Save a horse
Cota 2025
Warnings: smut, blowjobs, Charles is a petty bitch, foursome?, squirting, sort of subspace maybe?
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The view from Max's hotel room was pretty amazing.
At least Charles seemed to think so, but how he had any brainpower available to even think about the view was a great mystery given the way Lando was sucking him down with gusto.
Max wasn't even there. He was late, so you had to find other ways to entertain yourself, thankfully there were two eager men in the room with you.
"Good boy, Lan. You're taking him so well"
Lando hummed around the older man's cock, cheeks red and puffy already, while Charles wore a dazed expression.
You were sitting next to them, just in your underwear as you watched the mental tug of war going on in front of you.
Lando was trying to get a rise out of the Monegasque, so he sucked harder and wrapped a hand around the base so that he could focus more on the head.
That definitely got a reaction out of Charles, who hissed and grabbed a fistful of the Brit's hair to push him back down roughly.
Lando tried not to look too smug as he took it all down to the base. Charles was just as good with his mouth, but it irked him that Lando was this good.
"You seem rather cocky for a man who stared at my rear wing for forty laps..."
Lando's eyebrows scrunched up as if he was going to pull off to argue that technically it was 20 laps then 19 after the pit stops, but Charles didn't give him the chance, he fucked up into Lando's mouth to make him choke.
He couldn't help the satisfaction of watching Lando's tears fall and his nails dig into Charles' thighs.
"Fucker" Lando gasped in a breath when Charles finally let go, but couldn't get much more out before the door was swinging open to reveal Max, sweating from rushing over from the track.
"And where have you been?" You asked suspiciously.
"Had to take care of something. What's going on here?"
"Charles and Lando were entertaining themselves while we waited for you"
Max shoved all his stuff in the corner and made his way straight to the bed, hastily taking his shirt off on the way.
"I'm here now..." he climbed on top of you and kissed you, arms snaking around your waist to hold you tight. "And I am so tired"
You pushed him away with a hand on his chest and a grin on your face.
"Lucky for you, I'm going to ride you. We are in Texas after all..."
That's when Max spotted what was in the corner of the bed.
Charles had brought his custom cowboy hat, at your request, and you slipped it on your head before climbling on top of Max, his jeans were already tented.
"What about us?" Lando's raspy voice cut through the air and you looked at him and Charles.
"You can wait your turn"
Max grinned at you as you turned your focus back on him, and getting his pants off.
He helped you with that, then with your own underwear and marveled at the sight of you already dripping.
He slid a finger through your folds and pushed it inside you lazily.
"Looks like Lando and Charles were very entertaining, then..."
"You have no idea" you chuckled, and he quickly added another finger, stretching you sufficiently for you to be able to sit on his cock comfortably.
Once he was satisfied, you positioned yourself over him while he held himself steady, and with a heavy breath you sank down.
He bit his lip to hold back a groan, eyes trained on where his cock split you open.
You bounced in his lap, hands on his chest to steady you while you aimed your hips to get him as deep as you could inside you.
He panted heavily, letting you control the pace, which you set to slow and hard.
You were squeezing him, and you felt his abs clench under your fingers in an effort to to hold still for you. He really wanted this to be good for you, which in turn made you want it to be good for him.
"You're dripping, fuck"
You could feel it, how wet you were, and hear it with the wet slap every time you landed on him.
It was very unlike Max to let you do all the work, and you fought through the ache in your thighs when you started to feel his fingers tighten around your waist, a sure sign that he was getting close.
His jaw slackened, and his brows scrunched up when he came, a deep groan vibrating in his chest.
You rolled your hips gently, until he let out a small hiss and you grinned at him.
"Want me to stop?"
Max sighed deeply. "I wish I could say no, but it's too much..."
You bit your lip cheekily.
"One day I'm going to tie you up and qi won't stop until you're crying..." you ran a finger down his clammy chest. "If you win the Championship, maybe?"
He hummed, hands squeezing your hips to signal you to get off.
You turned to the other two men you'd been ignoring, and raised a brow.
"Who's next?"
They looked at each other pointedly, and Lando raised his hand.
"Don't be shy, come here"
He smiled, waddling over to you and you grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in for a filthy kiss.
He moaned into it, hard against your hips as he lost himself into it and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you tighter against him. You felt the hard planes of his body, hot and ready for you to push him down onto his back and straddle him.
Max's come was leaking out of you, and you didn't need any prep to slam down onto Lando's cock.
The brit yelped softly and his eyes rolled back into his head. He'd been on edge ever since Charles pushed his cock down his throat, so you could tell he was going to be incredibly easy.
You bounced hard and fast, clenching around him on every upstroke, and it didn't take long for his moans to increase in pitch.
His hands found your tits, which he was mesmerised by as they bounced in time with the rhythm of your hips.
"Gonna come for me, pretty boy?"
He nodded, eyes wide as he gazed up at you, and you could help sliding a couple of fingers in his mouth for him to suck on.
He really was pretty, desperately trying to look at you while his body betrayed him.
"Go on then, give it to me"
His hips jumped unconsciously and his chest heaved as he came inside you with a long drawn out whine.
His cries were muffled, but you understood the little noises of overstimulation as you rode him through his orgasm, and a little bit beyond, before leaving him there panting to turn your attention over to Charles.
"Hello" the older man giggled bashfully when your eyes met. "You look good in my hat"
You smiled cheekily. "Thank you. You look good in... nothing"
He chewed on his lip. "I would look better inside you"
You groaned. Max groaned. Even Lando groaned. This was the worst sexy talk in existence, despite it being thouroughly entertaining.
"That's it. No more sexy banter for you, Charles"
He pouted and you laughed, crawling over to where he'd taken Max's previous place on the bed, the Dutchman having moved over for him.
He was thick and hard, and eager to get you on top of him.
You knew as soon as you sank down, you weren't going to be able to keep any sort of pace up for long, and of course they noticed.
"Need some help, there?" Max spoke up.
You batted your eyelashes at him. "If it's not too much trouble"
He grinned and got up to your level, hands finding their regular place on your hips, and he used his strength to lift you enough for Charles to slam into from underneath.
You gasped, surprised at how good that felt, and the two men chuckled at your reaction.
They worked together, Max holding you in place while Charles snapped his hips up into the deepest parts of your cunt.
Your thighs shook, but thankfully it didn't matter at all as they took full control making sure you got all the pleasure you craved.
Charles' thrust got stronger and stranger until he almost knocked his hat off your head with how much he made your body bounce.
He was rubbing against all your sweet spots perfectly in this position, and you could feel the familiar coil inside you tightening, and your throat felt raw with how much you were moaning.
Max's fingers dug into your flesh, keeping you still and spread for Charles, and you felt yourself start to lose control, tensing up as pleasure pulsed through you until you came undone with a loud wail.
Charles moaned, and you looked down and saw why. You were gushing, making the slap of his hips sound obscene, and it didn't take him long to bury himself deep inside you as he filled you up, adding to the come of the other two men that was still clinging to your walls.
They helped you lie down, and then three of them took turns filling you up again.
Max first, fucking you into the mattress on your stomach with your face pushed into the pillows, which you almost ripped with how tight you were clutching them.
Then it was Lando, he wanted to look into your eyes as he fucked you. A pillow propped your hips up to get the perfect angle, his left hand pulling you back onto his cock by your hips, right hand curled around your neck to cut off your air.
Then Charles turned your exhausted body over again, ass up while he bullied his cock back into you.
"Look at you..." Max stroked your tear stained cheek, "letting us use you like this. Feeling good?"
The only sound you were capable off was a muffled wail, and Charles chuckled.
"Dirty girl, so full of come you can't even speak..."
You whined pathetically, and you couldn't even tell who's cock was slipping past your lips, you were so out of it, blissed out of your mind.
You let your body be used freely by the three men, and you knew they'd be taking turns on you all night.
And in the end, you trusted them to take care of you just like you took care of them.
