Life in the Fastlane (Sebastian Vettel)

39. The Moment of Truth

The moment of truth had arrived.  Today would decide who was going to be the 2024 Formula 1 world champion. Would it be Mercedes' George Russell for the first time? Or would Seb win his seventh title, equalling his hero Michael Schumacher's number of titles?

Seb was leading by three points heading into the finale in Abu Dhabi.  It was all to play for. 

Seb was trying to hide his nerves but Mollie knew him too well.  She tried her best to be there for him, to encourage him and help him calm down, but she knew that in some ways the nerves were a good thing.  It helped him to keep focussed and not become complacent.

Qualifying had gone well for him, and also for Mollie. Seb would be starting on the front row alongside Daniel Ricciardo,  who was on pole. George would be starting fourth. Mollie was fifth. If she could just get the jump on George at the start maybe she could hold him off long enough for Seb to get far enough up the road away from him.

She knew it wasn't her job to help Seb but she certainly wasn't going to make it easy for George.

Ninety minutes before the race she heard a knock on her driver's room door. She opened it and found Seb stood there. His face was white. She took his hand and pulled him inside before anyone saw him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I feel sick Mols. I feel really sick. What if I bottle it?"

"Why would you bottle it? You've done this six times before."

"If I win this I'll equal Michael. I never ever thought I'd do that. I want this so much."

"You deserve it baby. No one works harder than you do. You want a pep talk. I'm giving you a bollucking. Stop being stupid. You're Sebastian Vettel. Now if George beats you he beats you because it was his day, his time. But you won't bottle it. You will fight til the end and I believe you will be leaving here as champion."

"I just can't stop thinking of everything that could go wrong."

"Stop it. Or I'll make you stop it."

"How?" he snorted.

She brushed her hand over the front of his trackies.

"By distracting you."

"Before a race?"

"Remember the last time we fucked before a race?" His thoughts went back to Silverstone.

"You won. I was third."

"Didn't hurt us then did it?"

Seb didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed her down to her knees, easing his cock out of his trackies and sliding it into her mouth. Within seconds he was hard and pushing into her throat. She was gagging but taking it!

After a few minutes he pulled out and pushed her onto all fours.

"It's going to have to be quick," he panted, as he pulled her leggings and panties down, knelt behind her and slammed into her.

He drove in with an urgency he rarely felt. He needed to fill her up. He groaned as he fucked her , his release close.

He reached around and rubbed her clit hard and fast as he continued plunging in and out of her. His breathing became ragged. Mollie came hard and fast, managing to keep quiet. The last thing they needed was anyone hearing them fucking.

Seb gave a growl as he released himself inside her. He tried his best to keep as quiet as possible but it was so difficult.

He pulled out after a minute's rest. "Baby, I love you. Thank you. And I'm sorry it was quick."