Starting from the Pit lane - Lewis Hamilton

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The two got up and hugged each other gently
-and why can't I do what I want to you now?- he winked.
-Because earlier you crashed into two pilots- she chuckled.
-you're right- he laughed in turn -but if I remember correctly...- he looked into her eyes and Melissa blushed -...the last time...- and then the girl looked away, understanding perfectly what he was getting at -you seem to have come, literally, on me- he gave her a toothy, satisfied smile -well in short, you seemed quite satisfied- he chuckled smugly.
-We also found that it is impossible to do anything after a race, or before-
-You're right again. Wow, two out of two, you're doing great tonight!- he joked -even if I have a bit of a fetish for doing it in here, secretly-
-And why?- she asked smiling.
-last time you only gave me a hint- he started playing with the buttons and zipper of the girl's trousers -but you seem a bit noisy- he caressed the elastic of her panties –and I'm dying to let everyone know it is thanks to me- he moistened his lips and then placed it on hers. He slowly moved down her neck as he tortured her with his fingers, Melissa flinching at his every touch, inflating Lewis' ego.

-wait a second- He whispered in her ear leaving her like a statue in the middle of the room. Lewis left for a second and then came back -the fucking lock's broken, open the locker– and she obeyed. He reached it and hid it behind the door.
He glued himself to her and kissed every inch of her neck, quickly took off her shirt and started kissing her chest. He exposed her chest by moving the cups of her bra and finally tasting her breasts while playing with his fingers hidden by the thin fabric of her panties. Melissa moaned softly, very close to the brunette's ear while his braids tickled her skin -let go, please- he barely raised his gaze to look her in the eyes -I'm dying to feel you lose control-
-The door doesn't even close, we're hidden behind...- she took a moment to sigh -...your locker door-
-Where do you think I went before? I asked Bono to stand by the door, just long enough to feel you come- he smiled and then passed his tongue from her collarbone to just under her earlobe.
She moaned uncontrollably when he increased his speed stroking all her most sensitive points, he hadn't found them on the first stroke but the satisfaction he felt when he started finding them was indescribable. Melissa leaned on the rod on which the hangers for the clothes were placed and opened her knees a little more to make room for him -here, like a good girl- he silenced her moan by making space between her teeth with his tongue. Melissa clung to his shoulders and hid her face by leaning against his chest.
-What are you doing? Did you hide to come?-
Melissa moaned uncontrollably but managed to keep the volume low, her lip trembled and she looked into his eyes.
-Of course you have really beautiful lips- he caressed them with his thumb, placing his index finger under her chin –who knows what you can do with them- he whispered contemplating her mouth.
Melissa took deep breaths and followed his black eyes everywhere -of course you know how to provoke me-
-I learned to know you quickly- he smiled at her, lifting her panties and jeans.
Melissa rearranged herself and looked at him with a happy look -try to win on Sunday- she put her hand on his cheek and kissed him.
-of course I could never get tired of these things done in secret- he chuckled.
-Now do you have to run?-
He nodded and kissed her goodbye.

Melissa went to "dinner", a kebab eaten sitting on the edge of the pavement, with Chiara.
-you seem better than before-
Melissa smiled at her as she chewed a bite of meat.