Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Bullfighter Part 2 - {Carlos Sainz}

A/N: Part two already because everybody could use this on a friday night. This is for my babe esmeemaria and also for myoceanblue__ because she gave me some good ideas for this :)

Warning: it's gettin hot with Sainz

           

You saw his dark eyes flickering between your lips and your brighter eyes. "I'm Y/N". You muttered, a bit in trance from his stare. "Carlos". He mumbled back. He took a step back as a group of tourists walked by, but he didn't hesitate to pull you on your arm and get you inside the building that was behind the ring of the bullfighting.

He was still a bit hot and sweaty and his hand was warm on your arm. "Where are we...". You couldn't even finish your sentence as Carlos pushed you into a single room, which looked like an office to you as there was a desk on the side with a laptop and one of those big chairs, a couple of lonely plants in the corner.

He backed you up against the Spanish flag that hung on the right wall and his lips were against yours in no time. You didn't complain of course as you felt the hot Spaniard press his muscled body against yours. "My office, where I sometimes stay to do some business. In this case, you". He replied between kisses. You gasped at his cocky answer. His teeth caught your lower lip between them and you whimpered as it slightly stung.

Carlos ran his tongue over it to soothe the pain and you were tangled in a heated kiss that was definitely leading towards more. Your fingers were tugging gently on his hair, the raven strands that felt so soft were impossible not to grasp onto. He groaned at the feeling of it, his hands wandering to your hips and one knee between your legs ushered them apart.

"I swear your beauty is insane". He grunted against your lips and you needed to pull away for air. Nonetheless he continued to glide his mouth over your jaw and down to your neck. Carlos's full lips nipped and gently bit at your skin, a whimper escaping your mouth as he sucked a lilac bruise on your pulse. Your hands moved to fiddle with the buttons of the red uniform he wore and your hands slid over his smooth shoulder to shake it off.

Carlos's hands only left your body to let the material fall to the ground. He let out a low hum of approval as you explored his body. You whined at the feeling of the muscles that rippled beneath his skin, the tight abs and the defined v-lines that disappeared into his shorts. He grinned at your squeal as he wrapped his arms around you and planted you on his desk.

His hands slid up your smooth legs to take the dress you wore over your head, exposing your body almost fully to him. The confident look in your eyes made it hard for him to keep his self-control and if you were honest, you didn't want him to keep his control. He could lose it. Like the bull has lost its control earlier this day. You wanted him to unleash the Spanish temper.

"Are you going to stare at me or what?". You raised your eyebrows and pulled him closer by the waistband of his shorts, fiddling with the strings that held it low on his hips. Carlos dug his teeth into his lower lip and pushed your hands away as he wanted you at the moment. He wanted to taste you, hear your whimpers and sighs and give you that satisfaction.

The Spaniard pulled you to the edge of the desk and hooked his fingers inside your panties, dragging them down your legs. Carlos kneeled in front of you and his hands gently nudged your legs apart. Your hand was already in his hair at the soft kisses he planted on your thighs. But the soft kissed became rough bites, his scruff scraping over your skin to make it red and bruised.

He suddenly dove in and his tongue offered a bold swipe through your folds, Carlos's nose pressing against your bundle of nerve endings. A sigh tumbled over your lips and you threw your head back, one hand supporting yourself on the desk and the other tangled in his dark hair.