Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Driving Lessons - {Max Verstappen}

A/N: this is for VaneMaza !

Warning: slight mention of sexy time.

"Where are we going?". You curiously asked Max when you drove through Amsterdam. "You'll see soon enough". He smiled and steered the Aston Martin through the turns of the busy city. You looked at the signs next to the road, but they told you nothing as you didn't know what they all meant.

Max turned to a less busy road, getting out of Amsterdam perhaps. You were driving to a destination called Zandvoort, where Max is going to do some demo's later this week. You frowned when you went off the road to get to the circuit, Max showing his pass to get access to it. He maneuvered his way through the pit lane and onto the circuit, slowing down there.

You were even more confused when he stopped in the middle of the circuit. "What are we doing here?". You asked, a breathy chuckle falling over your lips. Max gave you that handsome half grin and shot the engine down. "You're going to drive". He said and you almost burst into laughter.

You started taking driving lessons about 2 months ago, only eight lessons that you've been driving around in a vehicle. You didn't even trust yourself with a bike and you he asked you, no told you, to ride his goddamn Aston Martin.

"W-what?". You stammered to make sure you had heard him right. "Get out, we're switching seats". Max said and swung the door open. You just did it and you walked around the car to get into the car at the driver's seat. You automatically adjusted the chair to be able to reach the pedals with your feet, since he was way taller than you.

You clicked your seatbelt, securing it around you. "The engine button starts the car". Max explained and you pushed your foot down on the clutch while pushing the button. The engine roared to life and you were hesitating about it, you could crash a 120.000 euro car into the barriers if you did something wrong.

Max knew you could do it, you'd just have to be confident and relax. He trusted you with one of his most gorgeous cars and that meant a whole lot to you if you were honest. "Shifting gears is with the clips behind the wheel". You nodded and still had your foot down on the clutch. Max let you wait as long as you wanted to wait.

You slowly let go of the pedal and the car started to pull, rolling forwards. Your hands grabbed a bit tighter onto the leather of the steering wheel, your foot lightly touching the throttle to go forward a little faster. You managed to get the car in a steady pace, slow but steady.

You went a little faster and shifted into second gear. You soon find out this wasn't hard at all and got a lap at the circuit without crashing into the barriers. Max looked over at you as you relaxed into the seat, going a little faster after each corner. Eventually you dared to push the car to 80 km/h on the straight.

Max's teeth dug into his lip as you had a concentrated face, focused to drive the sports car perfectly over the asphalt. There was something attractive in your driving, your legs a bit spread, your hands more loose on the steering wheel. Your fingers slid over the smooth leather while steering up on the straight yet again. The engine of the car roaring in the body and the combination of an Aston Martin and you was the best set up he had ever made.

Your hands quickly shifted and he almost moaned at the sight. Max was already forming the imagines in his head about him driving and your lips wrapped around his... "Max?". Max woke from his trance and he looked up at you. "Hmm?".

"I stopped the car". You giggled slightly, your brow quirking upwards. Max opened his mouth to speak, tongue darting out to wet his lips as the seatbelt ran between your cleavage, causing his eyes to drift down to your décolleté. "Y-you did great". He managed to force out of his mouth.

He looked forward again, not making any moves to get out of the car. Max awkwardly adjusted his dark blue Red Bull vest and your eyes travelled down to his jeans, hard length as a visible bulge.

You clicked your seatbelt loose and leaned over to you him, kissing his cheek. "Did I turn you on?". You innocently asked, your voice like a purr in his ears. Max groaned in response and you knew enough. "Just by riding in this car?". Your voice like cotton candy dripping of your lip, leaving sticky places in his brains.

Your nails traced his sculpted jawline and the sea blue eyes looked at you, pupils dilated heavily. "You know what else I can ride?". Your lips almost brushing over each other. Max's hot breath ghosting over your face, a whimper escaping his lips when he already knew the answer.

"You".