Distraction
Charles Leclerc sat at his gaming setup, his headphones on and his camera positioned just right. The glow of his computer screen lit up his face as he adjusted the microphone. He was about to go live for a gaming session with Lando Norris, George Russell, and Alex Albon.
Y/N watched from the couch, feeling a growing heat in her body. She loved seeing Charles in his element, the way his concentration and competitive spirit shone through. But tonight, something about the way he looked had ignited a spark of desire in her.
"Are you going live now?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing.
Charles glanced over his shoulder, giving her a quick smile. "Yeah, just about to start. You want to join me later?"
Y/N bit her lip, an idea forming in her mind. "Actually, I was thinking I might keep you company now," she said, her tone dripping with seduction.
Charles raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity and amusement in his eyes. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?"
Y/N stood up, walking over to him with a sultry smile. "You'll see," she whispered, her hands gently pushing his chair back from the desk.
Charles watched as Y/N climbed onto his lap, straddling him. "Y/N, what are you doing? I'm about to go live," he murmured, though his hands instinctively settled on her hips.
"I know," she replied, her lips brushing against his ear. "That's what makes it exciting."
She shifted slightly, her body pressing against his, and Charles could feel the heat radiating from her. Y/N reached down, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his hardening cock. She lifted her hips, positioning herself over him.
"Just relax and let me take care of you," she whispered, her voice sending shivers down his spine.
As she sank down onto him, Charles bit back a groan, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. The feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him was almost too much. Y/N settled herself fully, her walls contracting around him, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Fuck, Y/N," he breathed, trying to keep his voice low.
Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Now you just sit still and play your game," she whispered. "I'll do the rest."
Charles' mind was a whirlwind of sensations as Y/N started to move slightly, her hips rocking gently, keeping him warm and hard inside her. He put his headphones back on and adjusted his microphone, trying to focus on the game.
"Hey, Charles! You ready?" Lando's voice came through his headphones, snapping him back to reality.
"Yeah, ready," Charles replied, his voice strained as he tried to keep his composure.
The game started, and Charles did his best to concentrate. Lando, George, and Alex were chatting and laughing, completely unaware of what was happening off-camera. Every slight movement from Y/N sent sparks of pleasure through him, making it hard to focus.
"Charles, you okay, mate?" George asked, noticing his distracted state.
"Yeah, just... a bit of a distraction here," Charles managed to say, his eyes meeting Y/N's. She smirked, her movements becoming more deliberate, her walls tightening around him.
He shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but Y/N's teasing was relentless. She rocked her hips in slow, sensual circles, her breath hot against his neck. Charles gripped the armrests of his chair, his knuckles turning white.
"You're killing me," he mouthed to her, a mix of frustration and desire in his eyes.
Y/N's smile widened. "Just a little longer," she whispered, her voice full of mischief.
Charles could feel his control slipping. Every movement, every subtle squeeze of her muscles brought him closer to the edge. He was doing everything he could to keep from groaning out loud, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"Guys, I might need to take a quick break," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Everything okay?" Alex asked, sounding concerned.
"Yeah, just... give me a minute," Charles replied, quickly muting his microphone and pushing his chair back from the desk.
Y/N giggled softly, her movements becoming more urgent. "Can't handle it anymore?" she teased, her voice breathless.
Charles' hands gripped her hips, lifting her slightly before thrusting up into her. "You're driving me insane," he growled, his control finally breaking.
Y/N moaned softly, her hands clutching his shoulders as he moved inside her. "Then let go, Charles. Come for me," she whispered, her lips brushing against his.
With a few more powerful thrusts, Charles felt himself tipping over the edge. His body tensed, his grip on her hips tightening as he came, a low groan escaping his lips.
Y/N shuddered around him, her own orgasm washing over her as she felt him fill her. They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling, bodies pressed together.
Charles slowly lifted Y/N off of him, both of them breathing heavily. He adjusted his clothes, trying to regain his composure before unmuting his microphone.
"Sorry about that," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "Just had to take care of something."
"All good, mate," Lando replied, though there was a hint of suspicion in his voice. "Everything alright?"
"Yeah, just fine," Charles said, glancing at Y/N with a satisfied smile. "Ready to get back to the game."
