Chapter 28 #3
The video is filmed from slightly beneath us, Molly’s back to the camera and our connection on full display.
“Fuck.”
She starts riding me, and I kiss her, my tongue swiping in to get a taste of her as our bodies clash together.
When we’re breathless, we break apart and continue watching the video.
“I love this part,” Molly says.
The part she is referring to is of my hands across her butt cheeks, branding her as I slap her and hold her tightly against me when I fuck her.
I copy the movements as Molly takes the phone and drive harder into her.
“Now it’s time for my favourite part,” I tell her.
In the video we come together, our sounds loud as I push into her.
The part I’m referring to is the one where I lift her up slightly from my cock before the cum runs down my shaft.
Then I pull her down hard on my shaft again, the sound of our cum merging inside her loud in the clip.
“Fuck, I’m coming, baby,” I tell her, and luckily, Molly seems to be just as hot from our video as I am as she comes seconds later.
I do the same as in the video, pulling her slightly off of me and letting our arousal run down before bringing her roughly down on top of me again, kissing her hard.
“You’ve got a breeding kink I don’t know about?” Molly asks me, a glint in her eyes as we catch our breath.
“Yeah, I might. Watching my cum inside you is rather sexy,” I tell her.
She gives me a breathtaking smile.
“I think so too.”
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“What if no one shows up?” I say, and Molly comes over to where I’m pacing before stopping me and wrapping her arms around my back.
“Stop stressing. They will,” she says, her tone strong and confident.
It’s good she’s sure about this, because I’m freaking out.
For the first time ever, I’ve invited the rest of the drivers to our annual dinner, usually held at the end of the season.
As I secured the win three weeks ago, I decided to invite them to dinner now.
I’m having second thoughts. Wondering if anyone will even show up.
The last time I won, I didn’t bother to invite anyone to dinner, and I don’t even know if anything was arranged that season.
Last year, Luke hosted as he was the champion.
The restaurant has set up a long table, with twenty seats ready for the drivers.
Molly’s helped me with everything, but now I’m feeling the anxiety crippling me.
I know I’ve been a douche.
And even though Luke was able to bury the hatchet, that may not be the case for everyone.
I’ve never really given them a reason to like me. Always being dismissive and closed off in the paddock. Which is why they have no reason to show up.
Sure, the dinner is on me, but money is the least of our concerns as F1 drivers.
Just as I’m ready to announce that I can’t do this, the door opens, and a group of five drivers comes in.
I stand there frozen, before Molly nudges me towards them. I shake my head, swallowing as I welcome them.
Okay.
At least five guys showed up.
That means this won’t be a total disaster.
Soon enough, all the drivers show up, the vibe laid back and casual as they find their seats around the table.
“You can do this,” Molly says, who’s getting ready to leave me alone.
Fucking hell.
How did I ever do anything without this woman by my side?
She’s the anchor holding me steady whenever I feel like the waves get too high.
“Yeah, okay.” I give her one last kiss before she slips out the door, leaving the guys and me alone.
I can do this.
As I stand at the end of the table, I listen to the voice in my head, which sounds awfully a lot like Molly.
You got this.
I clear my throat, the guys’ heads turning my way as the talking quiets down.
“Thank you all for showing up. I wasn’t sure anyone would, so I appreciate that,” I say, and when they chuckle, probably thinking I’m joking, I feel my nerves calming down.
Maybe Molly is right.
Maybe they’re not really mad at me.
Maybe they’re just here to have a good time.
“Anyways. I hope you enjoy the dinner. Everything is on me.”
“I’ll take the most expensive steak they have,” comes from Dylan, one of the drivers from McLaren.
“I’m right there with you,” another one chimes in, making me chuckle.
They can have anything they want.
I quickly realise that Molly was right and that I had no reason to worry about this.
Everyone is having a good time, enjoying a nice dinner, and speaking about the season and everything that’s happened so far.
I may have been crowned the driver’s champion, but in regard to the Constructors’ Championship, there are still battles to be fought.
“Can’t have Audi taking home all the wins,” comes from one of the Ferrari guys.
After us, BMW, together with Luke and Hayden, is the team closest to winning.
Then comes Ferrari and McLaren.
McLaren started the season strong, but they’ve since faced a lot of technical challenges.
“I’m kind of planning on it,” I say back, and he chuckles.
It would be amazing to win both.
Especially for Arthur.
What a first year it would be for him in this team.
It’s already been a fantastic season, but taking home the constructors’ title would be the perfect end.
I’ll do everything I can to make that happen.