Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Down Under 🔥 | Oscar Piastri

Authors Note: This story was requested by reader: spinback 

⚠️ 18+ spicy!!! No plot, all spice. Skip if you don't wanna read.  

Forgive me for I have sinned 😛 
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Oscar stepped out of the shower, steam still lingering around him. His towel clung to his hips, just barely holding on, threatening to slip off with every move he made. He ran a hand through his hair, droplets of water sticking to his skin, highlighting his toned chest and abs. Ellie's eyes were glued to him, her phone long forgotten in her lap. She couldn't look away, not when he looked so tempting, so handsome. 

His smirk was slow, deliberate and it sent a shiver down her spine. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice smooth. He was teasing her and she let him.

Ellie swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "Maybe," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, though her eyes didn't leave his. She bit her bottom lip, only fueling his confidence.

Oscar took a step closer, his movements calculated. He knew exactly what he was doing and judging by the way her breath hitched, she knew it too. "You can touch if you want," he offered.

Her heart pounding in her chest. Her fingers twitched at her sides, itching to reach out, to feel the heat of his skin under her fingertips. Finally, she gave in, her hand rising slowly.

Her hand met his chest and the heat radiating off of his skin sent a spark of excitement through her. His muscles tensed under her touch. She stared up at him, her eyes wide, her breathing uneven.

"You're so warm," she whispered. Her fingers traced the line of his collarbone, following the curve of muscle down to where his towel hung dangerously low. Her fingers stopped at his v-line, tracing the along the side of his hip.

Oscar's eyes held hers. "And you're driving me crazy," he admitted, his voice rough with desire. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he added, "I've been waiting for this all day."

Ellie's heartbeat quickened, her body responding instinctively to his closeness. She could smell the subtle scent of his soap and musky shampoo. It was intoxicating and she felt herself being pulled under by it.

"What are you waiting for?" she whispered, her voice shaking slightly, though she wasn't sure if it was from excitement or nerves. She may have been innocent on the outside, but deep down she relished in these quiet moment with her boyfriend. She craved him, all of him.

Oscar didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached out, taking her hand in his and guiding it lower, past the edge of his towel. Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers brushed against the towel.

"Take it off, love," he commanded, his voice firm.

Ellie's fingers fumbled with the tucked knot at his waist, her hands shaking with anticipation. Finally, she untied it and the towel fell away, pooling at his feet. She stood frozen for a moment, her eyes traveling over him, taking in every detail.

"Don't stop looking at me," Oscar said, his voice deeper now, rougher. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her flush against him. She gasped at the contact, her body shaking as their bodies.

"You feel so good," she murmured, her words barely audible. Her hands slid up his chest, her thumbs tracing circles around his nipples, watching with curiosity as they tensed under her touch.

Oscar groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "God, Ellie," he breathed, his voice strained with need. He dipped his head, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both demanding and tender. His tongue traced the parting of her lips, coaxing them apart and she opened for him willingly, eager to taste him.