Red Hot! (Sebastian Vettel)

8. The Lust

Seb opened his eyes slowly, confused at first about where he was. It was still quite dark in the room but a tiny sliver of sunlight was shining through a gap in the curtains. This wasn't his room, the window was on the other side of the bed in his room. Where on earth was he?

He felt the weight of someone's head resting on his chest, a hand laying on his stomach. Then he remembered. Libby had fallen asleep in his arms and he hadn't had the heart to wake her, so he'd fallen asleep besides her.

He hadn't meant to stay all night. He'd figured she'd wake at some point and kick him out,  but she obviously hadn't.

He reached out his free arm and turned on the overhead reading light. He glanced down at Libby. He couldn't see her face but she sure was making herself comfortable. If she got any closer she'd be laying on top of him, not that he was complaining.

Her dark hair was all messy and sticking up in all directions.  He fell a sudden pang of desire for her.   He bit down on his bottom lip as he felt his dick springing to life. 

Libby gave a little moan in her sleep which only fuelled his desire.   She wriggled closer, her breasts pushing up against his ribcage.

He stroked his fingertips down her spine through the thin cotton of her pyjama top. She gave another small moan. By now he was rock hard. If she hadn't been poorly he'd have been so tempted to wake her up and try his luck, but he couldn't do it, it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of him.

He stretched out his free hand and picked his phone up off of the bedside table to look at the time. It was 6.45. He didn't need to get up just yet, he could enjoy holding her for a while longer.

"What time is it?" Libby asked quietly, slowly regaining conciousness. She smiled as she felt Seb's hand on her back. Had he really stayed all night? Or was she dreaming?

"It's quarter to seven," he replied. She slid her hand up his body from his stomach to his chest. 

"We fell asleep," she said, stating the obvious. 

"Yeah," he murmured.  "I didn't have the heart to wake you, and then I fell asleep too."

She lifted her head and looked at him with her still sleepy eyes. 

"If people knew you'd stayed here they'd talk."

"Scared of it getting back to Joel?"  Libby was about to give him a telling off when he burst out laughing. 
"I'm just joking Libs.   Although I think you were a very bad girl letting me believe you were out with just him."

"I was mad.  You were supposed to call me," she pouted.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I had a bad day and by the time I remembered you were already pissed off.  Forgive me?"

"I don't know whether I should," she said, the corners of her mouth twitching as she tried to hold her laugh back.  "You might have to try a bit harder to persuade me."  Seb raised his eyebrows. Was she serious or not?

"Maybe this might help," he said,  before pressing his lips to hers.   He kissed her softly and gently, a total contrast to the last kiss they'd shared.  He slowly slid his tongue into her mouth, seeking hers.  A minute later he pulled back. "How was that?"  he asked?

"Mmm, it's a start.  I'm sure you can do better than that though." 

"Oh I definitely can,  but I think you need more time to get your strength back so you can keep up with me."

"You're very sure of yourself aren't you?"

"You make me sound big headed. I'm not. I've just seen the way you look at me Libby Valentine. It's the same way I look at you."