Starstruck - Max Verstappen

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MAX'S POINT OF VIEW

The party was almost over and I didn't leave Leyla's side not even for a second. That rusty idiot how dare he hit on her like a coward behind my back. Hope he'll see that story and get into that dumb head of his she is fucking mine. I couldn't lose Leyla. Especially not to Lewis Hamilton. He has taken our rivalry way out of the track. And I'm not losing either way.

"Max, you're too drunk to drive." Leyla grabbed my arm pulling me in her direction trying to stop me from opening the car's door.

"I drive best when I'm drunk." I opened the door for her before I hopped inside and sped away. "Come sit on me." I whispered in her ear as soon as I stopped to a red light.

She bit her lip nervously before instantly jumping on my lap. Our lips violently crashed into one another as my hands slipped off the steering wheel to squeeze her ass. Little did she know what the soft moans she let out so casually were doing to me. And I couldn't wait to hear them louder.

"Are you going to drive with me all over you like that all the way home?" She questioned with a playful tone making me press her tighter into my chest.

"I wish I'd drive even the Red Bull car with you all over me." My thumb brushed on her plush lips as she slowly parted them to take it into her mouth. Her eyes gazed into mine while sucking it. This was sick.

I was hypnotized into the vision of ecstasy happening right before my eyes when I heard a horn behind me. It was a green light, but driving away wasn't a priority for me in that moment. I took the finger out of her mouth just to place my hand on the wheel. Immediately her eyebrows furrowed together as I pressed the acceleration trying my best to keep my eyes on the road and not on her. But that became harder than it already was when her lips pressed against my neck leaving wet kisses behind.

My vision started to blur out from all the alcohol. I don't know how I managed to make it home in one piece. But as soon as I parked the car, my hands grabbed her butt cheeks instantly lifting her up as I stepped out the car.

"I thought you were going to take me home."

"My house is your home now." I said rushing upstairs holding her bridal style and slamming the door of my apartment open.

Her drunk laughter filled the bedroom as I stepped inside throwing her on my bed. She spread her legs offering me a view of the lingerie she wore under that dress. That was it. We were both way too intoxicated with alcohol to deny our lust for each other anymore and she has been teasing me for way too long for me to be able to control myself any longer.

I hovered above her, lips colliding instantly while she blindly unbuttoned my shirt making way for her hands to brush against my chest. I reached for the zipper on the back of her dress, shamelessly pulling it down making her it loosen.

"M-Max..." Her voice softly whispered in my mouth.

"Leyla." I parted our lips slightly breathing heavily. Is it possible she changed her mind? I couldn't possibly take it. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop." My voice cracked a little trying to coherently speak.

"I'm so in love with you."

"Oh God... I'm so in love with you too, liefde." With a swift move I dragged the dress down her legs leaving her bare naked right in front of me.

"I love when you call me that." She whined softly, her fingers tracing my jawline.

"You look damn gorgeous spread on my bed like that." I paused just to take in the view of her porcelain skin lighted up by the moonlight breaking into the room. My fingers moved lower sliding her lingerie to the side feeling the wetness of it. "I haven't even touched you yet."