Starstruck - Max Verstappen

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MAX'S POINT OF VIEW

I walked to the bedroom only to find Leyla sleeping. Did she just call my name in her sleep or am I so drunk my mind is playing games on me? I took another sip of gin right out of the bottle that I was holding in my hand without taking my eyes off her.

"M-Max..." My name rolled off her lips again as she let out a heavy breath moving in her sleep.

"I'm right here, my schatje." I whispered placing the bottle on the nightstand before I laid down next to her.  "Do I fuck you good in that dream of yours?" I caressed her cheek. "You are driving me crazy." I said doubting my accent was eligible in english as I wrapped my hands around her waist pulling her closer to me. "I have to feel you at least, schatje." My hands reached out and squeezed her breasts before sliding down beneath her dress to grab her ass. Before I even knew it, my lips softly crashed onto hers. Heavenly.

She was too drunk to wake up, but yet she let out a couple of moans as she unconsciously wrapped her arms around my neck. I rolled her over and placed her on top of me, my hands rubbing and squeezing her ass. At this point I was hardly controlling myself, the lust for her devouring me from the inside out. She was divine.

"That cunt checked you out today, schatje." I whispered remembering Hamilton as I looked down on her sleeping on my chest as my fingers ran through her long hair. "I'm fucking killing him if he ever dares to look at you again." I cussed placing a kiss on her forehead before my eyes felt way too heavy to keep them open anymore. "You are mine." My arms hugged her tighter.

LEYLA'S POINT OF VIEW

I stretched inhaling what seemed to be Max's cologne. My whole body felt numb from all the alcohol, but an embrace was hugging me as I slowly woke up. Looking around, I recognized Max's bedroom getting the first drunk thought that we might have had sex last night. Or was it just my dream? My eyes widened in surprise when I realized my hands were wrapped around Max's neck and that I was literally standing on top of him with my knees on both of his sides.

What is happened? Did I actually sleep on his chest in this position all night? How did we end up like this? Even though I was surprised, I didn't mind it at all. One thing was for sure: we were both fully clothed meaning we didn't do anything last night. Clearly it was just another dream of mine.

I was still drunk as I looked at Max's peaceful sleeping face, my index finger softly and slowly running across his full lips. I would kiss him right now but I was too afraid he would wake up. I placed my head back on his chest admiring him as his strong arms wrapped around my waist were keeping me in place. My fingers ran slowly through his soft hair while he was waking up.

"Good morning..." Max's blue eyes met mine as his fingers fixed my hair behind my ear. "Slept well last night?"

"Mhmm..." I moaned feeling the need to stretch getting up from his chest, but sitting with my legs spread on him, not realizing at first the inappropriate position I was now on top of Max.

"What a view." Max bit down on his lip, his hands sliding from my thighs up to my waist grabbing it as I immediately blushed coming to realization. "What did you dream about last night?"

His question left me breathless as I felt like I just froze, my heart being ready to literally pop out of my chest. I knew I dreamed about Max last night but I was praying to God right now I didn't moan his name in my sleep right beside him.

Max stood up with his torso, but still keeping me down in place on his lap, my legs spread on the bed. My hands came in defense as I placed them on his chest feeling his heart rate speeding up quickly. I gasped feeling him get hard underneath me not being able to say a word. Max analyzed every inch of my face staying quiet. The unbearable tension between us left me breathless.

A violent knocking on the door followed by the ringing bell made me flinch while Max frowned immediately looking away from me. The buzzing insisted all over again.

"Let's go, you, lazy ass!" Lando screamed from the top of his lungs from behind the door. "Monaco is in less than two weeks, you loser!" He buzzed the door all over again.

"I can't fucking believe this!" Max angrily exclaimed as he followed on cursing in Dutch just after I quickly got off him.

MAX'S POINT OF VIEW

This fucking idiot, how the fuck does he dare to bang on my door on a time like this? I stood up from the bed and walked to the door as the imbecile would buzz the bell all over again.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I cussed scaring Lando a little and making him take a step back from me.

"Woah, what the fuck happened to you, dutchman? You look terrible!" He commented as I looked at myself in the mirror right next to the door noticing my hair was a mess, my eyes were bloodshot from all the alcohol and I was wearing yesterday's wrinkled clothes.

"For fuck's sake!" I let out a sigh unsuccessfully trying to fix my hair.

"You smell like an alcoholic!" Lando stepped inside the living room walking towards the bedroom's door as his eyes fell immediately on Leyla sitting all messy on the bed. "LEYLA?"