Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Thigh Riding - {Max Verstappen}

A/N: Got this nice idea after making Pref: Night Activities part 1, inspired by revanclaws! 😏

Warning: just read the title basically I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE THIGHS LOOK AT THEM OMG

Max sat on the couch while playing some FIFA, again. You were so tired of that stupid game that seemed to play such an important role in his life. It was fun to watch him actually, but the problem was that he turned you on as hell with his playing, but he didn't even notice himself.

You squeezed your thighs together and dug your teeth in your lip as his tongue darted out over his lips, humming along to the game. Max's fingers moved frantically over the buttons. Your eyes wandered off to the grey shirt he wore and the white shorts. He leaned back on the couch and his legs were relaxedly spread. His thighs muscled and thick, like a perfect platform to sit on.

And that's exactly what you did.  You moved to sit down on his right thigh and he briefly looked up at you. "Baby, not now please". He muttered, leaning sideways to look at the small screen in front of him. You replied with a small pout on your lips. You pulled the summer dress you wore up till your hips and you pulled his attention a bit more.

You adjusted yourself on his thick thigh and rolled your hips foreward, a soft sigh leaving your lip at the friction of the denim shorts against your clothed numb. You finally had him for yourself now and you were planning to use your opportunity fully.

"Princess, what are you doing?". Max looked at your slow moves and then up at your face. "What does it looks like?". You purred, whimpering as the friction felt so good.

"Like you're enjoying yourself on my... thigh?". Max guessed, not entirely sure what you were doing, but it was incredibly hot for sure. "Mhm". You hummed back, planting your hands on his lower abdomen for more support. "I had to wait for you all day to be done with training". You said, your fingers moving under his shirt.

"And then you decided to play that game again". A pathetic sigh left your lips. "So I needed something to get off baby, because I know you don't like it when I touch myself when you're not there". Your words purring in his ear and he groaned in response.

"And your thighs are perfect". You whimpered with a roll of your hips again.

"Fucking hell, babe". Max lowly growled and his hands moved to throw the controller away and place them on your hips. "You could've asked me, but I think I like this way better". He muttered and sat a bit more straight up, hoisting you further onto his upper thigh.

"O-oh Max". You moaned and you bet you'll leave stains on those white shorts, but both of you didn't seem to care. Max bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood and he felt the blood flooding into something else you brushed over with your thigh every time you rode forward.

It was so unbelievably hot and he never wanted you to stop. Your nails dug into his chest and scraped down over his muscled stomach. Max hoped you'll loosen his leather belt and free his aching length that bulged up in his boxers at the sight of you, but you only grabbed onto his belt to rock your hips harder, which was fine with him as well.

"Are you close, doll? Hmm?". He hummed and you only gave him a couple cries in response, but he knew enough. It was so positively sexy and a bit overwhelming for him, but he absolutely didn't complain. The way you threw your head back at such simple stimulation tore a growl from his chest.

"God, I'm so in love with you". Max muttered and your hands entwined for support now. You pulled one hand lose to clasp it over your mouth as you couldn't even scream when your wave reached it's highest point. It smacked down into the sea, harshly like the fire in your stomach.

Max wrapped his arms around you as you almost fell backwards, your thighs shaking and your arms as well, putting them around his shoulders. "Oh my god". You whispered and you felt like your legs turned into jelly.

He whimpered slightly when your upper leg brushed against his bulge, a desperate look now in his gorgeous blue eyes as he didn't get the sweet relief like you got.

A grin tugged on your lips when you grabbed his jaw.

"Do you think you deserve it?".

Max's mouth almost fell open at the question he wasn't used to of you. "Well, yes?". He hesitantly answered. Your hand palming the bulge in the denim shorts.

"We'll see about that".