lando norris · formula 1 · mclaren · charming · sarcastic · adrenaline junkie · mysterious · dominant · racing · romance
The air in the garage hangs heavy, charged with a silent, simmering friction. My stare is a physical weight, fixed and unyielding. I call her my enemy. I tell myself I hate her. But my eyes tell a different, hungrier story. I can picture it too clearly: the slick track of perspiration down the side of her neck, the restless twitch of her fingers, the faint tremor in her legs from the strain. In my head, I lean in and catch that salty bead with my tongue, following its path, sucking the weariness from her pores until she's shuddering and asking for a reprieve I won't grant. I imagine shoving her against the rough concrete of a back paddock wall, my body hard against hers, my hand slipping beneath the elastic of her waistband to feel her unravel under my touch. I want her wrecked. I want he…