(S) Carlos Sainz (6) pt 2

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rivalry
/ˈrʌɪv(ə)lri/
noun
competition for the same objective or for superiority in the same field.

Y/N - your name

Warning: smut coming your way

Why is Carlos such a snack? Spanish people in general. Sorry, I just had to show my appreciation to Carlos and Spanish people. Shout out to all my Spanish readers. Y'all beautiful!

He looks at me with lust filled eyes, "Would you mind if I kissed you, hermosa?" He questions making me shiver at his Spanish accent. "Not at all." I say, barely above a whisper. He leans forward, placing his lips on mine for a lust filled kiss. He bites my lip making me moan as he pulls away. "Could we maybe take this to my hotel room?" He asks with his cheeks turning pink. "Sounds great, hermoso." I say making him chuckle. "I could definitely get used to this." He says pulling me close to his body once standing up. He places his lips on mine once again for a short kiss before we left for his hotel room.

Carlos presses me up against the elevator wall, the cold mirrors causing goosebumps to rise on my skip. Carlos kisses down my neck, leaving lilac marks trailing down my neck to my collar bones. "You're so beautiful, bebé." Carlos whispers in my ear, making me even more aroused than I already am. The ping of the elevator door catches our attention, Carlos grabs my hand, pulling me quickly to his hotel room.

He fumbles with the keys, his hard on pressing against his jeans making me bite my bottom lip. As soon as the door is unlocked, Carlos grabs my hand, pulling me in and closing the door as soon as I'm inside. The room is beautiful with white walls and white sheets with blue decor and pillows around making the room less bland. I'm not given much time to admire the room as Carlos presses me harshly to the cold wall, slamming his lips onto mine for another make out session.

"You're a bad girl." Carlos whispers in my ear making me chuckle. "How so?" I question as he pulls away and stares directly into my eyes causing me to feel a little intimidated. "For supporting this team of yours." He says as he tugs on my shirt. I bite my lip, "So what are you gonna do about it?" I question as I trace shapes on his bulging biceps. "Oh, you will see. All you have to know is..." Carlos leans in, pressing his lips directly over my ears. "Bad girls get punished." He deeply says into my ear.

Before I have time to respond, Carlos smashes his lips onto mine once again. My lips hurt as they have swelled from our intense makeout since leaving the bar up until now. Carlos pulls me close to him, guiding me towards his massive king sized bed. He gently pushes me over, causing me to fall into the plush mattress. I look up at him, enjoying my view, wondering what I would get in just a few minutes.

Carlos takes off his Real Madrid shirt slowly, in an attempt to tease me. I chuckle at him, reaching for my own shirt but his hand stops me. "Let me do it." He says as he leans forward, grabbing the hem of my shirt. "I didn't like this shirt anyway." He says making me chuckle. He takes my shirt off, leaving me in my red lace bra which matches my shirt. He stands back, tossing my shirt in the corner of the room, admiring my body. "You're so fucking beautiful." He says making my cheeks heat up.

Carlos hovers over me, pressing soft kisses down my neck towards my breasts. "Lift up." He demands. I do so as I arch my back allowing Carlos to unclip my bra. He pulls my bra off slowly as he bite his lips whilst looking at my perky breasts and hard nipples. "Gorgeous." He says but mainly to himself. He leans down, taking one nipple in his mouth whilst his hand massages my other breast. I moan loudly, his name falling off my tongue with ease.

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