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I'm Yours - Ch.4 Teenage Dream

Toto's POV

I hear the door open and soon shut as I pack my things. I take a minute to assess my day before going to her immediately. I have never been around anyone who makes me feel or act in such a way. It is not that she is driving me literally insane, but all I can imagine is her taking everything I can give her. That can be up for interpretation for most people, but I mean it emotionally, financially, and mostly physically. This isn't to say that she is someone who is lost and needs a solid figure in their life to help them. But I want to be there for her to release the built-up pressure inside her. I've been making mental notes the entire day on her reactions towards what I do, the consistent blushes (which is fucking adorable), over-apologizing, always working and keeping busy and, most importantly, self-doubting her abilities or things she rightfully earns. She has had a strict upbringing because I exude the same traits, except I'm now established and want to help her. She needs a dominant hand to help her become the person I know she can be. She is a good girl. Hopefully, my good girl and I will do anything to build her up and be more powerful.

Shaking off this inner monologue, I turn to exit the hall and out of the building. I see her in the distance, just admiring the skyline; the shade of orange is beautifully falling on her, and the city, and seeing her brings a smile to my face. Walking towards her, "Ready to get dinner? You can put your things in the trunk of my car while I drive to the place?" This is still surreal for her since she stumbles over her words, "Uhhhh..... sure ...... l-lead the way!" We walked silently as I led the way to the parking garage. I had to slow down my pace so she could walk close by to me and allow her to just slow down for a bit since I knew her day must have been busy, but I glanced towards her. She is on her phone again, typing away on her notes app. I decided to comment on it since I noticed it all day, and I know she isn't doing it intentionally. However, she can't stay in the moment or still. "You are such a busy person. Do you ever get a chance to just stop and relax?" She saves the notes and looks up at me, a little embarrassed, but responds nonchalantly, "Not really, but I like being busy. It fills a void, you know." It makes my heart ache to hear her say that, especially with such poise. Being busy fills a void; this poor girl never gets to have time for herself.

No wonder she is constantly moving, and it's at an alarmingly rapid pace. She doesn't give herself a break; she must be burnt out. I've decided that when she comes to Brackely, she will be close to me, and I will bring her to races to relax. I retort back, since I am confident it needs to be taught, "Y/N, when you start your fellowship, your first lesson is the art of boundaries because you clearly need to learn some." I smirk at her with this comment. I intended for her to know that boundaries are in all aspects of our lives, and she needs to allow me to teach that to her. Pulling me from this thought, "Boundaries have been nonexistent in my life, and I'm always willing to learn new things, so why not." I am at peace that she agrees and senses that this is an actual learning opportunity to build a helpful habit and that she is willing to let me help her.

We headed into the building, repeating the actions I had done earlier, and started leading the way to my car again. She followed closely until I reached the car and popped open the trunk. I place my shoulder bag in the trunk and turn to help her take off her backpack and place it in the trunk. What surprised me was the weight of her bag. It was heavy; no wonder she fell backwards when I bumped into her, "How do you carry such a heavy thing on your back? This must hurt." I am genuinely astonished at the amount of things she goes through. She giggles and tells me it is part of the workout routine, and the comment makes me shake my head; at least she is being humourous about it. I press the button for the trunk to close and try to back her up until she is leaning against the trunk. She turns red from my actions, curious about what I will do and how close I am to her, and she bites her lower lip. I just look her deep in the eyes; I want to do so much but don't know where to begin. I caress her cheek, then switch the positioning of my hand so her cheek is in my palm, and my thumb is swiping her bottom lip; I want to be the only one that tugs at that lip, but to make light of the situation while keeping it intimate, "Ohh... Liebling, you should bite your lip; we will eat soon. You don't want to waste your appetite." But I still swipe my thumb across her trembling lip. I pull away now, lead her to the passenger side, and get her safely in the car as I go to the driver's side and take us to the restaurant.

We both make light conversation during the car ride to the restaurant; I allow her to pick a music station so the car isn't dead silent; it is astonishing how comfortable she is with silence. She is used to solitude because of school and work, so silence is more efficient. She found a station she likes since I can see her bopping her head to the song on the radio. This gives me some peace, and before I even know it, I am pulling up to the place. I hope she really likes it. I never intended to make this evening a date, but I hope she sees I am not just some hotshot Team Principal on the grid; I care for those I work around and try to know everything about them. It's the least I can do when everyone around me makes the same effort to succeed. I pull into the parking lot and park the furthest away. Getting out first, I make my way around to open Y/N's door to let her out; she smiles and thanks me as I shut the door behind her. I sense this is still awkward, but I wonder if she has ever been on a date or been treated like this. Maybe that's why she is nervous; no guy has ever done this. Well, at least I get to set the standards high.

We walk into the restaurant. I give the maître d' my name, and we are immediately seated by the window overlooking the city skyline; she admires the view, and I can only admire her. The menus are set in front of us, and I glance up at her just not to startle her. "Is it alright if I order for the both of us? There are a few things I think you'll like?" "uhhh, Sure, I'm not that picky when it comes to food. All I ask is you not poison me, haha." Her sense of humour is too cute. "No, no, no, don't worry, that will be for another time," I joke back, and she smiles, "Did you also want to have a glass of wine, just so I can get a bottle?" I can see she is a little hesitant; she is thinking, I hope I didn't make her recollect a horrible memory. Maybe I'll repeat, "You don't have to have a glass. It's okay. I’m just offering." "No, no, no, it's fine; I was just thinking I have a light day tomorrow, so one glass won't hurt." That was a bit of a relief; I really didn't want to pressure her into anything.

The waiter returned, and I placed the entire order for both of us, from start to finish, including our wine order. The people here know I like minimal interruptions since I spend most of my time answering emails on my phone. Once he leaves us, she happens to be looking out the window; she seems more relaxed and winding down. I can tell she puts up a front when interacting with faculty and students, a professional one which is appropriate for her situation, but it takes a toll on her. She has one with me right now, but I don't take any offence; she is still shy, and I can only do my best to be less intimidating. As the starters come, she initiates the conversation; her way of recharging is quiet. That's good to note, "What made you want to guest lecture? I know this isn't your first time doing so, but what inspiration are you hoping the audience gets from your content?" She understands that we are in a more intimate setting. It's an excellent question on the passion behind teaching and what brought this opportunity about. She starts picking at the blue cheese salad, which she likes. I would have considered her interested in blue cheese, but she seems satisfied with it or just picking at it. "Well.... the Professor of your course is interested in equity, diversity and inclusion within certain fields. Now, the area of sports is highly different; he saw the transition happening in typical North American Sports, which is a classic route to research. However, there is little discussion on European sports, which consist of cricket, football - your version of soccer, and specifically motorsports. I assume he is a team fan and keeps up the initiatives that Mercedes has been announcing, which is why he brought me to guest lecture a few times ...... As for the interest in speaking to students, I don't see it as 'lecturing to you'....... but rather as a means of a conversation and wanting your inquiry on improving inclusion and equality efforts within the industry. As someone living, breathing and always thinking about Mercedes and F1, you don't see the outsider's perspective. It helps to have younger minds who are more creative to help assess if your actions are truly right or wrong, and when they are, the best part is looking for a creative solution." It was an honest answer, and the best part was seeing how these young minds view the world I live in and how to improve it for others to come and enjoy my passion. I take the chance to start eating the salad; she has eaten about one-fourth of it; she takes the time to absorb what I say but to get some food into her system as well.

Once I'd had a few bites, I asked her, "What brought you to the world of F1?" Midway through chewing and swallowing her bite, she choked a little and started to blush heavily; concerned for her, I brought the glass of water close by so she could have a sip after her little fit and took it appreciatively. After regaining her composure, she still had a rosy colour to her cheeks. I smirked, waiting to hear her answer; it must be ironic if it made her choke slightly on her food. "Would you hate me if I said it was through watching DTS?" She looked up at me shyly, waiting to see if I would be offended; I wasn't. That was the show's purpose: to broaden the audience of those interested in the sport. But I could tell she wasn't telling me the truth, "Which part of DTS interested you?" "Well, the first time I saw the show was Gasley’s episode, and him winning his first podium at Monza. It was a heartfelt episode, especially when they showed how dangerous the sport can get......But before I even decided to watch the show, I did some research on the sport and the remebered that it wasn't the first time I've heard about, but the name Schumacher rang a bell and I used to hear about the sport all the time through a friend who enjoyed the sport..... I got older, and it wasn't until recently I got back into it and watched DTS in full from a year ago and started watching FPs, quali’s and the races..... But I guess it was the Mercedes epsiodes that put it over the edge... your zeal is quite compelling compared to the other Team Principals," She giggles slightly before continuing again, ".... Well, it was you and Steiner. Still, Steiner is in his own catergory because he is just straight up hilarious to watch."

I chuckle at her comment, I can see her interest stems from me, but she won't let on much more; I can tell she is a tad embarrassed if I get the honest response out of her, but the Steiner part is hilarious, when I see him again, I have to tell him that my research fellow thinks he's a joke, he will be pissed in jokingly manner, but he also knows it. The waiter comes to take your starters and place our main. I ordered the Aglio olio peperoncino e gamberi, pasta with seafood. It was light on the stomach but hardy as well. As they set the dishes down, I can't help but see Y/N light up. She must love pasta and/or seafood. I am pleased with my choice; she is right to say she is not picky, but I want to get to know her taste.

Seeing her eyes light up like that makes me feel warm; it's the idea of pleasing and making her happy. I just want to witness it repeatedly. As the waiters left, she started eating; I was glad to see her appetite back; we ate for a while in silence; only now did the gravity of my hunger hit my stomach. I try not to make it out like a vulture who hasn't eaten in days, but my last meal was breakfast and coffee with a pastry; real food feels good in my system. I look up and see she pauses to take a sip from her glass of wine; I can tell she is pacing herself, not wanting to rush. I take this moment as a breather to swallow what I was chewing on, swipe my mouth slightly and sip from the wine. She comments, "Your judgement on food is quite delicious; thank you for the dinner." I smile; I don't want to shy away from her compliment; she is enjoying herself, even after all the teasing I put her through, and the fact she values her time with me is an added bonus, which provides me with a sense of relief on an entire day. "Well, I am happy you agreed to join me for dinner; you are an amazing company with amazing food."

I say this, taking hold of my glass of wine and sipping from it again, ready to finish my plate; she takes a sip and does the same. I demolished my plate of food in no time. Y/N has a little left, but I think she can only eat a little more, judging by how she placed her fork and knife on the plate. I signal for the waiter to get the check ready. I look back at Y/N, and she informs me that she is excusing herself to the washroom, and I nod, needing no further explanation. She went to the restroom, and the waiter brought the bill right over and handed me the machine. I gave a generous tip, as I always do, tapped my card, and he handed me the receipt. I get up from my seat and use the restroom, taking this opportunity to freshen up.

I want to drive her home and make sure she gets home safe, and it's pretty late; I wouldn't want her to take transit home at this hour, especially since her day was long. I return and wait at the table again, but she notices me and turns around. "Ready to go?" "There is more to this evening?" I smirked at her response; she didn't want our time to end, which reassured me of my decision to drive her home. "No, I was going to drive you home; you must be tired, and public transit must take forever this late at night." "Ohh, you don't have it. It's not a problem...." "Please, I insist, Schatzi. Plus, I get to spend a bit more time with you." She blushes at the nickname; it was reflexive to say, but she nods to let me take her home.

We walk out of the restaurant together, her hand slightly brushes against mine; I'm happy that I parked quite a bit away, and I take the chance to hold her hand. She looked down at the gesture and blushed. It was intimate, but I didn't expect her to lean into me a bit; it made me gush inside that she was reacting this way. By all means, she doesn't come off as clingy, but I can tell she likes physical affection. We get to the car, and I open the door for her; she slips in, and I shut the door and rush to the driver's side. I turn on the car and allow her to put her address into the GPS system. The drive is 30 minutes; I see it in a little bit of disbelief. That time is double if she is commuting; how she does that daily is beyond me. Once the car GPS is set up, I exit the place and follow the directions. It is relatively quiet this time of night; it's only really 11pm, and there isn't much traffic either.

I feel more relaxed driving with one hand and resting my arm in the center. I glance slightly at Y/N, and she is eyeing my hand. I keep my eyes focused on the road, but I can't tell if she is uncomfortable with me driving like this. Still, I hear her say, "Can I hold your hand again? I know that's weird to ask, but I liked that....." I briefly turn my head towards her and back to the road to see her shy face inquire on the request, "Yes, of course, I would love that." She places her small hand in mine, delicately intertwining our fingers. She is slightly cold, but not so much that is concerning, but it feels nice in my larger, calloused hands. We continue driving in silence; every now and then, I glance at her to see if she is okay and to look at our hands together; she just makes me feel nice. We are about 10 minutes from her house and making a turn to be on her street soon until I hear her speak up. "I know the GPS is telling you to make a right, but don't do that yet. Head straight until you see an empty parking lot, turn into it, and park the car. I want to spend a bit more time before going home." I stutter a bit; the request is something I will not refuse. "Of... of course."

I follow her directions to the parking lot and turn into a random spot, not caring about the parking. Her focus is still on our hands intertwined, and I study her face. She doesn't want the night to end; she relishes being around me. I hook my finger onto her chin so she can look up at me. Doing so, I can see this intensity in her eyes, almost like a bit of pain that the night will end. I speak up to break the silence, "I really loved spending most of today with you, you know that...." "Really? You did?" "Ya... I, too, don't want our time to end..." I say this and slip my hand from her chin to her cheek. Her eyes flutter shut, and she leans her head into my hand, allowing me to caress her more; I adore her like this. It has me weak. Her voice is strained and soft. "I don't want it to end too...." Fuck it, I'm kissing her. This knife-edging of teasing has gone long enough today. I pull her face towards me and crash my lips onto hers. Her lips are soft and plush and feel incredible against mine; the kiss is feverish, and our lips move in sync. I take this opportunity to let go of her hand and use both my hands to caress her face and tip her head back, trying to deepen the kiss. Her small hands were on my biceps, steading herself and accepting my little gesture, her slightly gasping, giving me a chance for my tongue to enter her mouth. We fight until she seizes my dominance; I feel her slightly pull away and realize we have been kissing for a while and need air. I pull away and see her breathing heavily, and I'm doing the same; she looks at me, and all I can hear is the unbuckling of the seat belt and a mutter of "fuck it." Confused, I glance up at her, coming over to the central console and straddling my lap; I didn't imagine this ever happening in a million years, but I push the seat back more for her to fit. She has both her legs on either side of me; she fits perfectly on my lap, her back in a slight arch, wanting to be closer; it’s her turn to grab my face with her tiny hands and kiss me. She is soft and gentle at first, but after I place my hands on her hips and squeeze slightly, she gasps, and I take the chance for my tongue to enter her mouth again. We both fight longer this time, but wanting to hear that gasp again, I switch things up and bite her bottom lip. I can't resist it much longer, and she gasps again; it's music to my ears, making her arch further into me. I keep doing that, kissing and sucking on her bottom lip, it's like a drug to me, but it elicits her to further press into me.

I feel her pull back again; I take the chance to look at her bottom lip. It's bruised, but I love that I did that to her. Reflexively, my hands move from her hips and run my hands up and down her outer thighs. We both sit still, trying to catch our breath. "Toto..... th... that... was" "heavenily." I was indeed on cloud nine. I could kiss her all day on my lap if I could. I am still running my hands up and down her thighs, her arms wrapped around my neck; I look down at her, getting lost in her beautiful brown eyes, my voice soft but knowing this night has to end.

"I must get you home now, its late..." She nods, knowing that for sure now, the night must end. We stay silent for a bit longer; I suggest, "You can text or call me and I will always answer you back, schatzi." "I can??" My heart aches now to be away from her; I cup her face and kiss her forehead. "Yes, I can't stay away from you." I feel her smile, and she hums in approval of the comment. I run my hands up to her hips again to lift her gently off my lap and to help her in the passenger seat. She buckles her seat belt, and I give her many hands to hold. She instantly intertwines her hand in mine; I gently squeeze her, and she looks up at me and smiles. I hope she knows how much she makes me insane, literally wrapping around her little finger, but I will tell her that another day.

I start up the car and follow the GPS to her home. I park a few houses down, get out of the vehicle, and make my way to open hers. I hold her hand and walk towards the trunk to retrieve her backpack. Pressing the button to close the trunk, I place her bag on top. I cup her face, lean down and kiss her one last time. Her small hands instantly reach for my biceps, needing something to hold one. I tug at her bottom lip a few times, not wanting to forget how it feels and pull away. She looks at me warmly; it aches that I must leave her, "Text me when you get back to the hotel, ya.... I want to make sure you get back safe." She makes me smile; she says the darns of things, but it's sweet that she cares for me, "I will, now walk on home, okay? I want to ensure you get in, okay, flicker the lights when you do, okay?" "Okay.... bye, Toto, and again, thank you. Today was memorable." She grabs her bag and walks towards her house. I see her enter and notice the lights turn on above the garage. It flickers, telling me she is safe

I get in my car and drive back to the hotel. It wouldn't be a long car ride since the roads were empty at this hour. I can't help but brush my fingertips lightly over my lips. They are slightly puffed from the kissing, but it makes me blush. Her lips were perfect on mine, in sync with me, and hearing her gasp was music to my ears. I need to hear more of her; that's all I can think about, wanting more of her around me. She even surprised me by straddling me in the car; it took everything in me not to move my hands lower to grab her ass and grind on her, and even how she was gripping my biceps to keep her steady made me hotter. I can feel my chinos getting uncomfortably tighter, the urge to fuck her, hear her gasp, and moan my name. I want those pretty lips to moan for me; that is all I'm thinking about. I pull into the hotel's underground parking, gladdened that these elevators can lead straight to the floor I'm on, so I don't need to cover my situation up too much but fuck, Y/N has me achingly hard. I open the door to my room and shut it behind me; I walk towards the couch, pull out my phone, find Y/N's contact, and text her.

I just got to the hotel.

Gute Nacht und süße Träume, mein Lieber

Clicking send and placing the phone on the desk, I strip off my clothes; maybe a cold shower will help relieve some of my aches. I hop in the shower and lather my body quickly as the cold water refreshes and awakens. I turn off the tap and wrap a towel around my waist. I head to the sink to brush my teeth, and the sight of my puff lips only makes me hard again. Now, it's not that they were overly puffed; it's just slightly pink from our action, but it ignited the many things I just wanted to do to her. Taking no shame for the thoughts this time, I finish brushing my teeth and exit the washroom. Getting close to the bed, I unwrap the towel from my waist, taking the time to dry my legs, up my thighs, ghost over my ranging hard-on, then my abdomen up to my chest and drying both my arms after then placing the towel to my hair and drying it. I know it's wrong to need to alleviate myself from the thought of fucking her, but I can no longer help it.

I climb into the bed, still naked and run my hand down my abs until I reach my cock; I gently brush my fingertips on the length of it, imagining it was Y/N, her ghost-like touches on me. I do this a few times until I feel the precum dripping down my cock. Fuck I'm a leaking mess, but I encourage my actions; I smear the precum from the tip of my cock over the entire length lubing it up. I imagine I'm running my cock through her pussy lips, feeling her slick and how wet she is for me, probably dripping in anticipation. I make sure my cock is covered in my precum before making a tight fist around my cock and sliding down slowly, just imagining her tight pussy engulfing my length, feeling her clench around me until I bottom out in her. I do this a few times and start picking up the pace. Moving my hand up and down my cock faster, thinking it was her bouncing on my cock, to feel her clench around me, and I start thrusting into her more quickly. I am getting close; in the subspace that I'm in, I can barely recognize that I'm moaning her name, asking her to cum with me. I feel my grip tightening around my cock, wishing it was her walls clenching around me as she cums on my cock, that thought sends me over the edge, her cumming on my cock, and I groan at the spurts of cum land on my lower abs, I don't stop jerking my hand up and down, I imagine her riding it out until her walls don't flutter. How much I could give to make her cum, to feel her pussy on my cock, to feel her warm walls around my length. I lazy jerk to that idea, and I look down, and I'm still hard, fuck if this is the idea of her, I can't imagine what it would be like fucking her or Y/N underneath me. I'm at the point where my imagination runs wild, and I can't help but think of fucking her in the car. Hoping this is the last time I cum to sleep peacefully, I scoop up the cum from my abs and lube my cock on last time, her warm walls being the only thing I can think about, thrusting into her slowly, making sure she can feel my entire length, fuck I can feel that I'm leaking and imagine her pussy just gushing being filled, seeing her eyes roll in pleasure. I jerk my hand faster up and down my cock squeezing tight, wanting it to be her pussy, running it tight over the tip, imagining it brushing her clit and slipping inside her until she cums. That sends me over the edge, the cum shot being more powerful this time around. I let go of my slick cock, satisfied and relieved from the pressure. I finally slip under the bed's covers and let the sleep wash over me, Y/N still on my mind in the haze.

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