Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Boys In Blue🔥 | Carlos Sainz & Max Verstappen

Authors Note: ⚠️ 18+ spicy!!! No plot, ALL spice. Skip if needed.

VerSainz has entered the chat, banner has me going wild 👹 
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I'm not really sure how I ended up here, 'innocently' sitting in front of Carlos Sainz and Max Verstappen.

Part of me wants to say I'm crazy or that I'm being reckless. But the devil on my shoulder told me to shut up, relish in the moment and enjoy the twisted fate of ending up in a hotel room with two F1 drivers...Thank god for having the excuse of being young and dumb. 

It all started with a small afterparty hosted by Danny Ric, that I somehow got invited to. One too many rounds of Truth or Dare, compliments of Mr. Brilliant ideas...Lando and I was grabbing a cab ride back with the two Red Bull drivers.  

The hotel room felt like it was closing in on me, the air filled with tension. My heart raced as I sat on the edge of the couch, my heels dangling. Carlos knelt before me, his hands brushing against my calves as he reached for the straps of my shoes. His touch sent a shiver up my spine and I bit my lip to suppress the gasp that threatened to escape.

Max sat behind me on the couch, his chest warm against my back, his breath hot on my neck. His arms wrapped around me, steadying me, claiming me. I could feel his heartbeat through his shirt...steady, calm, completely in control. Unlike mine, which was fluttering wildly.

Carlos looked up at me, his dark eyes filled with desire as he slowly unstrapped one heel, then the other. He set the heels aside gently, before leaning in closer, his big calloused hands slowly sliding up my thighs.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Hallie," Max whispered in my ear, his voice low and rough, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs. His lips brushed against my ear and I shook, my fingers gripping the edge of the couch. "I love watching you like this, all worked up, waiting for us to take care of you."

Carlos didn't say anything, but his smirk said it all. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down slowly, agonizingly slow. I squirmed, desperate for more, but Max's strong arms held me firmly in place.

"Stay still, baby," Max whispered. "Let him do his thing."

My breath hitched as Carlos spread my legs wider, his hands firm but gentle. I could feel Max's lips trailing down my neck, nipping lightly at my sensitive skin, leaving tiny marks that made me whimper. Carlos leaned in, his breath warm against my inner thigh and I trembled, anticipation coiling tight in my stomach.

And then...his tongue dipped into me, slow and steady and I gasped, arching against Max's chest. Carlos groaned, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through me and his mouth settled over my clit, his tongue working in long strokes. I could feel every flick, every press, every swirl and it was too much and not enough all at once.

Max's hand slid up my body, cupping my breast through the fabric of my dress. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make me cry out and his other hand trailed down to grip my hip, holding me steady as Carlos continued to devour me.

"God, you taste so fucking good," Carlos muttered against me, his words muffled but clear enough to send another wave of heat rushing through me. His fingers joined his tongue, slipping inside me with ease, curling just right to make me see stars. I moaned, my head falling back against Max's shoulder as pleasure shot through me.

Max's lips found mine, capturing my moans in a kiss that was deep and possessive. His tongue danced with mine and his hand tightened it's grip on my breast, tugging at my nipple until I was squirming again, desperate for more friction, more sensation.