Moscow Mule - [Pierre Gasly]

VI

WARNINGS: This chapter will contain 18+ content. Do not interact if you're a minor. Skip this chapter when feeling uncomfortable with sexual themes.

Pierre's hands were sneaky on her thighs under her dress as they sat in the back of the cab, to which Azar pushed them away, her nails digging into his jaw as she looked him in the eyes. A hungry gaze stared back at her, causing a shiver to run up her spine when his lips covered hers again. They hadn't said a word to each other after getting into the cab, but there were no words needed to express their thoughts anyway. The car halted in front of Pierre's hotel, to which he placed the dollar bills in front and got out, not bothering to wait for the change. His fingers slotted around hers, dragging her with big steps through the lobby and towards the elevator. There was no way he hadn't been thinking about this the whole weekend already, what she'd kiss like, what she feels like, how good their bodies would fit together. And he's about to get all of his questions answered soon. The doors of the elevator opened, and he stepped forward, drawing the key card of his room from his pocket.

The light flickered green as the locking system opened. Within a breath, his lips were back on hers, his hands wrapping around her petite waist to draw her into his chest. Azar kicked her heels off her feet, having to stand on her tippy-toes to reach him, but Pierre was quick to find a solution to that. His palms grabbed her ass, riding up her dress as he lifted her up to curl her legs around his waist. He dropped her on the large bed of his room, ready to ruin the sheets and her pretty makeup. Azar reached for the zipper of her dress, and the small piece of clothing nearly fell apart as soon as she unzipped it. Pierre pulled it over her head, snapping the thin, elastic waistband of her thong against her hips. "Shit, you're so sexy," he moaned at the sight of her naked skin. "Put that mouth to work," Azar demanded, shut up by his mouth on hers before his tongue licked against hers. She sucked in a harsh breath as he started to kiss down her neck, the stubble on his chin and jaws sensible against her skin.

Pierre groaned at the scent of her perfume, the taste of her delicate skin as he left wet kisses down to her collarbones. Her body felt divine beneath him, his hands couldn't stop feeling her smooth skin, her perky breasts, the hard pearls of her nipples as his fingers played with them and drew such beautiful sounds from her throat. Pierre looked up at her as he kissed down her stomach, feeling how she started to squirm beneath him. He moved her legs over his shoulders, lips meeting her inner thighs. He barely did anything, or he had her moaning underneath him, causing him to grin before he moved her thong aside. Azar dug her teeth into her lower lip as she felt him pressing a kiss to her nub of nerve endings. His touches, his kisses, it made her crave only more, more, more. Her fingers curled into his hair, twisting into the dirty-blonde strands to push his head deeper between her thighs. She gasped as his tongue licked a fat stripe up her core, the muscle spreading her labia and lapping at her as if she tasted like race-winning champagne.

"Fuck, Pierre," she moaned, throwing her head back against the pillows. "You're about to, baby," he replied in a cocky way, shutting her up before she could say anything by sucking her clit into his mouth. Two of his fingers swirled around her entrance, getting it lubricated with her slick before the pushed them in. He groaned against her core at the feeling of her tightness around his fingers, the vibrations making her whimper back at him. Azar didn't need to guide him to make her feel good, Pierre was just so good with his mouth and his fingers. They curled up to the most sensitive spot in her body right away, making her back arch and her lips part with another moan to praise his skills. Her eyes fell closed, feeling his tongue swirling over her clit in the best way possible. The sounds of him eating her like a man starved bounced off the walls of the hotel room, mixing with her sultry moans that had him grinding against the mattress of the bed. Her nose scrunched up, and her eyes squeezed shut as he made her cum. Pierre's hair was a mess when he lifted his head from between her legs.