Summary: Someone from the paddock is running an instagram account dedicated to Max’s hands. He’s on his hunt to find out who it is…
Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation, fingering, hand kink, dirty talk
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: while my mind is still buzzing from the weekend in Hungary, let’s enjoy this little something… ;)
“Fuck—“ your breathy moan escaped your lips when you scrolled past your photos in your camera roll.
Trying to chase the ache that grew in your groin through the weekend, it felt impossible how horny you were, that need for release being maddening.
The source of this despair was Max’s hands.
You were his personal photographer, always getting the best shots and you decided to make your turnon anonymously famous.
The instagram account dedicated to his hands was full of your pictures you took in the last two years working with him. It was subtle, he was oblivious, because you always took so many snaps and chose a few of them for the official pages.
You were struggling to get to your peak, your pussy drenched but deeply unsatisfied.
With a desperate huff you stopped, trying to get your brain entertained by choosing another great photo for your page.
Max was finally sitting in the private corner of the RedBull hospitality, sipping some water out of his emotionally supportive bottle when he scrolled through the socials only to find a new post on this page he started to follow from one of his fake accounts.
For a few weeks he was trying to figure out who was behind this thing, taking their time curating his hands in different angles and lighting.
It surely must be somebody who’s around him, who’s in the RedBull.
GP? Nah. He wouldn’t be bothered. Maybe…
Laurent? Trying to have some fun in the meantime? No…
One of the PR girls? They’re usually so close to him. But also no…
Lifting his gaze from his phone, he tried to think about anybody else. Then his eyes spotted you walking out of the restrooms, shifting a little and grinning into your phone.
Furrowing his brows, he pinched his jaw, going through many moments you’re around him, like a little shadow, taking the best shots of him.
Then he went through the RedBull socials and this “hands” account and he found resemblance at the angles of the snaps.
But out of all the people, you?
Then you turned around only to meet his glance and you waved at him and smiled, disappearing in the crowd.
Unbelievable, but he was sure he found the right person.
Another quali session, another media pen interview and you with your camera on.
Max was speaking to the reporter, stealing glances at you in the back, noticing how your eyes were dropping to where he gripped the railing of the barrier.
It was amusing how you thought you’re unrecognisable by your little hobby.
When he was done with answering the questions, he was about to look for you, because you suddenly disappeared.
Walking through the narrow corridor at the back of the hospitality, he heard some muffled sounds, carefully and quietly walking to the door on the right side that led into some kind of backroom for staff.
Then he heard you moan.
Something in his guts tightened and he bit his lip.
And again.
It knocked the air from his lungs how sweet you sounded, he wanted to listen to that all day.
Slowly, he reached for the knob and opened the door, sliding inside. He almost laughed at the fact how you were stupid for not locking yourself there.
And then the vision…
You facing the wall in the corner, phone with the picture of him zoomed in in your hand, and the other doing gods work under the waistband of your pants.
In that moment every rational thought fled out of his brain, it took him three steps to get a hold of you, your mouth clasped with his palm and his other hand gripping your wrist between your legs.
You made a startled yelp, trying to scream but…
“Got you.” Max whispered into your hair and you could feel how embarrassment creeped up your spine.
He snatched your hand out of your pants only to slide his own there instead and you almost lost it once his fingertips brushed over your swollen clit.
“I see you got pretty worked up here. All that just from the look at my strong and large hands, hm?” He continued in his talk and you squirmed with a soft whine against his palm.
“You could’ve just asked me.” And his fingers entered you, filling you nicely, stretching you the way you craved so bad.
Clinging onto his forearm with both of your hands, you exhaled sharply, breathing through the arousal.
“Imagine how I’m gripping the steering wheel… how I’m holding you by your neck… my hands sprawled on your lower back when I’d be showing you what a good girl you are…”
His words twisted your brain in the most delicious way.
Max could feel how you clenched around his fingers, his arm flexing to get even deeper.
Eyes rolled into your skull, you almost passed out from the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you.
Whimpering quietly, your hips chased his fingering pace, his palm full of your juices from how you were dripping.
“Wanna come, sweet girl? Want me to circle your little bud to make you twitch in satisfaction?” Lowering his head to your neck, he placed an open mouthed kiss on your sensitive skin, you nodded eagerly.
Then he pulled out, moving to your clit, pinching it between his fingers to tease you. A muffled gasp filled the air, you were sure you were drooling into his hand, same as your needy little pussy down there.
“Look at you. What a good girl you are. Come on. Only this hand can make you come, mhm…” he knew, how come he knew?
No room to think about nonsense, it took about five full slow circles to have you absolutely lost in his arms as the waves of pleasure were crashing down your body.
You would be screaming his name, but not today, he made sure you were quiet, holding his palm over your mouth even tighter.
Once you were out of that orgasmic haze, Max let go of you, letting you process what just happened.
You leaned against the wall, breathing in and out, not daring to look at his face as you adjusted your pants.
“How did you find out?” Your voice was still trembling with the sound of your climax.
Max did what absolutely unraveled you, he sucked you off his fingers, his mouth making all those obscene noises by devouring the taste.
Then his sharp icy eyes landed back at you with an amused smile.
“I noticed fully today. When I was gripping that railing and you were on the verge of salivating.”
You rubbed your neck with a nervous chuckle. “Uh… well.”
Taking a step into your personal space again, you sucked in a breath.
“It’s time to show you something different to make your personal collection even more interesting.” His brows wiggled in a mischievous way and his eyes gleamed with excitement.
And that’s how you ended up with a locked folder in your camera roll full of his dickpics in different angles and positions, all for you when you were hungry.
What was the best turn on? Combination of his hand holding his cock only for you to see and have.
Safe to say that you haven’t updated that account of yours ever since.
