𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

The Roadtrip "!"

It had been seven hours since you two had stopped, and you desperately needed to stretch out your tense muscles. However, Tony insisted on waiting it out. He kept reminding you that you were almost there.

Normally, the two of you would just fly to wherever you needed to go. Your boyfriend decided to make it a road trip this time, and while at first the idea was exciting, after the first day you were exhausted, your body ached from sitting for so long, and you were extremely horny.

His big veiny hand rested on the wheel as his fingers danced across your thigh to the beat of the music, driving you crazy. He was calculating your limits, enjoying the way you writhed under his touch as his fingers neared your core.

"Tony, can we please pull over for just a bit?" you ask. At this point, you're practically begging, giving him an innocent look and batting your eyelashes in an attempt to persuade him.

"Sorry honey, you're just gonna have to wait." he said, not even bothering to look over at you.

For some reason, his response sets you off. That was the last straw. You needed to get off, and you'd just do it yourself.

Unbuckling your seat belt, you move his hand away and climb into the back seat. Tony watches you through the rear-view mirror, confusion taking over his features. You shimmed out of your shorts and panties in one go, leaning back against the seat.

"Y/n, get back up here." Tony said. You knew it was a warning, but you were far too worked up to listen.

You spread your legs and began to tease yourself, running your fingers over the nipples that protruded through your tank top, down your stomach, up and down your thighs, and finally landing on your swollen clit. You start to slowly rub circles on the bud, throwing your head back with a moan at the feeling.

When you look up, Tony is staring back at you; you bring your fingers to your opening and push them in slowly, gasping as you finally experience the sensation you've been waiting for all day. You slide your fingers in and out of you a few times before bringing them up to your mouth, letting out an exaggerated moan when you lap up your arousal.

"Are you sure you don't want to pull over? Not even for a second?" You say, watching as Tony clenches his jaw, eyes jumping back and forth between you and the road.

Once again, you return your fingers to your opening and begin to thrust in and out, occasionally curling up to reach that spongy spot that sends you into a trance. Tony shifts in his seat as he watches you, still refusing to pull over. As the anticipation of your impending orgasm grows, you feel it tightening your stomach and curling your toes.

"Tony, please," you whine, wanting his fingers to be the ones thrusting inside you. "I need you. I want to feel you inside me."

You speed up your movements. Squelching noises fill the car as you feel it stop, Tony's eyes instantly land on you. He can tell you're close by the way your chest rises and falls, your legs shaking as you stuff your fingers into your cunt, eyes rolling back as your mouth falls agape.

Your orgasm causes your entire body to shake, gasping and chanting Tony's name as you fuck yourself through it. His eyes are set on how your cunt throbs, your creamy release coating your hand. Oversensitivity takes over as you jerk away from your hand, snapping your legs shut.

Tony smirks as he watches you rest your head against the seat in an attempt to catch your breath. He opens the car door and makes his way around to you, opening your door and reaching over. At first, you think you finally managed to get him to pull over, but that idea is quickly shut down when he grabs the duffle bag beside you. He stops and grabs your hand, placing the fingers that are covered in your juices, eyes on you as he sucks them into his mouth.

"All you had to do was wait." he says as he pulls your fingers out of his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss against them. "You better pray now, because I'm not going to have mercy on you tonight."