𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, max verstappen

11 ; every last atom (18+)

It was late in the evening when a knock on my bedroom door forced me out of bed again. My muscles were stiff from the half-sleep I had fallen into less than an hour ago and my top was almost hanging down below my breasts.

My brain wasn't working fast enough to realize what was happening because I opened the door without adjusting my top and opened my eyes in shock when Max stood in front of me.

I didn't have time to say anything, react to his presence or slam the door in his face, because he crashed his lips onto mine.

As if my kisses were his life energy, he tried to absorb everything, to leave nothing of what I offered him. My senses were foggy and my thoughts were far too jumbled in my head.

"Max..." That wasn't right. Kelly had to wait for him in the room they shared.

"No." He sounded so powerless as he kicked the door shut with his foot and pushed me against it. It felt like Max was breaking under my hands exploring his body —

But somehow he was also so authoritative that I didn't quite know what it felt like anymore.

Max's kisses set each of my cells on fire, making them groan for his touch and cry out for his glowing skin on mine.

"Max, don't..." I lacked the strength to break away from the RedBull pilot, letting him push me against the door more and more demanding, his hard erection pressing against my abdomen.

But the words that left my mouth no longer had any meaning as Max broke away from my lips and kissed along my jaw.

A tortured moan escaped me, because I had missed his kisses so much that my body groaned for his as soon as it got what it craved.

"Max..." He released his lips from me, took my face in his hands so gently that I could barely feel his touch and looked at me with so much love in his storm blue eyes that I felt dizzy.

"Do you think I care about anyone other than you?" He placed a soft kiss on my lips, barely connecting them and leaving me almost begging for more. "You're the only thing that matters to me. You always have been." Desperate, he dropped his head against my shoulders, inhaling my scent like the air he breathed.

"Look what you're doing to me." He pressed his erection against my abdomen, his breath caught briefly in his throat by the touch.

"I'm on my fucking knees for you, Tilda." He murmured against my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses on the way to my lips.

"We can't, Max..." Breathlessly, I continued to let Max's soft kisses cover me as if we were still together. My body screamed for Max's body more than ever and I felt my abdomen tingle as hot desire gripped me.

Max pulled away from me, placed his thumb on my chin and stroked my bottom lip with his fingertip.

I closed my eyes in agony, because I didn't want to be to blamed for Kelly and Max's break-up. Not even if he did more than just show me that he didn't care, it would end between them.

"I don't just want pieces of you, I want all of you. Good and bad. Every last atom."

He had me so, so tight in his claws and I never wanted to have to move away from him again, contentedly letting him tear apart every single piece of my body as long as he would put it back together afterwards.

"I love you." I shook my head desperately, wanting to break away from Max, but he wouldn't let me leave between him. "I love you, Matilda Wolff." My gaze flitted to his eyes and all I could see was love and nothing but the truth —

Because he wasn't lying to me, he never had.

I buried my fingers in his hair, eliciting a pleasurable moan from him like he always did when I lost my fingers in his hair.

And Max couldn't wait any longer, pressing his lips so hard against mine that my head was pressed hard against the door. He pressed his erection against my stomach, somehow trying to find release as he kissed me breathlessly.

My hands went under his shirt, touching his muscles and making my skin burn even more than it already was. The feeling of his glowing skin under mine raised goose bumps all over my body and I impatiently pulled the shirt off his trained torso.

I briefly detached myself from the Dutchman, soaking up the sight and leaving nothing behind as my fingertips traced each new muscle I had missed.

Max moaned with pleasure, pulled the top over my head in one movement and attacked the sensitive areas of my neck with his soft lips.

His bare chest pressed against mine and I groaned as he hit a spot behind my ear that he knew I loved.

"Got it." He grinned against my neck, grazing the soft skin of it with his teeth and eliciting another moan from me.

Impatiently, he took my leg and placed it over his hip, only to rub his hard erection against my center.

A moan escaped us both and I bit Max's shoulder to stifle the noise as he continued to attack my neck, trying to get me even wetter than I already was.

"Fuck, Max..." I threw my arms around his neck and buried my fingers in his hair, which had grown back in the last few weeks.

"I've missed hearing you moan my name." The Dutchman mumbled as I pushed him backwards and crawled onto his lap as soon as his back hit the bed.

It was better not to say anything —

Because no matter what I said, nothing rational would come of it anyway.

My brain was screaming at my heart how it could be so incredibly naive and get involved with Max again, but my heart was screaming back that it was the right decision.

Max greedily pressed me onto his erection, squeezing my hips so hard that I feared I would have huge bruises tomorrow.

"Take the rest off," Max murmured as he rolled my nipples between his fingers, torturing me until I would break. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you."

Without thinking about it, I did as Max asked and removed my pants before I found myself between the mattress and Max's hot body.

I felt his erection against my center and how he first pressed it against me before he took his pants off completely and threw them to the other end of the room.

"Tell me you don't want this." His breath hit my lips, giving me goosebumps that Max could clearly feel as he grinned with satisfaction and thrust into me hard.

I gasped for air, no longer used to the feeling of his size and clawed at his back, trying to get a grip so I wouldn't fly away.

The Dutchman's moans were so damn hot and attractive that my clit started to throb briefly and my abdomen tingled so much that I felt like I was falling.

He thrust into me in such a sophisticated position that his abdomen grazed my clit with every movement and made me moan louder than I would have liked.

His lips took mine in demand and silenced me, but my senses were so foggy that I could barely kiss him back.

"Max..."

My voice was desperate, so damn desperate, and I wondered where it was all coming from. I hadn't felt this desperate in the last few weeks and I couldn't even begin to describe how I felt now.

"I know, baby. I know." He ran his hand between our bodies and rubbed small circles over my clit, overstimulating my body so much that I was about to fall off the cliff I was dangerously fast approaching the precipice.

My breathing was so fast that I felt like I couldn't breathe —

Because the overwhelming feeling of the knot in my abdomen that couldn't be loosened was driving me mad.

With a few more thrusts I finally felt it loosen and Max sent me over the edge with a deep thrust, pushing me mercilessly over it while he himself found release inside me.

A moan escaped his throat as my nails ran over his back, leaving marks that would be visible for days afterwards.

━━━DISCLAIMER,
uh, yes. i've never written smut before. was kinda cringe. probably never doing it again. (i will tho, whoop)