You looked up at the sound of her laugh and quirked up the side of your mouth. She laughed with her whole body. You inwardly groaned as she reached her arm out to touch his and her other hand covered her mouth as she continued to laugh. 'Carlos Sainz must die' You thought to yourself as you undid the Velcro of your racing suit. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed loudly to yourself before reaching for your water bottle. It was brutally hot on the track today and watching her walk around in her Red Bull polo and curve hugging jean shorts wasn't helping.
She walked away from Carlos, 'Finally', you thought as she walked passed you. Her long brown hair was up in a high pony tail, just kissing between her shoulder blades. She wore her glasses today instead of her contacts and she looked purely edible.
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'Hell...she could have shown up in a zebra costume and she would still be the most stunning creature here' you thought, chuckling to yourself.
You moved your racing suit off your shoulders and let it hang from your waist, cracking your neck and you swore you could here a soft moaning coming from behind you. As you turned around you could see her turning her head away from you and coughing loudly. "You alright over there?" You ask, giving a wide grin. "Right as rain" She answered with a shy smile before turning around and leaning over to grab a water bottle from the cooler near by.
You stood there like a drooling idiot as you watched her body lean forward, giving you a perfect view of her backside. She had the most perfect ass. You sucked your lower lip into your mouth, biting down to swallow the moan swirling around in your chest. You thought back to that night at the club a couple of weeks ago. 'That gold Dress' you thought, letting your eyes close momentarily to get a good glimpse of it in your minds eye.
You couldn't stop thinking about that dress...more specifically, her in that dress. Half of you wanted the opportunity to rip it off of her unceremoniously, but the other half wanted to make sure she could wear it again just so you could see her in it. Every part of her shined in that dress. Her legs, smooth and covered in beautiful ink running up the meet the bottom of the dress before disappearing under the glittering fabric. Goddammit, you would like to run your tongue up this legs...those never ending fucking legs. This wasn't the first time you had lost yourself in the thought of being buried between those gorgeous legs.
Even now, those legs covered in a thin sheen of sweat, were still the sexiest thing You had ever seen. You could see your tan hand gripping her milky white thigh as it wrapped around your waist, her mouth hanging only slightly open as you pushed into her. Your eyes fell closed and you leaned down slightly to rest on your car. Your mind was so distracted by her. It was a constant influx of thoughts. Her laugh, her smile, her taste in music, her tattoos, her breasts, her skin, her smell....everything.
But her? She barely looked at you. She was surrounded by every bloke on the grid, it seemed like. Surrounded by every man except you. You weren't worth her attention. At least that is what you have been telling yourself over and over for 3 years. "You ok, Dan?" You heard a soft voice ask and you felt a hand on your bicep snapping you out of your desperate thoughts. You plastered on a fake smile because the voice belonged to someone else.
"Yeah Mags, I'm fine...just hot...little dehydrated I imagine" You say to the perky blonde and unbuttoned one too many buttons on her polo. Mags ran her hand up and down your upper arm, feigning concern. "You have to make sure you drink enough water...Wouldn't want the honey badger not at his best" She said with a sickeningly sweet smile. You had to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes and you did your best to get her a curt nod.
In the brief second you looked over Mags' shoulder you caught 'Her' eye. You could almost feel the heat of fire coming from her cinnamon swirl, brown eyes. 'Shes not jealous...' you said to yourself, feeling almost stupid for even thinking it. It wasn't until she spoke up and you could hear the animosity dripping from her voice. "Mags, Hospitality staff isn't supposed to be in the garage...it's not safe. Besides, I don't think you're really needed here" She said, causing Maggie to scoff. "Yeah...whatever", Mags said with a sneer and smiled at me one more time before skulking off.
You walked over to the monitors where she was standing, analyzing your stats from FP2 and gave her a sly smile with a raised eyebrow. "Not a fan?" you asked with a gentle nudge, the small idea of her being jealous suddenly giving you courage.
"She should be doing her job...which does not involve her hovering around the drivers like a fly" She said, keeping those mahogany eyes on the screens. "Besides...I thought you had better taste than that" She said. You could almost feel yourself being pushed back by that comment and you let out a scoff before closing your mouth. You shook it off and looked back up at the screens. "Shes not really my type, actually. I like brunettes" You say cooly and put the straw of your water bottle between your lips taking an extra long sip of the ice cold water.
You can feel her eyes on you and you look over at hers. You feel your heartbeat quicken inside your chest and swallow before speaking, "And her skin? Way too bare. She has no tattoos whatsoever. Shame really...tattoos on a woman is kind of a turn on for me" You say your grin becoming wider by the second. You could tell by her face that she was taken completely off guard by your sudden boldness. She opened her mouth several times to reply to you, but nothing would come out.
"I am looking for a woman who looks like she can hold her own, but still let me take care of her every once in awhile...a woman in control, but who wouldn't mind giving me control every once in awhile" You say. You watch her audibly swallow before taking a shaky breath. "And she absolutely has to be able to pull off wearing a tight, gold dress..." You say before winking and turning around to walk down the corridor towards your driver's room. You felt like a fucking bad ass, as you sauntered down the hallway.
You were in your driver's room for about 15 minutes, glowing in your success. The look on her face before you turned away made you feel like the sexiest man on this earth. That one woman...THE woman you have had your eye on for 3 long years...and suddenly it didn't seem so far fetched that she could want you. You punched the air in one of your boxing moves before jumping up and down in celebration. You jumped slightly and stopped jumping at the sound of a knock on the door
*Female POV*
'Who does he think he is?' you thought to yourself as you stomped towards his motor home. 'He can't just drop a bomb like that and walk away'. You got angrier by the second and stood in front of the door of his room, suddenly becoming nervous. 'A woman in control...control....control' You repeated to yourself like a prayer before knocking heavily on the door.
You kept your eyes forward and didn't waiver as he finally opened the door, looking at you with wide eyes. You won...he never expected you to show up. You could tell by the look in his eyes. "You were the one who said you wanted a woman in control" You said before stepping forward and grabbing the fabric of his t shirt. You pulled him towards you and finally kissed the lips you have been fantasizing about for what seemed like, decades. His hands found your hips, helping you walk into the motor home and you kicked the door shut with your foot.
You pushed him down onto the couch and climbed into his lap, settling your knees on either side of his hips. You sat back on his thighs, taking a moment to drink in the beauty that was Daniel Ricciardo and bit your bottom lip gently. You let out a soft shuddered breath before speaking.
"I crave you"
*To Be Continued, my beauties*
**Also, feel free to picture yourself as the OFC :-) I just like to have a visual when I write stories. It helps put a face to the character. Also...I happen to think this model is gorgeous.
