a little sugar behind the wheel
charles leclerc
tags: smut/pwp, established relationship, fingering, car sex, semi-public sex, teasing, dirty talk, 1.6k words
author's note: i hope everyone enjoys this little piece i've written up. i've been slowly getting back towards being involved with writing fan fiction! i honestly feel a little rusty! but, slowly i'll build the confidence i had before my break. there might also be a little break at the end of july as my boyfriend will be on leave from deployment for two weeks. until then i'll try to post more often!
This was supposed to be a nice afternoon out. Around the streets of Monaco before the Grand Prix weekend - the sun was out, the weather was seasonably warm. And of course, the paparazzi had found out you two were out on the town.
Not that you were doing a very good job keeping an incognito profile, it was supposed to be a casual afternoon out. What you didn't expect was when your boyfriend's skillful hand ended up under your skirt - that people wanted to take photos of you.
"Charles." You said with warning.
And like honey, his voice soothed you, "They can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still." And you couldn't help but relax a little as he played with your clit. Almost teasingly.
You shuddered as he played with you under your skirt. You trusted him that the paparazzi outside the car couldn't see what he was doing to you. You leaned back in the seat and tried to act comfortable. But when you then tried to go in for a heated kiss, the stopped you.
"Have to keep it low-key, my love." He said softly, "Don't give them anything to photograph. Now why don't you tell me how good it feels? To have my hands on you this way." His other hand clenched onto the steering wheel of the overly expensive car he drove.
You felt a shudder run through you as he continued to tease you. You shifted and he shushed you, then encouraged you to talk to him. Make it seem like you two were having a boring conversation rather than his fingers pulling your panties to the side to get to the sweetness between your soft thighs.
"Tell me." His words echoed in your mind, which made you giggle from the feeling.
"I like how talented you are." You commented, "I like how your fingers feel... Fuck,, right there. You know the spot baby."
He chuckled lowly, "I know all your sweet spots, my love. I know exactly how to get you going and push you right over the edge. I bet you like where you are right now - caught in pleasure through the lens of all those photographers. All eyes on you, but you only see me."
You knew he wanted to kiss you, but you were trying to be boring for the cameras so they'd leave you two alone. Caught between trying to keep up the facade and having your lover's fingers dance across your pussy left you flustered. Even in a simple tank top for the warm day - you felt unbearably flustered by it all.
"What else do you love?"
"How you know exactly how to turn me on." You remarked with a small laugh, "You drive me crazy, Charles. Just like how this is crazy. What if someone's sees."
Charles replied cheekily, "Then they see." Something heated in those green eyes as he licked his lips and continued to tease across your pussy lips. His careful fingers then dragged across the stiff nub of your clit and you shifted from the feeling. He then shushed you once more, "Be boring, my love." Then cast his gaze towards the photographers who were bored with how you two weren't getting out of the car.
You let out a small noise, and it took a great deal of personal strength to not quiver and fall apart.
"You have no idea what you do to me, my love." He cooed in your ear softly. The space in the car felt smaller as the heat in it grew hotter. You tried to compose yourself, but it was hard when your boyfriend's colourful language spun narratives in your head.
"Charles." Your breath hitched as he sank two fingers into your pussy with his thumb teasing your clit with determination.
"I'd usually tell you to let it all out. But right now, you have to behave. But you know how to do that, no? Know how to be a good girl for me. Don't let them see how good I make you feel. Those faces are for my eyes only." And he felt you clench around him, "That's it, that's my beautiful girl." His voice low, laced with honey and drowning you in its warmth.
Charles Leclerc was talented with his fingers and at that moment in the car, you hated that they were. Especially when you knew that your wetness was going to stain the expensive seats of the car.
Not that Charles cared, not when he was eyeing you. He said lowly, "Focus, don't want to cause a scene, my love. I know, I know." He whispered, "You're such a dirty girl for me, but no one else should get to see that but me."
You nodded and held his wrist as his digits continued to pump in out of you. You felt a tremble in your body as you tried to ask, "So what about the weather?" As a feeble attempt to compose yourself and not come completely apart from his attention on your pussy.
Charles laughed, it was like music to your ears. You felt your face grow hotter, maybe even a shade darker. He gazed into your eyes, those beautiful green eyes that currently held something much more sinister. Much more sexual.
"So sweet, my love. Look at you, trying so hard to keep it together." He looked once more at the paparazzi and laughed, "If only they knew. I can feel how hot you're getting." he licked his lips, "Trying to talk about the weather so you don't finish all over my hand."
"I don't want them to see me."
"And you're doing such a good job for me, my love. Keeping it together so well..." he trailed off for a moment, "Makes me want to go faster. See how far I can push you." He chuckled as he started to move his fingers faster and your nails bit into the skin of his wrist. He was quick to hush you, "Behave, my love. Behave. All eyes on you."
Your boyfriend was a sexual freak.
"Charles." You tried to keep your composure as the man continued to finger you. But soon enough was enough and you only managed to relax when he pulled his fingers out of you to shift the car out of the parking spot and drove off.
He waved to the cameramen, his first two digits glistened with your wetness as he sped off away from them. While it was fun to watch you fall apart under such a careful gaze, he didn't want to cause an international incident. Not only for his sake, but yours. You were his angel, you shouldn't be slandered in the headlines.
But as he drove down the streets at a reasonable speed, his hand once again was under your skirt. His fingers plunged back inside of you as he drove with one hand. He grinned like a mad-man as he sped up a little bit. His attention was split between your clit and the road. Now you could be a little louder as the heat continued to linger in the car.
"Like that, my love? My angel. You feel so good around me, fuck. If only I could have you now. But if I got you into bed right now, you wouldn't be leaving until I marked every inch of your skin."
You knew your boyfriend had a pension for marking your skin. He loved to sink his teeth into the delicate skin, claim you as his.
His fingers moved faster and you held onto the handle in the car. You shifted in your seat, you could get a little louder as the rev of the engine covered up the noises you made. You were no longer under the watchful eye of the press, which meant that you could fall apart on your boyfriend's fingers.
They danced across your pussy and made your toes curl in your shoes. Sweat damped the back of your neck and your heart raced with exhilaration. You felt the pleasure climb up through your core as you cunt clenched around his fingers.
"Charles." You gasped.
" I've got you, my angel. My sweet angel." He could feel his own flustered state take over, but he had to remain in some kind of control while he fingered you feverishly. He was desperate to have you come apart, "You are perfect." he cooed, "So perfect for me."
"I'm close." You gasped, you held onto his wrist tightly once more.
He licked his lips and said to you, "Then cum for me. Ruin these seats and stain my fingers." His words curled into your mind and with a few more heavy stroked, you came around his fingers.
Your hips bucked and your cunt clenched around his digits as you came. The noise you made was high pitched and Charles had to slow down his driving before he lost control too. The euphoria radiated through the confined space of the car.
And once you relaxed your hips and fully into the leather car seat. Charles stopped as a red light and pulled his fingers out before he carefully licked them free of your wetness. When he was done and the light had changed, he smacked his lips together like he had a delicious mean and turned left.
When you looked at him in your hazy state, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye for a brief moment as he said, "I think we've had enough excitement today, no? Maybe it's time to go home and relax."
You could see his erection straining in his jeans, even the bagginess of them didn't hide that the entire ordeal aroused him. Carefully, in your fuzzy state, you placed your hand over the lump in his jeans.
You said, a little out of breath, "That sounds perfect, my love." as if your legs weren't already jelly. But if they weren't Charles would happily spend the rest of the afternoon making sure they were <3
