REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

The New Girl [2] - [Mobster!Charles]

A/N: dedicated to and inspired by ideas of onebeelover

WORDCOUNT: 1633

WARNINGS: nsfw (unprotected sex, public sex if you squint)

SYNOPSIS: You're the new girl serving the VIP lounge in Charles' club, and the previous time you met your boss has left quite the impression on him, which is why you're meeting him in his office after your shift tonight.

"Oh, honey," one of your colleagues whistled when you got out of the dressing rooms. "You look incredible, are you going out?" She asked. "I guess I can say that," you mused, tucking some of your hair behind your ear. You had pushed your work shirt and skirt into your bag, wearing a Bordeaux red velvet, bodycon dress. "Well, get some," she giggled, kissing your cheek before getting into the dressing rooms. You chuckled while looking at her from over your shoulder. You let out a soft breath, and instead of heading towards the employee's exit in the back of the building, you made your way upstairs, where Mr. Leclerc's office was located. A guard stood in front of his door, but he made way when he recognized you and let you reach for the handle. You paused, deciding to knock at first before opening the door. Charles looked up from his laptop, seated behind his large desk in his spacious office. "Hello, gorgeous," Charles spoke up, and you closed the door behind you, leaning against it.

"Hi," you said, your eyes sparkling in the low lights. His eyes fell onto your appearance, admiring the way the dress fitted your curves, the thigh high boots that hugged your thighs. "Just when I thought you couldn't get more beautiful," Charles grinned, closing his laptop while you pushed yourself off the door and made your way over to him. "You have seen me only once before," you said, a small smile curling your lips. "Very true," Charles mused. "You didn't come down today," you mentioned while leaning back against his desk. "I had work to do, darling," he explained. You nodded, letting your eyes glide over his black button-up, the necklace around his neck and the ring around his finger. "Would you like to have a drink?" Charles asked, reaching for the bottle of Scotch while picking up two glasses. "Well, why not?" you replied. He handed you the glass, and clinked his with yours. To your surprise, you fell into a serious conversation, and he asked about your life and why you came to work at his club.

While you thought your life wasn't that interesting, he listened quietly, asked some more here and there. Charles didn't speak much about his own life, and he definitely left his business out of the conversation. The second glass of Scotch made you feel rosy, a little lightheaded, and it only increased the butterflies in your stomach at the sight of Charles seated back in the large chair, you still seated on the surface of his desk. He was telling you something, but your eyes wandered down his shirt that emphasized his amazing physique so well, his slacks that were tight in all the right places. He knew you lost your attention to his story, and he stopped talking, looking at the way you sucked your lower lip into your mouth, your teeth digging into the flesh before your eyes flickered back up to his, a playful flutter of your lashes and the smile that curled your lips letting his heart sink to the pit of his stomach in such a good way. "Were you listening?" Charles asked then, and you looked up when he stood up, placing his empty glass next to where you were seated.

"Hmm, not really," you admitted, watching him approach you. "I noticed," he mused, coming close enough for you to smell the delicious cologne that lingered around him. Charles' fingertips brushed over your cheek, towards your chin, to lift your head a little. "Will you listen to me when I ask you to do as I say?" Charles asked, and you felt the heat rushing down your body when gazing into his blue eyes. "Yes... Mr. Leclerc," you purred, visibly content with yourself in a way that caused him to grin. "Good girl," he praised, leaning forward. Your lips brushed together, and it was as if he just wanted a taste, a preview before properly capturing your lips between his. His mouth firmly pressed against yours, his tongue licking your lower lip. Charles' hands curled around your hips, and he pulled you to the edge of his desk. He easily turned you around, and you braced yourself against it by placing your hands flat on the surface. You felt his hardening member against the back of your thigh, his lips on your neck, while his hands were riding up the material of your dress.

You enjoyed the way his fingers rushed over the newly exposed skin, how his palms grabbed the flesh of your ass and pulled you closer, but you let out a breathy laugh, pushing him back. Charles was about to grab your wrists, however, his eyes eagerly watched you undress, revealing the white laced set you were wearing. He cursed under his breath, his hand between your shoulderblades pushing you over his desk again. Your back arched slightly, letting out a surprise yelp when his palm roughly spanked your ass. "Fucking gorgeous, darling," Charles muttered. His palm slapped against your other ass cheek, making your teeth sink into your bottom lip. He soothed the stinging skin only briefly, his fingers wandered off to your thong, pulling it aside. Two of his fingers slid through your folds, feeling the slick of your wetness. Charles spread it slowly, his fingertips drawing patterns on your swollen clit. Sweet sparkles shot up your spine, a sigh leaving your mouth when his fingers sunk knuckle deep in your pussy again. Charles watched you squirm in response, his fingers setting a pace that made your knees cave in within a matter of time.

A moan left your lips when he withdrew his fingers again, rolling them over your high-strung nub of nerve endings again, and you could feel the release gnawing at the tightening coil in your lower abdomen. You looked over your shoulder when his hands left your body, and they unzipped his slacks. You turned around, tugging on the buttons of his shirt. You decided to just rip them in the end, baring his body to your eyes. His hand locked around your jaw caused your lips to collide in a rough kiss, which was ended by him soon after when he bent you over his desk again. The head of his cock brushed over your clit before filling you up, the stretch letting a burning pleasure ripple through you. Your fingers curled around the edge of the desk, curses and moans falling out of your mouth. Charles gave you a short moment to adjust, his hips then bucking into you with force. Your eyebrows furrow together as your eyes nearly rolled back, sucking in a harsh breath when your teeth bit into your lip again. Skin against skin sounds filled his office, obscene sounds from your wetness merging with the grunts and moans from both of you.

Charles looked down at his member sliding in and out of you, the white lace still adorning your body. His hands slide over your waist, squeezing your skin. He pulled your bralette down, your breasts spilling from the thin material as his fingers pulled and played with your nipples. You were a trembling mess, and you whimpered when you looked at him from over your shoulder, his shirt messily undone, his abdomen flexing with each thrust. His eyes were closed, and pleasure looked incredibly good on him. Charles' thrusts became rougher, and all you cared about was how good it felt to have him pounding into your core. Each thrust send shockwaves of pleasure up your spine, the coil in your stomach white-hot and ready to snap with the sweet stimulation of your g-spot. Charles felt your walls gripping him tightly, his fingers digging a little harder into your hips. You started to unravel, your eyes falling closed while trying to brace yourself for the intensity of your orgasm. A high-pitched cry left your mouth, your thighs trembling when you came around him.

Charles stalls inside you, pushing himself deeper and finally emptying himself, the throbbing feeling prolonging your orgasm. His fingers loosened their tight grip on your hips, gently caressing before letting go. "There's a bathroom connected to my office," Charles' voice rasped, and you managed to stand up straight again. You nodded, looking up at him while he fixed his slacks. There was a lazy grin on his lips when he leaned down to kiss your lips. You went to the bathroom to clean up and pee. You pushed your underwear back in place, and you pulled your dress down your body, zipping it up on the side. Charles had poured in two more glasses of liquor, and he hadn't bothered to do something about his shirt. You chuckled, leaning against his desk again while taking a glass from him. "When's your next shift?" Charles asked. "Tomorrow night," you replied. "What about it?" you asked, feeling his hand sliding over your thigh while his lips captured yours again.

"I want to see you again," Charles said, his eyes looking into yours next. "Again?" you asked with a playful tone to your voice. "We can go to my place..." he hummed, his fingertips running over your jaw to your chin. "Will you stop by the lounge during my shift?" you muttered, your nails tickling his abdomen lightly. "Whatever you want, darling," Charles said, kissing you once more.