#pierre weekend

It really wasn’t Pierre’s fault. He was required to spend so much time away for his job. And you didn’t blame him, not in the slightest. But you were getting antsy. Nights were spent having to video chat with him or call him while he was away for a triple header, and you were starting to get needy.

It started with wandering hands during a phone call, to which he told you to stop, to be patient and wait for him to come home. Then came the photos. Photos that you took in his favorite lingerie set and sent to him while you knew he was in a meeting. And lastly were the audio recordings. Your whines and moans played in his ear through his phone, making him both angry and hard.

He barely gave you a greeting when he came home, instead choosing to unpack his suitcase in silence as you tried to get his attention. His eyes didn’t meet yours, until you pushed yourself between him and the bed.

Pierre kept his eyes locked on yours as he shoved his suitcase off the bed to the ground, then grabbed onto the backs of your thighs lifting you up, causing you to fall backwards onto the bed. It was moments like these that you remembered just how strong your boyfriend actually was.

“You haven’t been a good girl, cherie.” He says, his voice low. “I’ve been keeping count of how many times you’ve been a brat while I’ve been gone, and now you’re going to cum for each one of them.”

You gulp and nod your head up at him. Sure, you had your own fun while he was away, but there was no denying the desire you had for him.

He started kneeled between your legs. He stayed there for a while, making you fall apart on his tongue and his fingers. Then he climbed on top of you, thrusting into you deeply, groaning in your ear about how much he missed you while he was gone.

You quickly lost count of how many times he’d made you cum, your mind fuzzy and your body tired when he finally pulls himself up off of you.

“We made such a mess, didn’t we?” He softly laughs to himself. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then dashes to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you off.

Working in Formula One had it’s advantages. You could travel the world, you got to watch every race live. Though, being a woman who worked in Formula One had its disadvantages. Everywhere you looked there were people questioning your capabilities. They didn’t think that you were able to fully understand the sport, that you were just there to watch the hot drivers zoom around the tracks.

It also didn’t help that you were currently dating one of the drivers. You had both agreed to keep the relationship private, a secret from everyone else, in case it made people doubt you even more.

Pierre was fine keeping your relationship private. He was happy to love you behind closed doors. What he wasn’t happy about was the other drivers thinking they could try to win you over. He didn’t like the way Lando looked you up and down when you walked by, or the way Carlos “casually” rested his arm over your shoulders as you talked.

He especially didn’t like the fact that he had to watch Charles, one of his closest friends, openly flirt with you. Sure, he knew that you loved him, and that he really shouldn’t worry, but it was hard having to watch the Monégasque driver turn up his charm.

It was just after a race, and Charles was pretty happy with his results, seemingly enough that he thought it’d be a good idea to pull you to dance with him. You tried to keep a good distance between you and him, but Charles’ hands kept sliding further down your body, pulling your back to his front.

You were about to say something, to make an excuse to leave, when Pierre gently pulled you away. His hands were soft against yours, but his face was locked in a scowl at his friend. He swept you up in his arms, and danced with you, pressing his body against yours. You let one of your hands wander up to tangle in his hair, while the other rested on his chest.

You gasp when you feel Pierre’s hand squeeze your ass. The Frenchman looks more than pleased with himself as he tries to hold in a laugh.

“Pierre! You can’t just do that in public!” You pull his hand back up to rest on your waist.

Pierre hated seeing you like this. Hunched over your computer with a coffee to your left and a few energy drinks to your right. You were working on a project that needed to be finished in a few days, and you were stressed about it.

He tried to do things to help you, making sure you were fed, pulling you away from your computer to go to bed. But you were really starting to worry him. You looked like you could fall asleep any second now, exhaustion taking over.

“Ma cherie.” He says as he stands behind you. His hands massage your shoulders softly. “Take a break with me?” He asks, his lips trailing soft kisses over your neck.

“I can’t. I’m almost at a stopping point though.” You tell him without looking at him.

“You said that an hour ago.” He sighs. “Just take a break for an hour, then you can come back and work as long as you’d like.”

It’s tempting, the thought of stepping away, and his teeth scraping against your neck are helping him convince you.

“Okay.” You sigh. You save everything on your computer, then turn to your boyfriend.

“C’mon.” He takes your hand and guides you to your bedroom. “You’re going to lay down, and let me take care of you.” He tells you as he gently pushes you down to lay on the bed.

“Why is there rope next to the bed?” You ask him, smirking.

You’d used the rope before on both of you, and found that it made for a fun night.

“Just lay back and let me take care of you.” He murmurs as he climbs on top of you and kisses you.

By the end of the night your body is sore, the muscles in your arms ache from where they were tied above you. Pierre coos as he softly massages lotion into your skin.

Your body rests fully against his, your eyes fluttering closed.