#franco thots

So. Many. Messages.

From everyone.

Lando. Lewis. Max. George. Charles. Pierre. Gabi. Ollie. Liam. Oscar. Isack....

All for different reasons of course. Dick Ego stroking, pity, rewards...

You didn't even know where to put your energy. Surely they didn't expect you to be at their beck and call? The ones who'd known you for a while knew it would get them nowhere.

You eventually decided to answer no one.

Instead you decided to send a message of your own.

To Kimi and Franco.

Those two had had the decency to not expect anything, and Kimi deserved his first race win prize. And Franco... despite his final result not being totally reflective of his insane drive, he deserved something. After nearly two years in the sport, it was only right that he get something to motivate him.

They answered within minutes of each other, both responding with a resounding yes.

You got ready, eagerly awaiting the knocks on your door and wondering who would appear first.

Franco was first, knocking so quietly you almost missed it.

"Hi" you smiled and invited him in.

"Hello" he looked around the room curiously. "Am I alone with you tonight?"

You closed the distance to him and put a hand on his chest, his pulse was racing.

"No, I'm waiting on someone else. But in the meantime..."

You tilted your head up, signalling to him that he could kiss you, and he was tentative, but he responded by pressing his lips to yours gently.

But in true Franco fashion, his kiss only stayed chaste for about 5 seconds before he was pressing against you and prying your mouth open to taste you properly.

You were out of breath and panting heavily when another knock sounded, much more certain in its volume, and you quickly straightened yourself out before answering the door.

Kimi pouted when he noticed your already dishevelled state. "Did you start without me?"

Franco was sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

"Don't worry, we haven't started the fun part yet" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you laughed.

You dragged the young italian to the bed and grinned at Franco.

"Let's play a game"

Franco raised an eyebrow. "What kind of game?"

You had a bag in the corner, from which you conjured a long piece of soft black fabric.

"I'm going to blindfold you, and you will have to guess who is touching you..."

He hummed appreciatively. Kimi smiled, obviously on board.

"Okay, why not..."

Franco looked so good naked and blindfolded you felt the overwhelming urge to take a picture.

You trailed a finger up his leg and he twitched. His lips parted slightly when another hand, Kimi's this time, landed on the space between his belly button and his rapidly hardening cock.

Franco had been instructed to keep his hands by his side, and he was already having trouble with that, forced to clutch the covers to resist the urge.

Kimi placed a soft kiss on the crease of Franco's inner thigh and the Argentine sighed.

He said your name and you chuckled.

"Nope, that was not me"

He frowned under the blindfold, and bit his lip when Kimi's lips landed on his skin again, even closer to his dick.

Then you pushed Kimi away and took Franco into your mouth, suckling gently on the tip while he squirmed under you.

"Kimi" he moaned weakly, and you pulled off to chuckle.

"Nope"

He huffed.

Kimi replaced you, sinking down on Franco's girth, and you leaned up and kissed Franco.

He groaned softly, thinking you were Kimi, but when his hand (no longer able to hold back) landed in your hair he gasped into your mouth at the realisation that Kimi was in fact, not kissing him, but sucking his cock.

And sucking it well.

He didn't know Kimi was this good.

A sudden wave of arousal pooled in his stomach at the thought. Kimi had won the race, and yet he was sucking Franco's dick...

How the hell did he get so lucky?

You could feel Franco tensing up under you, and his abdomen twitching under your touch.

You leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"You can come if you want, he swallows..."

Franco moaned, and his fingers currently buried in Kimi's curls tightened, and Kimi had no choice but to take it as the taste of the Alpine driver invaded his mouth and he did his best not to choke.

He didn't, of course.

You removed Franco's blindfold and he blinked up at you, quickly adjusting to the light.

He looked pretty bewildered, and you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"First point with Alpine" you smirked softly and he chuckled.

"Yeah. Hopefully not the last..."

You shushed him with another kiss, before sitting up to give Kimi an equally chaste kiss.

"You wanna fuck me, Kimi?"

He giggled. Like, giggled, and nodded while pulling you closer to his body.

Franco was happy to watch, so you lay down on your back and propped your hips up with a pillow.

Kimi was eager to get inside you, so you decided to forgo prep in favour of getting to feel the stretch of his thick cock splitting you open as he sank in slowly.

He let out a guttural moan when he bottomed out. He knew he'd never get used to this, but Jesus Christ, you felt good.

Unfortunately going slow was mandatory, but was also the reason he was losing his mind because the friction felt like heaven.

So he picked up the pace a little, and you moaned when he accidentally changed the angle and thrusted right into your g-spot.

"Fuck- Kimi"

Your hands were squeezing his waist, trying to pull him deeper and he felt like his brain was melting with your rhythmic pulsing around him.

"Franco, help..."

He begged, and Franco came to his aid without question.

"I'm so close, can you..."

He motioned vaguely, and Franco got the hint, leaning down to where the two of you were joined.

The first pass of his tongue over your clit made you jolt, and squeeze around Kimi, who's fingers were probably going to bruise your hips with how tight he was holding on.

The two of you were like a stretched rubber band, ready to snap any second, and the catalyst was Franco, and his damn mouth.

And he knew it. He could feel it, and when you looked down at him you saw the smirk pulling at his lips.

He was definitely enjoying the control he had over you, making your hips twitch every time he flicked your clit.

"Stop teasing, Franco" you tried to sound authoritative but it came off like a whine. Fortunately Kimi was just as desperate and tried a different approach.

He grabbed Franco by the hair and shoved him against you, and Franco didn't even try to resist, he gave you what you wanted and sucked on your clit with a moan.

Both that and Kimi's display of dominance triggered your orgasm, and Kimi fucked you through it while Franco kept stimulating you, and it was so intense you could feel yourself getting significantly wetter.

So wet that Kimi's lower half was soaked and both men were groaning at the sight of you squirting all over him.

He couldn't hold back, he slammed into you wetly a few more times, and you were so hot and wet he had no choice but to come inside you.

You were panting and twitching, and you decided to drag Franco up for a quick sloppy kiss, and you tasted yourself on his lips as he invaded your mouth.

"I'm hard again..." he panted, and you let him take Kimi's place between your legs and push his cock through your folds a few times, and that's all it took for him to gasp and reach his peak, come streaking over your skin obscenely.

Kimi, who you hadn't noticed had left, was back with a damp towel to clean you up with, and you laughed.

"Kimi, I love the effort but I am going to be needing an actual shower after that"

He rolled his eyes and dropped the towel, instead helping you up to accompany you to the bathroom.

You turned to Franco.

"You coming or what?"

He looked down, and your eyes followed his gaze. He was already at half-mast again.

You grinned at each other and he jumped off the bed.

"It's bad for your bladder to hold it for long periods of time, you know?"

Franco shot you a look of disapproval. You really weren't helping his predicament.

Traffic today was an absolute nightmare, and Franco being the passenger princess that he was, refused to drive in it.

"I am not pissing in the car"

"It's your car, do what you want" you kept your voice steady, but secretly you were really hoping he wouldn't be able to last.

A sick and twisted part of you thought that Franco soiling himself would be the hottest thing on earth.

The tension was palpable, he wasn't moving a single muscle. The car wasn't moving either, unfortunately.

"Is there a bottle somewhere in here you could use?"

Franco growled, in fact there had been several empty bottles in the car that morning, but you'd cleaned it out before the trip back home from your vacation.

He was sweating, either from the heat or the intense effort, and not even the AC could've saved him from the cramps in his abdomen.

His thighs were tense and he was white-knuckling the edge of the seat. Your eyes drifted to the gps. Taking into account the traffic, there was no way Franco would hold out.

And if he tried, you were slightly worried he would do damage to himself.

"Franco just let go. I'll pay for the cleaners if you want and I'll tell them it's my car"

He shook his head, eyes screwed shut in pain. "It's not other people I'm worried about, it's you... it's embarrassing"

You blinked at the car in front of you.

"Franco..." your voice was full of bewilderment. "I saw you shit yourself at a mexican restaurant. You puked on my shoes the very first time we met. Pissing yourself in the car is not going to change how I feel about you..."

He barked out a laugh, but immediately regretted it when a spurt of pee escaped and made a spot on his pants.

"Don't make me laugh!"

You grinned and put a hand on his knee, which made his leg jerk.

"My point is, you've done worse. And holding it in is not good for you. Trust me, just do it, you'll feel so much better" Your words were sincere, but they were laced with the unspoken want to see it happen.

The mexican restaurant and your shoes had been involuntary. This time he needed to want it to happen, he needed to give up control. And although you were happy to wait for another two hours, you knew you didn't need to.

After another minute of silence, Franco leaned forward, put his head on his arms on the dashboard and let out the most pathetic noise you'd ever heard.

Then, through the silence came the slight hiss you were waiting for. It sent a thrill down your spine. He was actually doing it. He was wetting himself in front of you.

You rubbed your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure inside you, but it didn't do much to quench your sudden neediness.

The moan Franco let out was absolutely pornographic, although to him it was probably just the expression of profound relief. To you however it sounded like sweet victory, and you were so turned on you would've parked at the side of the road and jumped his bones if you could.

Franco didn't hear you when you couldn't help muttering under you breath. "Good boy"

The rest of the journey went by in silence. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that his face was burning red, and at some point he took his wet trousers off to get more comfortable.

Once you were back home, Franco made a beeline for the shower and didn't say a word.

You went straight to your bedroom, ripped your underwear off and flopped on the bed, hand immediately searching for the inevitable wetness you knew you'd find.

Your body was buzzing with energy, and your swollen clit was so sensitive to your touch that you couldn't play with it like you normally would, instead having to slip two fingers inside yourself to get a little relief.

It was something, at least, and you were so focused on the burning between your legs that you didn't hear the door open and Franco step in.

"Oh... wow"

His voice made you jump and you looked at him pleadingly.

"Need you so bad..." you whined. "It's not enough"

Franco frowned, not immediately understanding why you were so needy. It took a second for his brain to catch up and his jaw dropped.

"Is this because of what happened in the car?"

You nodded bashfully and tried to circle your clit again. Slightly better but still too much. You needed Franco and his soft mouth.

"It was so hot, baby." You moaned breathlessly. "I didn't think you were going to do it, but you were so good."

That seemed to give him a boost of confidence, and he disguarded his towel and climbed onto the bed.

"You really liked it that much? Watching me soak my own car because I was so desperate?"

You pulled him down for a kiss, and he happily let you manœuvre him on top of you, cock poking at your inner thigh.

"Need you so bad. I've been horny and wet for hours..."

He smirked lazily and trailed sloppy kisses down the side of your neck. "In that case... let me help you with that"

You closed your eyes, focusing on his lips traveling downwards. He pressed a sweet kiss to your clit, and your hips jumped slightly.

Franco raised a brow but didn't comment on the movement, instead moving further down and lapping at your folds.

"I can't believe seeing me piss myself got you this wet..."

Hour fingers tightened in his curls and he wasted no time plunging his tongue inside you, as far as it would go, while his nose gently bumped against your clit.

The mix of sensations was so intense, it only took a minute for your legs to start trembling, and to Franco's surprise you came with a wail all over his face.

Apparently that had gotten him so hard that he bypassed fucking you entirely, and just jerked off over you, eyes focused on the mess between your thighs.

He came almost immediately, and a lot, in spurts over your lower abdomen, and his state was equally bewildering to you as yours was to him.

You were both panting, staring between each other's face and the mess on your body. It was dripping, down you thighs and your sides. You watched wordlessly it and your brains both made a connection at the same time and your eyes widened at each other.

"Uhmmm..."

"That would be hot..." you whispered.

"It would..." Franco seemed lost in a trance.

"Maybe... maybe next time?" You asked hopefully.

His eyes snapped to your face, he was breathless and confused, and shockingly his cock was filling up again.

He stared at it, then at you.

You and Franco were in an open relationship, and it wasn't rare for either one of you to hook up with other people at parties like these.

The other drivers were all well aware. Maybe too aware. You and Franco were both whores, your relationship didn't change that.

And tonight, you'd made a deal with a few of them.

As a treat for him (and them, and most of all for you), they were allowed to take turns fucking him. Or teasing him, or really doing whatever they wanted to him. The filthier the better, and of course was more fun for everyone if it happened out in the open.

Franco knew about the agreement. The guys knew Franco knew.

The only thing that hadn't been planned...

"Oh my god..."

Charles' breath got caught in his throat when he opened the door.

The maid outfit.

Charles looked good himself, in an endlessly recycled gladiator costume from his prema days.

He invited the two of you in, eyes never leaving the hem of Franco's skirt, which was barely enough to cover much of anything.

The energy in the room shifted when everyone caught sight of the two of you.

You weren't in anything special. A black dress with a corset, some blood smeared on your face and hands to make up for the fact that the vampire teeth you bought refused to glue on properly.

Fut Franco? He was straight out of a pervert's wet dream. Short-short skirt with the tiniest apron to cinch his waist, and a frilly headpiece sitting in his curls.

Lando was particularly entranced by the way Franco's stockings were a little tight around his thighs and made them look really plump.

You ended up on the couch, Franco in the middle, you and Lando bracketing him in as he squirmed.

"This isn't what I expected when she said you'd be free to use..." Lando nosed up the side of Franco's sensitive neck. "But I'm definitely not complaining"

His hand inched up the younger man's thigh, under the skirt until he met the bulge underneath.

True to his character, Franco was already half hard, so excited about what was going to come next. Well presumably him.

Everyone else was milling around, music blasting from the giant speakers in the kitchen, and you could feel their eyes drifting to the three of you every now and then.

Franco was putting on a show, just as planned.

Lando pulled him onto his lap surprisingly easily.

"Naughty..." he chuckled lowly. "Getting off on being watched. Such a whore"

Franco was so red in the face he looked like he was going to explode. It was a nice change from the usual suave, flirty, shameless Franco everyone was used to.

You got closer to the pair, and made Franco look at you. His eyes were lidded. "If you're so desperate to get off, why don't you do it on his thigh? Give everyone a proper show, yeah?"

Franco bit his bottom lips and nodded, staring at the floor as he slowly started moving his hips. He didn't dare look up in case any of the others were watching him.

He got bolder, Lando's jean-clad thigh providing perfect friction against his cock, which had spilled out of his tiny lace panties.

His whimpers weren't loud enough to be heard by any of the others over the music, but you and Lando were privy to them, and you were getting wet at the sight of your boyfriend in such a debauched and compromising position.

Lando's fingers gripped Franco's waist harshly, guiding the movement of his hips while you leaned over and turned Lando's head towards you.

He looked at your lips, then into your eyes and nodded, so you joined your lips in a sloppy makeout while Franco worked over his lap.

You didn't see the way Lewis was looking at the three of you, but Franco could. Or at least, he could feel the Brit's burning gaze on him, and he felt like he was going to combust any second now.

His idol, his hero, was watching him get off off another man's thigh. It was surreal.

His thighs trembled with the effort, and it wasn't long before he was coming with a pathetic whine as he rubbed himself almost sore.

When he finally stood up on shaky legs, there was a dark wet patch on Lando's jeans, next to a noticeable tent in the fabric.

"You gonna clean up your mess?" Lando smirked, and in a haze Franco dropped to his knees and started licking up his own come off the rough fabric.

Your jaw dropped, seeing Franco so pliant was new, and definitely a welcome addition to the list of things you were going to add to your regular activities.

You could see it in his eyes, when he looked up at you and Lando that he was gone, and he would be doing absolutely anything that was asked of him...

The music was turned down a notch. Everyone was watching now, and Lewis was still sitting on his chair with a drink in hand, on the other side of the large sitting room.

You grinned at him, and leaned down to whisper in Franco's ear.

"Lewis seems interested in your services. Why don't you go and entertain him, hmm?"

A soft gasp and a sultry gaze later, he was getting up and taking a step, but was promptly stopped by Lewis holding up a hand.

"Ah, ah. On your knees."

Franco's eyes widened, looking at a very smug Lewis who was pointing at the floor.

Franco got back on his knees, and everyone held their breath, waiting for what came next.

Painfully slowly, Franco's hands hit the carpet, and he crawled over to the Champion, on his hands and knees while everyone gawped at him.

It felt like an eternity until he finally got to Lewis, and he was able to paw at his suit.

He was wearing a simple black three-piece, sunglasses tucked in the collar. You didn't know what he was supposed to be, but he looked good.

He obliged Franco's desperate pleas, mocking how needy for cock he was, and the Argentine hurried to get his mouth around him.

The skirt had ridden up, so Franco's panties were fully on display, along with his now soft cock hanging pathetically between his spread thighs.

All the drivers watched Franco gulp down as much of Lewis' impressive length as he could, teary eyes looking up at the Brit.

He wasn't like that for too long though, because just as he was getting into a real rhythm, Lewis had an idea.

He pulled him off his cock by the hair, and smiled evilly.

"Get on your hands and knees on the carpet" he pointed to a spot in the middle of the room in front of the couch you and Lando were still sitting on. "Don't move from there, got it?"

Franco was too turned on to question it, and crawled over obediently.

"Max, why don't you keep his mouth occupied while I go get some lube?"

Max looked surprised at being adressed directly, but he nodded and followed Franco.

The younger man was panting slightly, watching Max approach with a noticeable bulge in his pants that making his mouth water.

Franco felt so exposed, cock out and quickly hardening as he felt hot with the weight of everyone's hungry gazes on him. He felt like the prey in a room packed with predators. He wasn't getting out of this alive.

Max's cock was shorter than Lewis' so he could take it to the base, but the thickness made his jaw ache and within seconds he had drool dripping down his chin as Max fucked into his eager mouth.

He could feel the Alpine driver relaxing somewhat, so he pushed harder, hand holding the back of his head to stop him from being able to escape too far.

Lewis came back with a huge bottle of lube and plopped it next to Franco, the soft thud making him flinch as Lewis kneeled behind him.

"Want you to show us how well you can take your fingers... and you'd better do a good job or the next part is going to hurt..."

You saw a tremor run through Franco's body as the instructions were given. He had to finger himself open, in front of everyone, while sucking the current world champion's cock, so that the previous champion could fuck him.

It took Franco a minute to compute, and he shakily managed to get some lube on his fingers then reach back to where Lewis was generously holding his panties to the side, and spreading him open.

He quickly took one finger, down to the base, having to arch his back to get deeper without moving his upper body.

There were gasps and groans around the room, a wave of arousal taking over the space as Franco fucked himself for their entertainment.

He was purposefully avoiding his own prostate, but that didn't stop him from getting more and more desparate to come as his cock dripped onto the carpet.

He deemed himself ready after lazily thrusting three fingers in for a bit, and gave Lewis a quick thumbs up.

"If you say so" he muttered sceptically, but lined his lubed cock up with Franco's twitching hole and pushed the head in.

The loud groan Franco let out made Max hiss and grab his curls harder. Lewis fucked in quickly and Franco was so tight he had to stay there and breathe through it.

Your boyfriend looked really good stuffed to the brim, and Lando noticed how turned on you appeared.

"Need something?" he murmured and you looked at him pleadingly.

"Please"

He had his cock in his hand, hard as anything, and he motioned for you to get on it.

You straddled his hips, dress hiked up and your back to his chest as your warmed his cock while watching the show.

Lewis and Max eventually got into a rhythm, and Franco's body was giving up on him so bad they were practically holding him up.

Lewis came first, with a firm thrust to bury himself as deep as possible inside the younger man.

"Such a good whore..." Lewis grunted and Franco whined wantonly.

They decided to move him, and drapped him over the coffee table, facing you, panties pulled down around his thighs to expose him to the rest of the room as come dripped out of him.

Max fucked into him next, groaning at the heat and taking Franco right there on the table while you moved slowly on Lando's cock. Your gazes met briefly, and you decided then and there that you would definitely be doing this again.

"Sletje... fuck" Max was close, pressing Franco's body into the table while whispering filth in his ear. "Thank god I have you while you're still tight... can't imagine what you'll feel like once everyone's had a go..."

Franco shuddered with arousal, and came unexpectedly with a shocked gasp, the image of being used by everyone there sending waves of heat through his system, and he cried out, as he took all Max's come too.

He was panting, spent, and still Max motionned Fernando over to offer him a turn.

"Champions go first"

You glanced around, some of the drivers were palming themselves, others had their cock out, ready for when it would be their turn.

Fernando was slow, but not gentle. His thrusts were powerful, Franco's thighs digging into the edge of the table on every one, and he was letting out pathetic little moans every time.

Lando could feel you twitching around him, and he pulled you down on his cock, hard. You whimpered as he wrapped his arm around your hips to lock you in place.

"Nuh huh, you're not coming until your boyfriend has been fucked by every single person in this room."

You gasped, and Franco's head whipped up. He apparently heard Lando, and it hit both of you at the same time.

This had been planned all along.

"That's what you get for whoring the poor boy out at every opportunity..."

You watched Fernando lean over Franco, an arm curling around his neck to hold him still as he bullied his cock into him.

The Spaniard was moaning, Franco was crying again but unable to make any noise, and Lando wasn't letting you move an inch on his cock buried inside you.

Fernando grunted and filled Franco up generously, and tutted when he pulled out and watched come leak out and down his inner thighs.

"Puta" he spat, and waved George over.

One by one, the drivers came, and came, leaving Franco increasingly full and leaking.

To make it go by quicker, after a while they decid to go in pairs, one fucking him while the other used his mouth, and very soon Franco had enough come inside and on him to sponsor a clinic.

But he did look good with a slack jaw and pearly streaks across his skin. And when the last two were finished, you cried in relief as Lando finally fucked into you from below, suddenly overwhelmed as he rubbed tight circles on your clit to get you off quickly.

Lewis let the two of you shower there, and then Franco took a guest room and passed out immediately, while you went to see the few remaining drivers still having a drink in the kitchen.

"He's going to sleep for a week" you chuckled, and Fernando held out a glass for you, which you gladly took.

"No shit, I don't think I'd be capable of even staying conscious through all that..." George shivered.

You hummed. "He did enjoy it though, any ideas what he should wear next year?"

Lewis shrugged. "I like the maid outfit"

"I know you do" you smirked.

"What about a playboy bunny?" Lando piped up. "With a buttplug tail"

You could tell he was half joking, but you slowly turned towards him with wide eyes and a lot of glee.

● The first time Carlos noticed you with Franco he almost threw up in his mouth. 

Franco and you were walking into the paddock, hand in hand and looking all happy together. 

For the entire day, when Franco wasn't busy, his arm was around you. 

Or his hand was on your back, or your neck, or your hair. He apparently felt the need to touch you at all fucking times. 

Carlos wasn't entirely sure why your relationship with the Argentine made him so angry. 

He wasn't into you like that, you were close friends, and he had nothing against Franco, so his own anger confused the hell out of him. 

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Carlos had been building up the courage to finally make a move on you. 

● The second time, Carlos felt his blood boil when he caught the two of you making out behind one of the garages. 

He'd almost punched the younger man in his stupid boyish face. 

How could you let Franco rope you into doing something so stupid and reckless? 

He was a bad influence on you, and Carlos told you so but you laughed him off. 

You said you and Franco weren't serious, that you were just messing around. 

That almost made it worse in Carlos' opinion. You deserved better than that, you deserved someone more mature. 

Someone who knew to please a woman. 

Someone more like him. 

That thought made him shiver.  

● The third time he finally thought he was getting somewhere. 

 In between race weekends you chatted often, and when you had two week breaks, the opportunities to see each other multiplied.  

You could feel how distant he'd been lately, and you wanted to remedy that by inviting him to your yacht party. 

It wasn't a huge thing, just a few drivers (the ones that could make it) and a few friends. 

But the first thing he saw when he got there was Franco, with his arms wrapped around you as you danced. 

He'd been stupid to think Franco wouldn't be there, but it still pissed him off to no end every time you kissed him. 

And that little number you were wearing wasn't helping either. 

It was somewhere between lace and mesh, covering and hugging your bikini clad figure underneath. 

You'd spent the afternoon swimming with Franco, it transpired. 

The only time he smiled was when you finally gave him some attention, sitting in his lap, obviously slightly tipsy, and told him how much you enjoyed being his teammate. 

Then you pecked him on the cheek, which made his heart beat out of his chest, before going straight back to Franco. 

He scowled the rest of the night, hoping everyone could forgive him for his inexplicable sour mood. 

But there was one other person there that didn't need an explanation. He knew Carlos well enough by now to know exactly why he frowned more than he smiled nowadays. 

● “Jealous? Of him? You have got to be joking” 

Fernando levelled Carlos with a look that clearly said ‘Cut the bullshit mate’ 

They were both standing around, watching the mechanics rushing around on media day, trying to get everything ready for the next day. 

“You have been teammates for two years and you never made a move, of course she has someone else now” 

The old man was right. Damn him. 

Carlos had been attracted to you from the moment you joined the team, but had been hesitant to potentially ruin the great dynamic you had going with him. 

“I know, and it's not like I love her, I just think I could satisfy her better than that kid” 

Fernando sighed. They watched you suddenly emerge from somewhere, pursued by Franco. 

From their vantage point they couldn't hear anything, but it looked like you were having an argument. 

“Ah? Trouble in paradise?” Fernando smirked. 

Carlos hummed thoughtfully. 

He wasn't about to jump in while you and Franco were having problems, he wasn't a dog. 

But he was insanely curious about what you could possibly be angry about. 

Maybe Franco had caught feelings? Maybe he was bad at sex? Maybe you were ending the arrangement because you liked somebody else? 

A man could dream, anyway. 

He won the race on Sunday, and when you'd jumped out of your car and into his arms he felt the weight in his stomach lift, just a bit. 

But you couldn't celebrate his win with him because you had an early flight. 

The more Carlos thought about it, the more he wanted to strangle himself for not fucking you sooner.  

● By the next race, Fernando was officially sick of Carlos' behaviour. 

He'd slumped down on his driver’s room couch and ranted about how he was sure you were in love with Franco because you'd stopped paying attention to him. 

“Listen, mate” He huffed “Do you want me to talk to her? Do you want me to talk to Franco?” 

Carlos scoffed at the idea. 

“No that would make it worse. They would know you came from me” 

Fernando rolled his eyes and made his way to the door. 

“I can be very inconspicuous…” 

… 

That night, Fernando followed you home. 

Not in a creepy way, he just took an uber with you to your hotel, so that he could start a conversation and hopefully dig into some gossip. 

Or at least that's what he told you. 

His real intentions were to get you to talk about Franco, and Carlos. 

And then if he got the answers he suspected he was going to get… maybe a little something extra. 

This week, your hotel room had a minibar, which you and Fernando made full usage of during the evening. 

“So what is the deal with you and Franco? If you are dating it is not very discreet… I am surprised social media hasn't picked up on it yet” 

You laughed putting your 3rd shot of whatever concoction Fernando had created down on the smooth marble of the bar. 

“No, no! We're just having fun!” you chirped “You know, like young people do” 

You winked and Fernando raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Have more respect for your elders!” he chuckled. “But if you aren't serious, why were you fighting in the paddock the other day?” 

“Nando!” you gasped “You little gossip monger!” 

He raised his hands in surrender. “Just curious” 

“Well… if you must know, we were arguing about Carlos” 

Beautiful, he thought, he didn't even need to bring up his fellow spaniard, you were doing it for him. 

“Franco thinks Carlos hates him. Because he has this idea in his head that Carlos wants to fuck me, which is absurd, and that I want to fuck Carlos!”  

Fernando gasped. 

“No!... but… do you?” 

You seemed to hesitate at that. “Well, I wouldn't say no, he is fit. But I doubt he'd be interested” 

He chuckled. “Really? I assumed you were more interested in younger men because of Franco” 

You smirked cheekily at him. 

“Not really, I can go for slightly older men. In fact I haven't spoken to Franco in a few days now…”  

Your hand landed on Fernando's knee, and he gulped. 

"I think I need a change of pace…” 

His eyes darkened and he leaned against the counter. 

“How much older can you go?” 

“I don't know…” you purred, hand slowly making its way up his tense thigh “twenty years? Give or take” 

The look in his eyes was predatory as he glanced at your lips. 

“Good.” He rumbled “Then let me show you the benefit of experience”... 

By the time he got on his plane the next day, he had a plan. El plan to end all plans. He just wasn't sure how to set it in motion. 

● The perfect opportunity landed in his lap a week later, when you sent him a text. 

“Nanooo, how would you feel about an afternoon on my yacht? Maybe have a bit of fun ;)” 

He grinned, typing out a response immediately. 

“I am always down for some fun ;) Can I bring someone to join us?” 

You were taken aback by his request, but you agreed without much convincing, even though he refused to tell you who he was bringing because it was a surprise. 

You sure were excited though, because there was only one logical choice. Carlos.  

The reason (you suspected) Fernando wanted to talk to you that night before… well… 

The memory made your heart beat a little faster every time it crept into your mind. 

How own earth were you going to handle two of them?

When the day came, you picked out your nicest bikini and sprawled out on the deck while you waited. 

When you heard a voice call out your name, you bolted upright. 

That wasn't Fernando's voice. It was… 

“Franco?”  

He grinned, making his way over to you. 

“Ooh you look nice today!” he embraced you warmly, but you just sat there in shock. 

“You were who Fernando wanted to bring?” you asked incredulously. 

“Yes? Are you disappointed?” he seemed a bit hurt at your lack of enthusiasm. 

“No of course not! I just wasn't expecting it to be you. I’m surprised you’d want to… you know, with Fernando.” 

You giggled and he kissed your forehead affectionately. 

“I am up for anything, you know that” 

Fair enough. 

“Why don't I get us a couple of drinks while we wait for him?” he offered kindly, he knew your yacht in and out by now and you accepted. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched him jog down the steps. 

You weren't sure whether you were happy or disappointed.  

Franco and Fernando seemed like quite duo, but you'd kind of build yourself up to the idea of finally getting to fuck Carlos and… 

Well you didn't really have time to finish that thought, because suddenly Carlos was there, walking across the deck, having just come aboard. 

He quickly noticed your terrified expression and stopped in his tracks. 

“I am guessing Fernando didn't tell you I was coming…” 

Your eyes darted to the steps, up which Franco would be coming any second now. 

“No he did not” 

“Are you… are you not happy to see me?” he looked heart broken and you snapped out of your stupor to go and give him a hug. 

“Of course I am… it's just-“ 

“Listen, I told Fernando if you are not comfortable with this, we do not have to do anything. He told me you would be…” 

He trailed off, eyes fixed on Franco who was standing back on the deck with two glasses in his hands, and looking slightly confused. 

Carlos scoffed “Why is he here? I thought it was going to be the three of us?” 

Franco’s eyes narrowed at the older man. “I could ask the same, I was invited by Fernando” 

Carlos looked at you questioningly, and you looked at Franco, who looked a Carlos, and it carried on like that for several seconds, a festival of wide eyes traveling back and forth. 

“I'm gonna call him” you finally broke the silence and grabbed your phone. 

When he picked up, his smiling face took up the entire screen and he was wearing the most ostentatious sunglasses you'd ever seen. 

“Fernando what the fuck did you do?” 

He just laughed and set his phone down so that you could see he was in a car. 

“Ah, I take it the other two are already there. I’m sorry nena, I will be a few minutes late, don't let them kill each other before I get there” 

He hung up, and you just stared blankly at the screen for a minute. 

“So… what do we think his plan was?” Carlos asked warily. 

You thought back to the conversation you had with him in your hotel room. 

“Well… I'm guessing he wants me and Carlos to fuck.”  your gaze snapped towards Franco “But I'm not sure what your role is in this”

“Well… I will get another glass then” Franco responded, and promptly made his way back downstairs. 

“I'm sorry Carlos, I had no idea about any of this” 

He chuckled “Well I supposed it is partly my fault. I have been complaining to Fernando that I have wanted to fuck you since you joined the team” 

You choked on your spit. 

Franco didn't take long to come back and sit with you, each of you with a cold drink in hand while you waited for Fernando. 

When he did finally arrive, the three of you just stared at him, waiting for an explanation. 

“I thought we could all have some fun!” he shrugged. “Given that some of us are already… intimately acquainted” 

You blushed, avoiding his eyes. 

“And also I want to see you two finally fuck” he pointed between you and Carlos. 

Franco, who was closest to him, looked up at him shyly. 

“What about me?” 

Fernando threaded a hand through Franco's hair, pulling his head back slightly and making the younger man's breath hitch as his eyes widened. 

“You… are going to sit on my lap, hermoso, and watch them” He smiled evilly “And if you are a good boy, I might reward you” 

Franco gulped, and that image was so hot your thighs clenched together involuntarily, which caught Carlos' attention. 

“You like that idea?” he muttered, leaning close to your ear “You want me to fuck you while they watch us?” 

You nodded with a small whimper, and that was all Carlos needed to press you down onto the sun lounger and devour you. 

Almost literally, he all but attacked your neck with his greedy mouth, licking and sucking at your skin in an effort to mark you up. 

His hand made quick work of the ties on your bikini, getting you completely bare for him, and he marveled at the sight. 

He then worshipped your chest, sucking hickies into your soft flesh while his hand made its way between your legs to teasingly slip a finger inside you. 

You moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“More, Carlos.”  

He slipped another finger in and his thumb came to rub circles around your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine at the contact. 

He couldn't believe you were this wet already. 

It took you an embarrassingly short time to come, and Carlos groaned into your neck at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around his fingers. 

The sound of a bottle cap opening caught your attention and you looked at where Fernando was lubing up his fingers. 

What made a new wave of arousal course through you though, was that Franco was on his lap, bare from the waist down, his legs spread open by Fernando’s thighs. 

“Fucking hell” you muttered, and Carlos seemed to have the same though as he watched with an open mouth as Fernando teased Franco's rim, before pushing two fingers inside the younger man. 

The whimper he let out made your cunt throb, and you licked your lips at the sight of Franco's cock leaking precome onto the floor in front of him. 

“Look at me” Carlos muttered, and the look he was giving you made butterflies erupt in your stomach. “I have waited for this for a long time, I am going to savour it” 

His eyes were fully black, and he slid into you slowly, inch by agonising inch until his hips met yours. 

You let out a breath, and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss while he waited for you to adjust to his girth. 

You glanced to the side, to where Fernando was placing Franco over his cock, and the younger man didn't even wince when he sank down onto it. 

“Now don't move until I say so” Fernando rumbled, and the order made Carlos twitch inside you. 

He thrusted into you shallowly, figuring out the angle and pace you preferred by the amount of noise you were making. 

Thank god your yacht was docked right at the end of the marina, next to the cliff face so you weren't very visible (or audible).  

As Carlos picked up the pace, he could feel your legs trembling, so he hooked them over his shoulders to press you down harder while he bullied his cock into you. 

The new angle made you fucking melt into the lounger, it was so good. 

Franco was having trouble obeying Fernando's orders, the sight of you falling apart under Carlos was making him so fucking needy it hurt. 

Not to mention Fernando's cock buried inside him, stretching him out so perfectly it was keeping him on edge.

“Nando…” he whimpered “Please, I'm gonna come” 

His hips were twitching uncontrolably, and the Spaniard decided to take pity on him. 

“Carlos!” he called “bring her over here so she can suck him off” 

The two of you crawled over without hesitation, and Franco was manhandled onto his knees with Fernando behind him. 

The first lick against Franco's angry, leaking tip made him sob out a whine and you promptly took him down as far as you could go. 

Carlos resumed his earlier pace, and stared at the way Franco's eyes rolled into the back of his skull. 

Fernando held him in place and thrusted into him at a brutal pace while you sucked him off diligently. 

Suddenly his body clenched and he threw his head back in pleasure. 

“Fuck- Mierda… Puta ma-“ 

Carlos couldn't hold himself back at the obscene sight in front of him, Fernando fucking into Franco like an animal, while you swallowed his cum like a good girl. 

A few more thrusts and he was spilling inside you as well, panting hard as he curled over you and wrapped an arm around your middle to ground himself after that intense wave of pleasure. 

Fernando wasn't far behind, coming inside Franco with a low groan while the Argentine let out a breathless whimper at the feeling of being filled up. 

Carlos thought he looked almost ethereal, glowing in the sunset with his lips bitten raw and his utterly fucked out expression. 

The thought almost made his cock twitch back to life.

You were half joking when you suggested it. It was obvious Franco was struggling to find something good for your birthday, because he kept asking you what you wanted.

"I don't know, suprise me" you kept saying which just increased Franco's panic at the ever-approaching deadline of your birthday.

He was desperate. He was asking his fellow drivers, or at least the ones with girlfriends, who would have some sort of "good" idea. When he asked Yuki, all he got as an answer was that his ex made him take her on an expensive vacation for her birthday and then dumped him immediately after.

Anyway...

Franco came to you two days before your birthday.

"Please. Just tell me something. Anything. I will do it for you!"

He was trailing after you like a lost puppy as you did your grocery shopping. You laughed at his dispair.

"Baby, honestly I don't mind. You could get me literally anything and I'd be happy"

He whined in frustration.

"But I have no idea! I want to do something special for you. Something that nobody has given you before"

You giggled. "Well I've never had a threesome, is that good enough of a suggestion for you?"

You walked off, exasperated at Franco's lack of imagination. But you didn't see the way he'd stopped following you, and was standing next to the cereal boxes with a dropped jaw and wide eyes. That was it. Perfect.

"What the fuck did you just ask me?"

Franco was a similar shade as the Ferrari next to him as he avoided the other man's eyes.

Lewis was gawping at him. "Your girlfriend wants a threesome for her birthday and you decided to aske me? That is a terrible idea, man. Ask literally any other driver but me"

He sent Max a text.

With every "No" that Franco recieved, his ego took a hit. He was a big fan of Lewis, but perhaps asking your idol for a threesome was a little bit naïve.

Max didn't even dignify it with a response.

None of the rookies were single, and although he asked them all anyway, they thought he was joking.

Carlos wasn't available.

He even asked Fernando, who told him to ask someone who wasn't two whole decades older than his girlfriend. Fair enough.

Then, after the race on Sunday, came his salvation in the form of one Oscar Piastri.

Oscar wasn't down for a threesome, but he knew someone who probably was. He'd beaten Lando by several seconds throught no fault of the brit's, his car had sustained a bit of damage and was just slower.

Lando was still beating himself up over it though. So when Oscar caught wind of Franco's dilemma, he had the perfect solution. Lando could blow off some steam and get out of his head.

Lando was down for that, Franco was nervous, but also down. And he knew you liked Lando, so it was a done deal, all he needed to do was surprise you.

You could tell Franco had planned something big.

He woke you up with breakfast in bed, and kissed you sweetly. He whispered a "Happy Birthday, my love" against your lips and left you to your food.

Then... nothing. All day.

He didn't mention your birthday at all, and didn't give you any presents.

Which you knew meant he was nervous and was just trying to hide it. You were excited to know what he'd prepared.

As the day went on his behaviour got more and more suspicious. He kept tilting his phone discreetly so that you couldn't see the screen. He was talking to somebody. His phone kept pinging all day, which was weird in itself because Franco always had his phone on silent.

It got to around 8 PM and you'd just finished a light dinner consisting of your favourite take out order. Franco cleared up, and invited you to follow him up to the bedroom.

"Do you trust me?" He asked shyly as he pawed at your clothes to get you to take them off.

"Of course" you smiled and kissed him. "How do you want me?"

"Naked, and blindfolded on the bed"

You smirked at him. "That's not a problem"

You lay down on the soft sheets, smiling up at your boyfriend as he fished a piece of fabric out of the dresser, and then hesitated.

"Can I also tie your hands?"

"Of course" you giggled.

He did so, making sure the restraints weren't too tight, and checking that you couldn't see anything through the blindfold.

He gave you one last lingering kiss. "I will be back in a moment"

You nodded, fingers drumming on the headboard where you were attached in anticipation. Whatever this was you had a feeling it would be good.

Franco met Lando at the door and led him through the apartment with bated breath. Lando was just as, if not more nervous than the Argentine.

He wasn't sure what to expect. He'd been chatting with Franco all day about you, your preferences, what was on and off the table, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you, spread out and waiting on the bed.

Franco put a finger to his lips to signal that he didn't want to reveal the surprise just yet.

Lando watched as he leaned over and kiss you, his hands trailing over your curves, and it got more passionate as he saw your chest rise and fall faster when Franco slipped a hand between your legs.

You gasped and spread your thighs further to give him access, and at the same time gave Lando a better view. Of your cunt, wet and waiting as Franco circled your clit slowly.

He motioned Lando over, and silently communicated that he could touch you.

He ghosted his fingers against your ribs, and then went higher, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

You sighed happily, loving the attention from your boyfriend. The hand on your chest got bolder, teasing your nipple and squeezing gently.

Then a hand hooked around your thigh, gently pulling you open further for the fingers now circing your entrance.

When they pushed inside you, you moaned, and the hand on your breast moved to the other one.

Then suddenly, your mind caught up and you froze.

One on your breast, one on your thigh, one inside you...

That was three hands. Most definitely one too many.

"Franco-" you gasped, but he shushed you with a kiss.

"Do you trust me?"

You shifted nervously. "Yes"

He smiled against your lips. "Then just lie back and enjoy your birthday present, baby"

But before you could figure it out, another hand landed on you. On your lower stomach, pressing down slightly, as Franco pressed his fingers upwards, and a moan was ripped from you as white hot pleasure licked up your spine.

You nodded, relaxing somewhat.

You got considerably wetter at the idea of more than one person ravaging you tonight. And this was very sweet of your boyfriend. You wondered which hand was the impostor's. The fingers slowly pumping back inside you felt too familiar for it not to be Franco.

You no longer cared who's hands were who's. You realised this was turning you on immensely, and you needed to come, badly.

Four hands worked your body, slowly, precisely, taking you apart expertly and it was all quite overwhelming, so much that when you suddenly felt the long lick of a tongue against your clit you cried out, and came with Franco's name on your lips.

You heard a chuckle next to you, it was Franco.

"It's not my name you should be saying, amor"

Franco pulled his fingers out, and they were immediately replaced with a tongue. It lapped at you eagerly, and the two mystery hands curled around your thighs to hold you down.

You whined at the overstimulation, but it was too good to ask them to stop.

"Fuck-"

Franco groaned from somewhere next to you, and you turned your head towards him.

"Franco- who is ahh... who is it?"

The man was pulling out all the stops to try and turn you non-verbal. Sucking and licking at your clit roughly.

"You get three guesses. Get it right I take the blindfold off, get it wrong and he fucks you without you knowing. Deal?"

You nodded, unable to say much else with how well treated you were being in that moment.

You tried your best to use your senses to identify the man, but it wasn't like you knew what his colleagues' heads felt like between your legs.

Although... you noted that his cheeks felt rather smooth against your inner thighs. No stubble then.

You stupidly yelled the first name you could think of who was always clean shaven.

"George!"

Both Franco and the man between your legs snorted.

"Ha! No..."

Okay... you tried to concentrate, the hands on your thighs tightened, and you felt something digging into your skin... a ring!

"Charles!"

Franco chuckled and kissed your cheek.

"No"

You were getting desperate, your orgasm was approaching, and you were having trouble concentrating on anything but the pressure building in your gut.

"Fuck! "

He gave you one last lick and you moaned weakly. Franco just kissed your cheek happily.

You couldn't stop it, the pleasure crested, then washed over you in waves as you drenched the face between your legs in your juices.

"Any other guesses?"

You shook your head, breaths ragged.

"Shame..."

You heard the click of a belt and clothes hitting the floor.

A presence loomed over you, and your thighs twitched closed reflexively.

"No, darling open up for him. I know you can take it...It's the least you can do after failing to guess his name"

You whined when you felt Franco spread your legs, holding you open for the man lining himself up with your sopping cunt.

He slid inside in one slow thrust. All the way to the base, quite easy with how wet you were.

You moaned loudly at the delicious stretch. Whoever he was, he was big.

Even Franco was slightly taken aback.

"That's... fuck that's it, baby. Taking it so well holy shit"

Your brain melted both at the praise and the cock inside you, and the first roll of his hips sent your eyes rolling back under the blindfold.

It was touching all the best spots inside you, overwhelmingly stimulating everything at once, and when fingers circled your clit lightly your back arched.

"M'gonna come-" you managed to gasp, and the two men stared at you in awe.

"Already?" Franco asked and you nodded. Your legs were shaking and your fingers were white-knuckling the headboard.

The weight above you shifted, and the mystery man leaned over you, face hovering barely an inch away.

He rolled his hips once, twice, then his hand came to wrap around your neck.

A sudden wave of arousal made you clench around him and he hissed, putting more of his weight on you, and you felt his lips ghost against your ear.

"Who knew you were such a cockslut, hmm?"

The voice hit you like a freight train. You tensed up and suddenly you were right on the edge.

Lando smirked into the side of your neck, and on the next harsh thrust of his hips you came with a scream of his name.

He was right there with you, the fact that you were so affected by him was more than he could handle and he only had to push into your hot cunt a couple more times before he was coming too.

Your blindfold was carefully removed, and you blinked to adjust to the light and Lando's face was there, grinning down at you like an idiot.

As you caught your breath Franco undid the restraints on your wrists, and Lando carefully pulled out.

His come dripped out of you and he groaned, having to squeeze a hand around himself with the pang of arousal he felt at the sight.

Franco was so hard it hurt and he had to push his pants down just for some relief.

Lando smirked at him.

He was indeed already half hard again, and he'd noticed Franco's staring.

"Give me minute and I'll fuck you too, if you want"

Franco scoffed.

You looked between the two of them, and how Franco was getting redder by the second.

Lando chuckled. "My come is dripping out of your girlfriend, don't get shy on me now, mate"

Franco squeaked and hid hus face. "Oh my god... that's not how I had planned this"

You laughed. "Well I think you made Lando come all the way here, you could at least get on your knees to thank him"

He wailed into his hands and you and Lando grinned at each other. You found something the two of you had in common, your love for torturing Franco.

"Ugh. Fine..." he whined, and stormed off to get some lube while you and Lando cackled in the background.

He was so easy.

And it wasn't like he didn't like begging you to peg him from time.

He came back and made you move over on the bed, leaving the two men room to manoeuvre.

Lando opened him up easily, the whole time cooing at how shy and squirmy he was as he took his fingers.

Little by little he relaxed and actually started moaning as Lando found his prostate, and given how on edge he already was, he immediately started blurting precome.

You kissed over his pecs, just to rile him up, and he whined out a sob when you wrapped your lips around his right nipple and sucked.

Lando was in awe. "Wow, I didn't know you were such a crybaby"

You snorted. "You should have seen him the first time I pegged him. Wept like a-"

Franco groaned and hid his face in embarrassment.

Lando let out a giggle and lined up his tip with Franco's hole.

You soothed your boyfriend as Lando pushed inside him, inch by inch until he was flush with him. Franco let out a shaky groan and ran his hands through his hair nervously.

"That... yes, okay. I get it now. Fuck-"

Lando moved, and the reaction was immediate, Franco's back arched and his hands gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white.

With every languid thrust, Franco's noises increased in pitch, and it was not long at all before he came, neglected cock spurting come all the way up to his collarbones with how hard his orgasm hit him.

Lando decided to be kind and pull out, and jerked off over Franco, lip pulled between his teeth at how hot the younger man looked all fucked out and spent under him.

His come just added to the obscene painting on Franco's body, and you sure were going to have fun teasing Franco about all of this later.

Lando kissed you, passionately, hands squeezing your waist as he held you under the water of the shower while Franco watched, entranced while he scrubbed himsef clean. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

You thought the hottest thing you'd ever seen is when Lando pulled Franco by the hair and made out with him right after, and they both melted into it.

It wasn't unusual for you to come home to Franco having a nap after a hard morning working out.

Franco looked so soft, deep breaths making his back rise and fall slowly.

Your eyes moved to his ass, that he kept very much in shape just for you, because he knew you loved it.

You put your bad down silently, careful not to wake him, and made your way over to the bed he was laying on, on his side.

Your hand met the curve of his hip, sliding his shirt up gently, then moved over to his tummy to feel the warmth of his skin.

It twitched under your palm, he was quite ticklish, so you trailed down to the waistband of his shorts.

You hoped he wasn't wearing boxers.

If he went commando, it meant one thing: free to play.

You dipped a finger under the ruffled elastic, your heart beating faster in anticipation.

He wasn't wearing anything under his shorts. Time to play.

You undid the knot carefully, to have a little more room to manoeuvre, and slipped your whole hand in.

He was warm as you wrapped your fingers around his soft cock, and it twitched in your hand. You were holding it carefully, he was so tiny in your hand when soft you couldn't help cooing silently to yourself.

As your hand moved maddeningly gently, he slowly grew, and when you brushed the very tips of your fingers against his balls, ever so lightly, he let out the tiniest groan in his sleep.

You smiled, wrapping around his cock once again, and pumped him slowly, collecting the precum beading at the tip to ease the slide.

Then you had an idea.

You took your hand out of his shorts and pulled them down as much as you could, over the curve of his ass, then very carefully turned him over onto his back.

Franco was typically a very deep sleeper, so naturally he didn't stir as you manhandled him and dragged his shorts down his legs.

His cock was already starting to soften a little with the lack of stimulation so you took it back in hand and gave it some attention.

Your lips met the sticky tip, and you sighed at the taste of him. Your Franco, so sweet.

Your mouth was around him, slowly but surely working up and down his length. His brow creased, but other than that there was no indication he was aware of any of this happening.

One hand came up to massage his balls, touch still light and gentle, and you felt his cock throb in your mouth.

His breathing got shallower, and his thighs started twitching after a while, and you were scared he was going to wake up so you pulled off completely and watched his face.

His eyebrows unknitted and his body unclenched little by little. His breathing deepened once again.

You carefully took your own clothes off, and straddled him eagerly.

You rubbed his tip along your folds, sighing at the contact, and sank down a couple of inches.

Franco groaned softly, but didn't wake up, so you lowered yourself more, and eventually your thighs met his hips.

Franco was humming in his sleep, and you weren't sure what he was dreaming about but it sounded pretty pleasant if his noises were anything to go by.

You proceeded to ride him, as gently as you could, sliding up and down his thick cock and tried to muffle your moans in your fist.

You were angling your hips perfectly for him to hit your sweet spot, and with your other hand you touched your clit lazily, tracing random patterns on it as you watched Franco's face contort with unconscious pleasure.

Little moans spilled from his lips, and you could tell by his abs twitching under you that he was close to coming, so you increased the speed and pressed harder against your clit.

Your own moans tangled with his, and you managed to hold off your orgasm to time it with his, and just before he came, he jolted awake, groggy eyes trying to comprehend what was happening, unable to stop his orgasm from crashing over him.

You came simultaneously, and his entire body shuddered with the sudden overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuck" he rasped, hands squeezing your waist as you rode it out.

You both came down together, panting and swearing as you slumped over him, and he rolled you onto your sides.

"That was... intense" he chuckled. "I did not expect to be woken up like this..."

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. He had a slight tremor in his hand, which was on your waist.

"Was it okay?" You asked, worried you'd maybe gone too far.

"I'm fine" he held up his trembling hand, and you also realised his heart was beating very fast.

His gaze met yours, hazel eyes staring intensely. His breaths were still coming in slightly short.

His eyes were watery already, and all you were doing to him was licking over his taint.

You weren't sure how he'd survive this, but you were certainly eager to find out.

He closed his eyes in bliss, and your tongue travelled upwards, higher and higher until you met the puckered rim of his ass.

He whimpered, and gasped when you pushed against it, testing the give.

"You doing okay there?" You teased. You were holding his hand, squeezing reassuringly. This was his first time trying anything like this, despite wanting to for a long time, and he trusted you completely.

He took a deep breath.

"Yes. Please don't stop"

You smiled at his determination.

His back was arched, ass up, legs spread. This was his idea after all, and you were more than happy to indulge his experiments.

You placed a light kiss on the back of his thigh and moved back towards his twitching hole. The first swipe of your tongue made him moan, and you smiled as you pressed it harder against him. Oh yes, he was loving this.

When he finally relaxed enough for you to slip the tip of your tongue inside him, he gasped at the intrusion, and a muffled sob escaped him.

He was so happy to let you do whatever you wanted to him, it was quite liberating in a way.

You pushed in as deep as you could, and within seconds his thighs started twitching, and with a start you realised he was coming, completely untouched, wrecked sounds being muffled by the sheets he had his face shoved in.

Come dripped from his cock onto the towel you'd put down, and you smiled to yourself. You had a feeling he would be sensitive but this.... wow.

So sensitive that when he glanced back at you, you saw the way his cheeks were red and stained with tears as he cried silently.

"You okay?" You asked, hand stroking the flesh of his hip tenderly.

He nodded and wiped a hand across his face.

"I'm good, I'm good. I wasn't expecting it to be... so much."

He giggled wetly and you cooed at him.

"You sure you want to continue?"

He nodded and wiggled his ass, making you chuckle, and you grabbed the small bottle of lube you bought for the occasion.

"I'm gonna open you up, okay? Then I'll fuck you like you deserve, pretty boy. Sound good?"

He whined impatiently and nodded into the sheets.

"Words, Franco"

He huffed. "Yes, Please"

"Good boy" you muttered, and pushed the tip of your lubed up index inside him.

He tensed up, not used to the sensation of something breaching him. You soothed him, and waited for him to unclench before pushing in more, and the friction made him moan loudly.

When you pushed a second finger in, the stretch was such an overwhelming sensation he could feel tears once again falling.

By the third finger he was full on sobbing, and you were trying not to laugh at how broken his moans sounded.

You were purposefully avoiding his prostate. If he was this worked up over so little, you were almost scared to see how he'd react.

But you were also insanely curious. So you you searched around, very gently, and you immediately knew when you found it, because his hips jolted and he let out a high-pitched whine.

You couldn't help chuckle at his state. His cock was already hard again, hanging between his spread thighs.

"Do you want to come like this? Or do you want me to fuck you?"

He wasn't really in any fit state to be making decisions, but he gulped down a gasp and asked for the latter.

"Please, want you to..." he was blushing hard.

"Say it, baby. Tell me what you want"

He groaned and hid his face in the sheets, but you heard his muffled voice loud and clear.

"Please fuck me"

You were happy to oblige.

You lubed up the strap you'd bought for the occasion, and pressed the blunt head against his loosened rim.

"Ready?"

"Yes"

You pushed in, just a couple of inches, but the change in Franco's demeanor was immediate.

His back arched even more as he slumped against the bed. He was so relaxed and out of it you were able to push in more, inch by inch until your hips were flush with his ass.

"Okay?"

The response was more a moan than a word, but you weren't sure you'd get anything more intelligible out of him, so you proceeded.

You pulled out, then pushed back in carefully, once, twice, until you were sure he was comfortable enough to be able to thrust properly.

And on the first thrust, Franco collapsed.

His body was flat on the bed, you splayed over him, hips rolling, knocking into his and with the new angle came new sensations. Namely the way his prostate was being very much stimulated non-stop, and he couldn't escape it as you held him down.

Your thrusts got a bit rougher, and his pleasured wails made you smirk into the skin at the back of his neck.

"Harder " he managed to gasp, and with a grin you propped his hips up again, slammed into him harder and grabbed a fistfull of his hair.

He looked wrecked. Crying and drooling, eyes lidded at his slack jaw let moans escape freely on every thrust.

"You close, baby?"

The responding sound was approximate, but definitely an affirmative, so you kept the pace up and watched as his eyebrows scrunched up and he got closer to his orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck-"

"Good boy, Franco. Taking it so well..."

His eyes rolled back and his moans increased in pitch, and with a shiver he choked on his own breath as he came hard, twitching cock spurting cum onto the towel again.

You let go of his hair, and his head dropped onto his arms as he panted, trying to regain a sense of his body.

You pulled out carefully, stroking his back and lay down next to him.

You noticed he was still crying silently and you scratched the base of his neck. "You okay?"

He nodded, wiping his eyes with a smile.

"Just intense"

You giggled and snuggled up to his side.

"Is it something you would want to do again?"

He grinned, pulling your face towards him for a lingering kiss.

At some point during the winter break, you had struck up a situationship with Franco. And you’d managed to keep it a secret for about a week. 

There was no such thing as privacy in Monaco, so of course it was inevitable that someone would eventually snap a pic of him leaving your house, and that was it. 

Ollie had been planning on asking you out at the start of the season, given that he now had a full-time seat and you'd be seeing a lot more of each other. 

And he didn’t really consider Franco much of a threat, so he decided to ask him during testing. 

The two of them were gazing at you from across the pitlane. 

“Are you and her like... an official thing?”  

Franco scoffed “What is that supposed to mean?”  

“You know... do you love her?” 

Franco frowned at him.  

“No, I don’t. But just because we aren’t in a relationship, do not think for a second that I will let you have her” 

Ollie raised his hands in surrender. “I didn’t say I wanted to. I’m just curious.” 

Franco didn’t believe him. And Ollie didn’t believe Franco.  

And they were both right. 

Because the truth was that Franco was in love with you, but he was too much of a pussy to do anything about it. So he was fine with just sex, until he could muster the courage to confess to you.  

And the truth was that Ollie was going to do everything he could to have you. He did have feelings for you, that had been brewing for a while, but the added element of competition made him hungry. 

Ollie was nothing if not proactive. He took every opportunity to talk to you, and flirt shamelessly with you. 

And at first, you were reticent. 

You’d been waiting for Franco to make a move. You liked him, a lot. And you knew he liked you. So any day now, right? 

Except weeks went by, and still no indication that Franco was going to make any kind of commitment to you. Not even a drunk phonecall, or a proper date... 

So eventually, Ollie's advances started getting to you. You were only human.  

You had no idea that the two drivers were in any kind of altercation in Melbourne. 

Someone had spotted them having a heated argument and a blurry video was circulating around the more remote spots of the internet, so you missed it completely. 

In China, you got your first indication that something was going on. 

Before FP3, Ollie had come to you saying he wanted to talk to you about something important. 

You told him to meet you in your drivers room after the session, and that you had something to talk to him about as well. 

His heart swelled with hope. Perhaps you also had feelings for him and he was finally going to beat Franco. 

But then, Franco was there, in your drivers room, waiting for you after the session.  

“I’m waiting for someone, you need to get out before someone sees-” 

“I don’t care about Ollie, I need you so bad right now” he groaned into your neck while his hands worked to get your suit off. 

He’d never done anything so bold before. And as soon as his hands and lips were on you, you caved. He had his way with you on the massage table, doing his best to get the sweetest, and loudest, noises out of you in an effort to ward any lurkers away. 

One of said lurkers, Ollie, froze when he heard the noises coming from your room.  

His heart sank, Franco had gotten to you first.  

This time. 

You and Ollie both did terribly on sunday. You weren’t expecting a podium, but some points would have been nice. And Ollie DNF’d thanks to one of the Alpines (in his mind he blamed Franco, even though the Argentine wasn’t even in a car) crashing into him in turn 2. 

So you and him did the only thing you knew would lift your spirits. You went out drinking. 

You ended up in some club, and you knew Yuki and Pierre were there as well. 

You drank, and danced with the three men. Forgetting your worries for a night. You hadn’t had that much fun in a while, Yuki and Pierre were absolutely unhinged when you got a bit of alcohol down them. 

Ollie stuck by your side the whole night, and eventually your mind went back to the FP3 session. 

You dragged him outside to talk (the club was stifling, and loud as fuck), and he wondered briefly if there was something wrong because of the haste with which you’d grabbed him. 

“Ollie, I just wanted to say I’m sorry about Friday. I got... distracted”  a blush crept over your cheeks. 

Ollie found it adorable. 

“That’s okay” he pulled you into a drunken hug “At least you were making so much noise there was no chance of me walking in on you” 

You giggled shyly, nuzzling into his chest.  

“Oh my god... that’s so embarrassing” 

“Well, I suppose that was Franco’s way of staking his claim” there was an undertone of something almost bitter in the way he said his name. 

That was a very odd thing to say. Why would Franco even need to stake a claim? Unless... 

“Let’s go inside, I’m cold” you muttered, and Ollie led you back to the booth where Pierre and Yuki were arguing over whether Mijiu or Baijiu tasted better. 

You had no idea what either of them were, so you ordered a round of both for everyone to do a taste test. 

They were both awful in your opinion, so you ordered a round of shots of tequila to wash them down. 

It didn't take long before all of you made your way to the dance floor, inhibitions completely obliterated. 

In the back of your mind, you had a plan. Granted you were on the edge of blackout drunk, but it still made sense to you. 

When the song changed to something a bit slower and more... sensual, you shuffled closer to Ollie.  

If Franco had been trying to stop Ollie from talking to you, there had to be a reason, right? 

So you moved to the beat, rolling your hips enticingly as you sang along to the words. 

Ollie lifted an eyebrow in question, his lips curving into a drunken smirk. 

You bit your lip and got closer, hooking your fingers into his belt loops to pull him in. 

He got into the rhythm very quickly, and slid a hand around your lower back to hold you close while you danced. 

The tension was palpable, but the chemistry was undeniable as you moved in sync, rolling your hips to the heavy bass pumping through the speakers. 

Your faces were inches apart, separated only by your mingling breaths, and the rapidly dwindling amount of restraint you two had. 

“Kiss mee” you slurred, smiling up at him. You needed to know whether he wanted you as much as you wanted him. As if the way you were grinding on each other wasn’t enough. 

“What?!” 

“Kiss me!” you said, louder. 

His mouth opened, hesitation written all over his face, but he glanced down at your lips. 

Between the alcohol and the noise of the club, it was impossible to hear anything, so you mistook his hesitation for misunderstanding. 

You decided to get your point across by curling a hand into his hair and pulling him down to crash your lips together. 

He quickly got over the shock of it and cupped your face with his hands to deepen the kiss. 

You didn’t know how long you stood there making out, but it was long enough for Yuki to come and tell you that he and Pierre were leaving and that you could all share an uber if you wanted. 

The miniscule part of your brain that was still rational decided that you and Ollie should go with them, so you did. 

You had what you wanted anyway. Confirmation that you had two boys that wanted you. 

Japan is where you realised just how badly. 

You didn’t know about their arguments over the weekend, you just knew that Franco was trying to have sex with you every minute of every day, and that Ollie had a smug smirk on his face constantly. 

It was unnerving, really. 

On sunday morning, your team made you aware that pictures were circulating, of two blurry figures kissing in a club in China, next to two people who looked suspiciously like Pierre and Yuki. 

It was impossible to confirm who the people kissing were so you had nothing to worry about, but your PR manager asked you to please, for the love of god, be more careful. 

The race came and went, and you and Ollie both finished in the points. 

Yuki was taking Pierre to a karaoke bar that night, and in true Yuki fashion, invited you, Ollie, and Franco. 

The little shit- stirrer. And of course you knew the idea was probably a Yuki-Pierre collaboration. 

It was a bit awkward at first, both Ollie and Franco were trying to get your attention under the table with wandering hands, but you quickly shut that down. 

You and Pierre were up. You were singing a duet version of ‘My Way’ but Pierre sang his parts in french. It was hilarious. 

Yuki jumped onto the table and joined in within seconds. 

You were so into it that you didn’t notice Ollie and Franco slip out.  

Until the song finished and you looked down to see that the leather seats were unoccupied.  

You decided to go and look for them, and it didn't take you long to find them. 

The shouting could be heard as soon as you shut the door to the private room. 

You followed the voices all the way to the men's toilets, in which the two were arguing. 

You pushed the door open and couldn't help but laugh at the sight in front of you. 

Ollie had Franco in what seemed to be an attempt at a headlock, but while one of his arms was around Franco's throat, the other was pinned under Franco's weight against the wall. 

“Oi!” you hollered at them and they immediately let each other go, attempting to straighten themselves out. 

Ollie had a swollen lip and Franco looked like he'd had an altercation with a plug socket. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” 

“Nothing” “He started it!” “He said-“ 

“I don't care!” you shouted “get your asses back in there and behave!” 

You pointed towards the room sternly, and they quickly shuffled down the corridor with their tails between their legs. 

You managed to finish the karaoke without another incident, but you could feel the tension between them. 

The walls were closing in. It was becoming all too real to you all of a sudden. They both wanted you, and you didn’t want to choose, but you couldn’t exactly let them keep tearing each other to shreds over you. 

Shit hit the fan in Bahrain. 

They were behaving like animals. 

You couldn't speak to either of them without the other one getting jealous and pissing you off. 

Ollie didn't do FP1 because Haas had gave his car to a rookie for the session, which meant that both he and Franco were in the paddock during the session. Unsupervised. 

It came as a shock to everyone but you when they started openly brawling. 

You'd just got out of the car, and were getting weighed when you heard the commotion. 

“DON'T YOU DARE!”  

Crash. 

“MOTHERF-“ 

“YOU TWO STOP I-  OW!” 

You ran towards the two dickheads. Who were fighting in your garage. 

These two could not fight to save their lives. It was the stupidest brawl you'd ever seen. 

Your mechanics sort were hesitant to intervene, sort of standing around ready to step in as soon as there was any risk of them doing actual damage to each other. 

You didn't know who threw the first punch. You didn't care. 

The adrenaline was coursing through you so you went straight in, pushing the two struggling men down to the ground to destabilize them, then grabbed the shirt of the first one you could get your hands on. 

Which happened to be Franco. 

Someone next to you shouted “Yeah! Get your boyfriend!” 

“He is not my boyfriend, fuck off!” you shouted back. 

Your words had different effects. Franco’s heart broke a little, despite it being true, and Ollie now knew he had an undeniable chance. 

And everyone around you went “ouch” 

You dragged Franco away and threw him to the side, allowing Ollie to get back up and lunge at him. 

You blocked him, and slapped him, hard. 

You turned around and slapped Franco even harder. 

“Out of my garage, now!” you spat at them. 

They looked like they wanted to argue but you didn't even give them the chance. 

“I said, OUT!” you bellowed, and they looked at the crowd sheepishly before making their way out, in opposite directions. 

You didn't even entertain the small mass of people that were staring at you. You strutted to the back of the garage and made your way through the corridors to find a quiet place to think. 

You thought things couldn't get any worse, but of course, you quickly found out that a camera had wormed its way into the crowd and had broadcasted live the moment where you intervened and shouted at the person (who turned out to be Ted Kravitz) to ‘fuck off’. 

You were in your hotel room, looking through tweets about the footage, when a message popped up on your screen. 

“I'm sorry about earlier, can we talk?” 

It was Franco. 

“No” 

You left every subsequent message on read. 

About 10 minutes later a knock at the door interrupted you once again. 

It was probably your PR manager, coming to give you the 7th speech of the day about how “for the record, this is not what I meant when I told you to be more careful!” 

You looked through the peep hole and cursed loudly. 

It was Oliver fucking Bearman. 

You wrenched the door open. 

“What the fuck are you doing here? If anyone on my team sees you here we are both dead!” 

You dragged him inside and slammed the door shut behind him. 

“I wanted to come and explain-“ 

“No!” you whisper-yelled “There is nothing to explain! You and Franco have humiliated me, and yourselves today!” 

“But-“  

“There is no ‘but'! This shit stops now, I can't have my name dragged through the mud because you two wankstains decided it was a good idea to start fighting in my garage! Do you realise how that looks?” 

He looked at you guiltily and hung his head in shame. He looked almost small while sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“This whole thing has been a mess from the beginning! Because the truth is I like you both and I don't want to-“ 

You were interrupted by another knock at the door. 

Oh hell no. 

You stormed over to the door and wrenched it open again, revealing Franco in gray sweats and a dark hoodie. 

His attire told you everything you needed to know about his intentions right now. 

“Go away!” you hissed. “I told you I didn't want to talk” 

Franco glanced at Ollie still sitting on the bed and frowned. 

“So I am not allowed to be here but you invited him? That is not fair” 

“Oh for god's sake!” 

You dragged him inside, like you did Ollie, and motioned for him to sit on the bed. 

“You two are idiots!” You hissed. “What was that, today?” 

“We both wanted to go to your driver’s room to talk to you” 

“Yeah? And then you started fucking fighting!” 

“Because we love you!” 

“I can fucking see that, dipshit” you flicked Ollie's forehead “And thanks to you every motherfucker who watches Formula One also saw it, because you fought on live fucking television!” 

Ollie scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and Franco stared at the floor. 

And as if the universe hadn't punished you enough. Another knock rattled against the door. 

You turned around and watched in horror as your PR manager let herself in, and upon seeing the two men on the bed, stared daggers at them. 

“You two just don't know when to quit do you?” 

“I'm sorry about this, I didn't know either of them were coming they just turned up” you muttered. 

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Well at least this all seems a bit more mature than whatever the fuck happened in the garage earlier” 

She turned to you. “I've smoothed it over for you, given that you'd just come out of the car, and according to the footage you actually stopped the fight, so you won't be getting any fines or penalties. Although I would refrain from telling any Skysports presenters to fuck off anytime soon. No matter how much they deserve it” 

She turned to the other two. “I however do not have the power to save either of you, so my guess is you will be informed by your teams of any fines you may be getting.” 

She eyed you all sadly. 

“Please sort your shit out. What you do, or do not do behind closed doors is none of my business, but please stop being idiots in public, it makes my job so much harder, and I am not paid extra.” 

The two drivers had the decency to look ashamed as they apologised to her. 

“On that note, I wish you all good night, and please don't break any furniture” 

And with that she smiled softly and left, leaving the three of you in silence. 

“You heard the woman” you sat on the chair next to the bed and crossed your arms defiantly “Let's sort it out.” 

They looked at each other helplessly and you rolled your eyes.  

“Come on, what do you want?” 

Franco piped up first. 

“I want you. All of you. I have been in love with you for months but I’ve been a coward…” 

You nodded, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his confession. 

You looked at Ollie. 

“I was planning on asking you out. But I got jealous when I found out you were with Franco… and then I uhhh… kind of made it into a competition. Trying to get you to like me back before Franco had the guts to tell you.” 

You hummed, not quite knowing what to say. 

“What about you?” Franco asked. “What do you want?” 

“I uhh…” you were almost intimidated by the two men staring at you. “Well… I like you both, so… either you can learn to share, or neither of you can have me” 

They looked at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation as they glanced back and forth between you and each other. 

The fact that they seemed to be entertaining the idea of sharing you was doing funny things to your brain. 

You imagined having them both at your mercy. Then your mind wandered to all the possibilities. 

The image of them making out briefly flashed in your mind.  

The butterflies returned to your stomach and you let your mind wander even further, Franco on his knees for Ollie.  

A voice suddenly pulled you from your thoughts. 

“Are you okay?” Franco asked, and you stared at his lips. They would look so perfect wrapped around- 

“Yeah, you look a bit flustered” Ollie chuckled. “What are you thinking about?” 

You bit your lip. 

“The two of you. Together.” 

A small blush crept up their necks and they squirmed uncomfortably. 

“We can share” Franco muttered, eyes darkening slightly. 

“Good” you smiled, standing up and slowly making your way towards them. “I want you both naked in the next 15 seconds…” 

They glanced at each other with wide eyes before hurriedly taking their clothes off. 

Once they were fully bare, they looked up at you expectantly. 

You grinned and swiftly sat down in between them. 

You pulled Franco in for a kiss, hands inching their way up the two men's thighs. 

You could feel Ollie's gaze on you so you turned your head and smiled at him before leaning in to kiss him. 

One of your hands went to touch Ollie's cock, which was half hard, and your other was met with Franco's hand, that he had already wrapped around himself while watching you make out with Ollie. 

You swapped again, Ollie's cock hardening at your touch, and at the sight of Franco pushing his tongue into your mouth. 

Then Ollie's turn came again, and he was fully hard by now, so you swept your thumb over his tip to make his hips twitch. 

You then stopped touching them altogether and leaned back on your elbows on the bed. 

“Now you two” you smirked. 

They looked at each other breathlessly, blush high on their cheeks and eyes lidded. 

They were hesitant, Ollie's hand weaved its way into Franco's hair to pull him in.  

It started out chaste, but still, the sight of it was truly something. 

You wriggled out from in between them and they looked at you in question. 

“Gonna lock the door” you muttered, jogging over to it. 

You heard a muffled “good idea” and turned to see them back at it, and this time with gusto. 

Their eyes were closed, so you undressed silently and climbed back on the bed. 

Ollie gasped into the kiss when Franco's hand made its way around his cock, squeezing gently before setting a slow, almost teasing pace. 

Franco trailed kisses along his jaw, making his way down Ollie’s chest, and the latter looked at you. 

His eyebrows jumped when he saw your state of undress. And went even higher when he noticed you were touching yourself. 

But it was quickly wiped from his mind when Franco’s lips suddenly made contact with his tip. 

He gasped, head whipping down to look at where Franco was kissing up and down his length.  

One of his hands once again found itself weaved into Franco's dark locks when the absolute tease decided to lick his cock from base to tip, while staring straight up at him through his lashes. 

“Jesus” he muttered “You've done this before haven't you?” 

Franco just winked, and took his cock halfway down into his mouth and sucked. 

The two of them looked ethereal, Ollie gasping for air while Franco sucked him down as far as he could go. 

Apparently Franco was doing something with his tongue, because Ollie kept throwing his head back and hissing. 

“Fuck- I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that.” 

Franco pulled off with a pop and smirked at him, pulling him in for another sloppy makeout. 

You were sitting there, two fingers deep inside yourself, and they were completely ignoring you. 

The irony of the situation made you scoff. 

“Guys… is either of you going to fuck me or…?” 

Ollie laughed and Franco started crawling up the bed towards you. 

“It would be my pleasure” he smiled. 

Ollie stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. 

“Actually, I think you have fucked her enough, it's my turn now” 

He crawled up to you, and kissed you sweetly, pulling your hand away from your cunt and replacing it with his own. 

“God, watching us got you this excited?” 

You nodded shyly. “You two look really fucking hot together” 

He laughed, gummy smile making a brief appearance as he lined himself up, sliding his tip up and down your folds to tease you. 

“You ready?”  

“Of course” 

He slid home in one gentle thrust, and you moaned into his mouth when he leaned down to kiss you. 

Franco came to kneel next to your head and waited for you to take a breather before asking you to open your mouth for him. 

He slapped his cock against your tongue teasingly, and the wet noise caught Ollie's attention, who had been mouthing at your tits absentmindedly. 

Franco fucked you mouth in earnest, and when he noticed the pther man looking at him heatedly, leaned over to capture his lips in a bruising kiss... 

It was all over far too quickly, but the exciting novelty of the situation had gotten to them and they came together with a muffled whine. 

You then made them clean you up with their tongues, and the sight of both of their faces between your legs, taking turns lapping up your juices, just felt right. 

If they could share, and not be too obvious about it, then the rest of the season should be a breeze. 

You sent your PR manager a hefty check, with a note.