I can feel my heart heavily beating in my chest. If I'm not careful it might jump out. My fingers grasp tightly onto the strap of my bag, fiddling with hem of the material on it as the lift arrives to the lobby with a soft 'ding'. Daniel's arm is slung around my shoulder lazily, whenever he speaks to me his head turns to nuzzle softly into my hair and I can feel my pulse in just about every part of my body. I'm completely set on edge with nerves and nothing is even guaranteed to happen between us.
The short ride here from the bar was stuffed with sexual tension. Daniel's hand moved from my hand to grasping my thigh the moment he sat down next to me, telling his driver for the night where to take us. Halfway through the ride he'd decided I was sat too far away and pulled me from the passenger side of the car to the middle seat, plastered to his side.
Despite us being out of the bar, away from the loud pounding music Daniel continued nestling his head close to mine to speak. His breath fanning against my skin setting it on fire each time he spoke in what was just above a whisper. He asked me questions, about where I'm from, if I watched him win today and if I liked the city. I had to steady myself, forcing myself to heave in breaths and clench my thighs together when it all got a little too much. If I were a cartoon I'm pretty sure I'd have been melted against the seat fanning myself.
I've never felt like this before. Especially without a single item of clothing removed. I'm trying to work out how I can find someone so impossibly sexual without them fully making a move on me. How is everything he does so completely sensual?
The doors to the elevator open, knocking me out of my daze. We step inside at the same time, Daniel's arm still slung around my shoulder, holding me close to his chest as he reaches for the button for the tenth floor. I smirk to myself, so I was right, I knew his room was across from Lando's. The thought of him makes my stomach dip nervously, deep down I know this shouldn't be happening but I just can't bring myself to stop it. The attention from such a gorgeous man got addictive and the more intense it got the harder it was getting for me to say no.
"Eight please." I say quietly, the certainty in my voice decreasing by the second. This is my try at slowing this down, not because I don't want anything more to happen between us. I do. I just know this shouldn't be happening, not really.
"You don't wanna come and see my room?" The question is anything but innocent, and I don't miss the way his grip on me loosens slightly. The difference is minuscule but I feel it. I miss it. We never once discussed anything about what's about to happen, but we both know what will happen if I go up to see his room. Its not just going to be a room tour.
The buzz from the earlier drinks seems to have gone, my mind clear and racing with thoughts as I weigh up my options. He's my brothers teammate. It can only go badly if he works out the events of tonight, how we've been subtly touching, flirting and teasing eachother since Daniel appeared at my side two hours ago. But Lando doesn't have to know, I'm a grown adult woman. I'm almost never around on races and I've never met Daniel before so what's to say I'll ever see him again? And I want him, I want him so badly - the ache between my legs is proof of how bad I'm wanting him. Wanting this.
"I-" I stutter, my brain failing me as Daniel's big brown eyes search my own for an answer. He has the little smirk on my face and in any other situation, or any other man, I think it would annoy me but it only pulls me to him more. I do want to come and see his room.
I lick my lips taking a deep breath to try and steady my nerves and my pulse. The doors to the elevator slide closed as Daniel raises his eyebrows at me slowly. The hungry look on his face is enough to make up my mind. "Okay." I say breathlessly, a nod of my head to confirm that this is truly happening. My voice was so quiet I wasn't sure Daniel heard it, but my fear evaporates the second his grip on me hardens.
"You sure?" Daniel asks, I bite down on my bottom lip making him groan quietly.
"I'm sure." I confirm, my voice coming back to me as I nod.
This seems to be the answer he was looking for. I know this because before I can think about anything much longer Daniel's pushing me against the wall of the elevator. His mouth hovering above my own as we move up the building. My heart is beating out of my chest and I'm betting his is the same, I can hear his pants for air over mine.
We'll have 30 seconds - at most - until the lift will arrive and open its door on Daniel's floor. At which point we'll have to part to at least make it down the hall to his room. "Dan," his name leaves my lips in a beg for more contact, for his lips to touch mine. The desperate plea seems to be what he wants to hear, in a split second his lips are pressing against mine. Soft yet firm. We both sigh out in relief at the contact, the tension between us sizzling at a fever pitch with each touch as we desperately grab at each other.
The kiss seems to have pulled the final thread out of what was holding our sanity together. Daniel's hands are everywhere and nowhere at the same time. My hair, pulling and tugging between short breathless kisses, against my ass and the curve of my chest exploring my whole body apart from the spot where I'm desperate for him most. I do the same, running my hands along his shoulders, down his arms and over his firm torso. His skin feels like silk but each surface I touch is hard with muscle.
The elevator arrives at the tenth floor with another 'ding'. Daniel grunts inconvenienced, much like me, by the end of our journey. Our lips barely part as we make it out the elevator, stumbling onto the carpetted hallway messily. I take a small second to check our surroundings, as does the gorgeous man with his hands all over me, before we both deem it safe to continue grasping at eachother in public.
We make our way towards the door of Daniel's room slowly. Every second step we pause to kiss and touch some more, heavy sighs and quiet groans our only form of communication. It's all I need though, I'm not complaining.
His lips drift from my mouth, over my cheeks, down the side of my face and my neck. His short stubble tickling the sensitive skin there as he kisses, licks and nips. I take the opportunity to explore his shoulders again, pressing my fingers into them to massage them a content mewl passing through my lips.
"Jump up." Daniel instructs firmly into my ear, like the good girl I am I do. He catches me, as if it's the easiest thing he's done all day, my legs wrapping around his waist and his hands gripping onto my ass. My left arm snakes around his neck anchoring myself to him, my right hand tangled in the dark curls of his head. I was right, they are soft.
Our lips tangle again, my stomach flipping with nerves as we come to halt outside of a hotel room door. One of Daniel's hands leaves my body and he pulls a key card from one of his pockets slapping it against the door which emits a small beep allowing us to enter.
No time is wasted heading inside, the door is closed behind us as quickly as it was opened. I'm placed down on a hard surface, something cool against my thighs that I can't even bring myself to look at. All of my attention is on Daniel, like I have tunnel vision and can only see him. Why would anyone ever want to see anyone other than him when he's kissing me and touching me like he is?
Daniel's body momentarily parts from mine and all he does is look at me. We're both panting for air, the desperation palpable between us as his hands reach for the straps of my dress. My chest feels heavy and the space between my legs is aching as excitement sparks within me. I'm painfully aware that if Daniel pushes both sleeves down my breasts will be on full display to him. From the look on his face he knows this too. No bra that I had with me would hide under the material if the black shimmery dress so it was the only way I could wear it. The fabric prickles against my skin as we take eachother in, assessing the situation, pulling air back to our lungs.
"Amber," he says my name so gently but there's a burning in his eyes. I love the way he says it, that accent, his voice. Im desperate for him to say it again. I can almost feel my mouth watering at the call, my legs parting slightly, ready for him, willing him to come back to me. I think the thought that I'm driving him insane is the best part of this all. "Tell me you want this." He demands, his fingers still running along the straps of my dress.
I nod quickly this time, certain in my actions, "I want this." I know exactly what I'm agreeing to, all concerns and worries flew out the window the moment Daniels lips met mine.
"Good," Daniel says, his teeth chewing down on his bottom lip as I lean into his touch on my shoulders. I want him back on me, touching me, kissing me and holding me. "because you're driving me insane!" He groans, pushing the straps of my dress off my shoulders. The soft and light material of my dress falling down just enough to expose my breasts to those hungry brown eyes. It's when he licks his lips that I know it.
I'm done for.
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Hey!
Happy sprint day 🤪 Thank you for all the votes on the last chapter! I don't know whether to include some Instagram content in this or not? Would you guys like that??
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