Are You Game?

A Day To Remember

Warning: Slightly Smutty

A drawing in front of my nose, his car by the looks of it. I had drawn it as a quick sketch, not thinking too much about if it was perfect. Max had been in his simulator room for about four hours. I had gotten used to his routine here. It was the fourth week, so 48 weeks to go. In about 2 weeks he would have to continue the season. It would be in Belgium, so we would stay at his dad and stepmother, with his baby sister. The possibility of meeting his sister Victoria and his mother would be 99.9%. I wasn't really in dying need to meet them. Let's be honest, whatever Max and I did, said and expressed to one another was all because of a deal.

"What you doing?" Max stood behind me.
"Killing time." I dropped my pencil.
"Is that the RB12?"
"A quick sketch of it." I nodded.
"I didn't know you could draw." He grabbed it.
"You never asked." I got up.

Max and I didn't talk much after a few hormonal tantrums. It was safe to say, he nearly pulled his hair out. I did apologise for my behaviour but I guess it somewhat scared him off.

"Do you think, you can make a painting of it?" Max laid it back.
"I could try." I shrugged as I had walked to the kitchen, caffeine.

It went quiet as I filled my mug. I turned towards him, just to see him staring at me. After my hormonal tantrums, we hadn't kissed and touched one another. I was wondering if he felt any attraction towards me, like he had in the beginning. It started to get to me. Which it shouldn't, cause we were a fake couple.

"What are you thinking about?" I questioned him as his eyes never left mine.
"What to do tonight." He smiled lightly as I walked to him.
"Watch a movie, go out, sleep?" I just named a few things.
"That will do." He nodded.
"Max?"
"Yes Alexis?"

With that, I gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

"What do you want for dinner?" I placed my mug on the table.

He licked his lips before holding my hands.

"Fuck dinner, we'll order in." He pressed his lips on mine.

This wasn't what I had in mind. Yes it had been a month, yes I wanted it but not at 3pm.

His tongue darted into my mouth as he grabbed my ass and pulled me up. My arms around his neck as my dress rose up. His fingers digging into the skin of my butt, grabbing the flesh. Him groaning into my mouth as I pulled on his hair. Lips breaking apart, panting as we both longed for this moment. His legs carrying us to the bedroom, his lips back on mine. His knees on the bed, letting us both fall on the mattress. My hands grabbing the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head. His hands grabbing my thong, ripping it apart. His eyes filled with lust as he undid himself from his boxers. Motioning for me to get rid of my dress, I didn't complain. Before the dress even touched the floor his lips were on mine again. He entered and I moaned in reply. His set a slow pace as my arms wrapped themselves around his neck. I needed this, my body needed this.

"You good?" He whispered against my lips.

I replied with pulling his body closer to me. He picked up the pace, placing his head against my shoulder, groaning against my neck. He somehow could talk as I was just enjoying the moment.

"Lexi, I'm about to." He groaned in my neck before I could say, do anything he had released himself.

Silence filled the room, apart from us catching our breaths.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled against my neck.
"It's fine." I turned my head to kiss him.

Our lips met.

"Next time, you should make me come." I smiled against his lips.

Dinner turned out to be pizza. We had laid on the couch, watched some random show.

"Babe?"
"Yes?"
"You are on birth control, right?" He bit his lip.
"You asking that six hours after?" I stared at him. "Dear lord, yes Max, I am."
"Sorry, I was just.."
"Wondering." I nodded before turning back to the TV.

How to ruin a perfect moment, Max.