heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 19

Abu Dhabi, november 2022 - Victoria Marino

- Baby, I need to hear you ask for it.

I feel my face getting hot and I feel dizzy. I need him inside me.

- Please, just fuck me.

In a single thrust, Charles puts everything inside me. A loud moan escapes from my mouth and I feel a heat wave like I had never felt before.

- Oh my fucking God.

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

I felt the thrusts getting stronger inside me and my pussy contracting on his dick.

I'm going to cum. I was so, so close and...

I wake up. The room is all black.

I try to move but the weight of Charles' arm on my waist doesn't allow me.

I turn on my phone, 2 am.

I slide my hand down my body, inside my clothes until I reach my panties, just to find out that I was socking wet.

Holy fuck.

I can't fight the urge to throw my hips back against the dick of the boy behind me.

He moves, rubbing his erection on my ass.

I close my eyes really hard. I should be sleeping.

I throw my hips one more time, but now he wakes up.

- Babe? What are you doing? It's everything ok?

- Yeah... - it comes out almost like a moan. What am I doing with my life?

- Really? Then why were you throwing your ass back like a little slut?

- Are you gonna blame me for dreaming with sex?

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

- Fuck me, then.

He immediately kisses my neck, and gets on top of me. His lips reach my mouth and his left hand pulls my hair gently. His right hand slides down by the side of my body and stops on my thigh, squeezing it. His hand gets into my pyjama shorts and his fingers touch my clit, making me whimper on his mouth.

He pulls my panties to the side, inserting two fingers inside of me at once.

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

I started reaching my apex way faster than what I wanted and I know that means I'm close to cum.

- Charles... I'm really close...

And just like that, his fingers get off me and his body drops by my side.

Anger hits me. I can't belive this. More than anger, frustration.

- Why did you stop? - I ask, looking at where I think he was, like he could see me through the dark.

- That was for being disrespectful with me today. Sleep well, love you!

He huggs me again and I sigh. It's good that I have a lot of patience.

[...]

The car stops in the parking lot of the paddock. I try to open my door but Charles slaps my hand, going around the car and openning it for me.

- I know how to open my own door.

- I don't want you to ruin your nails.

I roll my eyes back and I take his hand, getting out of the vehicle. His hand holds mine and heads automatically turn into our direction.