#ellie

"mmm..." you thought for a second, "yours."

she smirked.

"knew it."

"you always have to make it a thing," you giggled, leaning your head against the window. she didn't reply, opting to shake her head and start driving.

the ride to her house was quiet except for the hum of her truck, and whatever was on the radio, the music loud enough to hear but too low for you to make out any words. it was nice out that day too, so every now and then a bird would chirp or squirrel would chip or dog would bark.

the scent of ellie, cologne, cigarette smoke, and something fresh smelling, almost lulled you to sleep until the car ceased to a halt, the large two-story joel'd bought years ago standing tall in front of you.

you sat up and started rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. ellie readjusted her mirror, checked her hair in it, then shoved her phone in her pocket.

"we're here." she mumbled, climbing out of the truck. she walked around it, and then she opened your door for you.

you smiled.

"wow ellie, what a gentleman."

"and they say's chivalry's dead," she laughed with a wink.

you rolled your eyes and groaned out an exasperated "oh my god," but followed her up the driveway anyway. she fisted her pockets for the key for a moment before shoving it in the lock, turning it, and walking in. she wasted no time kicking her shoes off by the door in the exact same place she'd been leaving them for ten years, yelled "I'm home dad," and started stepping up the stairs.

you took your shoes off too, politely found joel and said hello, then followed suit until you reached her room, plopping down on the bed like it was yours.

"so," you said, looking up at the ceiling.

"so," ellie echoed, putting her jacket away then settling down next to you.

the bed dipped for a second, and then the spot next to you became warm with her body heat. the sunlight was just barely cutting through her blinds, falling in little lines across your eyes and her neck.

"what's the plan? what're we gonna do today, I mean." you finished.

"well... what do you want to do?"

"I'm asking you because I don't know, idiot," you rolled your eyes and sat up a bit, propping your head on your hand.

she sighed. she was doing that thing again, you noticed. that thing being when you could visibly see the gears turning in her head and she was about to say something neither of you would expect. then, as promised: "have you ever thought about kissing?"

... what?

your eyebrows raised.

she looked up at you.

your lips parted slightly in shock.

"god," she chuckled, "you're so easy to mess with."

"you can't just say things like that." you swatted her on the arm, interrupting her laughing and earning an offended "ow!"

"why not?" she asked. "I mean, it's not like we like each other so I don't see what the problem is. plus, you wanna be ready for the spring formal, yeah? can't have you out there slobbering over some poor guy," she exhaled a breath that sounded something like a laugh.

you replayed the words in your head.

it's not like we like each other.

"so you," she nodded, "want to give me, like," she blinked, "kissing lessons," she let out an "uh huh," "so that I don't mess up at the 'spring formal?'" you repeated to make sure you'd heard her right.

"yeah."

"oh."

you thought it over in your head as she kept staring at the ceiling, looking completely indifferent while you internally panicked.

you exhaled. "I, I guess we can do that," you said softly.

"great." she sat up too, then.

you raised an eyebrow.

"not like that," she snorted.

she got up, locked the door, and then got back on the bed, hovering atop you. her hands were on either side of you, and her dark, hazel eyes were peering into yours curiously.

"is this okay?" she asked softly.

"... yeah," you exhaled, "yeah, it's okay."

"okay. so first, you're gonna wanna start closing your eyes in like, I guess anticipation of the kiss," she chuckled, "sorry, it's weird to explain."

you obeyed.

"next, you just... kiss. with your mouths closed at first, of course," she started leaning in.

"wait," you said and snapped your eyes open.

she stopped a few inches away from your lips. she waited expectantly, and despite the fact that usually you would've felt bad, usually you would've felt like you were inconveniencing someone if it was anybody else, ellie had that look in her eye that seemed to say that everything was okay.

"sorry, nevermind. I'm just... nervous," you gave an apologetic smile.

"it's okay," she reassured you.

"now, close your eyes again."

so you did.

after a few seconds, the soft, plush material of her lips met yours just for a few moments before she pulled away.

oh.

that was nice, you thought after you opened your eyes.

it wasn't that you'd never kissed anybody before, everyone knew you'd kissed plenty of people—albeit with little technique, but that problem was solving itself at the moment—and were more than popular in the romance department, but something about it being ellie felt... different. something about it being a girl. what was so different?

"how was it?" she asked, pulling you out of your thoughts before you could dwell on it.

"good, yeah. good. what now?"

"now, you don't only have to kiss on the lips." she leaned down and pressed her mouth to your neck. your breath hitched at the contrast between her warmth and the coldness of your skin, then eased into it.

"you could kiss here," a peck to your collarbone, "... here," a kiss to the underside of your jaw, "even here," her lips met the spot just under one of your ears.

"ellie," you said shakily.

"and sometimes, you don't just have to kiss," she suckled the skin near your carotid, earning a soft exhale from you. she was definitely gonna leave a mark, but right then it felt too good for you to really care.

"you can do this, too," her hand slipped under your shirt, not wandering up far and just resting on your stomach while she continued her assault on your neck.

"ellie," you repeated again, firmer now.

"yes?"

fuck. what you were thinking?

"I want you."

and then there was no turning back. after a flurry of more kisses, more hickeys, and discarded clothes, you both ended up completely naked with her on top of you kneading your breasts.

"can you touch me?" you asked, hips bucking up a little in desperation.

"I am touching you." she smirked.

"no," you whined, "really touch me."

instead of doing what you asked, she of course got completely off of you, walking over to her closet and opening it.

"w—come back. I need you," you pleaded.

"hold on, I'm coming baby, I just," she cursed a bit as she reached for a box, "gotta get somethin'."

eventually she pulled down a black case with locks, undoing the latches on it until a thick, lengthy dildo the color of her skin with a harness revealed itself when the box popped open.

"is that...?" you trailed off, suddenly nervous again.

"aw," she laughed at the fear on your face. "you're so cute. don't worry, it's not gonna hurt I'll be gentle."

before you could really protest, she was back on top of you with it between her legs, rubbing the head against your clit. all previous complaints and inhibitions you had were thrown out the window as soon as it met your skin, your hands flying out to reach ellie's shoulders as you tried to deal with the pleasure.

"see baby?" she cooed. "feels good already."

after getting you nice and wet, even though you'd already been soaking, she started prodding at you until she pushed in inch by inch, reaching the hilt in a few minutes.

"ellie, 's too much," you whined at the length of her.

"it's okay baby, it's okay. 'm not gonna move yet," she cooed, reaching down to kiss your neck and groaning into your skin when the motion moved the strap a little.

after you'd adjusted just enough for her length to be tolerable, you let out a soft "you can move now."

and so she did. slowly at first.

she had really been trying to keep control of herself, but between the way your tits were jiggling, the way your face looked so soft and vulnerable, the way your pussy kept gripping her—"fuck, I can't take it anymore baby," she groaned before speeding up.

before you could form a proper response she was plowing into you, silicone balls making harsh plaps every time they met the flesh of your ass.

"el—lie!" you mewled. you gripped the sheets, her back, her hair, anything to try and find some resolve from the pleasure frying your circuits, not that you disliked it. it wss just so much, and god, you'd liked to pretend it wasn't true before, but ellie was so hot.

"I know I know, I'm so fucking selfish baby, ah, I'm sorry, I need you," she got out between gruffs and rough moans, brows furrowed and eyes rolling back every now and then when the base of the strap hit her clit just right.

you got louder and louder until eventually ellie had to cover your mouth with one hand, the other dancing across your skin until it met your clit.

"feels good?" she asked, talking more to herself than you as she rubbed your bundle of nerves.

you were completely out of it now. your face was a mess, you couldn't form any coherent words except "ellie" and "please," and your lips were gripping her cock so hard sometimes she could swear she actually felt the tightness herself.

she wrapped her arms around your upper body, using her hips to drive into you then pull out and then force herself right back into you again.

your pussy fit her cock like a glove by now. it was just tight enough for everything to feel so, so good for the both of you, but just wet enough for her cock to not have too much trouble sliding out.

"come on baby, please, please cum on my cock, yeah? need to feel it, need t'feel you cum on it," you managed to make out amongst ellie's incoherent, delirious ramblings.

"ellie, ellie, I'm—!"

and then you were creaming all over her fat dick, milky white fluid leaking all over it and spilling onto her thighs and the sheets.

"fuckkk baby," she groaned then finished, still bucking up into you, drawing little high pitched "ah, ah, ah"s from your throat.

eventually she finally exhausted herself, collapsing on top of you with one last groan.

The wind pulled and tugged at your hair, the once high pony tail resting against the back of your neck in defeat. It was a sunny, beautiful day in Monaco - round 8 of this years Formula1 schedule had commenced last night, and as everyone expected - your team, your driver - had podiumed in 3rd. The win was a nice point jump that was needed to boost moral, but if the team had any shot at a championship title - there was a lot more work to do. There was only so much you could do as a public relations liasion; you didn't do much on the track and race side of things - but it was your job to maintain the image of your drivers - and this certain hiccup, her, was creating more of an issue than you were equipped to handle. 

Ellie Williams, Red Bull driver #1 and 3 time world champion - was not to be fucked with. Her reputation proceeded her in a way that would melt the smile off of any unsuspespeciting person - all in all, she was a huge bitch; but fuck could she race. She didn't care about making friends or having fans - she wanted to win. It was first place or nothing. Her teammate, Jesse - deserved a much higher salary for how much you were sure he had to deal with. The press team for Red Bull was less than helpful with trying to arrange a meeting - so, you took matters into your own hands, stealing a copy of the the Team Principle's schedule and sneaking onto the track when you knew she'd be there. 

The heals of your white sneakers kicked up pebbles as you trekked closer, the soft roll of sound catching the attention of the woman you were on the hunt for. The helmet that sat perfectly atop her head - because of course it was measured to be a perfect fit - flipped in your direction. Waving felt a little childish, so you elect to nod your head. Plopping down on the hood of what you were sure was a multi-million dollar car, she finally pulls the helmet off - a brownish red mullet left behind in its wake. Of course, she was a great driver and fucking hot. Freckles were scattered across her cheeks, the light hit her eyes in just the right way that the brown irises almost looked gold. She was tall - not super tall, but tall enough. The racing uniform the Bulls suited her up in hugged and slid across her body like it was another set of skin - gloves on, but the length of her fingers was hard to miss. The thought made you gulp. All of a sudden it felt way too hot to be May in Europe. 

"Aren't you a little far from home base, Ferrari?" She gestured to the patch on your polo, acknowledging your team. "I'm pretty sure they reserved the track so the winner could get some solo shots." The word dripping off her tongue like it was a personal blow - racer or not, if the driver fails; you all do. 

"Maybe so. But it's hardly a win if you have to completely run the driver making to pass you off the track. But hey, what do I know, I'm not a Bull." The hip pop you proceeded to do was involuntary, but she seemed amused by it anyways. "Damn straight you're not." Ellie smirks. That damn smirk. "But hey, if you ever want to take a swing at winning for once - we could always use another member of our press team." As if on que, an army of people with the same job as you - mostly women, you had to note - began fawning over Ellie as if she was lost treasure. One of them began dabbing her nose, like she was incapable of doing it herself. Maybe she was, you were sure all that time she probably spent maintaining that ego kept her hands fairly busy. 

Her hands. 

You gulp, averting your eyes for what feels like the millionth time. "I'm good. Perfectly fine where I am. But if you have a second, I'd love a chat." Her press team, annoyed by your presence, move away slowly. You wave, hoping it came off as bitchy as you wanted it too. She nods - her posture slacking even further against the car. "Shoot. Unless you want insider secrets, I'm sure the principles can chat that one through." 

"I already tried him. I don't think he's a huge fan of me."

"He's not a huge fan of anyone, love. Well, except for me." 

The nickname sent what felt like a laser down the center of your spine - you knew this could have been an email. If it was obvious how she was affecting you, she didn't show it. Hopeful relief was the only thing keeping you calm. You tred your next words carefully. 

"You ran one of my drivers off. You then made comments about the team's planned strategy. As if him rolling off into the grass was planned right before a pit lane." It was at that point you realized her legs were completely spread, her weight resting on her palms behind her. Dizzy. It was dizzying. 

"And your point is?" She bobs her knee up and down, tilting her head to the side to feign confusion. "My job is to race and win. He was in my way. Case closed." You force a tight lip smile, breathing out through your nose. "Yes. It is. But it's not your job to lie about team strategy and make my engineers look bad. You know damn well that wasn't us forcing him out, it was you."

"Tomatoe, tomah-toe. It's all the same at the end of the day." She waves a bug out of her face, standing back to her full height. Hot. Hot. Hot. You felt like a fucking child. This was an adult conversation. Looking at someones lips and wondering how soft they are - tracking the veins that wrapped her fingers and crept up her forearms in the absence of the gloves that are now in one of the many press liaisons hands. There was no room for this. You were the best of the best at what you do, it's time to start acting like it. 

"The issue, Williams, is that it's not. FIA rules make it very clear that there is supposed to be space left for the drivers closest to you. You're on your fourth strike of the season - one more is grounds for a 10-place grid drop once we get to Spain. You may lead now, but starting Barcelona 10 spots behind the Ferarri's and the Mclaren's? You can kiss that winning streak goodbye."  

She squints at you - in either an act of defying the sun or showing irritation, either was possible. "And how exactly were you planning on slapping me with this penalty, y/n?" Her knowing your name made your stomach churn.

"That sounds like doubt, but I promise - I can be very convincing when I want to be." The sway of your hips as you partially turn to leave catch her eye, the intensity of her stare making your face flush. "Retract the statement. Apologize. Then maybe we can be friends."

"Who said I wanted to be friends?" A soft chuckle followed. Her laugh was as infectious as she was. "I'll tell you what, Ferrari. Go ahead and file the penalty. They'll review the footage, and dock me my grid spot." Her voice gets closer and closer until you could feel her presence directly behind you, the minty breath from her mouth puffing out over the expanse of your neck. "But watch me win anyways. You and I both know, they could start me in the fucking pit lane for all I care - I always win." 

"Is that a challenge?" God you hoped it was.

"Sure."

"And what do I get if I win?"

"You mean If I lose?"

"Tomatoe, tomah-toe. It's all the same at the end of the day."

She grins. Something evil behind those eyes flashes, and the heat returns to your cheeks.

"I lose, I retract what I said and apologize." 

"I can work with that." You put your hand up, the shake barely noticeable. She looks down at it, returning her gaze to your eyes. 

"And when I win the race?"

"Cocky, aren't we?" Your hand remained in the air, thankfully keeping some distance between you two. 

"Never cocky. Just realistic." You roll your eyes. She laughs again. The sound makes you weak.

"You win, I'll do anything you ask. One thing, completely your choice."

She rolls her tongue over her lips, sliding her hand into your's. 

"You have a deal, Ferrari. Winner takes it all."

Race day never failed to have you completely and totally on edge. Thousands of people all gathering in one spot to watch cars fly past their head at 275 miles an hour - a younger version of yourself would never have found something of the sort entertaining. Things have obviously changed, and even with the constant flow of anxiety creeping its way up and down your body; there's no place you'd rather be. 

After coordinating with the strategy engineers and filming some pre-race content with your drivers, you make your way out of the pit box and over to the section seating reserved for team members. Even with the tons of people in red and orange, you couldn't miss the sea of fans sporting Red Bull blue. Giant posters of Ellie's head flew around, her name in glittery finish right below them. People were anxiously awaiting the sight of their favorite driver - and as much as you wanted to laugh at them, you couldn't help but look around for her as well. 

The rev of an engine brought your attention to her, the moth sticker on the helmet making it very clear it was her in that car and not Jesse. Ellie did end up getting a penalty for her push out on Ferrari - and while you were sure she thought it was you, it actually wasn't. Your team principle made the complaint before you could. Either way, she got exactly what you assumed she would - a 10 spot grid dock. She went from 1st to 11th - seated just behind the Aston Martin drivers. The Red Bull fans in the stands went postal when they heard the announcement - but it didn't last long. They clearly have complete and total faith in the skill of Ellie Williams. You, on the other hand, were nervous; you couldn't tell if it was for your drivers - or for her. 

The announcers voice boomed over the speaker, signaling that the race was about to begin. You pull out your content camera and get some on-track shots of the team - throwing them a thumbsup for good luck. You catch Ellie shooting one back - knowing damn well it was not for her. While the idea of flipping her your middle finger sounded fun, that sounded like the last kind of press that Ferrari wanted at the moment, so you elect to rolling your eyes instead. 

The beeping of the red lights starts - then a flash of green, and off the cars went. 

Lap 61. 5 laps to go. What looks like 8 minutes left in a 2 hour race. 

You were sweating - blaming it on the blistering Spanish sun would have been easier, but you were nervous. Podium looked like it was coming down to Mclaren, Ferrari, and Red Bull. Your driver was neck and neck with the Mclaren driver - with Ellie not far behind them. She started the race off slow - staying comfortable in P7 or P8 - but once they hit lap 40 - she went off. She zig-zaggged through drivers, flying around corners - not slowing down for anyone. The Red Bull pit crew had her in and out of there in under 2 seconds - other teams were scrambling to keep up. You started this race sure an apology and retractment was coming Ferrari's way - now you weren't so sure. 

The roar of the crowd brought your attention back to the race - just in time to watch Ellie slide past Mclaren. The gasps and shouts rung in your ears like bells, your heartbeat rapidly increasing to sync up with the noise. You raise your shaky hands to take photos of your driver as he approached the end of lap 65 - but Ellie was too close. She swerved around behind him to distract him, but he held strong - manuvering just the same to keep her in her place. They were on the last lap now, all the fans rising to their feet to catch a glimpse of them flying around the bend. This was anyone's race now - but the consequences of a Ferrari loss were not ones you were willing to consider. You raise your fingers to your mouth and whistle, clapping with your camera under your arms. Shouting, yelling out your drivers name - anything you could do to change the outcome you were scarily anticipating. 

Just before the last curve of the lap, Ellie pushes the gas faster than your driver was ready for, the swerving he was doing to hold her back failing. She shoots directy passed him, flying at what almost looked like warp speed towards the finish line. The crowd went insane, the blood rushing in your ear almost muffling them. Your face froze, watching Ellie Williams fly passed the finish line - securing P1 and winning the race. 

Red Bull's team went flying out into the pit lane, greeting the arrival of their champion. Ellie rises from the car like a fucking phoenix - ripping the helmet off and throwing her hands in the air. You almost moaned, the sweat collecting on her brow and the red of her cheeks made her look unreal, the sight almost made you forget you had your own driver to celebrate - coming in P2 and bringing the team score up. You could see your colleagues throwing champagne on him and clapping him on the back - you make a quick move to turn around and go join them - but not before catching Ellie's eyes, knowing damn well that your loss meant her gain. The only question now was: what the fuck did she want you to do?

You wave at the last of the Ferrari team - all headed down the street for drinks to celebrate. You tell them that you'll catch up to them after, that there's a few last minute things you need to do to get content up in a timely manner before you all headed to the next race in Montreal. The track was deserted except for the clean up crew in the stands - all lights were also off except for the pit lane. You notice the garage door for Red Bull was open, and head there before your brain could tell you otherwise. 

Knocking softly on the wall before entering, you see Ellie - uniform half unzipped and hanging around her hips. The top half of her body was adorned by nothing but a skin tight sports bra - the sight making a beed of sweat drip down your back. Her car, clean and sparkly as if it hadn't done 60 laps at 300 miles an hour earlier. "Clean up crew works fast - she looks brand new." You say, dragging the tips of your fingers across the body of metal as you make your way over to her. She smiles, throwing the rag she was holding on the supply table. "Well, you're kind of right. The piece you're eye fucking right now is new - had to be replaced after that little scuffle coming out of lap 37." The vulgar nature of her words made you gulp - something you were sure she noticed, smriking to herself. "What are you doing here, Ferrari? Don't you have a second place position to be toasting too?" You groan, looking down at the floor. "They're doing more than enough drinking for all of us. I'm here because I'm a woman of my word." 

Another smirk, this one wider. "Which word? The one where you said we could be friends - or the one where you threatened me?" 

"Wasn't a threat. More of an observation."

She kicks the box she was seated on into the corner, using the new open space between you to step closer. "I saw you during the race. Did you enjoy the show?" You squint, meeting her gaze. "For someone who doesn't want to be my friend, you sure do pay a lot of attention to what I'm doing." This time, she squints back - taking a moment to gaze down at the Ferrari red dress you had on for the press junket. "Well - if friendship is what you're seeking, it would be kind of me to let you know that this-" she says, fingering the material of your dress between her calloused fingers, "would look so much hotter on you if it was Red Bull blue. My blue." You roll your eyes. Whatever game she was playing - you weren't falling for it. Some kind of sick and twisted take on recruitment? She clearly didn't know much about you. 

"Then, in the name of friendship, I should probably let you know that you're going to have to dress me in blue over my cold, dead body." She chuckles, dropping the dress back down between you both. "That can be arranged - the dressing you part of course, not the dead part. Not really into all that." Your laugh matches her's, soft and quick. "You sure? Seems like something you'd like." 

Seconds pass of you both like that, before you raise your head to meet her eyes again. "I'm here because you won. I owe you." She tilts her head to the side, eyes becoming slits. "You're actually going to live up to that?" You nod, a questioning tone floating between you both. "Why wouldn't I? I lost?" She reaches behind her for her phone, sliding it between her hands before dropping it in your palm. The screen was lit with a text thread between Ellie and her press team, the longest message coming from the woman standing in front of you. 

Ellie: Can you run this statement on the socials tomorrow? [file.jpg]

RB Press: Sure boss. Talk later. xx

You click open the file, analyzing the paragraph for what it was. You gasp softly, seeing the time it was written - an hour after the race had finished today. 

In Monaco last week, I made a mistake on the track that won me the race - but was very clearly in violation of FIA regulations. I pride myself on being a safe racer just as much as a great racer, and being any part of a fellow athlete getting run off the track is never something I should celebrate - let alone blame on their strategy team. My apologies to the Ferrari drivers and their team, who work just as hard as anyone to secure success. I accept my 10-spot grid drop as punishment and look forward to fair, safe racing between all teams moving forward.

-Ellie Williams, Red Bull Racing. 

You look up at her, unsure of what her reaction would be now that you knew. "But you won-" you start, setting her phone on the table to your left. "Fair and square. No apologies." She tits her frame from side to side, her hair falling in small strands atop her forehead. "Sure. But then I found out you never rushed to turn me in - in fact, it wasn't even you - it was your principle." Your eyes soften when they met her's. "It wasn't me, but that doesn't mean I wasn't going too." The air is still between you both, hands so close to touching but still so far. The fluorescent lights were making your head spin - at least, you wanted to think that was why, but it was probably being close enough to her that her lips were almost kissable. "You say that, but I don't think you would have. I just look too good winning." She whispers, eyes switching between meeting your gaze and your mouth.

There are so many words, sentences, and borderline guttural sounds flying through your head right now, you don't even know where to begin. The cockiness, which normally would have sent your eyes rolling, was making the temperature in this small garage skyrocket.  You needed to get out of there soon or else all hell was going to break loose, and you weren't sure if you'd be able to stop it. 

"One thing. Anything you want." You mutter, leaning back with the top half of your body - your feet still very much planted where they were. The eternal smirk. Anytime it left her face, it came running back. "You sure you want to play this game?" Eyes. Mouth. Eyes. Mouth. Her stare on both was so strong, it was making your head spin. "Damnit, Ellie. Just tell me what to do."

"Take your dress off." 

And like that, any semblance of air left in the room vanished. Your eyes felt like they were going cross, the hair on your skin stood pin straight as well. Ellie didn't look anything other than sure, the small beads of sweat rolling down her skin were the only sign she was just as affected as you. 

"I'm sorry? You want me too-"

"Take. Off. Your. Dress. That is, if you're as determined to pay back your loss as you're acting like you are." Her voice, once soft and comical - now gruff and horse, like she's fighting to restrain herself. "I want to see you outside of that Ferrari red - when I taste you like I want too, you're on no one's team but mine." 

You sighed - not one of defeat, more of longing so intense you thought your knees were going to buckle. "You want all of Barcelona to see me naked? Is this a humiliation ritual or something?" She side steps around you, punching in the code to close the small garage door - any chance of escape leaving as it closed. Not that you wanted too, you were actually alarmed at how badly you wanted to be here. She returns to stand in front of you, uniform still hanging off her lower back. "If you think I was going to let anyone see you, you don't know me very well." She points her finger at your chest, then lets it sink down until it's pointing at the floor. "Dress off. And then you need to tell me that you want me as much as I want you - I'm not laying a finger on you until you do." 

You're convinced this may be the hottest thing you've ever heard, the goosebumps on your skin felt like razor blades. What you clearly wanted was right in front of you, and it was time you got out of everyone else's heads and back into yours. Closing your mouth, your fingers rise to the zipper against the hem on your side, slipping it down until you heard it hitch against your hip. You feel the dress loosen, the straps sliding off your shoulders and onto your arms. Ellie watched intently, her gaze darkening every passing second you got closer to being naked. The dress slid down your frame until it pooled around your feet on the floor, your frame left in nothing but a black bra and matching underwear - ironically trimmed with blue lace on their edges. Her eyes flamed at the sight, the signature Ellie Williams smirk returning without a moment's pause. 'What happened to blue over your cold, dead body?" You nod, licking your lips. "If I had known you were so desperate to see me clothsless, I would have worn red everything." Her laugh was something sinister, the end of it clipping as she walked forward - running her fingers just above the straps - ghosting your skin with what felt like a feather. "Something tells me deep down, you knew - that's why this ensemble was picked out in the first place." You moan - trying to cut it before it came out, but failing. She wasn't touching you, she was allowing you to feel how close she was to doing so. The teasing was nauseating - you weren't sure how much more you could take. 

"Ellie." You mutter.

"Hm?" She hums, the shadow of her fingers now dragging across bottom of your stomach, just above the lace of your underwear. 

"What are you going to do if I tell you I want you?" The question comes off weak, almost squeaky. Her eyes flick back up - the intensity feeling like a lot compared to the fogginess you know was all over your's. "Well," Gravel, like hot lava - her voice was boiling you alive. "I'm going to sit you down atop this 2.6 million dollar car, and spread you open for me." She nods her head back, gesturing to the vehicle built around and solely for her. "And I'm going to absolutely destroy you - so the next time I race, and win, all I'll be able to think about is you falling apart for me atop of it." She side steps around your dress, now so close that your bodies could mold into one. "And I'll know you're down in the pit lane, thinking the same thing - I want that red to burn as you put it on, because all you can think about is how good you felt without it." 

The ground could have been splitting open, and you wouldn't have cared. Enough was enough. 

"Ellie. I want you." 

And that was that.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of you neck, pulling your mouth to her's within a second. Her lips, soft and wet - slid over yours in a fight for dominance. Not that it was even close to a fight - she had you in a puddle, totally wrapped around her finger. If she had said jump, you would have asked how high. Her mouth was minty with a hint of that classic Red Bull taste, as she slid her tongue in to roll with yours. The grip she had on your neck only faltered to slide to the back, her fingers grabbing a fist of your hair to pull you back. Eye to eye, you both probably looked starved. Her pupils were blown and her cheeks were fire red, the freckles you noticed back in Monaco even more visible this close. 

"Sit on the hood. Now." She released you, walking to the table to slide her rings off. The sight was too much, every step you took was more wobbly than the last. There are an infinite list of reasons why this was a bad idea - but you ignored them all, pushing your reasoning to the back burner as you plop down on the hood. The bottom of the Red Bull logo was covered by your calves. You kept your knees locked together while you waited for Ellie to finish what she was doing, every passing second leaving you more of a mess than you were before. You sat there almost wishing that you would wake up, that this was all a dream. How would you explain this to your boss? To your team?

"I can see the gears turning in that pretty little head of your's." Her voice pulling you out of your thoughts, clear and stern. She seemed so confident, so unaware of the effect she was having on you. "If this isn't something you want, I'll stop. But you have to know that I've been dreaming of how good you'd feel around me since the moment I spotted you at the team's car launch back in January." She looks deep into your eyes, just far enough to spot the hesitancy for what it really was - insecurity. 

"This can stay between us, or I can walk out there now and tell every jock-headed desperate reporter that you're mine. Either way, I'm not going to let this ruin you. I'm only going as far as you want me too." 

God, if you were any less cynical - you may have told her that you had feelings for her. That was ridiculous, you barely knew her - but the butterflies that hatched in your stomach were hard to ignore. You weren't going to let anything mess this up. You do everything for other people to win, it was your turn.

You spread your legs, the cotton that covered your pussy damp - the cold air hitting it made you wince. "You said you wanted to destroy me earlier, and now you're saying you're not going to let this ruin me. Having cold feet?" Your head falls to the right, your hair falling back behind you. The sight must have made Ellie's knees buckle, her weight shifting forward to catch herself. She tosses the last ring on the table with a clatter, and saunters back over to stand in front of you. "Cold feet - no. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't itching to get the rest of this off." Her hands tug at the straps of your bra - letting go and watching them snap back onto your skin with a pop. You hiss, glaring. Taking it off and using it to distract you were two different things. She laughs at your annoyed appearance, biting down on her lip before dragging the sleeves down. The cups of your bra sag at the lack of support. Ellie reaches out to massage them, huffing out a loud sigh. Her eyes flick to yours before ripping the bra clean off, attaching her mouth to your right nipple. She licked and lightly tugged with her teeth, sending your head flying back. "Fuck, Ellie-" The air felt paper thin as it tugged its way in and out of your mouth. She licks one last time before giving the same attention to the left side - her free hands now wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. 

You tug her hair, bringing her back up to face you before attacking her mouth with your own. She groaned, leaning into the kiss with so much pressure it sends you flying back onto the car. It's at this point that she really got a good look at you - bare chested with nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. Your hair fanned out in a halo above your head, and your legs were spread and wrapped around Ellie's legs. She grinned, taking in every inch of you as best she could. Your face burned under her intense stare. 

"God, I wish I could take a picture right now." Her eyes softened. She ran her fingers down your sides, the chill of her hands making you shiver. She stopped once she hit your hip, toying with the waistband of your underwear. She pulled down, exposing the dip of your skin before your pussy. Leaning forward, she slides her fingers down to the center, rubbing a circle on the wet patch. Your back arched, both lungs felt like they were on fire. Everything was sensitive, every touch felt heightened - things that normally wouldn't even make you blink an eye had every nerve ending in reach reacting. She makes the touch harder, blowing air over you. "So fucking wet. All this for me? When I haven't even had my way with you yet?" You nod, sweat rolling down your forehead and onto your neck. "All your's. I'm all yours. It's all your's; fuck-" Your legs were shaking with anticipation, Ellie noticing - leaning down to kiss your inner thighs. She licks circles up until she hits the edge of the cotton - tugging it to the side. She pulls one of your hands down, hooking your fingers to hold it in place. "Hold your fuckin' panties to the side, if you let go - I stop making you feel good. We clear?" You nod vigorously, tightening your hold on the fabric. Ellie brought herself back down, wrapping her arms around your hips to hold you still. Her tongue dragged a soft lick from your entrance to your clit - moaning against you harshly. She circled her lips around your nerve and sucked, flicking the tip of her tongue over it at the same time. She had no mercy, like a woman starved. Every movement made your release come barreling closer. It was absolute bliss. Her mouth felt like heaven, you started to make the car shake in tandem with your legs. "Ellie, I'm gonna cum-" You manage to say, your voice cracking under pressure. She tightened her grip on your hips, rolling her mouth back over your clit - the very tip of her top teeth nipped at the skin there, a shriek rolling out of you in response. "You're," she sucks. "Not." The words came out stalled in between her different moves. "You don't get to cum until I say you do. I'm gonna leave you here desperate if you even try. Clear?" She muses, her bottom lip hitting against you as she spoke. You groaned. All you could do was groan - if she wasn't going to let you finish soon, the possibility of self combustion was incredibly likely. 

"I said - are we clear? Answer me." She uses her fingers to massage gentle circles on your hips. "Come on baby, you taste so good. Don't make me stop." Her tongue, which you now realize she stuck completely out so you could see - snakes a long, wet lick up you. Your vision was blurring. You had to cum, but you also couldn't fight her if you tried. "Fuck, YES. We're clear. Please." The beg rolled off your tongue so weakly, you could see the endearment fill her eyes. She had reduced you to bare bones, nothing more than a play piece - and it made her feral. Maintaining the eye contact, she closes her lips back around your clit. There was an art to the way she hummed - she was sending vibrations through you at just the right speed, on just the right places. Your soul was going to levitate out of your being. She leans back, admiring the mess. "God, I could sit here, eating you all day. My pretty girl dripping all over my car."  The hands you spent so long gawking at back in Monaco gripped you harder, she loved the way your skin indented around her fingers. "I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue - and when I do, you're going to cum all over my face." Your head bobbed in agreement - you probably would have agreed to anything in this state. "I want to hear you loud and clear. Cum for me, baby." And there she went, tongue deep inside of you - fucking you like her life depended on it. The car was bouncing at this point, the metal of the axels screeched beneath you. This car was going to race it's way through the rest of this season, and here you were - about to have the best orgasm of your life while it's racer was camped out between your legs. 

"Ellie, please, Ellie - I'm coming, I'm coming- FUCK." The lace you worked so hard to keep away slips from your fingers, your hands flying up to her hair and tugging. She continued to moan, moving her tongue back up to your clit and sucking. Your legs fought to break free from her hold - but that was on you for forgetting that she's a trained athlete, and you walk around with a camera all day long. Ellie slammed your legs back down onto the car, burying her head even further between your them - if that was even possible. 

"Ellie, it's too much - please." The room was going to spin here soon. You pulled on her hair, pulling and pulling again - but she didn't budge. She held you down even harder, circling your entrance again. "More. Give me one more-" It came out in a murmur, like she was afraid if she slid up to far to say it, you'd try and move her. "Ellie, fuck- FUCK." There was no way there was one more, but it seemed like she didn't care - you were coming again come hell or high water. "One. Fucking. More." And then she flipped the script on you entirely, sticking her tongue out and holding it in place, then using her solid grip on your hips to move you. 'Oh, my god' - your brain couldn't process what was happening, the pleasure was building too fast. Ellie Williams was controlling your body, making you fuck yourself against her tongue. The up and down motion made the car shrieks even louder - your strangled screaming drowned it out, though. Anyone within an ear shot of this garage would hear you.

"Come on baby, cum for me again." Another murmur, a few seconds closer to exploding. You finally manage to open your eyes, catching a glimpse of her. Even with her face so occupied, you could see how wet her jaw was. She was covered in you. That was all it took, your head collapsing back against the hood with a loud scream. Your body was convulsing, weathering it's way through another earth shattering orgasm. Ellie's tight grip on your hips loosened, and she returned to full height - standing in front of you, wiping her face off with the back of her hand. She looked like something straight out of a dream. This view of her, no matter how fleeting - was your's and your's only, even just for tonight. 

It took a few moments for you to catch your breath. Ellie vanished to the other side of the garage, you weren't sure where - but you could hear the shuffling from where you still laid. You felt light, like you were floating. The release felt like it took part of you with it, but in the best way possible. It was a part you didn't want back. 

You could have stayed there forever, but the rustling of metal and the slight shift of the car made your eyes fly back open. You turn, adjusting your view to look for the red head. "Ellie? Where did-" you couldn't finish your sentence, your eyes meeting her's before you could. 

She was in the fucking car. Like, ass in the driver's seat. 

You allow yourself to slide off the hood, with only wet, mangled underwear to cover you. Making your way around the car, you see Ellie's Red Bull jacket hung up on a hook above the tool table. You yank it off, shrugging it on your shoulders. The sight made her eyes sparkle. "You look good in my jacket, baby." You laugh, that same hip pop from your first real interaction returning against your will. "You're only saying that cause it's Bull merch." She shrugs, flexing her hands against her legs. "Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing you in things that are mine." It was then that you realized, your eyes still shamelessly locked in on her hands, that the uniform that was hanging around her legs was gone - now only the compression shorts they wore underneath was left, the tattoos she mentioned having at the season launch press junket peaking out. You raised an eyebrow, gesturing your finger at her attire. "Do you normally strip to your skivvies when going for a drive?"

"Only when I'm expecting someone to get on my fucking lap and ride me."

Any light, joking manner you had created in the last few seconds vanished. Your eyes probably looked like they were bugging out of your head. "I beg your fucking pardon?" She wasn't as amused, the spread of her legs going just a bit wider - as far as the space would let her. "You're a smart woman, y/n. I know you heard me." Of course you did, the idea was just fucking insane. 

"Ellie, how the fuck am I going to do that? Do you have any idea how small-" She raised her finger, cutting you off mid sentence. Curving it, almost into a come here motion - she gestured your body towards her. "Shut up and come sit on my fucking lap." 

Silence. You knew it was a stupid idea, but every bone in your sensitive body wanted - needed - her again. You walk forward, pushing your panties down to the floor and swinging your leg over the side of the car. Ellie helps you, guiding your knee to the small ledge built into the other side. You bring your other leg in after, mimicking the same position but on the left. Your center was flush against her, she leaned her head back against the drivers seat to look into your eyes. The urge to kiss her was overwhelming, and she must have read your mind. Lip to lip, moaning softly into each others mouth. Your free hand, the other occupied by gripping the head rest behind her neck, reaches down - palming against her pants. You pause, your breathing hitching on the discovery of what was beneath. "So, does this mean you always race strapped up?" The pressure from your palm made her groan. She bucked her hips up into your grasp. "Only when I know I have a pretty little thing watching me." The thought made your head swirl. Ellie, racing her way to the front of the grid - securing her P1 position, all while packing a strap on against her fucking cunt. And she did it just for you. The thought was dizzying, it made you feel drunk on power. She wanted you just as much as you wanted her. 

"You gonna ride me, or are you just gonna sit there thinking about it?" Her hands wrap around you neck, pulling you closer to her face. "Fuck yourself on my cock, and we'll consider us even." 

You reach your hand under her pants, yanking the strap-on free from it's restraints. It was huge, bigger than any guy you'd been with in your day. You bet she was better at using it as well, but that was a task for another day - she put the control in your hands, you weren't wasting it.

You grip the base, rising slightly to angle it to your entrance. The tip slid in without a fight, you were still wet from what had just happened. The stretch was lethal. Good wasn't a strong enough word for how it felt. Both of your heads rocked back, the moans that followed also matched. You sank down on it, only then did you feel the vibrating piece that you were now certain was perched against her clit. The thought made you smirk, jirating your hips heavily to force it against her harder. She groaned, squeezing the hand that remained around your neck. "Fucking behave." 

"Or what?" The question followed another circling of your lower half, the need to bounce up and down taking over. "You gonna punish me?"

"There are 15 races left this season, I will find a way to remind you why at every. Fucking. Stop. There won't be a country that hasn't seen your wet fucking pussy. Now, knock it off and fucking cum." The threat sounded more like a promise, one that you planned to hold her too. The bounce of your knees against the side of the car was hell, but the pain combined with the pleasure of her dick splitting you open was clouding anything else. There was no coming back from this, she's ruined you for anyone else - no one would ever be able to compare. 

She hummed, sliding her hand from your neck to your chest, pulling you forward to suck on your tits once again. She lapped, using her other hand to palm whichever one she wasn't mouthing at. She was close, you could tell in the way her skin was scattered with goosebumps. You open your eyes, noticing her helmet sat atop the back bend of the car. There was no time to second guess it, you grabbed it and slid it on your head, sliding the vision glass up so she could still make eye contact with you. The moan that capped from between her teeth sounded like it came from her soul. "Fuck, my good girl wanted to wear my jacket and my helmet, huh? You just can't get enough of me?" She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling your chest flush against her's. "You're mine, huh? My car, my jacket, my helmet- my fucking girl." Praise always did it for you in the past, but this was a completely different game. You felt like you belonged to her, and now it was clear that you did. The up and down of your hips started to get weak, the orgasm you had worked to prolong was rushing forward. Ellie used her legs to bounce you both, your heavy breaths mixing together. You wanted her to finish with you, the desire to make it happen took over you - She collapsed against the seat again as you stared circling your hips against her crotch. She was just as close as you, you needed to feel it. 

"Cum with me, Ellie. Please. I wanna feel it. I wanna cum all over your fucking cock." The garage, which was not built with this in mind, shook with the volume of your mixed moans. You both came, shaking the shit out of the car and the surrounding area. Ellie yanked the helmet off your head, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. Teeth clashing against teeth, tongues circling each other. It was borderline pornographic, and you couldn't get enough. 

Ellie pulled away, brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. She placed a kiss against your palm, letting it fall against her chest - just above her heart. "You're a piece of fucking work, Ferrari." You both look like you'd fought through a war - the room reeked of sex and motor oil. The team who would come to transport the car in the morning would have quite a fucking show.

"You loved every minute of it, Bull. I don't wanna hear it." Her heartbeat was steady against your hand, you knew you needed to move - but the idea was nauseating. 

"Keep the jacket. Once contracts are up in November, I want you to move to Red Bull. I won't even help, I know you'll get it without me." You smirk, leaning back against the steering wheel. "I like where I am, Ellie. And what makes you think I'll want to switch over here with you, anyways?" Her gaze softens, like if she looked away you'd be gone. "Well, seems like I have 6 months and 15 cities to convince you, don't I?" 15 more chances at nights like these was enough to keep anyone entertained. "Plus-" she adds, drawing random shapes along your legs. "A few dates along the way, my undying attention - how could you say no?" 

You couldn't. Even you knew that.

"Is that a challenge?" You ask, fighting the urge to smile, but loosing.

She breaks as well - giving you what was the cutest, most toothy grin you'd ever seen. The sight made your heart flutter.