Corrode - [Charles Leclerc]

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WARNINGS: sexual scene (do not read when under 18, this is your own responsibility. Do not be immature about it)

  
Charles drove through the gates of his house after he had dinner with Joanne and the boys. Jules was still asleep in the back of his car and he was glad about it. He would take him to bed and then take a shower on his own to reflect everything he felt today. Charles parked his Ferrari, opening the door after getting out to take Jules with him. He greeted the guards with a nod and moved upstairs right away to get Jules to his room. The little guy had the time of his life today with Liam and Joanne and he was glad that he decided to give him that freedom today. Charles took his shoes and clothing off, replacing it by some pyjama pants and then tucking him in. He moved into his own room afterwards, spreading out some clothes for the next day as he thought of what to wear at the meeting he would have in his office. He took some sweats and clean underwear with him to the bathroom, locking the door and checking if it was actually locked a couple times before he turned the shower on.

He undressed himself, dropping his clothes in the laundry bin. Charles got under the running water, looking down at his hands as one of them was bruised from the punch he landed on the guy earlier today. Joanne must've seen it too, however she hadn't said anything about it. There hadn't been a minute passing today where his mind wasn't focussed on her. The woman is so kind, so lovely and such a great mother. He couldn't help but feel attracted to that. And next to that, she's stunning. His mind went to what she looked like in the angelic summer dress, the material slightly see through and her nipples were a little visible through the dress. It didn't hide anything of her slim waist either and her hair had looked so soft that he wanted to weave his fingers through. Charles' jaw slacked when he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cold, tile wall, his growing erection making him grunt lowly.

No other woman had made him feel like this ever since Jules' mother was out of their life seven years ago. A random one night stand to make him feel better didn't get him as hard as the simple image in his head of Joanne in the summer dress. The water poured down on his back, yet he barely noticed as his hand moved to wrap around his shaft, his knees nearly giving in in response to the firm stroke of his palm. Charles hasn't done this to himself, or with himself, since a very long time and the shame redness coloured his cheeks as the teacher of his son had caused him to get this riled up. He leaned his arm against the wall, looking down while he was stroking himself. "Hmff, fuck". He cursed under his breath, his mind creating the sounds Joanne would make, how gorgeous she'd look underneath him. Charles' hips started to buck into his hand and he closed his eyes while the pleasure caused him to shiver under the water. His breathing pattern quickened and he had to bite down on his lower lip to hold back the moan in the back of his throat.

Charles' hand that leaned against the wall formed into a fist, his knuckles turning white. He parted his lips with a soft grunt and he twisted his wrist during his strokes. Charles felt his abdomen clenching and even though the water was relatively cool, his skin was still burning hot. The pre-come oozed out of the head of his cock and he hummed at the sparkling sensation in the pit of his stomach that would soon start to blossom everywhere in his body. He couldn't help but imagine, imagine what she'd look like with her hair sprawled out over the duvet and her eyes closed, her mouth moaning his name as she orgasmed beneath him. He sucked in a harsh breath to prevent himself from letting out another sound while he released over his hand and the floor. Charles leaned against the wall while trying to calm down his wildly beating heart. He turned around to let the water splash over his face and later he lifted his hands to wipe his eyes before opening them.

Charles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and he finally took some soap to wash his body and his dark hair. He finished quickly afterwards and wrapped a towel around himself before moving to the mirror to shave the harsh stubbles on his jaws and cheeks. He continued to dry his body then, slipping into some sweats and not bothering to put on a shirt. Charles looked at himself in the mirror, turning his back slightly to watch the anchor, the weapon of his mafia La Brise de Mer crew, swirl in dark ink over his back. He turned his eyes away and wandered through the halls to his bedroom. He took his phone in his hand and let himself fall back on the bed. Charles' thoughts wandered to how lonely he felt on moments like these. He had just met Joanne and things between them were just friendly, nevertheless he felt a lot while being in her company. The most joy he received when he saw how much happier his son looked now he had the chance to play with his friend.