on his chest. It sends her crying softly when he pulls back to nip at her jaw, then returns to devour her lips, the eagerness building like a slow-burning fire.

Entranced by her wordless responses, Lando’s free hand drifts lower, slipping beneath the blanket to trail down her stomach. Sure of what he’s about to find, his long fingers part her thighs gently, seeking the warmth between her legs. He doesn’t need to think, just circles her entrance with a featherlight touch, then slides one finger inside, intending to coax her completely awake with pleasure. But she winces instead, an unexpected hiss escaping through her lips as pain flares around the area.

Lando freezes, his eyes snapping fully open. Any trace of sleep vanishes in an instant and he withdraws his hand immediately, concern painting subtle lines across his brow as he pulls back in order to search her face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” his voice stays low but it’s noticeably urgent, the same hand now resting protetively on her thigh. “Did that hurt? Did I hurt you?”

She bites her lip at the same time her body is slowly coming down from the interrupted intimacy. “No, I…” she trails off, trying to catch her breath, “I must be a little sore, that’s it,” the girl admits, her voice soaked in lingering need. “From last night,” she explains.

“Oh,” he nods, wetting his lower lip.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

Lando’s expression softens, the sudden tension easing from his shoulders. He leans in to place a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her temple, his lips brushing with care everywhere they touch her skin. The blanket settles around them in a comforting weight once he gathers her closer without putting unnecessary pressure, now that he’s aware of the damage he’s done.

“I’m sorry,” although his voice is tender, there’s a small trace of pride underneath that she cannot miss. “I should’ve been more careful.”

The girl shakes her head, hand finding his on her thigh, squeezing reassuringly. “No, baby, you were fine,” she says before correcting herself, “So, so good, actually. Amazingly good.”

He smiles, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Can’t argue with that, if you can feel me hours later… but I don’t want to hurt you. Ever.”

“Alright, don’t sound so smug about it,” she rolls her eyes, making him smile even wider.

“I said I was sorry, didn’t I?”

“And the look on your face says just that, liar.”

“Let me make it up to you then, hm?” suggests Lando, pressing his lips back on her temple. His voice drops to an intimate whisper, eyes searching hers for permission the moment he turns to look at her again. “Soft and slow, whatever you need.”

“There’s no need to. I’ll be fine after a warm bath,” she insists, but Lando can easily notice a hint of reluctance in her eyes; the same eyes he knows so well when they are filled with desire but too proud to ask for more.

Lando’s gaze holds hers for a fraction too long, managing to reveal her honesty with a knowing smile.

“But I want to,” he assures her. “Please?”

Before she can protest any further, Lando dips his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck, his facial hair scraping lightly against her sensitive skin in ways that seem to be sprinkling fireworks in its wake.

The morning light continues its lazy dance across the room, highlighting the shine of his broad shoulders as he moves lower, then lower. His lips trail between her breasts, lingering on the swell of each, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her. She arches slightly, fingers threading into his curls to hold him there for a while as she breaths in, just to enjoy the feel of his mouth. One inhale later, Lando continues kissing down her stomach, smiling at the faint tremor in her muscles and the way her abdomen contracts under his touch; he is absolutely sure that even if he were blind, he’d still be able to read her.

Her scent grows stronger as he descends, an intimate reminder of their night’s… excesses. Firmly, he pauses at her hips, hands sliding to each side of her body, grabbing her thighs and, with gentle pressure, Lando spreads her legs wider, settling between them on his knees. What awaits him there is just the proof of both his skill and her lust: her folds flushed a deep, rosy shade, swollen and tender from the hours of relentless thrusting and grinding that had left her spent. The skin around her entrance bears faint marks of friction, a subtle bruising that speaks to how thoroughtly he’s had her, stretching her limits until dawn.

He parts her with his fingers, carefully watching as her core pulses in a rhythmic throb that imitates her heartbeat, slick with arousal despite the soreness. She’s so wet, contrary to what she’s just affirmed, the evidence glistening in the sunlight, even as her body protests the ache.

Leaning in, Lando’s breath fans over her pussy in tiny breezes, then he blows against it but he doesn’t dive in yet. He knows her curves like the corners of his favorite circuit, and is painfully aware of what her body needs. Taking his time with her is the best strategy here, drawing out the anticipation to amplify everything that follows. He wants her orgasm to crash over her like waves against the cliffs, powerful and all-consuming, devastating even, turning her into someone desperate for the release only he can give.

A fix that hits every nerve.

At once.

So he starts slow, agonizingly so, lips brushing the crease where her thigh meets her hip, kissing the tender skin there with tiny presses. He nips careful at the flesh, then soothes with his tongue, tracing small circles that make her hips twitch involuntarily, even though he’s not nearly close to where she wants him.

“Come on, Lando,” she squirms beneath him, a pronounced whine escaping her throat.

He ignores the sound for now, focusing on the subtler cues: the way she tenses, her thighs seeking to clamp around his head, and how her fingers are blindly searching to fist the sheets. Lando’s mouth wanders higher then, kissing the crease just outside her folds, so close that she can feel the heat of his breath on her clit but not the contact she craves. He returns to her inner thighs after that, sucking lightly until her skin blooms pink, marking her with affection rather than the usual possession.

The room fills quickly with the quiet sounds of his devotion — wet smack of kisses, her deepening breaths and the rustle of the blanket as she starts stirring impatiently. Lando has to hold her down with both hands, his thumbs stroking soothing patterns on the undersides of her thighs, anchoring her to him as he keeps teasing; he knows the delay winds her higher, turning every touch that will follow into the most delicious experience that no god could ever offer.

Finally, when her body arches off the bed, he goes in. He sticks his tongue out, wide and relaxed in order to flatten it against her from entrance to clit in one long lick, covering as much of her as possible. Her texture is velvet-soft under him, swollen and as responsive as always, her wettness coating his taste buds with a tangy sweetness that makes Lando hum in approval.

“Oh, shit,” she gasps, legs quivering as they keep trying to close, but he keeps them parted, repeating the same motion in broad strokes that lap at her pussy without hurry, making sure to stimulate every inch of it.

After the initial shock, his tongue explores the outer lips, tracing the edges before delving inward to gather her essence with skillful swipes. He feels her pulse against his mouth, a deep throb quickening, her body opening to him like a flower in the sun the moment his lips seal around the most sensitive spot to suckle gently, drawing out more of her slickness.

“Right there, fuck…” she cries out, hips bucking subtly as her whines turn to breathy pleas.

He appreciates her guidance, but Lando tunes into her physical feedback instead. The flutter of her inner walls is everything he needs in order to adjust himself when he nears her clit, and the way her toes curl once pleasure spikes supports his assumptions. He zeros in there, mouth hovering before applying a steady suction directly to the swollen nub, pulling it between his lips with enough pressure to make stars burst behind her eyelids. Her back bows once more, and he releases her from his mouth slowly, tongue sliding up and down the peak with a flat press before building again.

Rinse and repeat: suck, hold, release, lick, each cycle pushing her closer to the sweet edge.

In her ecstatic state, she thinks that Lando has never eaten her out this good before, but it’s because he knows her too well, and this time around is supposed to feel different. The man who’s taken her apart with rough hands and relentless thrusts is now piecing her back together with gentleness. His fingers join occasionally, not penetrating but circling her hole, dipping just the tip inside to feel her clench before withdrawing, all while his mouth keeps soothing her in the most sweet-agonizing-hot-euphoric-tears-inducing way.

The soreness fades under his undivided attention, transmuted into molten heat, her insides pulsing with need and not the same pain from earlier.

“Please,” she inhales sharply, fingers twisting in his hair. “Need it… harder. Suck it harder,” sweat beads on her skin as she guids his head more into her.

Lando’s own arousal stirs, his cock hardening against the mattress. “That’s good, baby,” he pulls back for a breath of air, enough to whisper hotly, “Grind on my tongue like that. Show me how you need it.”

He resumes the same rhythm the moment she moans again, tongue delving deeper this time, lapping at her slit where her arousal pools thicker every time he goes back for more. He savors the way she surrenders to him, all the discomfort melting into liquid heat inside his mouth. Each wide stroke covers her entirely, from the tender outer edges to the slick channel as he works his jaw to coax the pleasure out of her.

Her breaths come in pants by now, the walls of their bedroom echoing with wet sounds and a lot of sobs.

“The fucking mouth on you, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begs, hands grabbing fistfuls of his curls to keep him between her legs while, in the meantime, her thighs lose their stability around his shoulders.

Lando obeys without second thought, nose brushing her clit every time his tongue thrusts shallowly inside her, curling to tease her sensitive spots. The pressure becomes too much in a blink of an eye and, soon, her hips begin to shake instinctively to chase the friction, grinding against his face in desperate rhythm.

Feeling her impatience, a smile curves Lando’s mouth, the smug expression buried between her legs but felt in the way his cheeks dimple against her clit. At that, he sucks harder, tongue flicking in tandem, teasing the underside before flattening wide again, collecting every tremor from her aching body. It makes him groan against her pussy like a savage animal, the buzzing of it sending fresh sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine.

He tries to adjust his position again, preparing himself for what he’s setting her off to, gripping her ass to hold her in place. His thumbs move on instinct to spread her wider so he can bury his tongue deeper. At the new angle, her whines grow louder, muffled only by the press of his head between her legs. He can feel her tightening as she nears the edge, and the throbbing only spurs him on, his own arousal spiking at the thought of making her shatter like this, with nothing but his tongue playing at her clit.

When it hits, it’s a privilege to drink her in, the flood of her wettness coating his chin, then running down his wide neck, warm, like spilled coffee. A rich and unfiltered essence that he laps up greedily, prolonging the bliss to make her release all the more devastating.

Uninterrupted series of moans fill the air, her walls clenching around nothing as pleasure spills out of her, accompanied by her hips jerking erratically. Each contraction sends jolts of bliss radiating outward that Lando swallows with an asphyxiated groan. Her body shudders violently as she rides the peak, fingers still locked in his curls, holding him there through the aftershocks that ripple endlessly.

Her pleasure fuels his, the intimacy of holding her through it until his knuckles turn white making Lando’s heart race as much as his cock. So he doesn’t let up, sucking gently to claim every last pulse, until she slumps back on the bed, all spent and glowing; he lingers there for a moment longer, pressing tiny kisses to her heated skin.

Finally, when he lifts his head, his face is flushed as if he ran a marathon, lips and chin glistening with her slickness like it’s some sort of prize. Drunk on her, Lando places one more kiss to her inner thigh before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and settling beside her, cupping her hip.

“Fuckin’ love it when you feed me breakfast in bed,” his smile turns into a playful grin as he brushes his nose against her cheek. “How about some coffee now?”

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🔸️ date ──── Nov. 12, 2025

🔸️ a/n ──── I know it’s been a couple of months and this is barely enough, but I’ve been facing the horrors, my friends, and they persist (both physically and mentally). I’m trying to go back into writing one-shots, but the updates might come a bit slower, because when I’m not around, my writer mind is plagued with scenarios and schemes for the book I’m (still) attempting to get to a complete first draft. It’s... a lot of work, but thank you for being so patient with me. Next update coming soon (hopefully) 😁🤞🏻

📍 A secluded cove on the Costa Brava, Spain

IT BEGAN TO rain in the morning, and by lunchtime, it became clear that the weather had settled on a mood of its own. The sound of raindrops against the windows has become the rhythm of the day, shattering any hope they had of spending at least a few hours on the beach before their vacation ends and having to return to real life.

The resort they are staying at looks beautiful even under grey skies, though. Pale stone walls glisten wet, and beyond the balcony, the palm trees bend lazily with the weight of the storm.

Inside their room, curtains sway lazily with the evening breeze, blending the smell of salt from the sea outside with the smell of sex from the hours they’ve spent tangled in each other, since they couldn’t find another activity to keep them busy. Although they tried to watch a Spanish movie that was on, but quickly got bored of throwing incorrect translations at each other.

She lies against him now, her body looking like a beautiful wreck of exhaustion, skin warm and newly tanned. She’s draped in one of his white shirts, though it does little to hide the curve of her thighs or the heat radiating off her still.

Lando knows he should let her sleep. There is still plenty of time until dinner, and the fact that they’ll have to wake up early to catch their flight is just another reason why they both need to rest. They’ve been at it all afternoon — he swears it wasn’t his intention, but can’t complain either — and the faint pink marks his fingers left on her hips remind him just how rough he can get in the haze of her pleas.

Truth be told, his cock hasn’t stayed soft for longer than a couple of hours at a time since they arrived. One glance at his girlfriend, seeing her sweaty and ruined by him, and he’s suddenly hard again, obsessed with the way she falls apart under his touch. Again and again, no matter how many times he had brought her to this state before.

A small smile curls at his lips as he lets his hand slip under the hem of the shirt. The skin of her stomach is silky smooth, hot and familiar, but lower, his fingers graze the sticky mess he left buried inside her. It makes him sigh quietly, her face distorting in pleasure being the only image his mind can still project.

Careful not to wake her yet, Lando nudges her knees apart, making more room for himself between them. The sight alone has him swallowing hard, her thighs parting for him like instinct. His heart kicks in his chest, but it isn’t nerves. At this point, it’s pure madness. He lives for worshiping her, keeping her full, reminding her times on end that no matter how needy she gets, he’ll always be there to take care of her.

When he’s close enough, her scent hits him full force, sweet and dizzying in the way it makes his mouth water like he’s been conditioned to; he is sure nothing in the world tastes that good. She lingers on his tongue, in his lungs, in every heartbeat that stumbles when she’s near. It’s the way she’s so deep under his skin to the point it turned him into someone who forgets where he ends and she begins. He’s simply transfixed by the sight of her, used and wrecked, already stretched by the thick weight of him, and he has to remind himself that he can still be a man who knows restraint, even when every part of him is aching to give in. It should make him feel guilty, but then Lando remembers all the times she begged him to fuck her harder, and any trace of guilt evaporates under the memory that gives him goosebumps every time he recalls it.

She did this to him without even trying, and he let her.

Would let her again.

Would let himself fall from grace, if it meant she’d smile when he landed.

Gently, with the kind of patience only she brings out in him, he drags a finger up her slit, gathering every bit of slick that’s leaking from her. He has to bite back a whimper in the process, forcing himself to stay quiet in case she stirs. Then slowly, he eases one finger inside, and the reaction is instant: her body clamps down on him like she’s been waiting for it all along, pulling at his finger with such greedy tightness it makes his breath catch. As a reaction, the girl lets out a soft cry, but she doesn’t fully wake.

Knowing he’s running out of time, Lando leans in, mouth parting, and presses his tongue flat against her swollen folds. The same taste that haunts his dreams floods his senses now, both salty and sweet and achingly familiar, a hum of relief coming out of his throat. The sound vibrates through her, makes her hips twitch subconsciously, pushing closer to his mouth as if even in this in-between state, she knows he won’t fail to make her see stars.

Lando closes his eyes, lost to the sensation of her warmth and softness coating his tongue. He licks long stripes along her clit, soothing the soreness he left behind with tender strokes. Every little squirm of hers drives him deeper into that madness, unintentionally causing him to crave more of her: more sounds, more reactions, more proof that she’ll always be his most intoxicating obsession.

Gradually, his breath kicks up, his cock straining painfully against the mattress as he grinds down, just trying to take the edge off while he devours her; the faint whisper of his name on her lips only fuels him further.

Her thighs quiver, then close around his head, wanting to keep him there forever as if it is his home, his safe place.

Lando chuckles against her, but he pries them back open with firm hands on her inner thighs. “Nah, baby. Keep ‘em wide for me.”

And then he’s there, his tongue pushing into her, splitting her open with one goal in mind. She gasps, moaning properly now, fingers darting into his curls, tugging at them with desperation that makes his heart race faster. The more she pulls, the harder he works, flattening his tongue, swirling it, lapping up everything she gives him.

Her voice is music in his ears, breaking on his name, “Lando. Fuck… Lando, please.”

He grins, pulling back to rasp, “There she is,” half growl, half praise, before he dives back in.

This time, he presses his plump lips against her gaping hole, sealing around her with no way of missing anything. And sucks. Hard. His stomach flips, the taste hitting him like a punch: the sharp tang of her arousal, mixed with the saltier remnants of his cum he’d left inside her. It’s borderline obscene, too intimate, and it makes him whine like he’s the one being pleasured.

She cries high in her throat, arching up into his mouth, her body trembling under the assault of his tongue working deep, pulling every drop out of her. Once he’s satisfied and makes sure he can’t gather anymore, Lando lifts his head from between her legs, his lips shining like a blanket of stars on a clear midnight sky. Then he moves fast, bracing himself above her, his curls wild, pupils blown wide with mischief. He opens his mouth and lets the slick he’s been savoring pool on his tongue, then spits it straight into her waiting mouth. She gasps at the heat of it, half-moaning the second he immediately crushes his mouth against hers in a kiss. It’s messy and frantic, spit and cum and her own taste shared between them, their tongues tangling with want that borders on desperation.

He too cannot abstain from the mess between them, moaning as loud into her mouth, gripping her jaw with one hand to keep her there, tasting every bit of the filth they’ve made together before parting slightly.

“Swallow,” he rasps.

She would’ve swallowed on instinct anyway; is second nature by now.

The girl attempts an inhale but chokes, her back arching off the sheets, legs wrapping around his waist. “Come here,” her voice cracks with anticipation, body trembling with desire in every cell. “Get inside, since that’s how you wanna wake me up,” she talks fast, her hand fumbling between them, searching blindly, until she finds him heavy and flushed, aching in her grasp.

It takes nothing more than her guiding him, tugging lightly, for Lando to line himself up with ease. Her body’s ready, dripping from all his teasing, and the moment his tip nudges her opening, it’s like they both break at once. She welcomes him in, her cunt swallowing the thick length, inch by inch.

Lando almost sobs deep in his chest, forehead dropping against hers as he bottoms out, fully seated inside her. His hand instinctively trails down to her neck, fingers tracing its fragile outline, squeezing as he pulls out, only to thrust back in with much force. There’s no patience left in him, and no room for gentleness. The wet sounds of him sliding through her tight heat fill the room, mixing with her breathy moans. Every time his cock hits that spot deep inside, her cry pitches higher, her nails clawing into the arm that keeps her in place, in order to anchor herself.

He shudders, teeth gritted, his thick head dragging perfectly against her sweet spot. He knows it’s only a matter of time before he loses it. Before her walls pull the release out of him and he stuffs her full all over again. The thought alone has his hips driving faster, chasing that inevitable end with every needy thrust.

“Can’t get enough of you,” Lando growls against her lips, his thrusts powerful enough to rattle the frame beneath them. “How am I supposed to go back to work after this?”

Her nails dig further into his bicep, head tipped back against the pillow. “Quit,” she jokes, but Lando still nods in agreement, leaning to steal another kiss.

It turns messy fast, her whimpers slipping out of her throat the moment he thrusts so deep that the bed continues its protests with every snap of his hips.

“Fucking take it, baby,” he pants, voice breaking, “Get your favorite thing, just like that.”

“You’re my favorite thing,” she mewls, her palms cupping each side of his face, pressing her thumb into his lower lip to catch his attention.

The honesty behind her words wreck him. Lando falters only for a heartbeat, his cock throbbing violently inside her before he lets go, the rush hitting him like a tidal wave. White-hot euphoria floods out of him, so hard that it leaks between their joined bodies, dripping down her folds while staring at her face as if seeing her in a new light.

The girl doesn’t break until the very end, her orgasm ripping through her just as he starts to pull out, leaving only his swollen tip stretching her entrance. Pulsing and spent, he holds it there, letting her gush around him, then groans as he pushes back inside a couple more times in order to guide her through it. It’s everything he needed, and more, collapsing against her chest, sweaty and breathless.

She kisses his temple softly, listening to how his breathing evens out, little by little, his hand absentmindedly tracing the slope of her side. As a response, Lando hums with satisfaction, cheek pressed against her skin, eyes sparkling up at her like she’s the only thing in the world.

It would be perfect if she doesn’t immediately push at his shoulder, making him grunt as she twists to reach the nightstand.

“Pardon, where’s your heart? Kicking me off already?” he teases, watching her rummage blindly until her fingers close around a small pack of cinnamon drops.

She smirks, tearing it open and popping one into her mouth before holding the next to his lips. “Not yet,” she replies, voice muffled as she snuggles back against him. “Getting rid of the taste of us before I start craving round… six? That’s crazy,” she laughs. “Should we just accept we’re feral cave people now?”

Lando smirks, sucking on his drop before asking, “Would you rather play sudoku?”

“I can kick your ass at sudoku very well,” the girl shoots him an immediate look.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a nerd,” he shrugs.

“And what about it?”

“Nothing,” says Lando, his eyebrows raising for a fraction. “I think it’s hot.”

Acting on instinct, his long fingers move to brush along her temple, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The touch is gentle, a small act of innocent love after the avalanche of dirty scenarios that crossed his mind just a few minutes ago; she does that to him. He guides her closer then, until her head finds its place against his bare chest, where his heartbeat thunders steady beneath.

It’s quiet for a while, but then she shighs, pretending to think. In reality, this thought had plagued her mind since the very first day they arrived here. “I don’t wanna leave this place,” she whispers, disturbing the stillness.

Lando can’t answer right away. He’s still too caught up in her and the aftertaste of their connection, content to just hum in return, a soft sound that barely registers in her ears. However, the way he keeps tracing his fingers along her side, tells her everything she needs to know. It’s almost absentminded, the way he touches her, memorizing her in silence, even though his gaze is somewhere far away, not lost, but lingering in that quiet space between satisfaction and exhaustion.

The girl tilts her head to look at him, a faint smile appearing on her face. “Lan? You woke me up like that only to fall asleep on me now?”

His mouth twitches, its corners lifting just a little. “Mhm... sue me.”

She laughs, her hand finding his, fingers brushing along his palm before she laces them together. He squeezes back for a fraction, the pressure of it reassuring.

“We’re still getting dinner later, right?”

With his eyes closed now, Lando lets out a breathy chuckle, “Didn’t you just eat?”

It takes her half a second to register what he means, and when she does, her cheeks flush instantly, blooming a warm, embarrassed red. “Lando,” she warns, mortified but trying not to laugh.

“Don’t blame me?” he says innocently, even though he’s grinning now, “You walked right into that one.”

She drops his hand with a huff only to smack his chest, hard enough to make him flinch and laugh out loud. “Disgusting, disgusting man!”

“Alright, mate. No violence,” he’s twisting away from her swat but too tired to actually escape.

“Stop being an idiot then,” she fires back, though the way her lips fight a smile betrays her.

He finally rolls onto his side to face her, his grin softening into something that looks a lot like gratitude and affection. “Don’t worry, I made reservations,” he says, voice a little rough, exhaution still clinging to the edges of it.

She frowns. “You did?”

Lando nods. “Somewhere nice. So don’t think you’re getting out of wearing that red dress you packed.”

Before she can argue, he’s already tugging her closer to him once again, one arm slipping around her waist. He kisses her gently and unrushed, trying to stretch the moment out as far as it will go. Her fingers curl around his neck, the world outside their little bubble disappearing every time he kisses her like that. And when he finally pulls away, it’s only by a breath, their warmth lingering between them like a string neither of them wants to let go of.

“Thank you,” she says, and Lando knows it goes deeper than him being thoughtful. It’s for all the small things he’s learned without her ever having to say them. For communicating without words.

Thank you for noticing.

Thank you for listening.

Thank you for remembering.

Thank you for making space for me.

“Always.”

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The light summer breeze played with your hair as you drove down a quiet, lonely road somewhere far away.

You and Lando had decided to take a little trip after the race — somewhere sunny, because after all the ski getaways, he wanted warmth. You didn't argue. You hated the cold.

You smiled, soaking in the heat on your face, sunglasses perched on your nose, one hand lazily hanging out the window, letting the wind slip between your fingers.

Your gaze dropped to your lap, where one of Lando's large, veiny hands rested on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, lazy circles into your skin. Soft country music hummed through the speakers. You looked over at the driver's seat, fully mesmerized by the boy beside you.

He looked so good. Tanned skin, fresh haircut, clean-shaven face. You reached over to brush your fingers through the back of his hair. He melted into your touch, tilting his head back slightly with a soft smile.

He glanced your way.

"You look happy," he said with a grin.

"I am." You smiled, warm and easy. He looked back to the road, but you kept talking. "I'm with you. You're calm. You're happy. There's nothing more I could ask for."

He reached for your hand, cheeks dusted with the faintest blush, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a gentle kiss. You laced your fingers through his.

"I love you," he said. "You were my biggest rock this year. And I couldn't be more grateful."

Your heart swelled. "I'll always be here for you, pretty boy," you murmured, brushing your hand across his shoulder.

But your touch didn't stop there.

Your eyes lingered on his arms as your hand drifted lower. That stupid tank top — the one that always made it way too obvious how big his arms really were. You bit your lip, fingertips grazing along the curve of his biceps.

He felt the shift instantly.

"What are you doing, beautiful?" he asked, suspicion laced through amusement.

"Nothing. Just admiring how hot my boyfriend is." You shrugged, voice innocent.

"Mmm, I fear you've got unholy thoughts in that head of yours."

"Would I be that see-through?" you teased, voice dipping lower as your hand slipped toward the waistband of his shorts. "I mean... can you blame me?"

"Sweetheart, stop." He shifted in his seat, adjusting slightly.

"How long's the drive?" you asked, toying with the string on his shorts now, fingertips brushing over it deliberately.

"We're not even halfway there, honey—" he gasped, shooting one hand out to catch yours mid-motion. "Pace yourself," he warned, voice sharp with tension.

"That's so long," you whined. "I need you now..." you whispered, leaning closer, lips brushing his ear.

"Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that, baby, but we have to keep moving."

You grinned wickedly. "Then just keep driving."

"What?" he asked, brow furrowed — but you were already unbuckling your seatbelt and tugging at the strings of his shorts.

"Baby, no—fuck—" he gripped the steering wheel tighter as you started to tug down his waistband.

"Are you gonna help me out here, big boy?" you asked, looking up at him, bending over the console with a smirk.

"Fuck—" he muttered, glancing quickly at the road, then laughing breathlessly as he lifted his hips. "You're impossible, you know that?"

You smiled as you pulled his shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion.

His cock was already half-hard as you wrapped your hand around him, stroking him lightly, your lips brushing against his ear.

"You've got one job now, handsome," you whispered teasingly, making him suck in a breath. "Keep your eyes on the road and don't crash." You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

You lowered your head, exhaling softly over his dick — it twitched at the sensation.

"Come on, baby— you're killing me," he whined.

"You just won a fucking Formula 1 championship and you can't handle a little teasing?" you asked wickedly, flicking your tongue across his tip.

He groaned, one hand shooting out to tangle in your hair.

"You're making it really hard to concentrate right now, baby," he gritted, shifting in his seat.

"Really?" you taunted, stroking him slowly. "You could concentrate when it was raining like hell," — you licked a stripe up his shaft — "you could concentrate when Verstappen was breathing down your neck..." You continued, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his length. "And now you're telling me you can't handle this little distraction?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake—" he growled, impatience bleeding through. "Are you gonna suck my dick or just keep running that smart little mouth of yours?"

His grip tightened in your hair.

You grinned up at him, biting your lip. "Ah, there he is."

"As you command, my champ," you murmured, before finally taking him into your mouth.

He moaned instantly, the sound hitting low in his throat as your warm, wet lips wrapped around him.

You started slow, swirling your tongue around the veins running along his shaft. One hand worked what your mouth couldn't take, your movements deliberate, teasing.

You began to bob your head slowly, his fist in your hair guiding your rhythm, helping you move just a little faster.

"Ah, yes— that's it, baby. So good..." he moaned above you, his head falling back against the seat even as his eyes stayed locked on the road.

You glanced up at him from the corner of your eye — he looked wrecked. Eyes dark with lust, lips parted, breathing hard, trying to keep it together.

The sight only made you hungrier.

You pushed forward, taking more of him, moaning softly at the weight and taste of him.

"Oh god, yes— fuck," he gasped, his hips starting to twitch forward.

The moan that spilled from your throat vibrated around him, and it must've hit just right — he suddenly pressed harder on the gas pedal.

The car bumped from the sudden jolt, making you choke slightly around his length.

"Shit— you okay?" he asked quickly, glancing down at you.

You nodded, eyes watery but determined, never slowing your pace.

His hand relaxed slightly, fingers gently brushing through your hair now, voice rough as he murmured, “Good girl…” lightly guiding your head up and down.

“Taking me so well. God, you’re so fucking beautiful like this— all eager…”

He glanced down at you, moaning.

“Choking on my cock. You love this dick, yeah?”

You moaned in response, moving your head faster, the praise making your whole body pulse.

Your hands gripped his thighs tightly, grounding yourself as you picked up the pace.

“Oh, fuck, yes—” he groaned, his hips starting to move in sync with your mouth.

“God, you’re so tight—fuckkkk—”

Spit was dripping down your chin, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was making him feel good.

You loved this side of him—completely losing control, unraveling under you.

You took him deeper, your throat tightening as you gagged slightly, the sound making him gasp.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck— that’s it, baby,” he moaned, voice wrecked.

“I’m gonna come. You’re gonna swallow it, yeah? You gonna be my good girl?”

You moaned in response, tears stinging your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and nodded, still bobbing your head, still moaning around him.

“Oh fuuuck—” he growled, holding your head down as his hips bucked a few more times—

—and then with a guttural moan, he came deep inside your mouth.

You swallowed everything.

He was panting above you, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other resting on the steering wheel.

You smiled as you gave him a few soft kitten licks, then kissed his sensitive tip before tucking him back into his shorts.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and sat up just as the car rolled to a stop.

You blinked in confusion, only for him to suddenly grab the back of your neck and kiss you hard—breathless and greedy.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against your lips.

You giggled, dizzy with satisfaction.

“You’re really the woman of my dreams,” he added, kissing you again, softer this time, over and over like he couldn’t stop.

“Well… you aren’t too bad yourself,” you teased, brushing your fingers along his cheek.

“At least you didn’t crash.”

He laughed, reaching out to tuck a messy strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah. Barely.”

He kissed you once more before you settled back into your seat and buckled your seatbelt.

He looked over at you with that dumb, dopey smile of his.

“Can we continue our trip now?”

You smirked. “I don’t even get why you stopped.”

“Fuck—” he laughed, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours again.

“Just wait ‘til we get to the hotel,” he warned, voice low, leaning closer.

“You’re gonna beg for mercy, baby.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you asked, eyes locked on his.

“You’re impossible,” he whispered on your lips, kissing you tenderly.

“You’d hate me if I weren’t,” you murmured, pecking him one last time.

“True,” he smirked, shifting back into his seat. The engine purred to life again as he started driving.

I still remember the day he won.

It was magical. He was the happiest I had ever seen him.

He’d worked his whole life for that moment.

I still remember the smell of champagne, the confetti in my hair.

I remember how he kissed me — tears running down his face — whispering “thank you, thank you,” like I had done it for him.

I was so proud of him. He deserved it more than anyone.

We celebrated for almost two weeks straight.

But we didn’t care.

This was something worth celebrating.

We were on cloud nine.

We were the happiest people on Earth.

We were in love.

We thought nothing could stop us.

How naive we were.

It was loud.

The party was loud.

Everyone was cheering for Lando.

It had been three weeks since he won the World Drivers’ Championship.

I smiled at him as he danced with his friends, a drink in my hand, something bubbly I didn’t even remember ordering.

He looked good.

The title looked good on him.

Too good, maybe.

And I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

I used to smile at fans. Take their gifts, hand them to him, pose for their pictures.

But lately… it wasn’t the fans that made me uneasy.

It was the models. The actresses. The celebrities.

The ones who looked at him not like a driver, but like a prize.

And the worst part? Lando liked it. A little too much.

I tried to talk to him about it. About how I felt.

But he always brushed me off with some cocky, half-laugh.

“Come on, can’t a guy enjoy a little attention these days?”

And I was happy for him. God, I was.

But sometimes it felt like he was chasing their attention now, and forgetting mine.

Tonight was no different.

I watched as a tall, model-looking girl approached him.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I didn’t need to.

Her hand was on his chest. Her lips near his ear.

And when she bit her lip, I knew she wasn’t asking where the bathroom was.

My chest tightened.

I hated this.

I trusted him. I did.

But it was hard to ignore his hand resting gently on her hip.

Fuck that.

I stood up and walked over, fury in my eyes.

When he saw me, there was a flicker of guilt in his.

“Sorry,” I said with a venomous smile. “Can I steal him?”

I looked at the girl.

She gave me a once-over with a smirk.

“Um, no,” she giggled. “We’re having a conversation.”

Her hand slid lower.

“Yeah, honey, I don’t fucking care. Leave my man alone.”

I grabbed Lando’s wrist and dragged him out of the club.

“What the fuck was that?” he snapped, turning me around once we were outside.

“That?” I shouted. “What the fuck were you doing? Flirting with that model, putting your hands on her like you’re single?”

I gestured wildly. “Lando, let me remind you — you have a girlfriend. ME.”

“I know!” he shouted back. “But fuck, you’ve been like this ever since I won. You can’t just be happy for me. You’re always yelling, always accusing me of something. So what if I talk to other people? It’s not like I cheated on you.”

Tears welled in my eyes.

“I can’t be happy for you? Are you fucking serious right now?”

“I cried when you won! I’ve celebrated you for three weeks straight!”

I grabbed his hands.

“Lando, those people don’t love you. They love your title. They see the fame, not you.”

He looked away. And then he said it.

“Yeah, well… nobody really loved me before I was WDC. Everyone only wanted me after I won.”

I stepped back.

Shocked.

I saw it — the instant regret in his eyes.

“Are you fucking serious?” I gasped. “I — I loved you through everything.”

“From your first F1 win, I was there. When you were struggling with McLaren, I was there. When you were breaking down over Oscar, I held your hand.”

“I brushed your hair. Took your phone away when the hate got too loud.”

“I loved you since forever.”

A single tear slid down my cheek.

“And now you act like I mean nothing.”

My voice softened, shaky.

“I know it’s a lot right now — the press, the fans, the attention.

But I’m scared you’re starting to lose yourself.”

He said nothing.

Just stared past me.

Then finally, he shrugged.

“Alright. I’m sorry. Can we go back in now?”

I laughed. Breathless.

He still didn’t get it.

“No. Actually… no.”

I crossed my arms. He looked at me, really looked now. Worried.

“I think I’ve had enough. I can’t do this anymore.”

“What? Like… the party?” he asked, confused.

“No.”

“This.” I pointed between us. “I think we should break up.”

His eyes went wide.

But only for a moment.

Then came the smug smile.

“Then go. You’re free to leave.”

He pointed to the street.

I bit my lip, nodded.

“Alright. Have fun, Lando.”

“I will,” he replied, grinning.

He thought I wouldn’t go.

But this wasn’t the man I fell in love with.

This was someone fame had poisoned.

So I walked.

Tears streamed down my face, legs weak, heart aching.

I wanted to turn around. I wanted to run back into his arms.

Let him break me again if it meant he’d hold me just once more.

But I couldn’t.

If I stayed, this would eat me alive.

And then — I heard footsteps.

Fast.

“No—no, no, please. Stop.”

He grabbed me from behind, arms around my waist, pulling me close.

“I’m sorry. Please,” he mumbled, kissing my neck.

“I’m such an idiot. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. Fuck, baby—please don’t leave me.”

His voice broke.

I felt the tears on my skin.

“I can’t do this without you. I need you. I don’t know who I am without you.”

He buried his face into my neck.

I almost gave in.

Almost turned around, wiped his tears, kissed them away.

But I couldn’t.

He would burn me alive if I stayed.

“You should’ve thought about that before you destroyed us with your ego,” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

I gently unfolded his arms from my waist and walked away.

He didn’t follow.

He knew when I was serious.

And this time… I was.

So he stood there.

Frozen.

Watching me disappear into the dark.

He may have won everything.

you were new to the escort world. you mostly served as a date for older men, occasionally dancing at stag dos and birthdays, sometimes more. 

you liked it well enough, and it paid well. it was a good way for you to get through university. 

you were lounging on the couch when you got a call from your agency.

“hello, how are you doing?” your manager asks you.

“i’m doing alright, did you have another appointment for me?” you return. you were told to call the meetings “appointments” made them sound less like what they were.

“well i wanted to ask you something. we have a very high profile client asking for a new girl, but it’s more than you’ve done before.” she starts, piquing your interest.

“right.” 

“i know you’ve done some private dances before and such, but i wanted to make sure that was ok with you before slotting you in.” 

“yeah that’s fine.” a million thoughts running through your head. who’s the client? would you know them? how much would you make?

“he may ask you to go further, but you don’t have to, whatever you’re comfortable with.” she continues, reminding you.

“yeah, that’s fine, i’ll be happy to do it.” you’re giddy. this was the first high profile client you’d been offered.

“whatever happens, let us know and we’ll bill him for it all. he also likes to invite friends occasionally, and he pays for them too.” 

this was getting better and better. you found yourself hoping that it wasn’t weird old men.

“just let me know the date and time and i’ll be ready.” you respond.

“alright perfect, and wear the black dress.” you had a lot of black dresses, but only one was the black dress.

you conclude your conversation and hang up the phone.

you go to your closet and pick it up. to call it a dress was generous. but based on your conversation with your manager, it wouldn’t be on for very long.

the top part was like a bikini, tying up behind your neck. the skirt barely covered your ass. it would definitely expose you if it shifted or rode up. 

but guys loved it. it made you look more desirable than anything else you owned. 

it meant you didn’t wear a bra, but when you did private dances, that didn’t really matter. they all wanted to see your bare chest anyway.

-

the day had finally come. saturday night. the car was almost there to pick you up. 

you check your makeup in the mirror for the last time, adding the final layer of setting spray.

you knew this look was going to have to last. 

you leave the bathroom, grabbing your purse and strapping up your heels. 

finally you put in your massive coat, hiding your outfit to the outside world. 

you get into the car waiting for you, and the driver pulls away. 

you have no idea where you’re going, but you know that the driver will be outside the entire time, and if anything goes wrong, you can call him up with a small button you keep in your purse.

your manager hadn’t given you much more information. just the date and time, and how you should do your hair and makeup. 

the client was a complete mystery. 

you feel the car slowing and you’re pulled up in front of a hotel. 

“i’ll be in the lot if you need anything, the room number is 314.” he says to you, looking in the mirror. 

you nod and get out. you’re so nervous. 

you get inside the hotel and make your way towards the elevators.

you get one to yourself, and push the button for the third floor.

you’re tapping your foot to distract yourself, hands fiddling with your purse. 

you get off the lift on the third floor and make your way to 314. you knock on the door, your curiosity eating you alive. 

your shocked when the door is opened to reveal lando norris.

“hello.” he says, looking at you. “come in.” he gestures towards the room.

you’re so gassed. finally no more ugly old men. this was how you knew you made it.

“you don’t mind if i have my friend here, do you?” he asks as you spot carlos sainz lounging on the couch.

you set your purse down to the side.

“no, that’s quite alright.” you smile at him. “it’s a bit hot in here, don’t you think?” you smile, dropping your coat to the floor. 

“dios mio.” carlos says as he admires your figure. “they sent a good one this time lando.” he’s looking over at his friend. 

lando looks you over, smirking. he was very pleased with his purchase. 

“would you like a drink love?” he asks, moving towards the fridge. 

“oh no that’s alright.” you smile at him. you weren’t allowed to get drunk when working. 

he gets two beers for himself and carlos, and moves to the couch, sitting down.

“you gonna dance for us angel?” lando turns on his speaker, putting on some music. 

you dance by yourself first, letting yourself get immersed in the music.

after you’ve warmed up for a few songs, you move over to the men. you touch lando first, and then go after carlos.

i feel the rush, addicted to your touch.

you sit down in lando’s lap, straddling him and grinding on him. your fingers rake over his chest. you make eye contact with him, licking your lips.

you give him a wink as you get up. you move over to carlos. you sit down on him, your back to his chest. 

you lean forward with your hands on your knees. you grind your ass against his crotch, letting him see everything. 

his hands roughly grab your hips and you lean into it. your dress was riding up, revealing your thong underneath. 

“carlos be nice. we don’t even know what she’s down for.” lando looks over at you. you smile at him, continuing to move against his friend. 

“i’ll do almost anything you want me to.” you have that sweet look on your face. trying to look seductive. 

i like girls who make love, but i love girls who like to fuck.

lando exchanges a look with his friend. 

“you’ll suck him off?” carlos asks you, looking at your face over your shoulder. 

“would you like that lando?” you get off of carlos, moving in front of lando. you sink to your knees, positioning yourself between his open legs. 

“i don’t think i told you my name.” he smirks at you. “you know who i am?” you nod. 

“i bet she gets off on it.” carlos laughs. you bite your lip nervously. 

“well since you’ve been so good to us so far, i’ll let you suck me off.” lando unzips his pants. he moves them down his hips along with his boxers. 

his cock is almost fully hard, springing free from his underwear. 

you kick your lips in anticipation, moving towards him. 

you swirl your tongue around the tip, looking at him to see his reaction. 

he throws his head back before returning to look at you. he wants to see you suck him off. that pretty mouth around his cock, how could he not?

you take him in your mouth, gagging as you hit the base. 

lando’s hand moves to your hair, grabbing it in a fist. 

he guides you with his hand, moving you up and down his shaft. 

“god. so beautiful.” he groans, unable to look away. 

you look at him with wide eyes and he can’t help but move you faster. the way you look at him drives him crazy.

almost as crazy as your mouth makes him. the feeling of his cock hitting your throat was amazing. he couldn’t help but wonder what your cunt would feel like.

“shit cariño.” carlos is watching you, fascinated by the scene in front of him. you’re unsure if he’s talking to you or lando.

lando moves his other hand to your cheek. rubbing circles with his thumb. 

“she’s perfect carlos. you have to try.” he throws a glance to his friend before returning to you. 

he loved the shape of your mouth. he loved watching his cock slide in an out. he was bewitched by you. 

he starts to move you faster. still letting you swirl your tongue around the tip

he’s put over the edge and finishes down your throat. 

you can feel him twitching. it makes you even more wet. you swallow all of his load, licking your lips after he pulls out. a string of saliva connecting you before you swallow that too. 

“shall we take her to the bedroom carlos?” lando looks over at his friend. 

you untie your top, letting your tits spill free. 

“fuck.” carlos is staring at you. he wastes no time, moving towards you to push your dress down your hips and off your body. 

he takes you to the bedroom and pushes you onto the bed. he rips your thong off.

“be nice carlos.” lando follows behind him. he’s lost the rest of his clothing, now naked like you. 

carlos goes to take his shirt off, salivating at the thought of you. 

his pants follow and he’s on top of you. 

he wastes no time putting it in, drawing a moan from your lips. 

he’s grasping at your hips, fingers digging in. 

he fucks you relentlessly. ramming into your tight cunt over and over again. 

you can feel him brushing your cervix, you back is arched of the mattress. 

he reaches up to pinch your nipple, making you let out a sharp gasp. he rolls it in between his finger and thumb.

“fuck carlos.” you’re screaming. so much is going on, he’s fucking you so hard, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“shut her up lando.” carlos directs his friend. lando gets up and moves over to your face, cock hard again.

he puts two fingers into your mouth for you to suck on. 

“god you’re such a dirty slut,” carlos continues to thrust against you. “so tight for such a whore. fuck you feel good” his hand on your hip give you a sharp slap. 

all of a sudden, lando stuffs something in your mouth. you recognize it at your thong. 

he gives you a slap on you cheek and grabs your jaw, making you look at him. 

“you like it rough, don’t you? you want us to use you. i bet you wouldn’t even care if you didn’t cum.” lando looks at you. he demeanour completely transformed. 

he has a hunger in his eyes that you hadn’t seen from him. he seemed to leave that to carlos. 

“there you are lando.” carlos smirks, continuing to abuse your perfect pussy.

“you know what? i don’t think i will let you cum.” lando’s hand moves to your neck, giving it a slight squeeze. 

carlos gives your breast a slap, leaving your skin stinging. 

it just leaves you wanting more. you’re lucky your mouth is stuffed because the noises that would leave it would leave you utterly ashamed.

you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you were getting off on this, but the pain just felt so good.

“what do you think, should i let you?” lando asks you, removing your panties from your mouth. 

all you can do is look at him, totally distracted. carlos is still fucking you, you can’t believe he has this kind of stamina. he’s also grabbing at your body, surely leaving bruises.

lando slaps your face again. this time harder. you really feel it this time. 

“i asked you a question slut.” he’s admiring the red mark on your face. fuck it makes him even harder. 

you just nod your head. you feel so close that if he doesn’t let you, you think you might combust.

“use your words.” he hits your other cheek. 

“y-yes, please lando.” you look up at him, eyes wide. he sticks his thumb into your mouth. 

“well you have been so good.” he looks over to carlos. “you close mate?” he asks his friend.

“been trying not to cum.” his thrusts are sloppy, no longer at a continuous interval.

lando removes his thumb from your mouth and presses it to your clit, your body is so tightly strung that it’s overstimulating. 

“come on. i said you could.” lando hits you again. and just like that you finish around carlos. 

you’re shaking, but lando keeps toying with you as carlos finishes inside of you.

“c’mon mate, it’s my turn.” carlos pulls out of you, letting lando take over. 

he wastes no time shoving into you, his thrusts just as rough and deep as carlos. 

he suddenly pulls out, and flips you around so that you’re in all fours. 

“what a pretty ass.” lando pushes back in, pace the same as before. 

he lands a smack right to your ass, leaving a red hand print. whorish sounds leave your mouth. 

lando grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up. 

“shut the fuck up.” he drops you again. “do you want people to hear you?”

“i bet she does, probably likes being walked in on, stupid slut.” carlos chimes in. 

“keep quiet, and if you’re a good girl, carlos will fuck that pretty mouth.” lands hands are on your hips, fingers digging in. 

you have your face in the pillow to muffle your whines, your hands grasp at the sheets to try and ground yourself. 

you start pushing back to meet lando, desperate to finish again. 

lando pulls out of you, smacking your ass. 

“no. i’ll tell you if you can cum again.” he spanks you again “say you’re sorry.” 

“i’m sorry lando.” you whimper, wanting him inside of you again. 

“that’s what i thought. don’t even think about it until i tell you that you can.” he pushes back into again, continuing to pound into you. 

he spanks you again. leaving your entire ass bright red. the stinging long forgotten at this point. 

“you want to suck carlos off?” he’s asking but you know it’s not a question. 

he grabs your hair again, pulling your face out of the pillow. 

carlos takes the hint and moves under you, letting you suck him off. 

tears spring from your eyes, drenching your face. 

“i don’t know what’s better, her cunt or her mouth. mierda.” carlos throws his head back. 

he adds a bit of pressure to your neck, and you look up at him. 

“you like that don’t you?” he laughs at the fucked out look on your face. 

you just look at him, too cock drunk to form solid thoughts. 

lando spanks you again, making you clench down around him. 

“i’ve decided i’ll let you cum again, but not yet. don’t do it until i tell you that you can.” 

the words barely register. you’re so full of cock that it’s all you can think about. 

carlos takes his hand off your throat and instead moves it to the back of your head. 

he fists your hair, moving you up and down his cock, not caring that you’re gagging and crying. 

“you can take it.” he knows that he’s close, wanting to finish down your pretty throat. 

you feel him relent as the salty taste his your tongue. you swallow his load like you did with lando’s. 

carlos takes his cock out of your mouth, his thumb catching the tears falling down your face. 

your make up is complete ruined, mascara running. 

“god she’s gorgeous.” carlos stars at your lips. there’s a bit of blood leaving them after you bit down to hard.

lando can feel himself getting closer, he allows himself to get sloppy. 

his hand snakes around your body to touch your clit again.

“not yet.” he says after you let out a whimper.

he knows he almost there, needing you to cum around his cock.

“alright darling, go on.” something inside of you snaps and your vision goes bright white. 

you cum harder than you ever have in your entire life. body collapsing on carlos, completely spent. 

lando finishes after you, filling you up. 

he lets you come down from your high, body sweaty and exhausted. 

he pulls out, watching his cum drip out of your abused cunt. he gets the urge to slap it, but he doubts that you can take anymore. maybe next time.

“just hold her for a minute.” lando gets up from behind you. he goes to the bathroom to run you a bath. 

turning the tap on, he lets the tub start to fill as he comes back to the bedroom. 

he picked you up off of carlos. 

“get dressed mate. i’ll see you later.” lando says to his friend. 

he was used to this. lando always did the aftercare, wanting carlos to go back to his own hotel room. 

carlos was glad to let him, he wouldn’t know how to comfort an escort like you. so he gets dressed, and takes his things, leaving the hotel room to go back to his own. 

lando sets you down on the counter, moving to fill the bath up with bubble bath. 

once the tub is significantly filled, he picked you up again, setting you down into it. 

he sits behind you, his arms wrapping around you. 

“are you alright?” he whispers in your ear, not wanting to scare you. 

you nod, almost in shock of what just happened to you. you’d never experienced anything like it before. 

to say you enjoyed it would be an understatement, it was just not what you expected.

“come on angel, use your words.” his thumbs rubs little circles into your skin. 

“i’m ok.” you allow yourself to relax into lando, your back to his chest. 

he lets you sit in the hot water for ten minutes, you let yourself drift off. 

you feel him moving behind you, waking you up. 

“what time is it?” you ask, coming to.

“time for you to go love, come on.” he helps you out of the tub, drying you off once you’re out. 

“what?” you ask, shocked he’d be asking you to leave so soon. 

“your guy is waiting for you down stairs and it’s ten minutes until my booked time is over. i really don’t want to get in trouble.” 

he takes you to the bedroom and gives you some of his clothing. he throws a hoodie and sweats on himself before leading you to the door. 

he grabs your purse, your coat, and your dress, picking them up to take them to the car. 

“oh you don’t have to do that,” you say as you strap your heels up. 

“nah it’s alright.” he says, sliding into some shoes and opening up the door. 

“i usually never spend this much time with girls, i’m sorry.” his cheeks flush red. “i would’ve made it longer if i’d known.” you get to the elevator. 

“oh that’s ok. i don’t usually do the sex thing.” now it’s your turn to blush.

“i’ll tell the company about everything, i’ll make sure you get what you deserve.” the elevator opens up to the ground floor.

the car was right outside the hotel lobby, lando had let your driver know that you’d be coming down stairs. 

he rushes to open the door for you, letting you get inside. he goes around to the other side to put down all your stuff.

he closes the door and comes around to your side again. 

“would you come again? for just me or for both of us?” lando asks you as you put your seatbelt on.

“maybe.” you give him a wink. he smiles back at you, closing the door.

he returns to the hotel, heading back to his room. he was certainly pleased with that purchase.

“that was weird.” the driver looks at you through the mirror.

“hmm?” you’re mind still foggy from the interaction.

“i’ve never seen him come down to the car before.” his eyes return to the road.

your cheeks flush red yet again. 

“and he never uses the full time. and you’re wearing his clothes.” the driver continues.

“oh,” you say, looking out the window.

“strange.” is all he says. 

he takes you back to your apartment, you get out, grabbing your things.

“thanks.” you say before shutting the door.

you open the door to your room and just drop your coat on the floor. 

you head right to bed, falling asleep almost instantly.