heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 19

Abu Dhabi, november 2022 - Victoria Marino

"Baby, I need to hear you ask for it," he asked, hovering, staring down at me like he wanted to eat me alive.

I felt my face getting hotter, my mind spun and I felt dizzy. I needed him inside me as soon as possible.

"Please, just fuck me."

In a single hip move, Charles thrusted harshly inside me. A loud moan escaped my mouth and a heatwave wrapped my body in a way that I had never felt before.

"Oh my fucking God, you're so soft, Victoria."

God, have mercy, because this man won't.

I felt the thrusts getting stronger inside me and my muscles tightening up.

I was so, so close and...

I woke up. The room was all black.

I tried to move, to assimilate what had happened, but the weight of Charles' arm on my waist didn't allow me.

I tapped on my phone screen, 2 am.

I slided my hand down my body, then inside my clothes until I reached my underwear, just to find out that I was socking wet.

Holy fuck.

I honestly wanted, but couldn't fight the urge to throw my hips back against the boy behind me.

He moved, his erection unintentionally rubbing against me.

I closed my eyes really hard, embarrassed about my state. I should be sleeping.

I swayed my hips against him one more time, but that time he woke up.

"Babe?," he called out into the dark, his hoarse voice sending chills down my spine. "What are you doing? It's everything ok?"

His hand held my hip as he proped himself up on his elbow.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Really? Then why were you throwing your ass on me like that?"

"Are you gonna blame me for having a sex dream about you?," I returned the question.

"No, but if you want to be fucked you just gotta ask me."

I sighed and he gave up his game, turning me flat on the bed.

He immediately kissed my neck, getting on top of me at the same time. His lips reached my mouth slowly, painfully, and his left hand pulled the roots of my hair gently.

His right hand slided all the way down the side of my body and stopped on my thigh, squeezing it. His hand invaded my shorts, his fingers touching my clit like a ghost, making me whimper on his mouth.

He pulled my underwear to the side, entering me with two fingers at once.

At first, his fingers moved in a slow rythm, but after a few moments, it turned into a pretty fast pleasing pace.

Every muscled on my body started tightening up way faster than what I wanted.

"Charles... I'm really-"

And just like that, his fingers got off me and his body dropped by my side.

Anger hit me like a train. I couldn't belive it. It was actually more than anger, frustration.

"Why did you stop?," I cried, looking at where I thought he was, like he could see me through the dark.

"That was for being disrespectful with me today," he joked, like he was funny.