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Cernobbio || Carlos Sainz x Reader

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Female Reader Warnings: Smut and Language Rating: Mature Word Count: ~4.784

Please, see notes at the end. 🤍

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All the windows in the living room were open, and anyone there could sense the cold night breeze invading the room. The breeze carried the scent of the floral arrangements scattered across the property, wrapped in the smell of the burning candles and the perfume of the dozens of strangers. You could feel it caressing your skin and making it tingle, hugging your body and making the silk of your dress dance. It rose from the ground, writhing beautiful waves around you. The feel of the fabric on your legs and the draft on your warm skin made you laugh. To be fair, anything would’ve made you laugh. Blame the champagne.

For the first time since you arrived, you had a chance to look around. The room was adorned with red, black and gold and Lake Como was just a few meters away, right on the other end of the garden. As you let your body fall on the couch, in an almost too-dramatic act, you could see the lights on the other margin, flickering and nearly disappearing in the night.

Between the house and the lake, there was a large number of tables spread across the garden, and a platform raised between carefully tended and trimmed bushes. On that same platform, pairs danced under a sky of stars and fairy lights. The soft golden beams stretched over them, lighting their faces with a warm golden hue. As they moved, the light moved with them. Graceful, harmonious movements, as if the music had joined them with strings and had taken control over them. A string quartet was playing and the harmony glided through the atmosphere, entering the rooms of the house and allowing itself to reverberate between the walls. With your eyes closed and almost lying on the sofa, you let yourself enjoy the music. Even with a group talking in the same space, the music was heard over the voices. An instrumental version of Video Games was playing. And since you were too tired to go back to the dancing floor, your fingers were the ones moving in the rhythm, drawing a pattern on the velvet where you were resting.

— Where were you? — Hoarse, harsh and loud. The voice easily distinguished itself from the other voices filling the room.

— In the garden. Dancing.— You opened one eye to find Carlos standing there. The top buttons of the white shirt were open and his tie was stuffed in his pocket. And then you closed your eyes again. — Why?

— Why?! — He sounded worried. Worried? He noticed the confusion on your face. He didn��t take long to talk again. — No one knew where you were. You could have said something. I would have gone with you.

— You don’t dance, Carlos.

— I don’t, but that doesn’t mean you can just disappear and leave us worrying. — You nodded. Maybe it was the booze, or your feet hurting from the dances you shared with some friends or lovely gentlemen, but you needed silence, and to rest your eyes. — C’mon, look at me. I’m talking to you.

You gave in to his request. Well, it was more like an order. You could sense it in his voice. Maybe you should have said something before heading to the dance floor when you said it was going to be a fast bathroom stop, but… blame it on the champagne?

Carlos was looking down at you, with his hands in his pockets. The white shirt was meticulously tucked in the pants, perfectly fitting his body. Ferrari takes really good care of their drivers.

— I’m looking, good looking. — You said, your lips turning into a smile and involuntarily pivoting into a giggle that burst louder than expected. Carlos fought a smile. You extended one of your legs, trying to kick him, but his fast reflexes worked perfectly, as he caught your calf before you even got to hit him. — Don’t try too hard to be mean. You’re not like that.

He laughed, shaking his head and bringing his hands to his face. His fingers ran through his hair, pulling it back, except for a stubborn strand that hung down across his forehead. He sat beside you, pulling your legs into his lap. Your dress covered your thighs and left the rest of your legs uncovered as it slid across the couch and onto the floor. Carlos rested his hand on your leg, his thumb caressing the tanned skin.

— You could have said something. — Carlos voiced after brief moments of silence. — I would sit somewhere and have a look at you. You know I like to see you dance.

— But you wouldn’t dance.

— No, I wouldn’t. — He laughed. — Not with this many people around.

Carlos Sainz, a Formula One driver. A man that sits in the cockpit of a car racing at insane speeds, through corners and under any conditions, is afraid of dancing in public.

— You know what, Sainz? — He looked over at you. His eyebrows slightly raised. He knows that no good things follow the use of his last name when it’s your mouth that’s sounding it. — That’s the difference between us. You wouldn’t dance with me. Meanwhile, I would do everything you asked me to, no questions asked.

And probably his mind worked way faster than yours, because the moment your lips pronounced these words, his turned into a smirk.

— No questions asked? — He repeated. Oh boy.

— No questions asked.

Carlos didn’t take long to act. He quickly got up and took your body in his arms. Attention seeker. You murmured, seeing the number of heads that turned to you both, because of his action. Carlos didn’t need to make too much of an effort to carry you through the living room to the room waiting for you on the top floor of the house. He was committed to getting there as soon as possible. He had a decided expression on and a quick pace, as he was stepping through the place, dodging the groups of people dispersed around the house.

— So you won’t dance with me, but it’s okay to carry me in front of all these people? — The heads kept turning to you, the faces just being blurs of images that didn’t even form coherent lines in your eyes.

— No questions asked, remember? — Simple and assertive.

Your giggles filled the hallways and echoed in the magnificent hall, as Carlos carried you through the split stairs. He was looking at you with a smile, sometimes even laughing, as if your own giggles poisoned his serious expressions, making him give in to the fun. As soon as you reached the upper floor and you found yourselves hidden from the curious eyes that Carlos shamelessly attracted, you got your face closer to him. Your nose touching his neck. Carlos smelled of leather and wood. Like a walk in the woods on an early spring morning or a dip in the lake on a hot summer afternoon. And that night, precisely, he also smelled like roses and rum. An intoxicating scent. Unexpected, but welcoming. Your lips didn’t fight the urge to kiss the soft flesh, nor your hands to roam through his hair.

When the door to the room was closed, Carlos made sure to mitigate the short distance there was between you two. All you could see before closing your eyes and giving in to his kiss was his tongue piercing through his full lips. Passion. Desire. Lust. His hands grabbed your waist the second your feet touched the floor, pulling you close as if you’d been away for centuries. You could sense the urgency of his touch through the silk.

The fabric wasn’t enough to stop you from sensing the heat of his fingers, running down your waist to your thigh, looking for the crevice in the fabric where he could slip his hand and grab you. And so he did. His hand took your thigh and pulled you to him, leaning you against the door. Your leg wrapped around him, his hand sliding to your cheek, groping it as he bit your lip. He knew he had you. Every single bit of you. Every inch of your skin. Every thought on your mind. He knew it so well. There was no other way to show it than grabbing you and slamming you into a door and devoting himself to you. And so he did.

Carlos took off the blazer and got on his knees. The Ferrari blazer fell onto the wooden floor, the piercing yellow and red patch being the only detail you could perceive in the dark room, only lightened by the lights from the garden. The lace slid down your legs, slowly, and fell along your heels. His hands started moving up your legs. The warm, soft touch made you whine in anticipation. Your mind was racing. This man is a tease. Your knees were quivering and he had barely started.

— Let me take off my heels. — You asked, while you tried to move your toes in the tight shoes.

— No. — He muttered next to the skin of your knees. Instantly, a wave ran through your body, hitting you and making you force your thighs against one another, an intuitive reaction, an instinctive response to a need Carlos was creating with his alluring, sinful touch. — Stay still.

And again the same sensation swop over you, growing and taking over your body and mind and stripping you of any sense of reality. All you could do was nod. Carlos grabbed your knee and positioned it on his shoulder, leaving your weight to be distributed between the door and your free leg.

— Consider this a punishment, cariño.

For a second it didn’t feel like a punishment. You had Carlos Sainz on his knees, for you. His lips fondling your inner thighs, his beard scratching the sensitive skin and making your body squirm. Your body found peace in the faint touch of his lips, tracing incoherent lines around your lustful skin. You felt him there. In the kisses, in the hand firmly pressed on your leg, keeping her steady on his shoulder. So you stood still as he asked you to. But you couldn’t hold it for yourself. His lips teared up in a smile, as he basked on your scent and the sounds leaving your lips as your body was taken over by the arousal.

— Please.

That whisper cut the air and lasted in the atmosphere, hovering over you until the moment his thumb touched your clit and a moan echoed through the room, silencing any supplication. His finger slid against the warm and humid surface. There was no way of hiding the effects of his touch. He knew how much you were enjoying it. And he was too. How couldn’t he? The second you felt his tongue touching you, your body gave in to the gravity. Your head found support against the door, one hand on the cold doorknob and another on his head.

He was kissing you the way he loved you. With haste, passion and yet, with patience. Taking you for himself, having you as no one else ever did, as no one else ever tried to. His fingers, his tongue, his fucking nose — and, oh, God, only you knew how much you loved his nose — working together to make you ascend to heaven.

And he stopped, just as you were close enough to feel the orgasm climbing through your body, burning on your skin and rushing into your breath. His face was half-lit as he stood up; his hand was still firmly holding on to your thigh, keeping it the height of his waist, restricting you from getting any kind of consolation. Nonetheless, you tried to force your legs together, and you didn’t fight the frustration with a whine when he got even closer, forcing them wide.

On purpose or not, you were capable of feeling him against you, hard, trapped in the tight pants he was still wearing. You wondered how much pleasure he got just from going down on you.

— Stay still. Don’t make me repeat it.

Light outlined his features, tracing the lines of his mouth and nose. His gaze became more intense, as they were brought from the shadows by the golden light that timidly reached them and made them shine. In the fading light, you could find the passion in his stare, devouring you with his gaze and condemning you to the sentence he was carefully planning on his devilish mind. His lips caught yours in a glimpse before your mind had a chance to fight the state of near hypnosis his looks were inducing you on. You could savor yourself on his lips. It tasted well. Lust and champagne.

He took you on his lap, both of your legs around him, both his hands firmly on your ass, under the dress. Carlos put you on the floor next to the window that led to the balcony, with your back turned to the outside.

— Do you still want to dance?

The music was still playing, entering the room through the crevices of the windows, and floating from the hallway, sliding underneath the door and occupying the space that was previously filled with moans and sighs. On the back of your arm, you could sense the cold waft.

— Not now.

He nodded with a smile, while he started to unbutton his cufflinks. You followed his movements, the way his slender fingers moved so meticulously, yet so carelessly. At the same time, you could feel his gaze on you, making your mind race: why is he taking so long?

— Open the door. — He said after a few seconds, making a gesture with his head directing you to open the door behind you. Some confusion came into your mind. The night was getting cold, people were right there, just a few meters away from the balcony. He didn’t give you the chance to pronounce the totality of the word why. — Do what I ask of you. Open the door.

The metal was cold against your hand. You moved the doorknob and pushed the heavy door until you heard him say it was enough. The music was no longer muted. It entered clear into the room, paired with the cold breeze that only needed a few seconds to make your skin prickle. In the garden, people kept dancing, moved by the timed melody, perfectly conducted. Meanwhile, inside you, an orchestra was playing out of tune - low and high tones out of stepped in and out of rhythm.

It took his touch to make the notes fit the staff. A kiss on your shoulder, another on the crook of your neck. Another kiss on your temple, as he breathed in the smell of your hair, while his hand smoothed it down, making it fall over your other shoulder. No rush. Your orchestra rediscovered the rhythm, returning to the tone he was imposing. You leaned your head back. His lips reached your ear, your jaw, the corner of your lips. His hands slid around your waist, hugging you and pulling you against him. He had taken off his shirt. The skin on his chest burned against your bare shoulders.

And then he truly reached your lips and suddenly, the rhythm switched. There was urgency in his kiss, haste in his gestures as he turned you around and roamed your back to find the zipper of the dress. The symphony grew. He was quick. Your torso was freed from the tight corset and your chest was exposed to him. He was the one to part from the kiss and pull away. He found delight in the sight in front of him, and he allowed himself to admire the way the diamonds were disposed on your cleavage, cascading down between your breasts. He let the dress fall around you, leaving you naked in front of him. The legs pressed together, the subtlety bent knees to fight the pressure on your feet - the bittersweet pain you kept enduring - the hardened nipples, from the contact with the cold air of the early morning.

His fingers fell on the curve of your waist and started moving. His eyes followed the path they were tracing. A simple touch ignited a fire you couldn’t ease. Your body was slowly being taken by those imaginary flames, consuming you whole, both your mind and body, as he was allowing his hands to reclaim you. He took your breast in his hand. His thumb rubbed your nipple before he bent down and put his lips around it. Your legs pressed against each other with desperation.

— Carlos, please.

Looking down, you could see the trace of saliva his lips and tongue had let on your breasts. You could also see the deviant smile on his lips, as he lightly bit the pale skin around the nipple. A whine fled from your mouth, so shameless and careless. Not for one second did you remember that the slightly open door could carry the sound outside.

— Please, what? What do you want?

Carlos’ provocative self was the best about him. The man exuded confidence. And everything about him was worth the confidence. The way he touched you, kissed and manipulated your body, taking ownership of you, without ever neglecting the chivalry that always existed in him. It was impossible to not fall for him and the aura he created around himself.

You held his face with both of your hands and made him look at you. Now you could see him clearly - the hair falling on his forehead, the trimmed beard sharpening his jawline, his parted wet lips, that could bring you heaven and hell at the same time.

— Could you please fuck me properly and stop playing? — You could swear you saw his mouth watering when he heard those words, said with such calm and ease that they didn’t even sound as dirty as they were.

— No. — You fucking tease. — I’m having too much fun denying you the things you want the most.

— Both of us can play this game. — He chuckled under his breath and shook his head as his hand trekked its way back to your breast, this time squeezing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He let it go a short moment after, but it was enough time to make your body shake with the sting.

— You are too well behaved for that. — His thumb laid on your lower lip. He traced the humid flesh, hot and slippery, first with the thumb, and then with his index. — Open. — He murmured. And then he slid two of his fingers inside your mouth. — And you just proved it without noticing.

You sucked on his fingers while looking into his eyes. Your prudish side perished every time his gaze fell on you, ever since the first time you stood in front of him and you allowed yourself to fall into his graces and be intoxicated by his radiance. All it took was his stare, capable of looking into your soul and capturing your deepest wishes, to make you discover a dark submissive side you didn’t know you had.

His tongue roamed his lips, pulling his bottom lip inside and biting it as he took pleasure in the sight of your lips wrapped around his fingers. You only lost eye contact when you closed your eyes and brought your lips to the base of his fingers, taking them whole in your mouth. You extended your hand and let your fingers find his warm skin, sensing the fuzz near the waistband of his pants. Your hand slid into the fabric and you pressed the palm of your hand against it. You unzipped the pants and your hand slid to the interior of his boxers right away. You could feel it hard, beating on your hand. Warm, needy, sensitive, and his reaction didn’t take long. Carlos moaned through his teeth, right the second he felt your digits. Your name, wrapped in a moan, slid through his lips. And, God, hearing that was like throwing wood into an already blazing fire.

Carlos took his fingers from your mouth and observed your face, while threads of saliva came off his fingers and fell to your lips. He kicked off his shoes, rubbing them against each other, and got rid of his pants and boxers.

The next time you felt him, was between your legs. His fingers worked his way through your soaked folds, sliding with little resistance. You spread your legs and placed your hand on his shoulder, finding support in his body, as he hugged your waist and held you against him. His body was warm. His skin felt like leather and smelled like pine. He had his head down, bent to reach your face, his lips against yours.

— Joder. — He whispered against your lips. — I could have touched you like this right away. You’re so fucking wet for me.

Your body jolted against him as he provoked you with the motions. And then, he slid two fingers inside you. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, letting his scent reignite the fire his mouth had started moments before. You could feel him straining against your belly. You moved your hips to meet his hand and to find some friction against him. You heard him grunt, and clamped his hand on your waist, making you shiver and probably marking your skin.

You cried for more and Carlos added his thumb into play. Two fingers inside you and another one touching your clit. Your fingers scratched his shoulders and back, in an attempt to find the support your trembling legs couldn’t provide. The tight embrace of his arm and the feeling of his fingers inside you weren’t enough anymore. Your groans broke into an inconsolable prayer, as his name slipped through your mouth in pleas. Your lips pressed together as you felt him come out of you. The wet fingers left behind an emptiness that tortured you. You looked at him.

— Do you wanna have a taste? — His eyes laid on the coated fingers, waiting for your response. You nodded while you parted your lips, waiting for him to fill them again. You cleaned his fingers, now truly tasting your own mess. Carlos’ gaze fixed on your mouth, his head tilted as he watched you. — Do you like it? — You nodded, again. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you right after. — You are so good for me. Now, bend over. I would like to stop playing and properly fuck you.

Oh fuck. Your heart skipped a beat. Finally. You did as he commanded. You turned around and almost immediately he grabbed you from behind. The only support you could find was the metal of the balcony door. In those seconds, while Carlos took his time to align himself with you and entered you with little resistance, the world was completely muted around you. No music, no voices. Just the feeling of him, inside you, making your back curve and your head lean backward, on his shoulder. Carlos was still for a moment. You moved your hips, pleading for him. So needy. He began to move. He breathed deeply next to your face, his lips sometimes grazing against your ear.

— Always so tight. So fucking perfect.

He had the self-control to whisper those words, you could swear you wouldn’t be capable of doing the same if you weren’t biting your lip that hard. Carlos was moving slowly and so were your hips, but in the opposite direction, moving against him. He had one of his hands on your neck, holding your head against his shoulder. His fingers pressing exactly on the right spots, with enough strength to make your body and head rush. He was filling you, holding you, moaning in your ear, making sure you were satisfied. You were there soaking it up, blasting on the pleasure he was giving you, but each second you were craving for more. Between moans and whimpers, you told him so. And he responded shortly after. A violent throb made you lean forward, his grip on your neck intensifying and your weight falling onto the door. The door wobbled in its place and the metal clanged loudly.

— Oh, fuck! — And you were right. You weren’t capable of holding it as Carlos did. Your voice escaped louder than you excepted it to. That and the clank of the metal were enough to rouse the attention of a few of the people in the garden. Your whole body thickened.

— Shit. — He muttered. Carlos found your hands and redirected them to the wall. — Here. It’s safer. — You were not looking at him but from the way his words were sounding, Carlos was taking the most fun out of the situation. He chuckled under his breath as he felt you relax as your hands landed on the solid stone.

And just like before, he filled you in one time. The only difference was that this time, the wall caught your weight. You could feel your skin burning and at the same time shiver from the cold wind entering the room. The duality of sensations was driving you insane. Carlos was driving you insane. Your mind was completely taken, you could not spare a thought. Your legs were shaking and your hands were failing. You knew you were on your limit and only you knew how desperately you needed to reach it.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, pulling your body away from Carlos. Now you felt the cold against your hot, sweaty back where the beads of sweat slid like gold. Carlos put his hands on your hips, holding you as he lunged at you, sparing no strength or mercy. You kept your lips pressed together, your fists clenched and all that escaped you were silent moans, whimpers that you stifled.

— Can I cum? Please. — You begged.

— Wait. I wanna look at you. — You feel a void and a cry left your mouth. He turned you around and took you in his arms. Your whole body shook when your back touched the stern wall. A wave crashed into you when you felt him again inside you. A slurred groan lingered as you felt him move, so slowly, aiming for all the right places. He admired your expression. The tilted head, the closed eyes and the parted wet lips. The way your hair looked against the wall and fell down your shoulders. — You can come for me now, love.

Wave after wave of pleasure slammed you, as your orgasm hit and made your whole body shake. Carlos continued his movements. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and your head fell on his shoulder. Your body melted next to him and at the same time trembled violently. You let out a broken sob, his name wrapped around a moan, as your body fought the overstimulation he brought on you, while he pursued the orgasm that didn’t take long.

— You were so good for me, my love. — He took you off the wall. His arms wrapped around you lovingly as he walked to the bed. He laid you down and walked away from you. Your body shook when you felt him move, again, this time to slide out of you. Involuntarily, a whine fled your mouth the second you stopped feeling him inside.

Your breathing was unbalanced, your body tired and your eyes closed. The only thing you felt, after a few seconds of total peace, was his touch near your ankles. Carlos took off your heels and put them on the floor and then he knelt at the foot of the bed and massaged your feet. Finally, relief.

— You did so well. You were perfect. — You smiled. A tender smile, as you felt dazed by the emotions your body had just gone through. He planted a kiss on the back of both your feet and then got up to come closer to your face and kiss your forehead. — Should we go downstairs and ask for a valsa?

You laughed softly.

— Let’s just enjoy the music from here.

So, hello!

I hope you enjoyed reading this! It’s my first one shot, so I would (really really really) appreciate any feedback.

I hope to come back here again with some other works because Carlos Sainz is a great source of inspiration and my mind is buzzing with the possibilities.

If you are reading this it *probably* means that you have read the whole thing, so: thank you very much!

Check my new work: tightrope!

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