Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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Passing through the Australian paddock I intentionally give Lance give extra minutes to nap so I can go and see my favorite Red Bull Driver for a quick good luck.
I can't help it.
I'm aching to see him.
Our last night together is all I can think about.
But I find Daniel first, who greets me with a hug and twinkle in his eye that tells me he knows just exactly what I'm doing here. "Second door on the left." He smiles walking away towards his car.
Yeah, he knows.
Following his instructions I catch Max as he's coming out to prep for the upcoming qualifying round a look of shock registering over his face.
"Hi," I whisper suddenly feeling awkward.
"Come in," He bites his lip, opening the door with a smirk that sends chills down my legs.
Those are his bedroom eyes.
But he's got a race like.... within the hour.
"What are you doing here?" The door closes behind us.
"I had to see you."
"Sorry," He hasn't texted most of the day as it's been a busy morning of free practice. That's not what's been bothering me anyways, what's been bothering me is not getting to spend a single night together since our summer break. We've talked but it's been days since he's touched me. "Racing can be so all consuming... Have you ever had something consume you?"
Yup, definitely bedroom eyes.
"Writing... Never a man." I know just what he's asking. Max smiles wide, unbuttoning the top of his race suit.
He pulls the desk chair out, laser sharp look in his eyes "Come here and I'll show you."
Sitting he nods to the empty white desk while he unzips his suit, watching as I take an obedient seat on the cool metal.
Yes.
He bends down to unzip my pants, pushing his palm inside. "I need this. You're fucking magic."
Oh.
Bloody hell.
This is mixing business with pleasure but I can't stop.
How can I say no?
It's impossible.
Rising my hips to his hand in answer isn't enough for him. "You need to say it baby."
"I want you Max." Begging that's quickly rewarded. He pulls my jeans all the way down so I'm fully exposed having not worn panties.
Pushing myself up with my arms behind me, Max works magic with his hands. "Don't make a fucking sound." He commands because garages are known for thin walls.
That's not enough to stop him from taking me.
His thumb connects with my clit and he rubs the nub a few times, grin working it's way to his face. "Wet, just how you're supposed to be with me. Good girl."
He doesn't say anything else, instead fixating on my silent, pushing my legs further an further apart. "Have you played with yourself since we've been apart?"
Well, yes. It's been days now I didn't get to spend with him and after all this dirty talk I'm so horny I have to get off at least once a day. Preferably twice.
Girls gotta go what a girls gotta do.
"Yes."
He licks my pussy and I swallow a moan. "You didn't call me when you were touching yourself."
"I didn't think to." Nobodies ever asked me anything like that before, he wants me to masturbate on the phone with him?
His eyes meet mine. "Next time, you better call me."
Pressing kisses to my core, "Do you want to watch?"
"Yes. I'd stroke myself to you pleasuring yourself, it'd be so damn sexy." Usually I can never get there so quickly but with Max, I'm dying to come in a matter of minutes.
His fingers are curling inside of me, hitting a spot that makes my vision go black. Skilled with his oral there's a rhythm to his movements that build my orgasm quickly. His mouth his working in sync with his hands when I orgasm, choking down a scream in pleasure.
He laps it up.
It's my undoing.
It's so damn sexy I squirt, for the first time in my life.
"Fuck," I choke out.
"Next time you touch yourself, let this consume you. And call me." He issues an order and he leaves before I can catch my breath.
Duty calls, I guess.
The worst part of all is when he crashed, I didn't even notice at the time. It was so unexpected my head was skimming press approvals instead of watching the race on screen with most of the garage.
I watch the replay in slow motion, how the smallest amount of under steer causes Max to spin off the already way track into the gravel until his car smashes the barrier.
Worse still, Daniel in the other red bull can't swerve in enough time to avoid hitting the tale end of Max's car.
That's all it takes to ruin Red Bulls weekend.
Born drivers are safe, but with crushed hopes.
Leaning back in my uncomfortable chair - I pick up my phone and call Elsa.
"Holy shit," She exhales instead of hello. An appropriate response in my book at the moment.
"What the fuck?" I agree.
I check my watch and notice qualifying lasted less than a minute for him, leaving Max doomed to start at the back of the pack tomorrow.
If they can even fix his car in time.
"He is screaming on the radio." She tells me of my dutchman.
"I bet they both are."
"As long as they're okay." We can both agree there.
"They are, right?"
"Of course. It's fine." She says, but it doesn't feel so fine at all.
