𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞; oscar piastri ✔

PART THIRTY TWO

Again, my sincerest apologies for taking forever to publish this. But, as always, it's worth it, I promise. In short, Taz is down bad for Oscar, and I think this fic is going to be my longest yet (sorry not sorry <3)

Word count; 2,568

Tomás

I grabbed fistfuls of his collar, craving stability, something to keep me grounded. But his grip on me didn't waver, and pleasure burst through my veins, warming my stomach, bubbling up towards my throat.

"Relax," Oscar said, still hanging onto that smirk of his, the one he knew I adored.

"It's pretty hard when your hand is wrapped around my dick," I hissed, almost gasping with how heavy my breaths were becoming.

"Don't you like it?" He asked, though I couldn't tell if it was a tease or a genuine question.

Nevertheless, I shook my head, my hips starting to move against the cadence of his hand. I tried to prevent the gentle moans escaping my lips, but I couldn't help it, practically melting against him.

"Almost there, sweetheart,"

I sucked in a breath, burning from the red in my cheeks, and guided my hands to his neck.

"Kiss me," I said against his lips, knowing it wouldn't be long before I was saying his name.

He obliged, pouring everything into the kiss. Though, as I predicted, I tore away, unable to keep the moans at the back of my throat.

"You're holding back, sweetheart."

I cleared my throat, barely able to look at him, "It's been two minutes."

"So?"

My legs were growing weak, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. Oscar was right; I was doing it intentionally, hoping the moment would last longer, but god I couldn't. I just couldn't.

"Come on, you can do it, sweetheart."

And that was all I needed, my head burying into his shoulder as I released everything I had, as I let go, minuscule stars flashing beneath my closed eyelids. Oscar's hand brushed over the back of my hair.

"Needed that, hm?"

I drew in a breath, his smirk piercing through me, "Andate a la mierda, boludo,"

Still, his fingers raked through my hair, "What does that mean?"

I didn't answer, instead pressing my lips to his, walking us both towards the bed. His legs met the mattress, and he sat down, pulling me to his lap so I straddled him.

"That wasn't fair," I bit his lip gently as I leaned back.

"What wasn't fair?"

"Making me come so fucking quickly." I held his cheeks with my palms, "I almost blacked out."

He smirked, "You could've told me to stop."

"And why would I do that?" I copied his expression, kissing him briefly.

"I'm serious," He brushed his nose over mine, "If you want me to stop, tell me to stop."

My eyes flickered between his, and I couldn't help but smile. 

No wonder he was with Lily for so long. Who would want to let go of someone so precious?

"You know, for someone who's never had a boyfriend, you sure know what you're doing."