Formula One Smut Book

Max Verstappen Smut - She's In Parties

POV - An alternate ending to a chapter from my story, 'How I Met Charles Leclerc'. 

Warnings - f receiving oral, rough, dominance, secretive, hiding, risky etc...

Enjoy xo

'Come on', a raspy voice licks into my ear, 'We're going upstairs'. The demanding voice is followed by a hand slipping around my waist.

I turn away from my conversation to see Max Verstappen staring into my eyes. I've seen that needy look oh so many times, but never from Max. We'd only just met here at Daniel's party this evening but it is clear there was an instant attraction.

I excuse myself from my conversation with Pierre Gasly and silently leave the room following Max. I stop his advances before we start sneaking up the stairs.

'Max, wait', I shout over the music and turn the corner as soon as he turns to look at me. Slowly, I creep backwards into the room where Daniel had put all of our coats and jackets away - it's only a very small cupboard but enough room to have a little walk around - or a little fun. 

'What are you doing?' He questions me and I pull him into my body by his collar. My move seems to peeve him and he fights back with a choking hand and a hard kiss to my open mouth. I try going against him by pushing my tongue deep into his mouth, exploring what he has to offer. Again, he comes back stronger, forcing his tongue into my mouth and letting out a frustrated grunt as he tastes me.

The force of his choking hand backs me up into the corner, my back pressed against the cold shadowed wall, which comes to be rather pleasurable as the party rooms are extremely warm. Both of us are still slick with a layer of sweat but both of us too lost in the kiss to acknowledge our poor presentation.

'That feels good', I reference the buzzing feeling in my head and chest. I break away for air, our lips still threaded together in a hot mess whilst I whisper. The cupboard is almost pitch black; even if someone were to walk in, they would never see us as we're disguised in the corner among a heap of clothing people had thrown into the room throughout the night.

'You feel good', Max affirms before kissing me roughly once again, filling me with a nest of butterflies all over my body. I feel electric beneath his touch. Max's free hand collects both of mine, pinning them high above my head. He's taller than me by a few inches and definitely a whole lot stronger - this move turns me on a whole lot more as I know I could never fight him off. Why would I want to?

His tongue tastes like the sour sting of the alcoholic shots we'd been sharing all evening and I'm sure I taste the same to him but we're stuck in a needy mess of wanting more of each other.

'More', I moan into his mouth whilst he breaks away from inside my mouth to graze his teeth over my lip, biting down a little, a light yelp escaping from my me.

'More?' He repeats, releasing his sweet hand from my throat and dipping underneath my dress skirt, hoisting it up to my waist without a care, 'You'll have to be good for me, then'. His eyes pierce into my mind, making my head cloudy. 

'Yes', I whine out as his strong fingers move my underwear to the side and insert themselves inside of me one at a time. My head falls back against the wall, making a small thud as I make contact with the wall, rather than a sheltering coat breaking my fall. 'Oh fuck', I whine when his two fingers curl inside of my pussy, hitting my g spot so sweetly yet brutally. His skillful thumb reaches my clit simultaneously with his moving fingers, rubbing small circles which intensifies my moans.

Drunk on kisses as well as the alcohol, Max looks into my eyes as I take his fingers in me so well, he smirks proudly whilst whispering dirty sweet nothings into my ear before returning wet kisses to my mouth. I bite down on his lip to conceal myself from exposing our location to the rest of the party.