Royal Speed | Leclerc & Verstappen

53 | tension

-/- Abu Dhabi 2021 - party -/-

"Has Pierre texted you already?" Max asked from the bathroom while I was standing in front of the mirror, closing the buttons of my shirt.

"Yes, he said they will be there in twenty minutes." I returned, still looking at me in the mirror as I couldn't stop smiling, before I added, "But we have no stress, you're the champion so nobody will be mad for you joining later, the won't wonder bec"

I stopped as I saw in the mirror as the bathroom door opened fully, a pretty naked Max Verstappen walking out. The only thing covering his body was the white hotel towel, that was sitting very low on his tanned hips.

"Surely they won't wonder, cause I had a lot more media to do then them." the Dutchman laughed while walking over to the bed.

Better though he wanted to walk over, but stopped the moment he got my eyes starring at him in the mirror as I didn't dare to move. Our eyes met and I quickly looked at my buttons, still earning a chuckle from my boyfriend.

I even looked down as I felt his eyes starring at me in the mirror. Suddenly though I felt him behind me, his hands on my waist and his lips next to my ear.

"If you keep looking at me like that then there quickly will be another reason for us being late." he half groaned into my ear while digging his nails into my dress shirt.

I exhaled deeply as I had held my breath and slowly looked up again, instantly meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"W... What?" I tried to play innocent, hoping he would believe me.

But after all these months and moments spend together, Max knew me pretty well, exactly knowing when I was lying and when I was being fully honest.

"Hm." he chuckled, placing his lips on my neck while his hips moved forward, bumping into my ass, before he seductively breathed, "I remember a promise from this morning."

Instantly a hot shiver ran down my back and a tingle went through my stomach. Hell, I really had hoped that he had forgotten it after all the celebrations and media. Quickly I was looking for a white lie.

"Y... You should get dressed, they others are waiting for their champion." I stuttered, biting my bottom lip so the moan from my throat wouldn't made it's way out.

"I can make you feel like a champion." the Dutchman groaned into my ear, slightly biting my earlobe which caused that moan to slip out of my throat, earning a giggle from the man behind me.

His hands then wandered from my waist up to my stomach and chest, roaming over my clothed torso while pulling me back against him. When I dared to look up again, I instantly met his eyes in the mirror and hell, him biting his bottom lip while starring at me, caused me all kinds of feelings.

"God, look at you, so beautiful dressed, so perfect." Max continued groaning in my ear and gosh, this new praise thing was really the end for me.

"D... Don't do this." I managed to breath, not really trusting my voice though.

"What?" the Dutchman chuckled before he suddenly pinched my nipples through my dress shirt.

"Oh god, Max!" I groaned, throwing my head back against his shoulder, causing him to giggle.

"Fuck you're so easy to tease, gosh I love you." he said before he let go of me, cupping my face and kissing me before he stepped away, "But you're right, we should get ready."

While Max then walked over to his suitcase, picking a black shirt and some dress pants, I needed some moments to calm down, nervously biting my lip as I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were all red and flustered and my hard nipples were slightly visible under my white dress shirt.