Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
I fell backwards onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Charles was still out and I didn't expect him back for a few hours, despite this, I managed to peel myself from bed to jump into the shower, getting into something comfier.

The sofa was big enough and comfortable enough to sleep on, but I felt bad, reclining it as far as it would go, and leaving a few pillows and throws on the end just incase he needed them.

My bedroom was separate to the lounge, a door parting both rooms, but it was the same suite, and knowing he'd be sleeping right there, I knew I'd be desperate to break our distance.

I was just drifting off when I heard the door open quietly, clicking shut, yet, I didn't move, still curled up on the sofa, in the space I'd made for Charles.

I heard a low chuckle, as I was lifted into the air. I opened my eyes in shock, staring up at the man who had stood me up a few hours before.

'Good date?' I grumbled.

'I could ask you the same thing.' He rolled his eyes.

'You look nice.' I whispered, waiting for him to place me into my bed before allowing my eyes to travel him.

'Just nice?'

'Yes, just nice.' I said, smiling softly at him.

'You should sleep, you were nodding on the sofa.' He said, reaching forwards to push my hair behind my ears.

'I set out some stuff for you.'

'I know, you made it look quite comfy, all asleep on it.' He teased.

'Get out of here.' I said, trying to hide my flushing cheeks.

'Goodnight, love.' He whispered, placing a soft but not intrusive kiss on my forehead. 

I sunk into it, allowing my eyes to close and feel just how close he was to me, before he no longer was, and was sleeping in the room opposite.

I sighed heavily and pulled my duvet cover closer to me, and then yanking my pillow over my head at the obvious sounds of Charles's bed banging against the wall separating both rooms. I wasn't sure where he'd told Layla he was staying, but it most certainly wouldn't have been here.

Something was different though. In the entire time I was forced to silently lay in my bed and listen, I only heard a girls voice. The sounds of the bed smacking against the wall were distant, and that was the only thing I heard.

She was up to something.

After half an hour of tossing and turning, and no sign of the noise next door stopping, I climbed from my bed and walked to the kitchen to get a drink. Charles was sat up on the sofa, on his phone, his face softening when he noticed me.

'Why are you up?' He frowned, putting his phone down and giving me his full attention.

'Your girlfriends fucking someone in your room and it's scarring me.' I said, rubbing at my head from the lack of sleep.

I saw a little anger wash over his face, but he covered it quickly, opening his arms out to me. I hesitated, but he insisted, opening and closing his hands to emphasise the fact that he wanted me.

I put my glass down on the table and softly laid down on his chest, my legs curled up in between his and my head sitting just ontop of his shoulder, my body sprawled out over his. He sighed a big breath of relief and I smiled, allowing him to link his fingers with mine.

'Im sorry It's keeping you awake.'

'They're not fucking in there. She sure as hell knows that you're in here and she's trying to get a reaction.' I said, quieter this time.

He sat up, the biggest smirk on his face as he picked me up, carrying me into my room and ignoring my squeal.

He laid me down on the bed and grabbed one edge of it, the wooden post sitting firmly under his grasp. I looked at him and he nodded, urging for me to grab the other side.

We both began to slam it into the wall rhythmically, the sounds from next door stopping instantly. I knew that wouldn't be enough, though. She'd know a fake fuck when she heard one, she was busy replicating one herself.

I peeled my eyes away from Charles, not wanting to see the look on his face when I'd done what I was about to. I was there to put on a show, I wasn't going to wimp out because the only man I'd want to Fuck me was right here next to me, pretending.

I gasped loud, followed by a moan, my eyes closed and my head thrown back as I did my best to replicate a real one. I felt Charles's hands let go of the bed, and it was scary now knowing I was the only one making an effort whilst he stood and watched.

'Mia, don't.' He said under his breath.

'Fuck, Charles, don't stop.' I moaned, allowing myself to look at him now, bold enough, knowing he wasn't going to do anything.

I was wrong, he took three large strides towards me and pushed me up against the wall nearest the bed, letting his lips glide against mine, not enough to kiss me.

'You make me so fucking hard, you know that?' He mumbled, fumbling to rid me of my shorts.

I groaned, the rising pulse in my lower body becoming unbearable at the feel of his cold fingers on my skin.

'You fucking hate me but you'll let me touch you?' He asked, an amused smile lingering on his lips as I watched his movements, his fingers teasing their way up my thigh.

'Please.' I whispered.

'Please, what, Mia?' He asked, closer to my ear this time.

We'd both forgotten what was actually going on, as the noise had stopped and all was silent, and now it was just us two and the moment.

'Fuck me with your fingers, Charles, please.' I begged, closing my eyes, my mouth falling open when he slowly sunk one finger inside of me.

My body was slowly collapsing from the pleasure, and so he held me up with his free hand, just as he began to curl his fingers.

'Oh fuck!' I screamed, covering my mouth from the shock of how loud I'd just shouted for him.

He slammed a second finger inside of me, all composure gone as he finger fucked me as hard and fast as he could, curling his fingers at all of the right spots.

'Don't cover your moans, love, I need to hear them.' He teased, leaving sloppy kisses up my neck.

He made his way to the base of my jaw just as my legs began to shake, panting heavier as I tried to keep control of myself.

'Cum on my fingers, amore, really put on this show of yours.' He mumbled, snapping me back into reality.

This all started because I was trying to piss off his ex, and he'd reminded me that all we were was a show.

I came crashing down fast, my legs trembling as I slowly lowered myself onto the floor, leaning my head against the wall. I was a sweaty mess, but Charles didn't seem to care, kneeling infront of me and leaning in for a kiss.

I moved my head to the side and allowed him to leave one next to the plump, purple skin he'd sucked at on my neck.

I wasn't ready to give him my lips again, because if I kissed him once more, i knew I'd end up giving him a piece of my soul, and I couldn't go back, I would be unable to heal when the inevitable happened.

Besides
It was just a show.