All of Me (Sebastian Vettel)

29. The Trouble With Overthinking

Seb gritted his teeth as he saw Connor throwing his arm around Alyssa's shoulder as they emerged from the airport building into the evening June sunshine. The young Irishman had no rights touching her like that. 

She's mine! he thought to himself. 

He'd already been waiting several minutes for her.  It had been a long day and he was tired and extremely irritable.  Seeing Connor being overfamiliar with Alyssa was pissing him right off.   Why was she letting him flirt with her when only yesterday she'd had his cock in her mouth?  She was laughing.  Was she flirting back? He scowled. 

"What's up Boss?"  He turned his head to look at Antti, who was stood next him. 

"What makes you think there's something wrong?" Seb snapped.

"Maybe because you've got a face like a slapped arse," the Finn continued.  Seb grunted.  "Hangover?"

"No, I never had a drink. I haven't touched alcohol since Baku."

Antti then noticed Seb was staring over at Alyssa and Connor. 

"Ah, I get it.  You're sulking because Alyssa is with Connor and not with you."

"She's not with Connor!" Seb replied. 

"So why are you glaring at them like that?"

"He fancies his chances," Seb muttered.  Antti chuckled. He knew Seb was pissed off the young Irishman was flirting up a storm. 

"He doesn't stand a chance," he told Seb.  "She is crazy about you."

"You think?"

"I know. The way you two look at each other is sickening."

Seb smiled.  Antti was right.  Connor could flirt all he wanted.   He wasn't the one who'd had his face buried in Alyssa's pussy.  He wasn't the one who'd had his dick in her mouth. And he never would be!

He scowled again as he heard Alyssa laughing loudly at something the young Irishman had said. His doubts returned. 

He longed to walk over and throw his arm around her, to kiss her and let everyone know she was off the market, but he couldn't.  They weren't official.  What the hell were they?  He didn't know.  All he knew was he missed her every minute he was away from her. 

She'd left his room shortly after he'd shot his load down her throat the day before, and he hadn't seen her since until now. 

He'd texted her after arriving back at the hotel the night before, asking her to spend the night in his room, but she'd declined because of the early hour they were leaving for the airport.  He'd been disappointed, but he'd understood.  He'd known that once
home they would have plenty of time alone before Naomi and Rebekah came to stay at the weekend. Antti wouldn't be around until Thursday so they'd have two whole days. He'd already been thinking about what he was going to do to her, most of it involving his mouth.  He'd already given her an orgasm in Baku. Now he couldn't wait to give her multiple ones.

However, seeing how she was laughing with Connor he began to wonder if she was having doubts about him.   After all, Connor was a similar age to her,  not several years older with kids and an ex-wife.  An ex-wife who also happened to be her sister. 

"Earth calling Seb!"  He'd been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't seen Alyssa escape Connor and make her way over to him.  She was now stood in front of him with a questioning look on her face. 

She looked so bloody gorgeous in a pale blue playsuit, her long dark hair tied up in a ponytail.  He couldn't blame Connor for fancying her.   

"Sorry, I was in a world of my own," he said, pasting a fake smile on his face.  "I'll see you Thursday Antti."