16. Callum #2
"On the contrary," I murmured, dragging my teeth gently along the sensitive shell of her ear.
"I'm thinking nothing but filthy fucking thoughts, Auri. But I’m behaving for you.
Don't want to push myself too far again after last night. Because if I wasn’t…
" I grabbed her hips, rolled them into me once, slow and deep, just enough to make her gasp.
"You'd already be back on your knees, dripping all over the floor again like the desperate little thing you are. "
She shivered, coffee cup tilting dangerously in her hand. I grinned against her skin. "That's my girl. You just came on my tongue, and you already want more, don't you?"
"Yes, please. "
"So sweet using your manners." I purred, sliding my hands up to palm her tits again, thumbs brushing over her already pebbling nipples. "I'm still thinking about the mess you made."
"Me, too," she whispered brokenly.
"Did you like it? Being punished? Being used? Being tamed ?" I slid a hand between her thighs and felt the arousal leaking out of her. "God, you're always so responsive for me, love."
"I— fuck ," she gasped when I inserted a finger. "Came so hard I almost fainted after you took your belt to my ass, mon c?ur."
Jesus. I loved that we could easily push each other to the limit, riding the fine line of going off track into a barrier or finishing the fucking race.
I scraped my teeth gently along the curve of her neck, breathing her in, tasting her skin. She whimpered, low and wrecked. God, she made the prettiest sounds when she got like this. All heat and desperate, helpless need.
I wanted to bend her over the nearest surface, mark her until her knees gave out, fuck her until she forgot her own name and the only word left was mine.
"I know why you put space between us, but I fucking hated it.
I hated it, and I wanted to punish you, and seeing your skin turn that fucking shade of red?
" I clicked my tongue. "I will do it every time you forget you belong to me.
Every time you try to run. Every time you think you have to survive alone, when all I want is for you to survive with me. "
" Oui , mon amour."
I inserted another finger and curled them. Coffee threatened to spill over the edges of the mug when her hips shifted forward.
"Every time I need to remind you that you're mine. That your body, your tears, your cries—those are all mine."
"Okay." It was a broken little noise, and I pressed my hips into her. Fuck , that friction felt good.
"I will do it every time you forget what it feels like to be wanted. Every time you try to pretend you don't deserve to be loved until you're sobbing and soaking my fucking hands."
"I understand, baby, just please . More."
Fuck, I loved when she called me that.
A third finger joined the others, and I slowly moved them in and out. Her breath shuttered out of her. "I will do it every time you make me think I could lose you. Every time you think I wouldn't burn the fucking world down just to drag you back to me."
I slid my other hand higher, up her chest, over the delicate slope of her throat, fingers spanning her jaw, possessive and reverent all at once. She tilted her head back without me even asking, offering herself up like the most beautiful fucking gift.
"Every goddamn time until your legs give out and you can't even say no, only more. Until you can't sit for a week."
"I deserved it," she cried out, head lolling against my shoulders. She planted her feet in the bed and fucked my fingers until I could feel her pussy clenching around me. I pulled my fingers out, and she groaned in frustration.
"You did deserve it, and you will every time, love. Over and over until you're ruined and rebuilt by me alone."
My thumb traced the curve of her bottom lip.
She shivered in my arms, and arousal dripped around my fingers.
My cock ached more than my body ever had, even after the crash, so fucking desperate to be inside her, for relief, for—Jesus, anything.
I was about to come in my pants from the way my hips kept rocking into her ass from behind.
"You looked so pretty crying for me last night, baby," I growled. "Messy and mine." Then, slowly, I pried her mouth open, pressing the pad of my thumb against her sharp incisor. "Go on," I coaxed. "Bite."
She bit down with just enough pressure to make my dick twitch painfully hard against her.
I fucking panted and moaned low in my throat like an animal barely contained, then sank my teeth into the same spot below her ear where I'd left a mark yesterday.
The feeling of her flesh in my mouth had me holding off an orgasm like my life depended on it.
Christ, she didn’t even know what she did to me.
Or maybe she did. Maybe she fucking loved it. She loved to be in control as much as I did.
"Good girl. So perfect," I breathed, dragging my thumb free, so fucking feral for her I thought I might combust.
And still— still —I didn't shove her face-first into the mattress and fuck her senseless like my body screamed to. Because I loved her more than I needed to own her. And right now, she needed my patience as much as she needed to come.
That was such a fucking lie. Why was I holding out?—
Both of our phones buzzed from opposite end tables. We both turned to look at hers—closest to us—to see a group FaceTime call from Kimi and Marco.
Oh, yeah. That was why. The shitstorm that was headed our way.
Aurélie sighed. "Why are they calling?"
"The inevitable," I muttered, reaching over to grab her phone off the charger. "Don't be a brat. Answer it. And please, keep it together or I won't let you come. Understand?"
Aurélie muttered something under her breath, and with another sip of coffee, she plucked the phone from my hand. She swiped to answer the call, and the screen split into two squares, Kimi and Marco each appearing in one, and the two of us in the little one in the corner.
The second she answered the call, chaos exploded through the phone.
“THERE THEY ARE!” Marco yelled so loudly that my head pounded for the first time since last night. “THE GRID’S ROYALTY! THE POWER COUPLE! THE SEXY NEW ERA!”
Kimi groaned beside him, rubbing his temples like he’d been hit by a truck. “You’re so fucking loud, Marco. Why are we awake? Why are they making us have a meeting? I didn’t sign up for this crusade.”
“First of all, shut the fuck up, you whiny bastard. You’re a hero.
We're all heroes. And the internet loves us.” Marco grinned at the camera, eyes bloodshot, a giant bottle of water in his lap.
"Second of all, you literally did sign up for it when Fraser invited us on the plane.
" He rolled his eyes. "I woke Kimi up after I saw the email.
He didn't appreciate it, as you can tell. "
"Finns don't appreciate much other than fucking their siblings," Aurélie offered.
I snorted. Aurélie shifted subtly in my lap, and I took full fucking advantage, dragging my hand down the inside of her thighs, teasing her slick lips. She stiffened slightly but didn’t move away.
Good girl.
Kimi squinted at the screen. "That's rude, Dubois. I could point out that you look like you got hit by a car, but I really don't want to know why your hair looks like that."
"Oh, oh, oh! I do!" Marco said with a devious grin.
Aurélie smiled sweetly over the rim of her coffee cup— very sweetly, considering her hair did, in fact, look as though she’d been electrocuted.
Absolutely wild. Tangled. Air-dried into pure rat's nest chaos.
"Both of you can go fuck yourselves." She sounded devastatingly unimpressed.
"Probably the only action you're getting anyway, since you're always too busy harassing us. "
I laughed, and plunged two fingers into her, curling, in, out, over and over. Her jaw flexed, and from this angle, I saw her nipples peak under her shirt.
“Did you guys see the hashtag yet? Fucking beautiful.”
Aurélie raised a brow, drinking her coffee as if I wasn't touching her in an obscene way off-camera.
“#Caurélie, baby!” Marco crowed, fisting pumping the air. “Fucking trending in, like, six languages.”
Kimi leaned over, squinting at the screen. “Way better than that godawful Frabois bullshit they tried to push. Also, we all looked so good in last night's interview. No wonder we're trending.”
Marco jabbed at the screen. “See, Kimi—" He paused, eyes lighting up suddenly. "WAIT. Is that the Les Twisty-est Virages shirt?"
Aurélie flushed dark pink when I shifted to pinch her clit, but managed to pinch the neckline of her shirt to lift it up slightly. “The one and only.”
Kimi huffed dramatically. “And yet, twelve hours ago you told us you hated us for the gift.”
Marco snorted. “Whatever. She's our fearless champion. Twisty-est fucking Virages, baby. Now you're leading a French revolution. I'm so proud.”
Aurélie laughed light and easy—God, the sexiest sound—and relaxed further into me, which was all the invitation I needed.
I slid my fingers higher, collecting her wetness, and slowly dragged my arm around her hip, under her ass…
all the way down to the tight little ring of muscle between her cheeks.
My middle finger pressed against her asshole, and she fucking squeezed around me like a vice.
Christ.
I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning out loud. Pre-cum was leaking out of me, and every little shift brought me closer to the edge like I was a goddamn teenager.
I teased, pressing just enough to breach her, my other hand moving in lazy circles over her clit. She shuddered once—barely noticeable to anyone not currently fingering her within an inch of her life—but fuck, I felt it.
She kept it together. Just sipped her coffee.
I kissed the back of her neck, just to feel her jolt.
Kimi chose that exact moment to go full crackhead and screen share the FIA email like a lunatic. “Look at this bullshit,” he said, slowly scrolling so we could read the email that had been sent to us and our team principals.
The email was a goddamn laundry list of manufactured outrage.
Potential violations for "inappropriate language over public broadcast channels," "conduct unbecoming of FIA representatives," "potential conflicts of interest due to inter-team relationships," "collusion to undermine regulatory authority," and "unsportsmanlike behavior".
Oh, and my personal favorite: "Potential damage to the FIA’s public image due to unauthorized media engagements and relationship disclosures."
A fucking masterpiece of bureaucracy trying to cover their own asses.
Marco leaned over, peering at the screen. “We are so fucking fucked.”
“We’re fine,” Aurélie said flippantly, voice only slightly strained. "I read through the regulations. I know exactly how to toe the line without going over the edge." She pressed harder against me, the finger in her ass slipping further and stealing my breath.
Oh, fuck her.
“Yeah?” Marco grinned. “Our queen is gonna go feral on the FIA again. Can’t wait to see her bite someone.”
I growled low enough that only Aurélie could hear it, the rumble vibrating through my chest. Mine. Not theirs. Not anyone else's. She was dripping all over our sheets, still clenching around my fucking fingers while they sat and bickered.
I pressed my finger deeper in retaliation, and she tensed, breathing sharp through her nose. Her face turned a deeper shade of pink, but she kept her smile intact.
God, I was obsessed with her.
"Fraser, you've been awfully quiet," Kimi drawled, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the screen. "You die over there or what?"
Aurélie shifted her weight—whether on purpose or by accident, I didn’t know—but it dragged her ass even harder against my cock, and I was now knuckles-deep in her ass. I almost choked.
"Nah," I rasped, low and smug, but my soul really was vacating my body. "Just busy taking it all in."
Aurélie barely managed to sip her coffee without spilling it, but she clenched around me again, and I tipped my head back and prayed for a little more fucking restraint. Just enough to get through this call.
Marco laughed, oblivious. "Yeah, it's fucking crazy, right?"
If only they knew just how fucking crazy we both were right now. Here she was, squirming in my lap, squeezing the hell out of me, while I was subtly dry-fucking her and about to blow my load.
Marco and Kimi kept ranting, something about organizing a "free the grid" protest or buying a tank, but I barely heard them. I was too busy using my free hand to dip my fingers into her dripping pussy, teasing her opening slowly and watching her pretend nothing was wrong.
When the boys finally started wrapping up—Marco loudly plotting our early arrival so we could be a united front and Kimi mumbling something about stealing a safety car—Aurélie signed off with a sugary smile.
“Thanks for the update, boys. See you tomorrow.”
She ended the call. My hands were off her instantly. The second the screen went black, I grabbed the phone and her coffee, practically threw them onto the nightstand, and flipped her onto her back so fast she yelped.
I pinned her wrists above her head and ground my cock against her.
“Now, where were we, mon c?ur?”
She just whimpered, hips already bucking toward mine, and I grinned like the fucking animal I was about to become.