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lostinlewis · 30 days
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Okay so I've spent the last couple of hours trying to find Wanderlust and still couldn't find it :(
I found part 2 but not 1 so if u still have it that'd be great 🥺
Hey bestie so sorry I don’t know why I haven’t uploaded it, I’ll have a look at the weekend for it and upload x
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lostinlewis · 1 month
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Open to prompts of any kind ☺️
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lostinlewis · 1 month
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I have so many unfinished Lewis pieces, what tropes would you like to read most? Or what stories do you want me to finish out?
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lostinlewis · 1 month
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so ready: l.hamilton.
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pairing: lewis hamilton x pt fem!black reader
summary: you’re his trainer, he’s him, the chemistry is undeniable.
warning: 18+ mdni, EXTREME SEXUAL CONTENT, pwp, fast paced, teasing, dirty talk, degradation kink?, unprotected sex, guys, I’m a slut - we sucking and fucking over here.
notes: I put a break on working on endless melodies, this picture called for my attention and here we are 😩. I also don’t know where the 3.5K words came from 😭 this was meant to be short.
w.c: 3.5K
tags: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @hersinsarescarlet @emjayewrites @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @chaneajoyyy @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @felicity-x0 @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy
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You sighed as you walked through the underground garage of the building. You were mentally preparing yourself to be in your client’s presence. You wish you could have rejected his contract but it was such good money to resist - a resource that you needed at the time - and he was a good man. Refusing to train him would have not made sense outside of the biggest con being that you were attracted to him.
Deeply attracted to him.
Every session was a fighting battle and today would be no different.
It had been seven months since you started working with him. Lewis was very serious about his physical health but he was so flirtatious and it made it hard to concentrate on your job. But today, you promised yourself that you would be serious and not give into his little games.
On the elevator ride up to his penthouse, you trained your mind to block his advances and not give into his charm. However, whether you intended to or not, your outfit choice for the session was along the lines of cute and practical. The grey headband keeping your hair away from your face was matching the gym shorts that you were wearing. Your physique was on display without it coming off as a little desperate. It’s not like you needed to put in any type of effort anyway, you were beautiful enough on your own but the outfit was just a greater temptation for Lewis.
Even though you lied to yourself that you didn’t enjoy the game of teasing that you played with him.
“Lewis! I’m here!” You yelled as you walked through the lobby of his penthouse. The patters of Roscoe’s feet against the marbled floor rang through to your ears. The aging dog ran towards you and it brought a smile to your face. You bent down and grabbed the pup’s face into your hands and caressed the deep folds of his cheeks.
“Hi boy!” You spoke with a high pitch to your voice. “You’ve been good for your Dads when I’ve been away?” He licked the palms of your hands as he wiggled his tail.
“Yeah! Because you’re a good boy aren’t you? It’s your Dad that’s the trouble maker.” You said to Roscoe before standing up straight.
“Oh I’m a trouble maker now?” His voice was the first thing that you heard before you saw him. As you walked to the kitchen to wash your hands, you caught sight of him leaning against the living room area wall as he watched you.
Dressed in a dark grey fitted t-shirt and matching grey shorts with black thermals beneath. His locs were braided away from his face, forcing you to bare witness to his beauty.
“You’ve always been one, don’t act so surprised now.” You replied as you watched your hands. You may not be able to see him but you could feel his eyes on your back. You bit your lip as you wiped your hands and then turned around. Your hands were on either side of your body on the counter as you looked at him.
“When have I ever caused trouble for you darling?” He asked as he stood to his full height and moved closer to you in the kitchen area, stopping by the island and leaning fowards against it.
“Do you really want me to answer that question? Because I have a list of examples.”
He laughed at your response instead of answering. He knew exactly what you were talking about.
“Anyway. Are you ready for our session today? I don’t want any problems this time around. You have somewhere to be and so do I. So no funny games.” You stressed the last part of your statement - more to yourself than to him.
Lewis’s eyes were drooped low, his long lashes nearly touching the apple of his cheeks as they hung low before he trailed them from the exposed skin of your thighs to your flushed cheeks as you held in your breath. His teeth trapped the flesh of his bottom lip to restrict his smile from spreading as he stood up straight.
“I’ll be on my good behaviour. I promise.” His voice was an octave deep and laced with temptation. You knew then, that this training session would be anything but smooth sailing.
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A good sparring session was a great way to end a productive session. Lewis stayed true to his word for most of the time but he’d throw in a flirtatious jab here and there that had you flustered. As much as you tried to hate it, you revelled in the way that those comments made you feel.
One last sparring session and you won’t have to see him for another three days.
You needed that breather.
“Come on baby girl. You can give it to me harder than that.” He teased as he bounced on his feet as he moved away from you. You rolled your eyes as you flexed your arms.
“I’m your trainer Lewis. I’m not supposed to be harder on you.”
“I can take it.” He shrugged. “That’s something you’re supposed to be saying in the right circumstances.”
“You’re a cocky little shit!” You stressed as your fingers flexed in the punching mitts before you began to run after him.
“There we gooo. Give me that fire, show me what you got baby.” He smirked at you. You fumed as you stopped chasing him and took off your punching mitts.
“Beating your ass would give me the greatest pleasure.” You said as you threw the mitts down before pulling the bandage wrap out of your open bag.
“I can do many things that can bring you pleasure that don’t involve us boxing.”
“Prove it.” You spat at him.
Before things moved forward, Lewis did the one thing that he knew would disrupt your focus.
He took his shirt off and kicked it close to the edge of the floor to ceiling mirror. All of the witty comments dried in your throat as you took him in. The defined muscles of his abs, the deep pelvis lines, the rich tan contrasting his tattoos and most of all, the budding chest hair.
Involuntarily, your thighs clenched at the sight.
He licked his lips as he watched you struggle for words. He could see the fight in your eyes as you were determined to not fall into the trap of your attraction but your body was failing tremendously.
Fine. You thought. Two can play that game.
Without warning, you grabbed the edge of your top and pulled it over your head. If Lewis thought his naked chest would disrupt you then you could pull the same card. Left in just your padded sports bra, you watched as Lewis became as speechless as you had been.
You were not going to make this easy for him.
Lewis finished wrapping his hands. “I’m ready.”
The both of you put up a good fight. Physically and mentally. Every hit, every jab, felt like a victory in the war of desire. Both of your bodies damp from sweat with how much energy you exerted during this ‘friendly’ sparring session.
You were winning. He asked for your all and you gave it. This was something just to prove to yourself that you could resist him. That you could withstand his charm and that your attraction didn’t lead you blind.
Then he grabbed your wrists and pulled younclose to his body. You gasped as he tightly held your hands behind your back trapping them by his torso as his other arm wrapped around your waist.
“Aren’t you tired of playing this game sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.
“You started it. Of everyone, you should know how crucial professionalism should be.” You hissed back as you struggled to get out of his hold.
“How could I focus on staying professional when every part of me wants to explore every inch on you. And don’t try to deny it either. I see the way you look at me, the way you desire me in a way that would disgrace the gods.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he spoke. His words were the apple from the tree of knowledge and his voice was the serpent in the garden of Eden.
“I can’t pretend anymore.” He confessed. “I want you YN. I want you so fucking much.”
“Now you admit it.” You say as you squirmed. Lewis held onto you tighter.
“I never denied it darling.” He chuckled in your ear. “You did. We wouldn’t be having this back and forth if you had just admitted that you were into me the way I was into you.”
“That wouldn’t change the fact that I was compromising a client-employer relationship and my reputation just for some dick.”
“This dick would change your life baby.”
“You’re so fucking annoying!”
“Turn around and say that to my face.”
He spun you in his arms before another word could be uttered. You stared at each other with no words spoken as your eyes ventured from their eyes to their lips. The action causing you to lick your lips.
“Cat got your tongue?” He teased as his hands dropped to your waist and pulled you closer. The smile on his face held the promise of everything that he had teased and taunted you about. Wicked and sinful things that had your mouth watering at the mere thought of them.
Body to body like this, the wall that you had been building in your mind had come crumbling down. Not that you had put up that big of a fight anyway but the effort that had been exerted up to now was too much and you were giving it up.
You were ready. You were more than ready.
“You’ve been trying your hardest to break me. And for a while I forgot that I too can play this game very well.” You said as you hooked a finger around the strap of your bra and brought it down your arm.
“I want you Lewis, I do.” You finally admitted. “But you want me just as much, if not more.” You unhooked your bra and flung it across the room. He fought to push the bandages away from his knuckles before embracing you with his big hands running up and down your back.
“If you had just given me the chance, I would loved on you the second I knew that you felt the same.” He whispered as his hands trailed down your back and settled on your ass. He kneaded the flesh of your ass cheeks, drawing you closer so that you could feel his breath on the top of your lip.
You leaned forward and kissed him with all of your might. All of the pent up desire you had been holding at bay for the last seven months burst out of you. You pushed your body into his as he moved his lips roughly over yours, opening your mouth for the sweet intrusion of his tongue as he deepened the kiss. Your nails dug into his back as you wrapped a leg around his waist as you felt the lower part of his body pressing into you.
Lewis moved his hand from your ass, trailing it up your spine before cupping the back of your neck and pulling you inwards. You gasped as he nibbled on your bottom lip, pulling the lip into his mouth. Your pussy creamed at the realisation at just how hard his dick was as it rested against you.
“Let me taste you.” You said as you pulled your lips away. “Please.”
“Do you think you deserve it? After the way you made me feel for wanting you? You think you deserve my touch?”
“Lewis … please.”
“Take these off.” He growled as he tugged at your grey shorts. You made light work of them before stepping back into his embrace. Your small cotton panties were digging into the flesh of your hips but Lewis quickly tugged at the material and shoved them down the length of her legs.
His eyes focused back on your face as he felt your hands move down the back of his head and edge him closer to your core. He pushed your legs further apart as his fingers teased your hot skin. His eyes soaking in every reaction that he drew out of you.
“You have spend the last seven months playing hard to get but here you are, ready to crumble at the touch of my fingers.” Lewis whispered as he pressed kisses onto your stomach.
“You’re talking entirely too much for someone who has pussy staring them in their face.”
“And this pussy is glorious, believe me. But I need you to suffer a little bit.”
He gave you an inch by running his fingers teased along your slit but did not settle his fingers where you needed him the most. Instead of shoving his digits into your cunt like he wanted, he brought them to his lips and licked them clean.
“So good.” He said and then stood straight and buried his face into the crook of your neck. He licked at your flesh before sinking in his teeth. The way he drew your skin into his mouth caused you to moan.
“Lew, please. Please.” You begged before he claimed your mouth yet again. He kissed you hard with his tongue lashing against yours before his teeth sunk into your bottom lip causing the sweetest pain to shoot up your spine. You pushed your body against him as far as your standing position would allow.
He wrapped his hands in your sweated out hair which was reverting back to its natural curl pattern. He pulled away from your lips and stared down at you with the darkest look of arousal tainting his beautiful eyes.
You watched as a cocky smirk etched on his face. You knew Lewis had you. Once your inhibitions were shut down, it was very easy for you to turn to your desires. And that lust had you falling to your knees as you looked up at him as his cock swelled in the confines of his thermals.
You pushed the fabric further down his thick thighs until his cock was revealed and … holy shit.
You knew that Lewis had the inches and the girth to work with but you weren’t expecting it to be so … heavy? His dick was so big and thick but it was nothing you couldn’t work with. Especially with the smugness glazing his eyes, you took it as a challenge.
His legs were spread, standing tall and proud as his dick bobbed in front of you. Heavy, leaking and begging for your oral attention.
“Open your mouth.” He said as he held his cock by the base and pointed it towards your plump lips.
Your mouth quickly hung open and your tongue darted out to lick his tip. You swirled your tongue around the head before you slid most of his dick into your mouth and sucked. You were extra as fuck as you licked and slurped, wanting him to understand the sloppy, messy head that awaited him. That you had been fantasising about this moment for a long time and now you were going to show to show him what you were about.
“Sucking this dick so fucking good.” He groaned as he held your head and tipped it back before moving his hips so that his tip was brushing back against the back of your throat.
“This is what you needed huh? My dick in your mouth to turn you into a little slut for me.” You moaned around him as you stretched your hands out on his torso, feeling his chest hairs prickle against your palm.
You don’t answer him as you continue working your head up and down his length. He felt so good in your mouth. The muskiness of his scent was all that you could think off as your saliva pooled in your mouth the more he worked his hips, fucking your mouth.
You were so eager to suck his dick. You pushed your head down further, taking him deeper down your throat which caused his knees to buckle.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Lewis groaned as he fisted your hair tighter, looking down at you as you moved your head fast, spit bubbles building as your nose brushed against his pelvis before your hand came up to fondle with his balls.
“Just like that. Keep sucking me just like that baby.” He gasped as you continued sucking on him as if you were trying to take his soul. Sure, Lewis had brought you down to your knees but you were making him regret ever thinking that he held all of the cards. There were no words to describe just how good you were sucking his dick. Your hands cradling his balls, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat - this was more than otherworldly.
When you pulled your lips away from him, Lewis felt like he could breathe as you moved your hand around his length in tight, circular motions.
“If I didn’t want to come inside of you, I would have come all over your beautiful face.” He spoke with a hoarseness to his voice before he manoeuvered you underneath him. The gym mats were harsh against your skin but you were past the point of caring.
“Fuck me.” You whispered as Lewis shifted your legs into the crooks of his arms as his dick rubbed against your opening. You reached up and claimed his mouth. His saltiness lingered between each entanglement of your lips. You tasted the remnants of your sweetness in his mouth the longer you greedily moved your mouth against his.
You didn’t care for the way the hard mats were biting into your skin. All you cared about what the surge of lust that burst through you as Lewis rubbed his cock against your cunt. His hand travelled up to your throat and squeezed as he positioned himself in between your legs. Every single gasp and little cry that he pulled out of you pushed him closer to the edge. His lips sought your earlobe as he raised your leg to his shoulder before he finally sunk into your pussy.
You were so soft. So sweet. So tight. So wet. You accepted him like you’d been waiting for him all this time and then clenched onto him so hard that Lewis so felt lightheaded before he could complete his stroke.
Lewis needed to regain his composure but you were a withering mess beneath him. Your scent like a cocoon around the both of you, he couldn’t find his bearings as he found a rhythm to his strokes.
Slow and deep as you arched your back and dug your nails into the skin of his back.
Your lips parted as you struggled to catch your breath with the sexy sounds of your pleasure reverberating through the room, bouncing off the equipment back into his ears.
Lewis let your legs fall back to his waist as he dropped to his forearms so that his body, slick with sweat, pressed against yours. You immediately wrapped both of your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you as he resumed his slow, deep thrusts coupled with circular motions that always pulled a sharp, little cry from you beneath him.
For months he had dreamt you like this. Underneath him, begging and crying for him as he deprived your body of pleasure.
Your nipples grazed his chest as he moved. You trailed your fingernails down the length of his back as you pulled him in for frantic kisses as the both of you moved towards the inevitable conclusion.
Lewis pressed his forehead against yours as your pussy started clenching rapidly around him.
“That’s it, baby,” he demanded through his teeth. “Cum all over this dick.”
You screamed his name and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your cries of pleasure, thrusting hard and fast into you as he chased the orgasm building in him.
You scratched at his back, gripped the sheets and bit into the pillow even as you started moving your hips up to meet his dick.
“Lewis!” You yelled as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your orgasm plummeting through your body.
“That’s it sweetheart. Come all over this dick.” He growled into your ear as he bucked his hips hard and fast before the force of his climax had him tensing and twitching in between your legs.
You hummed softly as Lewis returned to himself once his muscles had stopped twitching. All that pent up energy had finally been released and the both of you were butt naked in his private gym.
So many lines had been crossed tonight but either of you cared. Especially when he kissed you senseless and promised you more orgasms than you were ready to give.
London fashion week be damned ….
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lostinlewis · 1 month
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I KNEW IT! The second I saw that story I knew we're getting you back😭😍
Hahahaha one little flash of chest hair and a happy trail and I’m back in like I never left
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Rating: M
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You typed the six digits into the keypad of his door like it was just another Sunday visit, you knew it was significant that he had kept the code the same for the past few months, significant or slack, but you knew him better than to believe he would be slack about anything, least of all his security. 
Lewis had practically invited you over, first the thirst trap he posted to Instagram, the one in which he made sure to show the Cream cushion you had bought him last year, the one in which told you he was back in London for the first time in months, and then with the caption that was quite clearly a response to you. He was ready, he was telling you he was ready. 
The house was empty but for the soft music that played through every speaker in the house, something Lewis had insisted on installing the moment he bought the house, just so he could spend nights with you dancing from room to room as you drank wine and made plans for the future. 
‘I thought you were over me?’ His voice came from the stairway as you passed it, his tone completely unreadable. ‘I thought you said that you never wanted to see me again?’
You turned to face him, he hadn’t bothered to get dressed post work-out, instead he was standing on the stairs with nothing but a White towel wrapped around his waist, the tie working overtime to keep it from falling to the floor. A part of you wished it would, you needed him disarmed, you needed him to not question your presence nor your reasoning, but you also knew the luck always laid with him.
‘We both said a lot of things.’ 
You tried so hard to project confidence in your voice but he could hear the way in which you trembled with fear. You had worked so hard to convince yourself that he was not the man for you, countless nights spent reading romance novels in which the male love interest displayed obvious and cliched signs of affection just to try and trick your brain into wanting that over a man who always struggled with his emotions. Yet here you were again, six months after you swore you would never speak to him again, you stood at the bottom of his stairs watching him descend towards you looking like some kind of god from the heavens. 
‘You kept the code the same, that’s not like you?’ 
Lewis smiled as he met you at your level, both of you the same height had meant that as you gazed into each other's eyes it was virtually impossible to break away. It also meant that when he moved but a breath away from you, it forced you to feel the warmth of his lips almost against yours, teasing you with the possibility of feeling them once more, daring you to be strong enough to resist. 
‘I told you as you walked out the door six months ago, I was never going to stop you from coming back to me and I meant it. If I changed the code you would have made it as far as the gate and turned away, wouldn’t you? I couldn’t risk losing the chance to see you because of one little code now, could I?’ 
He was so close to you now it felt like he was touching you, your skin yearned for the feel of his, your waist ached to be held, and yet he was polite, he was cautious with you, he resisted the urge to do anything but look into your eyes. 
‘Why Lewis? Why now?’ 
His eyes traced down your nose until they fixated on your lips, forcing you to part them, your body reacting to his on instinct as if time was irrelevant and it was only yesterday that it belonged to him. 
‘Because…’ Somehow he moved even closer to you, this time his hands found their place on your hips like they had nowhere else to rest. ‘I really needed to do this.’
The very moment his lips met yours you felt your whole body relax, it was then that you realised that for the past six months you had been tense, your muscles in knots constantly, every fibre of your being felt off without his touch. 
He was so greedy with his lips, devouring your own as one hand lay on your waist, the other moving down your ass to hold it, pulling you so close to him now you could feel his excitement pressed against you. 
Lewis took control so naturally that you never had to think of a thing when he was around, and that included during intimate moments like this. With one swift movement he had your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you up the stairs to his bedroom like you were as light as a feather, placing you down on his bed to really get a look at you. 
It didn’t matter to him that you were fully dressed. Of course he knew every inch of your body, he had studied it enough, but as he stood to the end of the bed just looking at you, it wasn’t your naked body he was admiring, it was the whole of you. That was the part of romance novels that he always had them beat, whilst he was never one for flowers on a random Tuesday, nor was he one to make public declarations of love, the look in his eyes as he stared at you was so filled with love that even Jane Austen would struggle to find the words to describe it. 
‘Come here…’ 
Your plea a whisper, barely audible over the music that continued to play, but he knew what you wanted from the way your body arched towards him, begging him to join you on the bed.
He let the towel fall to the floor with no shame, every inch of the man you remembered, he climbed in between your still clothed legs and seemed to take delight in getting to undress you. As his fingers undid your clothing to reveal another piece of you, his lips warmed the newly bare skin, the perfect excuse to taste every part of you. 
The very moment he had you stripped bare he could do nothing for a moment but look at you once again, Lewis saw all of you, the stretchmarks you hated, the scars from childhood too, yet what you viewed as a flaw, he viewed as perfection. He had told you so many times before how you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and as he knelt between your legs, his eyes unable to take in enough of you at one time by the way they darted from skin to skin, you could see it was the truth. 
When desire became too overwhelming for him to fight any longer, he wrapped a hand around your ankle pulling it up to meet your lips. Lewis loved the taste of you, sure he would spend hours between your legs if he could, but he loved the taste of your skin, as he kissed from your foot, up your leg, you heard his breathing get deeper, the odd soft growl leave his lips. Nothing satisfied him more than having the taste of you on his tongue. 
He wasn’t shy about eating pussy, nor did he ever start off slow. Being granted permission to live between your thighs for that period of time made him show you just how much he appreciated it. His lips wrapped around the hood of your clit as he kissed it first, before he sucked your clit into his mouth just to hear the gasp leave your lips, and feel your whole body rise off the bed. 
‘Fuck…Lewis…oh my god.’
The words fell off your lips as if pleading for mercy would do anything but spur him on. Every moan made him tease your clit with his tongue harder, every time your hands gripped at the sheets he drove his tongue deeper inside of you. Lewis could make you feel things that even you couldn’t do to yourself, and no one else on earth could make you cum just as quickly as he did. 
Your moans now were continuous, the waves of pleasure that ran through your body unstoppable. You could feel it building quickly, you knew he could too. Lewis ground into the mattress to satisfy himself just a little as he flicked at your clit with a pulsation that bettered any Rose vibrator. 
Your breath held still in your chest as you peaked, feeling the explosion in every nerve ending in your body you shook violently on the bed as he held your waist down, ensuring that he could eat you through every wave and then into a state of sensitive ecstasy. It was only when he felt you jerk with every lick that he came up for air. His beard proudly carrying remnants of your pleasure, he licked his lips with a satisfied smile on his face.
If it wasn’t for how incredibly hard he was, his dick practically pulsating in desperation for your help, you would have thought he got himself off too but he hadn’t, he was saving that for you. 
Your hands reached for his dick, you always needed them both to really hold him, before he grabbed your wrists and placed them above your head as he laid his full weight on top of you, nibbling at your throat. 
‘I need to be inside of you.’ 
His words growled into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe, you could feel the tip of his dick threatening to enter you as he tried so hard to hold back. You knew that it meant he wouldn’t last long, he never could when you had been away from each other for so long, not that you cared a bit. It could have been three strokes and he was done and you still would have loved every single one. 
‘Let me…’
In his weakened state you knew just what to do to make him feel good. Lewis fell to the bed as you climbed on top of him, hovering over his dick so close that you began to drip over it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was painfully erect now, his desire for you almost torturous. 
‘Please baby…’
He begged you for it with a look in his eyes that was so incredibly vulnerable you could do nothing but take pity on him. Sitting down on him slowly you felt him stretch you with every inch that he filled you with. Lewis hissed as he bottomed out inside of you, his fingers digging into your hips so brutally you knew he would leave a mark for days. 
You could feel him pulsate with desperation inside of you as you kept still, it felt cruel almost to tease him, yet you never wanted this moment to end. Lewis had had enough now, his hands on your hips began rocking you, encouraging you, pleading with you to show mercy and fuck him just how he needed to be fucked in that moment; you obliged. 
One of your hands on the compass that decorated his torso, the other held his to your breast, you began to ride him fast, your ass bouncing up and down on him so quickly the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. 
Lewis had never been ashamed to be loud, he always made sure to let you know how good you were making him feel, and so his grunts, his groans, the deep moans he sang into the air only encouraged you more. 
The burn in your thighs was so intense now yet not a single part of you could stop. His body began to jolt, his hands grabbed desperately at your hips to try and take back a semblance of control, but you wouldn’t give it to him, you wouldn’t let up. Your rhythm unmatched now as you rode him, you heard his breathing labour now as his orgasm teetered on the edge. 
‘Give it to me, Lewis. I need it.’
Your sentence had barely rolled off your tongue before he did just that. His hips thrusting up to meet you as he groaned out his orgasm, reams of cum decorating your walls, so much so it was as if he wanted to make sure you would never be empty of him again. 
You fell forward onto his chest, your head finding the crook of his next as if it belonged there, his dick softening inside of you but not wanting to leave your warmth. For the first time in six months it felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be, wrapped in the big arms of the only man you had ever loved.
‘I’m not letting you go this time. I’m ready…’
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lostinlewis · 1 month
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Nothing inspires more than a thirst trap…
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lostinlewis · 1 month
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esme we miss youuu
I’m sorrrrrrry 🥲 I’ve been busy writing, just not about Lewis. Maybe the new season will inspire something?
Find me here daily x
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lostinlewis · 2 months
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I made a (mostly fashion) blog :)
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lostinlewis · 5 months
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Can we still get something for Lewis? Honestly that was painful. Boy needs some comfort (in fic world) and we do as well in real life. 😩
You will, I’ve been working on it this weekend but it won’t be up tonight unfortunately. I’m sorry x
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lostinlewis · 5 months
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Say The Words …
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pairing: lewis hamilton x black reader.
summary: something to hold the girlies over until I can finish the other WIPs. We can still discuss about this scene. It’s giving angst and all the fluffy softness. no plot, simply a scenario to be explored and expanded upon. enjoy! COMMENT AND REBLOG PLEASE.
He wasn’t supposed to be here.
He wasn’t supposed to be here, outside of your door at such hours. You made him promise to not contact you - for the sake of the both of you.
And yet, here he was. Ears ringing with his heart on his sleeve.
God, he hoped that you were home. Your car wasn’t in your usual spot in the underground garage …
He knocked anyway.
And waited.
He took a deep breath as he felt his nerves beginning to get the better of him. A few moments passed before his ears pricked up to the sound of your sweet voice.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me … Lewis.”
Silence.
Then shuffling.
Then another silence.
More shuffling before a deep sigh. “Why are you here?”
“Can you open the door please?” He asked as he placed both hands on each side of the door.
“Lewis you can’t —.”
“Baby.” He spoke up which cut you off before you finished what you had to say. “Please open the door.” He stated once more - this time softer. More pleading in tone. “Please.”
The first click made him drop his hands from the frame. The second click made him stand up straight. And the third click, as the door opened, Lewis stood in place as the entrance widened and revealed you.
Your state of dress showed that you were expecting a night in. No makeup, bonnet, his t-shirt with the picture of his young self and basketball shorts. The most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes upon. The sight of his t-shirt on you made him smile and he couldn’t hide it. You rolled your eyes as you shifted on your feet.
“Can I come in?” He questioned. Your answer wasn’t vocal, but physical. Your hand dropped from the door handle and you moved aside to let him in. You tried to walk away but he grabbed your wrist - stopping you in your tracks. As you looked back at him, you saw him shut the door.
Lewis pulled you closer until your foreheads touched. You closed your eyes. Meeting his gaze would force you to your knees. Despite you shaking your head, you allowed your body to be held. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his body. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you were overcome by emotion but his hold brought so much comfort.
You hadn’t realised how much you had missed him until now.
“Don’t ask me to leave.” Lewis whispered. Don’t ask me to forget about you.”
“You need to Lewis. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Then we won’t. We’ll do better. We’ll be better. I’ll do whatever it takes to make us work. Please …. Please just don’t ask me to leave again. I barely survived.” He cupped your cheeks and pulled your head up to meet his eyes. You could barely speak as your heart felt heavy and your throat ached with the words you failed to speak.
Testing the waters, Lewis began to place kisses on your face with sweet words behind every kiss, intending for them to seep through your skin and deep into your bones. He wanted, no, needed you to believe his words. There was no other and there never will be.
Just you.
When your head softly tilted upwards, your lips brushed against his. You sighed as his hands came to the back of your neck before pulling you to his lips. You moaned softly into the kiss as you pulled on the fabric of his shirt. Your bodies swayed in the waves of passion as the kiss continued. Taking and giving in continuous equilibrium until your bodies were on fire.
“Stay.” You then said between kisses as you wrapped your arms around his neck. With your chest heaving but with great conviction, you repeated.
“Stay ….. Stay with me.”
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lostinlewis · 5 months
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do we only get the fix if he wins?😔 it’s not looking good
Bestie I’m so depressed rn 😂 hopefully not because I certainly started it
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lostinlewis · 5 months
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Psst, I’ve started a little something for Brazil…will Lewis win? 👀
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lostinlewis · 5 months
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“But I haven’t been able to feel my legs for about fifteen minutes.” no but why do i feel like that's something he would actually say 😭😭
ALSO AMAZING LIKE ALWAYS, LOVED IT SO MUCH 🤍🤍
Hehehe I think so too! Thank you my lovely x
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lostinlewis · 5 months
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‘IF you want that’ oh absolutely we do Esme 👀 that overtake on Charles and a P2 AND a fastest lap too? Yeah he deserves whatever good good you have planned for this pairing. Whatever you write up you always kill it so best believe I shall be sat and ready ☺️🥰
Hehe are you sitting? It's time for part three!
Part One & Part Two x
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Lewis hadn’t given you attention all weekend, nor had he last weekend either. You knew from the very moment you woke up that morning you were about to change that, his P2 finish in the race only made it that much easier. Celebrating his achievements with you, or inside of you, has become quite the habit, and habits lead to addictions that only grow stronger the longer that they are left unsatisfied. 
Lewis always had his phone with him when he wasn’t in his race car and race debriefs were no different. It was sitting on the table in front of him, in the perfect position for him to notice your name flash across his screen as you sent him a little something. 
It was a huge risk you knew it, yet as you lay in bed that morning with the thought of having that man between your thighs later that day, you couldn’t help but take a picture to send to him at that exact moment. Clad in his favourite lace underwear, the ones that left little to the imagination, you took a picture you were certain would make his attention yours for the rest of the night. 
Lewis looked up to you with eyes that questioned what it was you had sent him but risk or no risk, you were not about to ruin his surprise. He was a little reckless with how he opened the message, not bothering to hide his screen from potential prying eyes at first, yet the very second he realised what it was exactly you had sent him, his eyes widened and he faced his phone back down on the table in front of him, working hard at pretending he was listening to what his engineer was saying when you could tell the only thing on his mind was you. Just how it should be, you thought. 
‘[You]: Check your pocket.’ 
He heard the vibration of his phone and did his best to ignore it for a moment yet the temptation to see what it was you had now sent him made it impossible for him to not look. He had such a readable face you could see the confusion and the hint of disappointment wash over his face, disappointment that it wasn’t another picture. 
Placing his hand in the wrong pocket at first, his confusion intensified, that was until he felt the lace material brush against his fingertips as he checked the correct one. He pulled the material out a little to look at what it was, although he didn’t need to, he knew exactly what they were, you had just sent him a picture of you wearing them. 
‘[Lewis]: Behave.’ 
You could feel the frustration through that one word, you were bothering him in a way only you had the privilege to do so. 
‘[You]: You’re getting boring, old man.’ 
Lewis shook his head in annoyance as he put down his phone in front of him one last time. Whilst the moment of fun had ended, you sat through the rest of the meeting certain that you were the only thing on his mind; his fingers playing with the panties in his pocket the whole way through told you just that. 
-
You looked for him everywhere in the paddock before giving up and finishing your work for the day. You figured he had already left for the weekend without so much as a goodbye, something he had done last weekend too. If Lewis wanted to be found by you, he would have been. Things had slowed between you both after the summer break, you hadn’t quite found your way back to the intensity of finding moments to sneak away with each other every weekend yet, a part of you feared you never would again. 
It was eerily quiet in the paddock as the teams gradually made their way out for the night, one by one every engineer and mechanic said goodnight to you as you worked at your computer, all of them commenting that you shouldn’t work too late, all of them used to you doing just that. 
It was as you went to the coffee machine to make yourself another drink that you felt a hand brush against the small of your back before it cradled your hip to pull you closer to the warmth just beside you; Lewis. 
“Waiting for someone?” 
The arrogance in his voice annoyed you as you tensed in his grip, never wanting to admit he was right.
“I have some work to do.”
“Oh, so you’re not here on the off chance that I’m still here too?” 
Lewis wasn’t going to let you get away with no eye contact, with very little effort he turned you to face him. Pressing his weight up against your body, making it impossible for you to escape.
“Why would I be? I work late most weekends, Lewis.” 
His eyes bore into yours, so confident in his gaze he barely blinked as he watched your face for the lies he knew you were telling. 
“I saw you last weekend too, it’s not healthy you know, you need to enjoy yourself too.” 
It was impossible to keep your eyes on his, as he spoke your gaze fell to his lips and instantly the memory of the last time you kissed him ran through your mind. You heard his words but only just, so focused you were on your need to kiss him at that moment. 
“I’m surprised you noticed me…” 
If you had been more aware of your words your sentence would have been less vulnerable, the moment you said it you were thrown out of your trance on his lips and straight back to a reality in which you were always so careful to not get too close to him. 
Lewis didn’t respond, not with words anyway. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the panties you had so kindly left for him earlier that day, dangling them in the gap between both of your faces as he studied them in silence, it was clear his mind was running with many thoughts but of what, you would soon learn. 
“Open your mouth.” 
“What?” 
“Open. Your. Mouth.”
There was little choice when it came to Lewis’ demands, sure he would have accepted your rejection just fine, but there was something about him that made it impossible for you to do anything but obey every little word he spoke. So you did, opening your mouth with no idea of why, you left yourself vulnerable to him once more. 
Tracing the lace of the material across your bottom lip first, he began to feed the panties into your mouth until it was full, closing lips for you before he sealed them with the softest of kisses. 
“Good girl.” 
It was effortless with how he turned you around, in one swift move he pressed you up against the wall, nibbling on the side of your neck as he took himself out of his clothes, slapping it against the cheek of your ass. 
“Is this enough proof that I notice you?” 
Although you could not see it, you could feel how incredibly hard he was and yet you wanted more; you shook your head. 
You heard a little growl in your ear as his hand smacked your ass cheek, digging his fingertips in with little care as he spread it to grant him the access he so needed. 
It was vicious in the way in which he buried himself inside of you, uncaring, your favourite kind of Lewis was this version, the one in which he was led purely by his desire for you, each move was built solely from his selfish need to have you, and you loved it. 
Your moan was muffled through the material stuffed inside your mouth, Lewis let out a deep chuckle as he heard it, kissing your cheek as if to soothe you before he whispered words into your ear. 
“Feel how much I notice you yet?” 
Of course you did, every single nerve in your body stood on edge as he filled you to the brim with his thickness, yet you wanted more, you wanted it all, you would do nothing but ask for more in the only way you could; you shook your head. 
Lewis let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled almost out of you, enjoying the way in which your body naturally attempted to fall back to him, it was clear you felt incomplete without him inside of you, the way in which your groan of emptiness, despite how muffled it was, filled the room with your want. 
“You’re so needy, baby.” 
His words were mumbled now, his sentence ending with a hiss as he drove back into you, your walls clenching every thick inch of him, forcing a bolt of pleasure to rush through his entire body, giving him little pause to compose himself. 
Lewis’ strokes were relentless, powerful, his stamina impressive as he fucked into you like he had something to prove. Even as he fucked you from behind, your face squished up against the wall, you felt the passion with every stroke, you felt his care as he caressed your cheek to ensure your face never cooled with the wall, you felt his adoration as he could not keep his kisses off of your skin for more than a second. Lewis fucked you from behind up against the wall but in the same vein he made love to your body too, there was not a stroke inside of you that wasn’t perfectly placed for your pleasure alone. Even in the most lustful of all moments, he felt it most natural to seek out your ecstasy with little thought for his own. 
You heard him whimper and although he caught himself you knew he was close to completion and readied for the final few hard thrusts that always came, except this time they didn’t. 
Pulling completely out of you, Lewis turned you to face him once more, parting your lips to remove your panties. He closed them once again with a kiss, this time more powerful than the last. 
“Stop pouting, I haven’t finished with you yet.” 
Lewis smirked as your lip dropped into a natural pout before he lifted you up with ease, placing you seated on the table just behind you both, the table in perfect view of the window to the paddock below. 
“We can’t…someone might see!” 
Your voice was breathless and needy, yet your body surged with excitement and danger. This was by far the riskiest you two had ever been, you couldn’t fuck in full view of the paddock below, could you? 
“Baby.” He kissed you once more as if to alleviate your fears. “I don’t care.” 
Leaving you no time to react at all, he fell to his knees. Holding your thighs apart with his hands, Lewis flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit, relishing in the shriek you let out as your whole body shook. You were so sensitive, he knew he was a few minutes away from making you crumble. 
Lewis ate pussy like he invented it. Alternating between circling your clit with his tongue before he sucked it between his lips, he made sure that there wasn’t a millisecond of time in which he didn’t have you lulled into a state of pleasure until he felt your orgasm approach. As he pushed you closer and closer to the edge his fingers ran up your body until they found your lips, parting them once more you knew exactly what he wanted; you to suck on them as you cum. 
The most intense wave of ecstasy washed over you, sucking down on his fingers to stifle your screams of pleasure, your body shook so intensely his other hand had to hold you in place to stop you falling off the table. 
Lewis was so patient when he ate pussy, he always made sure to soothe you through every wave of your orgasm, lessening the pressure as the high began to slip away, lapping up every drop of your pleasure until he knew you could take no more. 
His beard glistened in the lights as he rose back up to his feet, his smile wider than it had been all day, a mixture of pride and adoration written all over it. 
It was as he began to put himself back in his trousers that you grabbed his arm, stopping him from doing just that.
“We’re not finished yet.” 
There was a hunger in your eyes still, despite the fact you had reached your high, you needed Lewis to do just the same. Your second favourite Lewis could only be found in that moment. 
It was rare that he let you take control of your moments together but today he did, without saying a word, completely at your mercy, Lewis let you sit him on the table, falling to your knees just as he had done only minutes ago, groaning as your full lips wrapped around his swollen tip. 
You had barely found your rhythm when he stopped you, gesturing for you to get back up to his level. 
“Not this…I need to feel you.”
Guiding you onto his lap, lowering you down onto his dick, Lewis held you in place so he could savour the smothering of your pussy all around him for a moment. 
“Perfect, just perfect. Fuck me, baby.” 
He didn’t need to ask twice, rolling your hips you quickly found your rhythm as you rode him, both of his hands holding onto your cheeks to help guide you as he sucked at the skin of your collarbone, his lips needing to be as close to you as the rest of him was. 
“Close, baby…fuck.” 
He groaned words of warning as if that would do anything but encourage you. Never losing pace you rode him until you felt how tense his whole body got, with your fingers placed either side of his cheeks you whispered words to him that he had repeated so many times himself. 
“Cum for me.” 
His eyes rolled back a little as the intensity of the orgasm came crashing down all at once. Lewis’ fingers dug deep into your skin, certain you were that you would have bruises to wear as reminders tomorrow, you felt him shudder as he exploded inside of you, unable to control the constant ripple of moans that he let escape from his lips with little care to who heard. 
Both of you fell into a rhythm of kisses as you stayed on his lap with him inside of you, until he softened almost completely. 
“I suppose we better move.” 
Not an inch of you wanted to leave that moment, it was as if you were both enclosed in a world for which you were the only inhabitants, moving would break that, moving would mean you would go back to just being colleagues in a moment. 
“I don’t want to.” He groaned as he kissed you once more. “But I haven’t been able to feel my legs for about fifteen minutes.” 
Your second favourite Lewis came in the minutes post sex as you both tried to make yourselves look as presentable as possible before heading out of the room. Your second favourite Lewis was the man who so naturally knew who to settle your worries and anxieties about what you had just done, the man that reassured you with his actions alone of how nothing had changed between you both, the lewis that gave you the most perfect aftercare without even trying to. 
You knew that you two were just a fling, moments of fun snuck in on weekends of such intense pressure at work, yet you also knew he cared. Even in the weeks in which he was quiet you knew he cared. 
“So, did I prove it to you?” 
Neither one of you knew how obvious what had just happened was on your flustered faces as you made your ways down the paddock towards the car park. 
“What, that you noticed me? No. I had to put my underwear in your pocket to get your attention.” 
Lewis groaned in frustration once more. 
“You have no idea, do you? I notice you all the time, in every room and I will notice you tomorrow too, when you land in Brazil and meet your friend for dinner and drinks in the nighttime and you wear the dress you bought in Qatar, the one you are not sure of. I notice everything, I notice you.” 
“Okay, stalker?” 
“The point is, I notice you baby. I will never stop noticing you for as long as you let me.” 
His lack of care around if you were caught was worsening by the minute, as you made it to the car park he stopped you, pulling you into him once more to kiss you.
“I am going to get that win.” 
“Sure you will, Lewis. You have 103 wins to prove that.”
He kissed you once again. 
“Not that win, you. I will get you for a whole night soon, I know it.” 
A part of you hoped he was right and a part of you dreaded it. You had done so well to not become too attached to the man that stood in front of you so far, you knew spending the night with him might make that impossible. 
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lostinlewis · 5 months
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‘IF you want that’ oh absolutely we do Esme 👀 that overtake on Charles and a P2 AND a fastest lap too? Yeah he deserves whatever good good you have planned for this pairing. Whatever you write up you always kill it so best believe I shall be sat and ready ☺️🥰
Hehe are you sitting? It's time for part three!
Part One & Part Two x
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Rating: M
Words: 2.9k
Lewis hadn’t given you attention all weekend, nor had he last weekend either. You knew from the very moment you woke up that morning you were about to change that, his P2 finish in the race only made it that much easier. Celebrating his achievements with you, or inside of you, has become quite the habit, and habits lead to addictions that only grow stronger the longer that they are left unsatisfied. 
Lewis always had his phone with him when he wasn’t in his race car and race debriefs were no different. It was sitting on the table in front of him, in the perfect position for him to notice your name flash across his screen as you sent him a little something. 
It was a huge risk you knew it, yet as you lay in bed that morning with the thought of having that man between your thighs later that day, you couldn’t help but take a picture to send to him at that exact moment. Clad in his favourite lace underwear, the ones that left little to the imagination, you took a picture you were certain would make his attention yours for the rest of the night. 
Lewis looked up to you with eyes that questioned what it was you had sent him but risk or no risk, you were not about to ruin his surprise. He was a little reckless with how he opened the message, not bothering to hide his screen from potential prying eyes at first, yet the very second he realised what it was exactly you had sent him, his eyes widened and he faced his phone back down on the table in front of him, working hard at pretending he was listening to what his engineer was saying when you could tell the only thing on his mind was you. Just how it should be, you thought. 
‘[You]: Check your pocket.’ 
He heard the vibration of his phone and did his best to ignore it for a moment yet the temptation to see what it was you had now sent him made it impossible for him to not look. He had such a readable face you could see the confusion and the hint of disappointment wash over his face, disappointment that it wasn’t another picture. 
Placing his hand in the wrong pocket at first, his confusion intensified, that was until he felt the lace material brush against his fingertips as he checked the correct one. He pulled the material out a little to look at what it was, although he didn’t need to, he knew exactly what they were, you had just sent him a picture of you wearing them. 
‘[Lewis]: Behave.’ 
You could feel the frustration through that one word, you were bothering him in a way only you had the privilege to do so. 
‘[You]: You’re getting boring, old man.’ 
Lewis shook his head in annoyance as he put down his phone in front of him one last time. Whilst the moment of fun had ended, you sat through the rest of the meeting certain that you were the only thing on his mind; his fingers playing with the panties in his pocket the whole way through told you just that. 
-
You looked for him everywhere in the paddock before giving up and finishing your work for the day. You figured he had already left for the weekend without so much as a goodbye, something he had done last weekend too. If Lewis wanted to be found by you, he would have been. Things had slowed between you both after the summer break, you hadn’t quite found your way back to the intensity of finding moments to sneak away with each other every weekend yet, a part of you feared you never would again. 
It was eerily quiet in the paddock as the teams gradually made their way out for the night, one by one every engineer and mechanic said goodnight to you as you worked at your computer, all of them commenting that you shouldn’t work too late, all of them used to you doing just that. 
It was as you went to the coffee machine to make yourself another drink that you felt a hand brush against the small of your back before it cradled your hip to pull you closer to the warmth just beside you; Lewis. 
“Waiting for someone?” 
The arrogance in his voice annoyed you as you tensed in his grip, never wanting to admit he was right.
“I have some work to do.”
“Oh, so you’re not here on the off chance that I’m still here too?” 
Lewis wasn’t going to let you get away with no eye contact, with very little effort he turned you to face him. Pressing his weight up against your body, making it impossible for you to escape.
“Why would I be? I work late most weekends, Lewis.” 
His eyes bore into yours, so confident in his gaze he barely blinked as he watched your face for the lies he knew you were telling. 
“I saw you last weekend too, it’s not healthy you know, you need to enjoy yourself too.” 
It was impossible to keep your eyes on his, as he spoke your gaze fell to his lips and instantly the memory of the last time you kissed him ran through your mind. You heard his words but only just, so focused you were on your need to kiss him at that moment. 
“I’m surprised you noticed me…” 
If you had been more aware of your words your sentence would have been less vulnerable, the moment you said it you were thrown out of your trance on his lips and straight back to a reality in which you were always so careful to not get too close to him. 
Lewis didn’t respond, not with words anyway. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the panties you had so kindly left for him earlier that day, dangling them in the gap between both of your faces as he studied them in silence, it was clear his mind was running with many thoughts but of what, you would soon learn. 
“Open your mouth.” 
“What?” 
“Open. Your. Mouth.”
There was little choice when it came to Lewis’ demands, sure he would have accepted your rejection just fine, but there was something about him that made it impossible for you to do anything but obey every little word he spoke. So you did, opening your mouth with no idea of why, you left yourself vulnerable to him once more. 
Tracing the lace of the material across your bottom lip first, he began to feed the panties into your mouth until it was full, closing lips for you before he sealed them with the softest of kisses. 
“Good girl.” 
It was effortless with how he turned you around, in one swift move he pressed you up against the wall, nibbling on the side of your neck as he took himself out of his clothes, slapping it against the cheek of your ass. 
“Is this enough proof that I notice you?” 
Although you could not see it, you could feel how incredibly hard he was and yet you wanted more; you shook your head. 
You heard a little growl in your ear as his hand smacked your ass cheek, digging his fingertips in with little care as he spread it to grant him the access he so needed. 
It was vicious in the way in which he buried himself inside of you, uncaring, your favourite kind of Lewis was this version, the one in which he was led purely by his desire for you, each move was built solely from his selfish need to have you, and you loved it. 
Your moan was muffled through the material stuffed inside your mouth, Lewis let out a deep chuckle as he heard it, kissing your cheek as if to soothe you before he whispered words into your ear. 
“Feel how much I notice you yet?” 
Of course you did, every single nerve in your body stood on edge as he filled you to the brim with his thickness, yet you wanted more, you wanted it all, you would do nothing but ask for more in the only way you could; you shook your head. 
Lewis let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled almost out of you, enjoying the way in which your body naturally attempted to fall back to him, it was clear you felt incomplete without him inside of you, the way in which your groan of emptiness, despite how muffled it was, filled the room with your want. 
“You’re so needy, baby.” 
His words were mumbled now, his sentence ending with a hiss as he drove back into you, your walls clenching every thick inch of him, forcing a bolt of pleasure to rush through his entire body, giving him little pause to compose himself. 
Lewis’ strokes were relentless, powerful, his stamina impressive as he fucked into you like he had something to prove. Even as he fucked you from behind, your face squished up against the wall, you felt the passion with every stroke, you felt his care as he caressed your cheek to ensure your face never cooled with the wall, you felt his adoration as he could not keep his kisses off of your skin for more than a second. Lewis fucked you from behind up against the wall but in the same vein he made love to your body too, there was not a stroke inside of you that wasn’t perfectly placed for your pleasure alone. Even in the most lustful of all moments, he felt it most natural to seek out your ecstasy with little thought for his own. 
You heard him whimper and although he caught himself you knew he was close to completion and readied for the final few hard thrusts that always came, except this time they didn’t. 
Pulling completely out of you, Lewis turned you to face him once more, parting your lips to remove your panties. He closed them once again with a kiss, this time more powerful than the last. 
“Stop pouting, I haven’t finished with you yet.” 
Lewis smirked as your lip dropped into a natural pout before he lifted you up with ease, placing you seated on the table just behind you both, the table in perfect view of the window to the paddock below. 
“We can’t…someone might see!” 
Your voice was breathless and needy, yet your body surged with excitement and danger. This was by far the riskiest you two had ever been, you couldn’t fuck in full view of the paddock below, could you? 
“Baby.” He kissed you once more as if to alleviate your fears. “I don’t care.” 
Leaving you no time to react at all, he fell to his knees. Holding your thighs apart with his hands, Lewis flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit, relishing in the shriek you let out as your whole body shook. You were so sensitive, he knew he was a few minutes away from making you crumble. 
Lewis ate pussy like he invented it. Alternating between circling your clit with his tongue before he sucked it between his lips, he made sure that there wasn’t a millisecond of time in which he didn’t have you lulled into a state of pleasure until he felt your orgasm approach. As he pushed you closer and closer to the edge his fingers ran up your body until they found your lips, parting them once more you knew exactly what he wanted; you to suck on them as you cum. 
The most intense wave of ecstasy washed over you, sucking down on his fingers to stifle your screams of pleasure, your body shook so intensely his other hand had to hold you in place to stop you falling off the table. 
Lewis was so patient when he ate pussy, he always made sure to soothe you through every wave of your orgasm, lessening the pressure as the high began to slip away, lapping up every drop of your pleasure until he knew you could take no more. 
His beard glistened in the lights as he rose back up to his feet, his smile wider than it had been all day, a mixture of pride and adoration written all over it. 
It was as he began to put himself back in his trousers that you grabbed his arm, stopping him from doing just that.
“We’re not finished yet.” 
There was a hunger in your eyes still, despite the fact you had reached your high, you needed Lewis to do just the same. Your second favourite Lewis could only be found in that moment. 
It was rare that he let you take control of your moments together but today he did, without saying a word, completely at your mercy, Lewis let you sit him on the table, falling to your knees just as he had done only minutes ago, groaning as your full lips wrapped around his swollen tip. 
You had barely found your rhythm when he stopped you, gesturing for you to get back up to his level. 
“Not this…I need to feel you.”
Guiding you onto his lap, lowering you down onto his dick, Lewis held you in place so he could savour the smothering of your pussy all around him for a moment. 
“Perfect, just perfect. Fuck me, baby.” 
He didn’t need to ask twice, rolling your hips you quickly found your rhythm as you rode him, both of his hands holding onto your cheeks to help guide you as he sucked at the skin of your collarbone, his lips needing to be as close to you as the rest of him was. 
“Close, baby…fuck.” 
He groaned words of warning as if that would do anything but encourage you. Never losing pace you rode him until you felt how tense his whole body got, with your fingers placed either side of his cheeks you whispered words to him that he had repeated so many times himself. 
“Cum for me.” 
His eyes rolled back a little as the intensity of the orgasm came crashing down all at once. Lewis’ fingers dug deep into your skin, certain you were that you would have bruises to wear as reminders tomorrow, you felt him shudder as he exploded inside of you, unable to control the constant ripple of moans that he let escape from his lips with little care to who heard. 
Both of you fell into a rhythm of kisses as you stayed on his lap with him inside of you, until he softened almost completely. 
“I suppose we better move.” 
Not an inch of you wanted to leave that moment, it was as if you were both enclosed in a world for which you were the only inhabitants, moving would break that, moving would mean you would go back to just being colleagues in a moment. 
“I don’t want to.” He groaned as he kissed you once more. “But I haven’t been able to feel my legs for about fifteen minutes.” 
Your second favourite Lewis came in the minutes post sex as you both tried to make yourselves look as presentable as possible before heading out of the room. Your second favourite Lewis was the man who so naturally knew who to settle your worries and anxieties about what you had just done, the man that reassured you with his actions alone of how nothing had changed between you both, the lewis that gave you the most perfect aftercare without even trying to. 
You knew that you two were just a fling, moments of fun snuck in on weekends of such intense pressure at work, yet you also knew he cared. Even in the weeks in which he was quiet you knew he cared. 
“So, did I prove it to you?” 
Neither one of you knew how obvious what had just happened was on your flustered faces as you made your ways down the paddock towards the car park. 
“What, that you noticed me? No. I had to put my underwear in your pocket to get your attention.” 
Lewis groaned in frustration once more. 
“You have no idea, do you? I notice you all the time, in every room and I will notice you tomorrow too, when you land in Brazil and meet your friend for dinner and drinks in the nighttime and you wear the dress you bought in Qatar, the one you are not sure of. I notice everything, I notice you.” 
“Okay, stalker?” 
“The point is, I notice you baby. I will never stop noticing you for as long as you let me.” 
His lack of care around if you were caught was worsening by the minute, as you made it to the car park he stopped you, pulling you into him once more to kiss you.
“I am going to get that win.” 
“Sure you will, Lewis. You have 103 wins to prove that.”
He kissed you once again. 
“Not that win, you. I will get you for a whole night soon, I know it.” 
A part of you hoped he was right and a part of you dreaded it. You had done so well to not become too attached to the man that stood in front of you so far, you knew spending the night with him might make that impossible. 
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lostinlewis · 5 months
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i need them to get caught 🫶🏼 (if not in this part then at the end of the season hahahaha)
Ooh me too bestie, me too! hehe x
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