Summary: You're Lewis' fuck buddy and he invites you over, but this time there are someone's prying eyes on you two.
Lewis isn't your boyfriend. On race days, you were there to support him and sometimes he would show up at your art gallery. That's actually how you two met. In London, you own an art gallery, with art painted by yours truly and Lewis happened to stop by. You obviously knew who he was but tried to suppress your inner fangirl. He, however, could not once he found out you painted every single piece of art hanging up. Lewis was interested in many forms of art if not all. That day, he ended up buying a few pieces.
You two became good friends over a short period of time, but there was definitely something more lingering in the air. It wasn't love or anything as such. You had gotten out of a three year long relationship a few months ago, and despite the fact that you moved on, you didn't want to date anyone. But anyone with good eyesight knows that Lewis is an attractive man.
The attraction was there since day one and both of you were aware of it, but didn't act on it. Until Lewis did. He had invited you over like he usually would but this time was different. Before you did anything, you made it clear to him that you didn't want a relationship which he was glad to hear because he didn't want it either. His career made it hard for him to date someone, and he didn't want to lose a relationship because he wasn't able to give them enough time. He'd rather not even try in the first place. Only if your ex was as self aware as Lewis.
From that night on, Lewis was still your friend but with an added perk of fuck buddy as well.
It was race week once again, the night before qualifying. He had done quite well in the previous practice sessions and was at ease for tomorrow. Usually, you two wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time with each other during the race weekend. The only time you had was at night when he would come to your hotel room or call you to his. Even then, he wasn't keen on having sex, he just wanted you there. And you understood. One of the reasons he started to adore you. You understood him well. For those nights, you two were just friends.
So when he called you over to his hotel room tonight, you thought you would just spend the night talking or letting him hold you while you two slept. You had landed earlier today which meant that you didn't book a hotel room yet. When he opened the door, he immediately pulled you inside and held your face to kiss you. He kicked the door closed with his foot and pushed your back against it. You knew of his intentions for that night and you were glad to have him like this again.
His hands roamed over your body while his lips brutally kissed yours. His mouth moved down to your neck to nip and kiss until light marks were made. You let out a soft moan at his antics.
He came up to face you and smiled "hi" he whispered. He picked you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. You pressed your lips to his, showing him how much you wanted him. Before he reached his bedroom, he stumbled on something which made him loosen the grip on you. Once you were on your feet, Lewis bent over while holding on to his foot. You burst out laughing at the sight.
"Lewis! Are you okay?" You asked him, still laughing at him as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He nodded, standing up straight again but he placed a finger across your lips "you need to be quiet"
A confused expression came across your face "why?"
Lewis looked across the room to another door that was slightly ajar. "No" you understood what he was trying to say. "Yeah" he muttered. "Lewis! Why would you call me ove-" You spoke loudly which made him kiss you to make you stop talking. It didn't help much because you moaned in his mouth as he pulled your body against his.
Once you broke away he whispered "does that mean you're leaving?" You stepped away from him. Instead of replying to him you slowly pulled your shirt off. "Come here" you motioned, beckoning with your hand. Lewis walked closer to you, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other hand was travelling up towards your chest. He kissed your jaw down to your neck and pulled down one of the straps of your bra. Lewis kissed and bit the skin on your shoulder, hard enough to make marks.
