Unscripted Love • A Tom Hardy fanfic

Chapter 65

"Wow, can't knock," Tom laughed from the couch.

"Oh, just how I thought you'd be," she said, calling his bluff on the taunt by the pool. She dropped her bag on the chair and put her water bottle, book, and sunglasses on the counter. Turning back to Tom she was able to see more of his body that had been obscured by the armrest of the couch. His bathing suit was untied and his dick was exposed, well half of it, whereas the other half was covered by this large hand.

"Tom!” she was stunned. She had never walked in on him masturbating and it was a shock she was not ready for.

"What? I told you," he smirked, still stroking himself slowly.

"This is weird… should I go?" Her face turned bright red and she felt a wave of nervous embarassment that she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Love," he called out with a laugh. "I heard you coming down the hall, I was waiting for you."

"So you weren't… I didn't interrupt you?" Her eyes darted around the room, still unsure if she should look at his lap.

"No, not really. I was getting him ready for you," he stood up from the couch with a chuckle, tucking himself back inside the swimming trunks as he walked towards her. "But your awkwardness made him hide again."

"Oh," Fiona was disappointed. She had gone up hoping for play time and turned out she ruined it instead.

"I'm starving," he kissed her cheek and grabbed the menu, sitting back down on the loveseat. "Do you want something?"

"Well, I did…" her bottom lip jutted out.

"Yeah?" He looked up at her expectantly, waiting for her to request something for lunch. "Oh, not food?"

Fiona shook her head and pouted even more dramatically. "But you put him away."

Tom laughed and tossed the menu on the cushion next to him. Leaning back, he unlaced the shorts again and pulled them down to his thighs. Unlike before, his arms were outstretched along the top of the couch.

"There you go," his lip curled up on one side as he watched her hungry mouth fall open while his cock grew in front of her.

Licking her lips, she sat in front of him. Her hands squeezed at his knees and up his thighs, before peeling the shorts down further to his ankles. Fiona looked up from between his legs locking her eyes with his; she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the underside of his dick. The tip of her tongue ran from his balls up to the head of his cock.

Tom's cock jumped each time her tongue swirled around the exposed tip, his hands gripped at the upholstery. Maybe this vacation was shaping up to be better than he thought. Fiona got more comfortable with the rhythm of taking him in and out of her mouth, occasionally pushing further to hear a small moan escape his lips every time.

"Come here," he whispered as she lifted her head from his groin.

Smiling and wiping her drool from her chin, she climbed on top of him with her legs on each side. Tom parted his lips waiting for her to lean down and kiss him, but instead she sat up admiring his bright eyes and his soft pillowy lips. Despite his disheveled beard, he was still easily the most attractive man she had ever seen but she was also counting down the days until he could shave it off. Less than 90 days left and she could see his face back to how she liked it, stubbly but soft.

"You're mine, you know that right?" Tom's hand stroked the side of her cheek and over her ear to cradle the back of her head.

Fiona let out a little laugh and nodded.