Montero - Toto Wolff

13: Test

When you arrived at Silverstone, you saw Toto leant against the bonnet of his car, phone propped up to his ear whilst his arms were crossed over his chest.

Ryan watched him from the passenger seat, her eyes focused on his lips as you assumed she tried to read his lips as he spoke to the unknown caller. She hissed in a breath, tucking her brown bob behind her ears before turning to face you.

"What?" You asked eyes still trained on the man on the phone, you pulled into a parking bay near his car and Ryan cursed against the headrest.

She groaned, "He's speaking to Ricciardo," she undid her seatbelt with such ferocity that it smacked the window - you feared it would chip the glass.

"Surely he's just talking about him?" You presumed and turned the ignition off before following her out of the car to see she had already closed the distance between herself and your lover.

Her brows furrowed, "He's not coming here, is he?" she spat, crossing her own arms, the Petronas logo tightening across her shoulders.

Toto looked down at her, "He's already here, I don't expect either of you to argue, we're sharing the circuit with McLaren," he pinched the bridge of his nose, a tell into the fact he wasn't particularly happy with having to share with another team. Circuit days were sacred, yours to not share unless otherwise stated, they were for you and you alone.

"C'mon, Ryan, I'll show you to the garage," You offered, hovering your hand above her shoulders only to find Toto's hand encasing yours.

He said, "She knows where it is, I need to have a chat with you,"

Instant thoughts of any little thing you had done wrong bled through your mind like a virus, and you were unfortunate enough to struggle through the mind fog that had presented itself.

Ryan shot you a reassuring look from across the car park, pulling her headphones up and storming toward the designated Mercedes area. You could tell she was furious, but why wouldn't she be? She had every right to be.

"Come with me," His hand hovered above the small of your back, steering you toward the transporter truck, "I want to give you something," He teased, helping you step into the back of the truck.

Toto loomed over you, searching for the portable light system, and when he pressed it, you were amazed.

Rows of Pirelli wheels lined the wall, the colours defining each one standing out as you traced your hand over them, feeling every callous and every bit of rubber your skin would allow. There was a photo above a portable desk of Toto with the Late Niki Lauda, pouring champagne over the man behind you. He carried on moving past you, rummaging through some metal draws until he came across what he wanted.

The box in his hand was fairly small, around the size of a baseball, maybe bigger, and it had a pretty bow on the lid. The wrapping paper was crisp, and looked a lot like Mercedes logo.

"I thought I owed you a gift," He shyly spoke, his other arm on the back of his neck, "It's not much-," he started to excuse the gift you hadn't even looked at, and you wrapped your hands around the one of his holding the box.

You smiled up at him, "I'm sure it's perfect,"

Hands shook under your touch, eyes lingering in yours whilst you pulled the lid off the box, eyeing up the black paper confetti.

It made you happy, all this effort for a present. You fumbled around inside and felt the cool metal orb, following it down until you found the base on which it was mounted.

'The Monaco Tyre Disaster: 2021' Read the gold plaque on the front, your name underneath. You couldn't help but grin, Valterri's broken wheel nut was now being gifted to you. A token of gratitude, a love gift, whatever you called it, it meant a lot that he'd done that for you.

"I love it," your smile reached your eyes as you reached behind Toto and placed it on the tabletop, a soft clunk following. "Now it's my turn to give you something,"

He raised that same singular eyebrow that somehow managed to tie a knot inside your stomach. You kept you eyes on him, hands trailing down his torso whilst he struggled to maintain eye contact with you.

Your knees tapped the floor, settling your weight as you undid his belt and followed with his zipper, he took in a sharp breath of air, "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Certain," you confirmed, lowering his boxers so that his cock sprung free.

You wrapped your hand around the length, lazily jerking him off before lowering your lips to the tip, tongue swirling around the reddened head which twitched at the pleasure.

You bobbed your head down, taking him entirely into your throat. Eyes watering, you drew breath on the release, your saliva dripping a trail from your mouth to his pleasure, a perfect roadmap leading you where you needed to be.

He looked gorgeous when you looked up, dark eyes shut and lined with long dark lashes, that one strand of hair

"That's it," The Austrian cursed, sucking in a harsh breath between his parted lips, "Suck if slow and good," his hand tightened in your hair as his cock twitched in your mouth.

His hips rolled as he forced his length further into you, and you gagged as you took it all. You pulled away, tendrils of spit connecting you to your older lover.

"Does that feel good, Daddy," your voice was sweet and sultry, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear as you wrapped your hand around his cock and pump.

He whimpered as you kissed his hip, eyes watching his face scrunch up as he got closer and closer to pleasure. He grabbed the top of the doorframe now.

"You're doing perfectly," he struggled to get out as his hips bucked into your hand once more, "such a perfect angel," he grunted.

You smiled up at him, "Are you close?"

He nodded in reaction and made an unholy sound before releasing into the cup of your hand.

You felt awkward holding the liquid, not really knowing what to do with it, so rather than keep it in your hands, you ran it along the length of his softening cock.

He lowered his head, groaning as you dragged it out, forcing him to not enjoy the moment, "I'll get you back later," He groaned as your phone went off in your pocket.

Quickly wiping your hands on his boxers, you pulled the mobile out and pressed answer, "Did you forget we're off to Baku in two days? Where's your stuff?" Liam asked down the phone.

You could tell Toto was listening in, and you pondered for something appropriate to reply with, you could say you'd just not had time to pack, or-

The phone was taken from your hand, "Liam? This is Toto," he started, clearing his throat slightly, "I've decided to fly her out with management as she has some work to do with Bono."

Before Liam could even respond, Toto hung up and placed your phone faced down before zipping his pants up and walking out of the trailer.