Sparks flying [Charles Leclerc]

eight

I walk to landos car watching for the paparazzi to follow me but there no where in sight. This was strange especially considering the article.

"i'm surprised there's no media here?" i say in a questioning tone.

"Oh yeah i don't like all the attention and that so i park he cos there not allowed to be here." he answers gently before opening the door for me and giving me a warming smile.

"Do you wanna talk about you know?" he asks me but he sounds guilty for bringing it up.

"I just don't understand how Max is still in the sport after spiking me?" I say frustrated.

"He spiked you?" I watch as landos expression turns to anger and he begins to driver more aggressively.

"Yes but the police searched him for anything else and there was nothing and so they put it down to the person being unidentifiable." i continue holding back sobs.

"It's ok Ashley," he places his hand on my thigh, "is this ok?" he continues. I nodded and grab his hand to hold it. When we get to his apartment, it is one of luxury and value and everything is clean and in its perfect place. I get a glimpse of his bedroom, he has black sheets and covers and it seems to be quite dark throughout but it was modern and interesting. I wander to the kitchen.

"How about a pasta dish" he says opening his cupboards to reveal loads of sweet food.

"Lando you have so many sweets" I say laughing as i know were supposed to be conscious of our diet as drivers.

"Yeah it appears that way" he smiles reaching for a box of lucky charms.

"Hey we could make my childhood snack" i snatch the box.

"What's that?" he questions our body's so close and the tension building.

"lucky charms coated in chocolate and frozen with sprinkles on top" i say excitedly as i notice how close we are. I turn to the counter and place down the box along with some chocolate that lando handed to me. I feel hands wander to my waist and i instantly blush.

"Can you put this in the microwave for me?" i hand him the chocolate nervously.

"Are you nervous Ash?" he says pulling me into a hug. His chest smells like his cologne and his body is warm, it's so comfortable.

"A little." i mumbled into his chest and he pulls me closer.

"Your safe just take things slow yeah" he reassures. His grip sends butterflies to my stomach and in some ways turns me on. I look up and see landos eyes wandering to my lips.

"Kiss me." And he presses his lips against mine getting more and more passionate. He places me on the counter getting more and more intense, the chocolate falls off along with the box of lucky charms.

"Fuck me please" i mutter.

"Not until your my girlfriend then i will" he says but out of respect for me before he picks me up and takes me to his bed. He slowly lifts up my dress to find my lace thong. He places his thumb on my thong to feel the wetness of the fabric and i'm soaked.

"Can i?" he asks reaching to pull down my underwear.

"Yes" i say and he begins removing the thong and moving his tongue between my folds to find my clit. When he does i moan, his rhythm is so good and puts me on edge.

Between movements of his tongue he mutters the words: "cum for me" and i do. I roll over exhausted. Lando moves his body so he's spooning me.

"Are you ok? I didn't hurt you did i?" he asks concerned.

"Of course not lando" i say turning to face him.

"Ash i like you" he says.

"I know lan i like you too" i respond.

"Can we see how things go i really wanna get to know you but i know your struggling" he says still cuddling up to me. All i could think of was charles in that moment. How he would feel. How he would look at me if he knew about this. God why was i thinking of charles right now?

"That's perfect lan" i say before walking towards the shower.

"Coffee in the morning?" i ask.

"Yes please" he says before rolling over to sleep. I liked lando like a lot, he was gentle kind and caring but something about the chaos Charles gave me was thrilling. I was always excited to know what happened next, he was passionate and challenged me and i loved every second of it but I need to get over him. He wasn't coming back.