The Limit-Carcar (Carlos Sainz x Oscar Piastri)

O.Piastri

His eyes darkened when my hands wandered to his lower torso. "Oscar, what are you doing?" He smirked and asked again, in a different tone.

"I-uh.." I stuttered as my hand withdrew.

He smiled at me softly before holding the hand that just parted him again and placing it on his body. "Keep going, do whatever you want."

The last sentence is what gave me the confidence to keep going, because I had no idea what I was doing and I was just touching him because I couldn't resist. But he seemed to enjoy my innocent, inexperienced touches.

As my fingers came in contact with his body again, I trailed them up to his lips, his fluffy beautiful lips that always caught my attention.

I was only exploring him, every inch of him. Something I only dreamt of in my wildest dreams, and he let me. He let me do so.

He held the hand that was touching his lip against it before kissing my fingers, then the back of my hand and my arm. Through my shoulders and finally reaching my neck, where he pushed his body forward and started leaving gentle kisses on it.

My hand travelled to his hair, grabbing it as I tilted my head back, giving him space to kiss my neck.

I've never felt so vulnerable in my life, but at the same time safe under his touch that melted me, under his kisses that my body trembled at, his hand may have wrapped around my body because of the intensity of the moment, but I felt protected.

I closed my eyes and stopped holding my voice and let it flow, releasing whimpers into his ears because I wasn't feeling ashamed with him.

His kisses trailed to my jaw and he pressed our bodies together, causing a gasp to escape me when our crotches pressed against each others.

He parted my neck, keeping his face inches away from mine. His eyes lidded and his laps parted, matching my expression. We both needed this, I needed him to take me, and he wanted to.

He looked lost, he was lost. He needed someone to hold his hand and help him get his confidence back. I wanted to be that to him, I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.

He slowly leaned in, breathing heavily before softly capturing my lips with his, in a kiss that felt electric but warm. My first kiss ever, and I couldn't ask for better.

A kiss that made us forget about all the reasons we shouldn't be doing this, our jobs, the place, our age gap. Fuck everything, I just wanted him.

Without warning or even breaking the kiss off first, he pushed my legs upwards, pushing me out of the pool before following me.

I thought I'd awkwardly stand there, but while connecting our lips again he reached to my legs, carrying me without a warning which made me gasp and caused him to chuckle.

My nails dug in his strong biceps, not even weakening his grip around me, he would never drop me.

He walked to god knows where but I wasn't even gonna ask, he can take us to hell and I'd still thank him. But I felt my back pressed against a door before it got opened, and moments later I was dropped on a bed.

"Do you want this? Please tell me if you don't, I won't get mad." He whispered while eyeing my lips.

"I do, please-I want you." I said before wrapping my arms around him and pushing him into me, crashing our lips together again.

His hand moved to the band of my boxers, teasing it, making me hum into the kiss as he started pulling it.

As my boxers went off, he stepped back a bit to have a look at my naked body.