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JingJing moaned silently as she felt hands on her throat, sliding down her collarbones before settling on her covered breasts. She watched the TV screen in front of her, pretending to remain unbothered, but still attuned to the hands which were now fondling her breasts through the dress. And it wasn't kind in any way.
"J-Jan." She called out into the silence of the room, but only heard a shushing sound as a reply. Behind the dark-haired model, Jan placed her chin on JingJing’s shoulder. "I'm being generous right now, considering how pissed I feel."
JingJing felt a dread wash over her when the screen showed a sudden crash which had Jan's hands tightening on an innocent tit.
"Was that--" JingJing didn't get to finish her sentence as she watched her dress be torn open from the front. She gasped in surprise and felt a rush of arousal pool in her panties at the other woman's strength. "I could've won that race." Jan muttered, more to herself, than to the woman sitting between strong thighs, flush against her front. JingJing knew how Jan would behave whenever she couldn't win a race because of circumstances out of her control. But Jan would remain calm and collected in front of everyone else. She knew how to smile at the camera very professionally, as if nothing was wrong.
But JingJing knew the real Jan, who had nothing in control behind closed doors, except for JingJing's body and her reactions.
For Jan, the dark-haired model was a distraction, a playmate of sorts who would make her feel better after a shit day. And also, whenever Jan wanted. At least, that was what had been agreed upon when JingJing's company had signed a contract for her to have a fake public relationship with the driver.
It wasn't like JingJing wasn't popular enough or capable enough to actually succeed on her own, but that Jan had been an untapped market that immediately brought her more work and recognition.
A female F1 driver from the same country, and one who was interested in women - that was all it took for multiple actresses, singers, models, and famous influencers to throw themselves at Jan. But Jan had chosen JingJing herself to assume the role of a girlfriend, and she had done so with a contract which was more in JingJing's favor than in Jan's.
"The understeer was terrible." Jan muttered, completely lost in her own world while her hands remained attached to JingJing's heaving chest. She mindlessly tweaked the model’s nipples, pulling at them unconsciously, but receiving a very alert moan from the other woman. JingJing had just returned from an event when Jan had called her over to the large sofa, and that was where she had been for the past few minutes, bearing the torture of Jan’s immaculate touch.
JingJing felt her heart thudding in her chest, with sudden worry. Seeing the driver behind her flipping multiple times before crashing into the side wall of the race track on TV wasn't something she had seen before.
Of course, Jan had been in crashes before but none which were as terrible as the one on screen now. "A-Are you okay?" The model whispered, feeling the silence inside the living room suffocate her while the other woman's hands were groping her with rising frustration. Jan snapped out of her head for a moment, blinking away from the silent screen and over to the woman in her arms. JingJing's head was turned towards her as she stared with an innocent concern. Their faces were impossibly close together and Jan could smell the mint in JingJing’s breath.
Jan furrowed her eyebrows before moving a hand to the model's throat and curling around it. JingJing gasped as she felt her eyes close with a masochistic desire. "If I wasn't okay, would I be here seconds away from fucking you?"
JingJing's mouth fell open as her chest rose and fell with quick succession, catching the driver's attention. She could smell the model's perfume and it was intoxicating enough for Jan to push her nose against the side of her neck.
She breathed the clear jasmine scent rising off of JingJing's soft skin, and her mouth was quick to begin leaving kisses there.
"I told them the car wasn't right yesterday." Jan mumbled as she bit into JingJing's neck, bringing out a guttural moan from the model's lips. "It cost me my fucking race."
Jan's hands become rougher as they pushed JingJing's strapless bra upwards before resuming their place on bare tits. Now, with her torso exposed, JingJing could feel the warmth of Jan's palms properly as the woman fondled her with abandon. And while she played with her chest, Jan left hickeys all over her neck and shoulder, unconcerned of the explanations JingJing would have to give to her manager later.
And the model didn't quite care either. She knew what she was in the moment. She was Jan's glorified, living and breathing sex doll. She didn't get to control Jan; she just had to absorb everything the driver was doing to her. That was what she had signed up for.
The screen in front of them, suddenly cut to Jan's interview after she had gone back to the paddock. JingJing watched the relaxed posture and the charming smile on the driver's face. Even after she had been out of the race, she looked fine. But JingJing saw through the facade. She could see the overthinking woman, who was controlling her urge to ruin something just like her race had been ruined.
Fortunately for Jan, JingJing was that something.
Jan's lips moved upwards as she trailed kisses to her cheek and in a swift motion, turned JingJing's head to capture her lips.
The kiss had been messy and numbing as Jan moved against JingJing's lips with a forcefulness she didn't need. JingJing was her willing victim already as she opened her mouth with a moan and allowed Jan to explore it with her tongue.
And while their lips remained joined, Jan slid one of her hands down to JingJing's thigh. Pulling on the fitted dress, Jan searched for an opening and found it as soon as she pooled most of the dress by JingJing's hip.
The model moaned feeling the driver’s palm between her legs. Their kiss broke as JingJing leaned forward, forcing her legs to close tightly around Jan's invading hand.
Jan clicked her tongue at the action, before bringing her other hand down onto JingJing's thigh with a clap. The sound reverberated in the silence of the living room, as well as echoing in the model's ear. But it wasn't the sound which had her spreading her legs slowly. It was the sharp stinging on her thigh and the hand which had pinched it after. "Keep your legs open for me, dear girlfriend." Jan's voice had turned heavier with arousal as she moved a hand against JingJing's covered pussy.
"You're wetter than usual." The model gasped when Jan pushed two finger tips against her soaking panties.
She didn't want to admit it but she had melted as soon as Jan had pulled her to herself on the sofa, making her sit there while she watched herself crashing, with her hands playing with JingJing's body. JingJing moaned wantonly, wrapping her arm behind Jan's neck.
The driver pushed JingJing's panties aside and immediately brought two long fingers to the tight opening. JingJing bit her lip from moaning aloud, grasping onto Jan's arm with her other hand.
"J-Jan."
"Hm." Jan hummed, pushing her digits inside the tight heat waiting to be explored. JingJing's hips bucked as Jan was quick to shove her fingers inside of her. And with no stalling, Jan began a rough pace, fucking JingJing with two fingers and a desire to forget.
But Jan rarely ever did. The one thing she always remembered was the mistakes and blunders on track. Her inability to control the outcomes of the races. She couldn't forget what had happened today or what she felt during and after the crash. JingJing's eyes widened as Jan's fingers twisted in the tightness of her pussy, and she clenched around them like a pulsating organ.
"You're always so, God damned, tight."
JingJing moaned loudly, feeling herself already near an orgasm with the way Jan was driving her digits inside of her. It was as if JingJing had become a part of Jan's race, and Jan wanted to have maximum pace.
The model's climax had been sudden as JingJing's eyes rolled completely back and her hips bucked upwards, causing Jan's fingers to reach further inside. JingJing let out a pleasure-filled scream and squirted out onto Jan's hand. But she didn't just cause a mess on the driver's hand, she had also ruined her own dress and the sofa beneath her.
Jan breathed in JingJing's ear, closing her eyes. She felt a little better now, as if something had lifted off her shoulders. But then her eyes opened and she witnessed herself on the screen. The looping video of the crash and her own interview. Something she had playing for her own realization.
"Take off the dress." She mumbled and backed away from the model, leaving JingJing a trembling mess. She blinked away the exhaustion of an orgasm and her previous work event, before standing up on wobbling legs.
Jan sat comfortably as JingJing worked on removing the torn and ruined dress. "I'll buy you more dresses." Jan spoke to the model's back, watching the creamy skin appear as soon as JingJing stepped out from the dress. The model turned around, gazing down at the driver, who glanced behind her.
JingJing settled onto Jan's thighs, straddling her, before grabbing at her soft cheeks. Jan frowned as she found her attention turning away from the screen and back to the model before her. "J-Just look at me." Her words were filled with conviction despite being timid. Jan stared at JingJing for a while before she brought a hand to the model's hair, fisting a handful and pulling slightly. "I don't remember ever giving you permission to demand my attention."
The model was tired and maybe that had given her a strange courage to talk back to the driver. "The race is over." She whispered, wrapping her arms around tense shoulders awkwardly. "There are more races to win, and I know you can win them all."
Jan frowned as she pushed JingJing's head closer to hers. "You're using your tongue a lot today and not for what I want."
JingJing's breath hitched as Jan pushed her away with a harsh glare. "You know what I hate, don't you?" She growled and JingJing felt her body come alive at the dread of actually doing something without Jan's permission. Like straddling her when she was only ordered to remove her dress. "Get on your knees." The command was clear and JingJing was obeying immediately. The hand fisting her hair remained as Jan pushed JingJing's head between her legs. JingJing watched with glistening eyes as Jan unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped with no hurry. She simply stared at the anticipation on JingJing's face, eager to please. For a moment, Jan felt her heart slam against her ribs with the urge to hold the model in her arms, but she shoved the desire down, just like she did for her pants.
JingJing helped her pull the jeans down strong thighs before completely taking them off. The same was done for her boxers, and finally, JingJing was able to see how similar Jan had been to her in terms of arousal.
"Get to work." Jan ordered, pushing JingJing closer to her sex, and the model obeyed happily. She licked at Jan's clit first, wrapping her lips around the bud, getting a groan of encouragement from the driver. Hearing it had JingJing's heart soaring with satisfaction. She could already feel herself leaking onto the wooden floor just from pleasuring Jan.
Jan grunted when JingJing licked down to her folds, pushing the hot tongue inside her. "J-Jingjing."
The model looked up at the driver, who was already staring down at her with an intensity that had the model shuddering.
Before JingJing could continue her ministrations on Jan's pussy, she was pulled up by her hair. A gasp escaped her lips when Jan had her settle between strong legs.
Jan's lips crashed onto the model's as she aligned their centers together, moving JingJing like a ragdoll. The model was never unsurprised by the strength of the driver, who could easily rearrange the model’s limbs around herself with ease. JingJing was always aroused when Jan was forceful and frustrated. It gave her an edge which made her more transparent. More vulnerable.
JingJing moaned as she felt the friction and wetness of Jan's sex against her own. She wrapped her arms tightly around rigid shoulders which worked on moving JingJing's hips against her own. Jan was doing all the work, while the model allowed her body to be controlled by the driver.
Jan's fingers grasped onto her hips with a severe tightness, capable of leaving marks, as she began pulling JingJing closer. Their hips met with sharp and messy thrusts. JingJing pushed her face into Jan's neck, breathing in the driver's musky scent. She could feel the delicious friction against her clit and the wetness of her own arousal mixing with Jan's.
They were moving against each other with a need that transcended reaching a simple orgasm. Jan had the wild desire to actually fuse with the model somehow. If they could become one, she wouldn't need to worry about seeing the model one last time.
"J-Jan, I'm c-close." JingJing murmured hotly against Jan's throat, as her hips were moved in a lewd dance against Jan's body.
Jan grunted as she felt herself near the edge as well. Her eyes closed for a moment, while she slapped a hand against JingJing's ass, receiving a surprised gasp. "C-cum." Jan commanded, feeling herself completely lose against the control she convinced herself of having.
JingJing's climax had been erratic as it washed over her like a bucket of hot water. Her skin burned with Jan's touches as her pussy pulsated around nothing at all. She fell into the driver's arms, losing all strength in her limbs.
Her eyes were also threatening to close as Jan shifted them both on the sofa. She placed JingJing flat, whilst getting up. The model was hardly in her senses now, but she still opened her eyes to see the driver. "H-hold me." Her request had been soft but the implication had been loud and jagged. It stabbed into Jan's already weakening heart and she frowned at how delectable the woman still looked.
JingJing's eyes widened despite the exhaustion as she was flipped onto her stomach. A loud moan tore from her throat as three fingers were shoved into her tight heat. Jan hovered over the model's gorgeous body, thrusting her long digits so far into JingJing that it had her thrashing.
Jan was relentless in her movements, wanting nothing more than to completely wreck the model. "You're always such a damned distraction, JingJing." She spat, spanking the model's ass, punishing her for something she wasn't even aware of doing.
JingJing felt so weak from all the orgasms, she only took the brutal thrusts inside of her overstimulated pussy with moans and limpness. She didn't move as she remained on her stomach, hearing the pounding of her heart in her ears. She could also hear Jan's digits pounding into her which was louder in the living room. Each thrust followed a wet clap of Jan's palm against JingJing's ass.
Jan's fingers curled inside JingJing suddenly and the model's tired eyes widened. She raised her ass with a loud moan, providing more access to the driver, but it only had Jan's fingers going deeper and harsher inside her.
JingJing cried as Jan had found the soft spot which drove her wild with pleasure. Her eyes shut tightly as she felt herself tip over the edge with a long whine and a scream mixed into one helpless sound.
Her hips fell back down as spasms wracked through her body. Jan slowed her pace, enjoying the show of JingJing's complete surrender and ruin, as well as how her pussy leaked juices onto the sofa obscenely.
JingJing panted, feeling the exhaustion turning into sleep but before she could allow herself the luxury, Jan was lifting the model up, easily.
JingJing opened her eyes and watched herself be picked up with no problem. She watched Jan's furrowed eyebrows and the tightness in her jaw as she navigated them towards the bedroom.
Jan's shoulders were still tense as she brought JingJing inside the bedroom and over to the large bed. She placed the dark-haired woman gently, turning to head over to the bathroom, but JingJing held onto her hand.
"C-Can we cuddle?" She found herself asking. To her, the sofa outside had been warmer than the large bed because Jan had occupied the sofa. The bed, however, had been devoid of any warmth and JingJing wanted Jan's heat more than anything else, engulfing her even after their shared passion.
Jan frowned, staring at the model silently. They were both barely dressed and the central air conditioning was pushing them both towards a slumber they couldn't ignore.
Despite her head telling her not to, Jan circled the bed and got in beside JingJing. The model turned to the driver with a happy and surprised smile, before clinging to her tightly.
Jan sighed, feeling the warmth of JingJing's spent body. She pulled the covers over them both before laying down properly.
Their limbs were as intertwined as their thoughts at the moment as both of them wondered about this sudden domestic feeling. Jan usually tried to keep herself away from JingJing after she was done using her for her own pleasure. There was no after care or whispered sweet nothings after a session. It was just sex to her. A means to rid herself of her frustrations.
But today was different.
And it was different because of the race.
Specifically, the crash Jan had survived.
JingJing made slow circles onto Jan's abdomen, feeling the tightness of her muscles. She had a leg pulled over Jan's thigh possessively while nuzzling her nose against Jan's throat.
"When I crashed today," Jan cleared her throat, pulling the model closer to her body stiffly. "I-I thought about you."
The model's eyes widened and she raised her head to look at the driver better. Jan met her eyes with an intensity which had JingJing drawing a shaky breath before asking. "W-What about me?"
It didn't take long for Jan to envision herself back inside her car. She had been struggling with the understeer ever since the qualifications a day before, but her engineers either hadn’t listened to her or had done not much to fix the problem. And then the race was compromised because she couldn't control her own damned car.
But while she had tried desperately, she had failed miserably, and it had resulted in the car completely turning on a straight going above 300 mph and flipping over.
Jan had felt each spin, each contact of asphalt against carbon fiber and metal. She could feel each shake and jolt until she was upside down in the car, against a side wall.
And that wasn't even the worst part of it all. The part which had frustrated Jan wasn't the thought of losing the race while she wasn't even sure she could still be able to race any future races anymore. It was the part where she was devastated about not getting to see JingJing one last time if this was the end of her life.
"I didn't want to die without seeing you."
JingJing had seen the seriousness of the crash but it hadn't harmed Jan physically. But now she understood, while the driver's body was unharmed, her mind had been completely rattled.
"W-Were you afraid?" Jan frowned at the question. "Of dying?" JingJing nodded slowly. She didn't know if she actually did want to hear the answer, and what she could even do about it. But Jan's answer had been one JingJing didn't expect at all. "I was afraid of losing you."
The soft admission had settled over JingJing like a warm blanket on a winter evening. She felt her heart pick up speed quickly and she wondered if it was the result of dating a racer. Fake-dating.
JingJing's eyes dimmed with the thought and Jan witnessed it. Bringing a hand to cup the woman's cheek, Jan smiled slightly. It felt odd seeing her smile when all she mostly did was frown around her in private. "If my confession made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry. We can pretend I never said –"
The model was quickly planting her lips onto Jan's in an unhurried kiss. "It's not that." JingJing relayed, breaking away from her. "I-I just don't want to get hurt." She had confessed timidly, with her eyes closed so as to not see the driver's reaction.
Jan let out an amused sigh. She wondered why the model hadn't figured her out by now. "The only way I'll hurt you is through sex." Jan whispered hotly getting a gasp from the other woman, who was quick to hide her flushing cheeks against Jan's shoulder. "I'm serious!" JingJing muttered. "You're kind of moody and unpredictable."
Jan scoffed, offended but also begrudgingly agreeing with the model. She remained silent for a moment before sighing in defeat. "I'll try to keep that at a minimum."
JingJing raised her head to study Jan's expressions, surprised at how easily the driver had relented to her. "Will you also hold me whenever I want you to?"
"I'm holding you right now, aren't I?"
"Okay." JingJing smiled, pushing her face back into Jan's shoulder. "We can try real dating then."
Jan hummed in satisfaction of the answer, closing her eyes with relief and exhaustion. But a sudden thought had her opening them up again. "We can still have sex while real dating, right?" She frowned when she didn't receive an answer.
Raising her neck slightly, she found JingJing completely knocked out. Jan watched the model for a moment, tracing her features with her eyes, before dropping her head back on the pillow. "I'd be okay with dying now." She mumbled to herself with a satisfied sigh before letting herself drift away as well.