Fast Lanes and Headlines - Toto Wolff

Ride home

Some Smut and cheesy feelings warning 😇⚠️
Also longest chapter yet🤭

My heels dig into the gravel floor beneath us. Behind me are 4 drunk men all stumbling around and laughing. I look down the road where I can slowly see headlights approaching and impatience is starting to stress me. I turn my head and look at the guys. The Mercedes head engineer has one hand on Toto's back while George and Lewis and making fun of some other drivers on the grid. At the sight, I shake my head. After the first party with Mercedes, I decided it's best if I don't drink at this one, which in hindsight, was probably the best decision. The only one of us sober enough to make sure we get a ride home is me and the assistant engineer that is currently getting the car. The air outside is cold and far and wide, I cant see a single pice of civilisation besides this random club that Mercedes rented for the celebration.

"Why again was the party here in bum-fuck nowhere? "

I groan and behind me everyone starts busting into laughter. I turn on my heel and stare at them. George can hardly stand on his legs as he is beding over, holding his stomach. I realise just now what I said and embarrassment creeps into my face. Usually Im very professional around them and I hardly ever swear (if what I said even counts as swearing) but at this point I am frustrated and tired it just slipped out. Behind me finally, the car pulls up. I open all the doors for the boys to get in. In the passenger seat the race engineer, on the backseat all to the right George, in the middle Lewis and on the left Toto.

"Wait, wait, where are you going to sit?"

Lewis holds up his finger in protest. The weels in my head start spinning and even though they all want to turn in one direction, I don't let myself think of the one possibility.

"You can sit on my lap"

Lewis calls out smiling over to me through the car.

"No, she will sit on mine"

Toto say, sounding almost a bit sober and serious. His hand grabs my wrist and pulls me down into his lab from where I'm standing next to his open car door.

"I guess that problem is fixed"

The engineer shrugs

"Time for some music"

He ads as he turns up the radio. I had given the assistant engineer the coordinates of our hotel before hand so he would know where to go. The car starts filling with music and now that we are finally all in the car, save and sound, I exhale. Toto shifts under me and I realise just exactly in whose lap I'm sitting. Underneath the car, the gravel road is bumpy and I can't help but shift on Totos lap with each bump. Next to me, George and Lewis are singing the lines of whatever song is blasting from the radio.
After a particularly strong indent on the street, I lean forward in hopes of getting some weight off Toto's lap.
He however pulls me back so that my back is pressed against his chest. His mouth is now directly next to my ear.

"Mila"

My name sounds like a warning coming from his lips and I can smell the slight taste of alcohol.

"If you start moving as well, we are going to have a serious problem"

I was about to ask what he was talking about when I can feel it. Feel him.
Toto was growing increasingly hard underneath me with each bump and only now I was noticing it. Not only that but my dress was slipping upward from the friction on Totos pants. My hands immediately go down to pull on the dress but my boss's hands grab both of my thighs.

"I told you to stop moving"

My breath hitches and a shiver runs down my spine. Immediately I freeze on his lap, trying not to move a muscle but the streets had other plans and when the next shock of the car happens, Toto groans into my ear. Goosebumps erupted over my skin. I can almost feel the tension between us shifting into something we both have been trying hard to avoid. Now that everyone is distracted, it feels like we are alone and the two of us without work keeping us professional is something that has always been so close to slipping into something forbidden. Totos hands and groans tell me it is to late. He is already past the line of restraint. I would love to say that it is only the street and the problematic situation but we both know it's not. I cannot let this happen.