A/N Inspired by the race today. It was an exciting race and I am happy about some things but also sad/angry about others...
WARNINGS: NSFW (George is angry)
WORDS: 2565
This should have been George's weekend. He got into Q2 with his Williams and nearly reached Q3 for the first time in this car. His race was good, he could gain position in the chaos and would have been in the points if this stupid accident did not happen.
It looked so easy how he used the slipstream to get past Bottas but then the things went wrong. Bottas car flinched slightly into George's direction and he got too wide onto the slippery gras making his car uncontrollable.
The next seconds where like slow motion for me. I was scared that something more serious happened because of the carbon pieces flying trough the air. Luckily, George got out of the car and not seemed to be injured. I didn't even see how Bottas showed him the middle finger and how George reacted to this because I went straight back into the motorhome to wait for George.
When he finally comes back from the medical centre I wasn't that scared anymore but still my fingers shiver a bit because how worried I was about him. I want to take him into my arms, hold him close and make sure that everything is okay, but George backed of and did not let me touch him.
"George..." I try to speak with him, but he just shakes his head and doesn't even look at me.
"Please, I just want to know if you are okay." I mumble not wanting to stir up his anger.
George sights before he gives me the small version of the special smile which is just reserved for me. "I am okay, probably a bit sore later but okay. And no, I do not want to talk about it now." The first part of his sentence makes me feel a bit of relieve but the second lowers my mood again.
George is a person who is keeping his bad feelings just for himself and do not want to drag people down with him. I accept his behaviour because I know he is going to talk eventually and until this point I have to wait patiently.
"I have to do my interviews and after that we can leave okay? Cuddle a bit and order food to the hotel room." He suggests before bending down and pressing a soft kiss onto my temple.
I am glad that his anger has cooled down a bit because when George is angry, he can get quite scary. Patiently I wait for him returning from his interview wanting to go back to the hotel as fast as possible, but an unpleasant surprise awaits me when George comes back.
He did not bang the door when he comes back but he is fuming.
"What a fucking asshole!" George curses when his PR enters the room following closely.
"How can he be so ignorant? We both did something wrong, but he just talks like I am the enemy in this crash. I tried to be polite in my interview, but I could hit him again." He continues his rage while scuffling his hair.
I look at his PR who is giving me an apologizing smile, knowing I have to deal with this moody George for the rest of the evening.
"We leave!" George nearly snaps at me making me flinch lightly. I never like it when he is talking like this, but I know he would never do something he regrets later towards me.
I can just mumble a little "Goodbye" to his PR before George drags me outside of the motorhome and to the parking lot where his car is. George does not speak a word, but his face shows the pure anger boiling inside of him.
In the car George drives almost aggressively and now he does scare me a bit.
"Please slow down." My voice shakes a bit when the motor roars another time.
George looks at me for a brief second and slowed down the car a bit driving within the speed limit now. Thankfully, I press his hand lightly but take my hand back because I do not know how he would react to my touch.
Back in the hotel George is still in his angry state and I am not a hundred percent sure how I would handle the situation in the hotel room where his emotion could change really quickly. But I could never imagine what would really happen when the door closes behind us.
Just when the door clicks close George presses me against the wood and kiss me rather hard. Surprised my eyes widen and I want to push George back at his shoulder, but he is not moving an inch and slowly I get used to his harsh kiss.
His tongue is pushing in my mouth and fights for dominance with mine, but he is clearly in charge of the kiss. My fingers clench around the fabric of his hoodie to have something to hold one while my legs start to get wobbly against the door.
George's hand closes surprisingly around my covered breast, making me gasp in respond because I haven't think of this could happen.
"George." I try to push him away for a second time because I do not think that he should let out his feelings with sex. George ignores my protest and just kisses down my neck before he starts sucking on the skin covering my pulse.
When his hand opens the button of my trousers, I grab on his wrist to stop him and finally he lifts his head. His eyes still glimmer with anger but are full of lust too.
"We shouldn't do this now. You are not feeling well and..." George pinches his eyes together at my words.
"I am feeling like I need this, and I am in charge tonight." He almost hisses at me but waits and my shy nod before he continues.
Instead of pulling my trouser down my legs George simply put his hands inside of it. His large hand cups my core effortless and even though I did not want this to happen because of George's feelings I can't deny that I am aroused by our little make out session.
George does not wait long just covers his fingers in my slick before he starts to pleasure me. His rough fingertips circle around my sensitive clit sending constant shivers of arousal through my body. The first moan that tumbles over my lips is dampened by George's mouth which is kissing me again.
He continues his movements but speed them up a bit which seems like he is impatient and wants to make me come as fast as possible. I can feel myself clenching around nothing but air and how my knees start to get unsteady making me hold closer onto George to keep myself on my feet.
I moan when his rubbing starts to be really aggressive making me come in no time. The orgasm that just washed over me takes my breath away and makes my head feel like it is filled with cotton. Just because George holds me, I did not fall to the ground and come back from my high safely.
"Take your clothes off. Right now!" George demands while I am still in this kind of hazy state and can not really process what he is talking about.
When George grabs my chin to lift up my head my heart starts to beat faster because he is still so full of anger. "You heard me. Take. Them. Off." He says trough gritted teeth before letting go of me and start to undress himself.
As fast as possible I take the clothes off my body kind of waiting for George's next instructions. His gaze wanders up and down my body agonising slow seeming like he wants to remember everything of it.
When he pulls my close by the wrist, I can feel his erection against my stomach making me gulp slightly. George cups my cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss onto my lips being the complete opposite from just a few seconds ago.
"I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock." He whispers against my lips while brushing over them with his then the let go of me and looks at me waiting.
I follow his demand and go onto my knees in front of him. First, I take his erection into my hand stroking up and down it for a few times even though George is already fully erected.
"Open you mouth." He growls to speed things up and come to his goal fast.
Softly I press a kiss to his tip before taking his length into my mouth. I lift and lower my head at a regular pace and can feel how his erection twitches in my mouth. My tongue is pressing on the underside of his length following one of the veins closely before swirling it around the with pre-cum dripping tip.
When one of my hands start to massage George's balls for additional pleasure he thrusts forward into my mouth making me nearly gag. Carefully George let me pull back before he helps me back on my feet.
"How about taking a shower darling?" He asks tracing my arms with his fingertips before he already leads me into the bathroom to which I follow him without a protest.
When we enter the shower, George turns it on and test if the water is warm enough before he pulls me under it. In seconds we are both drenched, and I want to continue our make out session from earlier, but George does not let me.
"Turn around." He says holding my hips tightly with his hands and only let me go to turn around.
My back is pressed against George's chest when he wraps his arms around me to pull me closer. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder to at least look at him, but I close my eyes when his hand is back on my middle.
I feel sensitive from my first high and I slowly get that George takes out his anger by making me come multiple times. He coats his fingers with my wetness again before he strokes them over my clit for stimulation.
Moaning I turn my head a bit to burry it in George's neck bend and start to nibble on the skin I can reach from my position. George's movements are fast, and he seems relentless in his decision of making come again as fast as it is possible for him.
George starts to circle two of his digits around my entrance before he pushes them in and picks up a fast pace. My legs start to shiver again but George's grip around my waist is tight and he would never let me fall to the ground.
My fingernails pinch into his skin where I try to hold onto him trying to go trough the second orgasm of the evening which just washes over me in this exact moment. Weakly I moan and hope that George is finish with me now but then I remember that he didn't come today and that I would have to take some more stimulation.
The thought of that make me whimper almost inaudible while George grabs both of my hands and pins them over my head against the wall. With his leg he spreads my legs a bit more and then pushes in with a smooth thrust.
Before he can start moving, I try to wiggle myself out of his grip because I am sure I could not take a third orgasm in a row. "Enough, please. I can't take it anymore." I whimper but George's grip is hard, and he does not let me go.
"Just one more time darling." He mumbles against the skin of my shoulder before he starts with a soft, grinding movement.
I am not sure if this is better for me or if this is just the calm before the storm. George entwines our fingers on the wall giving me the kind of support I need to stay on my feet for our sex in the slippery shower.
His movements remain gently and slow for quite a time making me believe that this last orgasm would be a sweet one, but I should have known better that George is probably still angry about today.
"Hold them up." He says against my skin before biting gently into it. His hands loosen from mine and I already have trouble to keep them where they are.
George's hands close around my hips before he picks up his pace getting faster and harder from thrust to thrust. I whimper every time his length slides back inside making my legs tremble while George continues to chase our orgasms.
His fingers dig nearly hurtful into my hips probably bruising them with some marks but that is not what I think about now. George's panting breath is brushing over my neck while my arms slip down the wall but, I put them back where they belong every time.
While continue his deep thrusting George let his hand wander between my legs for the third time today. I whimper at the contact of his fingertips with my clit and want to escape his touch, but I am stuck between his body and hand.
"I can't, please...I can't" Moaning I finally lower my hands and grab onto George's arm to pull him away because I am sure I can't take the orgasm which boils in my lower abdomen.
"Nearly there darling. Just let go when you are ready." He mumbles before continuing his kind of dirty talk.
"God, you love it like this, don't you? When I fuck you senseless?" While growling more dirty words against my skin George's pace seem to reach his peak and he is close to his high to.
My fingers clench around his arm and my legs nearly gives in when the third orgasm hits me more surprisingly than I thought it would be. George prevents me from falling while he spills inside of me and moans just near my ear.
Caring George washes my body while holding my weak body close to himself. It is just like the fuming George had disappeared and my sweet boyfriend is back again. He almost carries me out of the shower where he dried my body with a fluffy towel and then wrapped me into a bathrobe.
"Are you okay?" He asks me, now a bit worried, kneeling in front of me and brushing with his thumb over my knee.
"I am not sure who is going to feel sorer tomorrow." I giggle still a bit week but George flashes me a wide smile even though I just mentioned the crash of him.
"I am gong to take care of you, no matter how sore I feel." George promise before he carries me to the bed and gently tucks me in.
"How about some cuddle and later we order something to eat? You can rest a bit if you want to, but it is not time to sleep yet." George tries to plan the rest of our day, but I just hum sleepily because he just tired me out with his anger.
Lovingly George caress my cheek before he mumbles an almost inaudible "I love you."