Rivals - Charles Leclerc

Is this a Cut Scene? hint: yes

Smut chapter time ;)

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Warning: if you want to skip the dirty part this is your last chance...I'm warning you now
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My fingers clenched into the fabric of his shirt, desperately seeking some kind of anchor as the kiss intensified. Charles's hand slid up to the nape of my neck, his grip firm but electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. When he pulled away, even just slightly, my body instinctively ached for him, the loss of his warmth immediate and unbearable.

He must have noticed the way I reacted, because a wicked grin spread across his face. His eyes darkened as they flicked between mine and my lips, a teasing glint in them as he slowly licked his lips. "You want me to kiss you again, don't you?" he teased, his voice low and mocking. I groaned, tugging on his shirt, trying to pull him back to me, but he held his ground, letting out another infuriating, smug chuckle.

"You're going to have to try harder than that," he whispered, leaning close to my ear as his breath tickled my skin.

My breath hitched, anticipation curling in my chest as his lips barely grazed the sensitive skin of my neck. My hands fisted into his shirt, desperate and aching for more of him. Every teasing touch, every near-kiss sent my pulse racing, his lips hovering just enough to drive me wild. The faintest brush of his mouth against my throat had me shivering, a frustrated sigh escaping as I tilted my head, silently begging for more.

"Charles, please," I breathed, my voice laced with need. I couldn't take the teasing any longer, and I begged him to stop playing with me.

I could feel a smirk form on his lips, obviously enjoying teasing me. But just as I was about to protest further, his lips attached themselves to my neck, kissing and sucking on my tender skin. Unconsciously I let out a moan, completely overwhelmed. At the same time, I felt his hand sliding its way up my thigh, moving under the fabric of my dress and onto the delicate lace of my panties.

"So wet for me already, Ava," he groaned as he nipped at the flesh of my neck, making me gasp. His fingers making faint, teasing, circles along the fabric. 

Charles's lips made their way back up to mine, his hand holding a firm grip on my neck as he kissed me with so much force it stole my breath away. His fingers squeezing ever so slightly, letting me know he had no intention of letting me go. 

At the same time, his other hand slid inside the fabric of my panties, as he slid his fingers over my soaking clit. I let out a breathy moan, which made him smirk proudly. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and was enjoying every second of it.

I wove my hands fisted into his shirt, tugging him closer, needing him closer to where my body ached for him. Scooting forward so that I'm on the edge of the railing, I started to grind myself against him and his fingers that still stroked me teasingly. His hand only adding some extra friction that sent my mind aflame.

"Fuck," he growled, his hand moving from my throat to squeeze the top of my thigh as I held onto him. Now in control, our mouths moved desperately against one another. Our tongues danced together as we continued to fight for dominance.

Both of us had an irresistible effect on one another, and I was ready to exploit that. I reached out and stroked the front of his pants, feeling his growing bulge in the palm of my hand. I enjoyed the way that his body jolted up upon the feeling of my touch, reaching to the pleasure that it gave him. He lets out a soft groan, making my smirk deepen as I continue to tease him through the fabric of his pants.

I could tell that he was growing frustrated, his hand snatching mine away from him as he pinned both of my hands behind my back. My body already morning the absence of his long fingers on my core. His face looked at me with notes of intensity and desire.