A/N Another one-shot. Today about the pole from Max. Thank's for reading my book, but please vote and comment to give me some feedback.
WARNINGS: NSFW
WORDS: 1600
Formula One's final race in Abu Dhabi is just around the corner and in a matter of minutes it would be clear, who is taking the last pole of the year. Nervously I play with my fingernails as I watch Max while he safely steers his Red Bull around the course.
I'm sitting in his motorhome waiting to see if I can congratulate him or I must comfort him because he couldn't archive his goal by getting the pole. First, Lewis sets the fastest time, which is immediately undercut by his teammate.
Max hasn't finished his last lap yet and now it depends on how his last sector will be. My thumbs are pressed, I wish nothing more than that he can secure this first place.
Then he crosses the line, and his name jumps to the top. Max has secured the pole position. I jump up cheering and even if no one is here right now, I could embrace the whole world.
He's done it. My friend Max Verstappen has secured the first pole not supported by Mercedes engine this year and will start, for the first time this year, from the front.
Of course, I'd love to congratulate him directly, but the Corona regulations mean I can't just move freely through the paddock, as I always would.
Max would have to do the annoying interviews now and only after that can I embrace him, kiss him and just be a proud girlfriend.
The time until Max returns to his motorhome, I spend on my phone writing some messages and checking my social media accounts.
The door of Max's small room opens faster than expected and the Dutchman comes in with his tyer trophy. Almost euphorically, I jump up and take a step towards the grinning man.
"Put this thing away so I can congratulate you properly." I say laughing and immediately Max follows my instruction by placing his trophy on the small table.
As soon as this happened, I put my arms around him and press him tightly against me.
"I'm proud of you." I mutter and squeeze a gentle kiss under his ear. Max pushes me a little tighter and even if he is completely sweaty, it bothers me not really at this moment.
I then loosen myself a little out of the hug, but only to be able to put my lips on his. The kiss does not remain gentle and innocent for long, but quickly turns into a more heated mood.
Max's tongue pushes through between my lips, stubs slightly against mine, while his hands wander down my back and come to rest on my butt.
When we both gasp for air, he grabs my thighs, lifts me up and pushes me against the closed door. My legs automatically wrap around him and pull him a little closer to me.
"I want you, right here, right now." Max almost mutters hoarse at my ear and makes me shudder. Even though the whole situation is quite hot, I still have in mind where we are right now.
"We could be caught." I give in to mind and gently swipe over Max's cheek before a mischievous grin spreads on his lips.
"Isn't the danger of getting caught the half of the fun Y/N?" he asks, brushing his nose slightly over mine, but lets me put my feet back on the floor.
For a moment I hesitate, and Max also waits for my answer. He would never force me to have sex here if I didn't feel comfortable with it. One last look in his eyes, then I give him my approval.
"Then at least lock the door."
The quiet clicking of the key was then again, the starting shot for Max to push me against the wall and put his lips on mine again. He puts one hand in my neck while he leans with the other against the wall behind me.
My hands wander over his shoulders, down his muscular chest and over his trained abs, all covered only by the thin layer of his fireproof shirt. Max shudders under my touches and, a moment later, willingly pulls his shirt over his head.
A few moments later I got rid of my top and Max doesn't lose any time to remove my bra from my body. Our bare torso collides as we continue with our kisses and I get goosebumps, just through our skin contact.
Max strokes his fingers over my side, puts his hand on my breast and lets his thumb swipe over my already aroused nipples. A slight whimper comes over my lips. Max touches make me wax within seconds and that's what he likes to take advantage of.
However, he doesn't seem to be looking to spend a lot of time teasing me today. Although his lips wander down my neck and suck on the delicate skin here and there, his hands are already busy removing our last clothes.
First my skirt falls to the ground, to which Max racing suit joins in a few seconds. His erection is clear visible in the tight boxer shorts and I can also feel the wetness between my legs.
Max gets down on his knees in front of me, carefully swipes the last piece of fabric from my body and leaves a fiery trail of kisses on my leg. First down on one, then the other up again.
Carefully he nibbles at my hip bone, takes another look through his long eyelashes, which I answer through my half-opened eyes, and then begins to work my middle with his tongue.
His hands hold my hip tightly so that it cannot move an inch, while his tongue slowly circles over my clit. My one hand is looking for a hold in Max's hair, but the other I must put in front of my mouth to dampen my moaning a little. After all, not everyone should know what we are doing here.
In addition to his tongue, Max now also uses his fingers. He first swipes through my labia to lubricate them and then introduces two into me.
My legs almost threaten to give way and I don't think I can keep myself on my feet at my high. Max just stops. With an annoyed look, I open my eyes and see Max cheekily licking his two fingers.
"Don't worry, you're still getting what you want." These are his words when he lifts me up and places me on the wall. I don't know when he got rid of his boxer shorts, but a short moment later he glides into me.
For a moment he pauses so that I can get used to the feeling, but then immediately starts with a fixed rhythm. My head falls backwards, and my fingernails dig into Max's shoulder, which he comments with a quiet hiss.
His movements remain even and drive me further and further towards the climax as it knocks on the door. We both pause in our movements as Alex's voice sounds.
"We go back to the hotel in ten minutes, just for you to know." He calls through the door. Max picks up a light rhythm again before answering to his teammate.
"Okay, see you later." He doesn't sound strained, nothing that would reveal what we're doing here, but his slow movements drive a quiet moan over my lips, which I can dampen by burying my head in his neck.
Again, Max pauses, but since we hear Alex steps as they move away, he probably hasn't heard anything.
"That was close" I mutter and look at Max, who grins mischievously again.
"Then we must hurry up."
As he has announced, he accelerates his pace a lot and drives us towards our peaks.
We try to dampen our moans with sloppy kisses, but if someone were to come by now, the person would know exactly what is happening behind the closed doors.
Max seems to be closer to his peak because his movements become more out of rhythm and he lets a hand wander between our bodies to stimulate me additionally.
My legs start to shake easily and with an almost already inaudible "Max." I come to my climax. Max follows me a few seconds later and moves only slowly until we both came down a little.
Carefully he glides out of me and puts me back on my own feet. My legs tremble a little, so Max holds me for a moment until the shaking has calmed down a little.
When he is sure that I'm better, he reaches for one of the little towels, tilts a little water on it and wipes over the inside of my thighs to remove the last marks.
He then gives me a gentle kiss on my lips and holds my clothes in my direction. A few minutes later we are presentable again and the announced ten minutes of Alex are certainly over by now.
Max takes his trophy in one hand and holds the other in my direction. Happily smiling, I grab it and so we leave his room.
"Second round in the hotel?" Max whispered in my ear, so that no one can hear him.
Shaking my head, but laughing, I slap him in the chest and mutter "You're insatiable."
"Admit it Y/N. This is one of the things you love about me." Says it again close to my ear and bites gently into my earlobe. A shiver runs over my back and I hope no one has seen what he just has done.
"You're lucky I am."