The Hot Stranger

Chapter 3

You look out over the water, the moonlight reflecting off of the waves rolling in. It's beautiful, and you feel a surge of affection for (b/n) for having brought you here. The air is still warm, and you and (b/n) get out and sit on the hood of his car, a blanket under you. You two talk back and forth, getting to know each other more and when he tells you he does tattoos himself, you look at him, an idea popping into your head. "Can I see some of your art?" you ask, and he laughs softly, replying "I don't have any of it with me, but I would love for you to see it." You nod and rummage through your bag, finding the sharpie you put in a few days ago for a project at a friends place, holding it up and smiles, "you could draw on me? I'm a blank canvas." (B/n) smirks, taking the sharpie. "Tell me princess, what would you like?" You shrug and smirk as well, "I don't know, what do you think would be good?" (B/n) thinks, looking you over. "Lie back for me please, and I'll do a quick one for you." He winks and you do as he asks, taking off your shirt and using it as a pillow. You can feel (b/n)'s eyes move over your body, but you don't dare react in case he'll stop whatever he's thinking.

(B/n) grabs your thigh, pressing the sharpie to your skin and starts drawing. You feel him move around the back of your thigh, up your inner thigh and up to your hip. He gently pushes your skirt and underwear aside so he can draw under them, completing the line. His gentle fingers on your skin, the look on his face as he concentrates? You wish you could take a picture and save this memory forever. When he's done, he squeezes your inner thigh and place a gentle kiss on your hip, smirking as he looks up at you, growling out, "you're drenched princess. I can see it through the fabric."

As (b/n)'s words sink in, you blush, but feeling more daring, you don't look away from him this time. "With the way you've been trailing your fingers over me, how could I not be?" you smirk, watching him as he chuckles and blows cold are against your wet panties, making you gasp and press your thighs together. (B/n) laughs, smiling up at you, "someone's sensitive". He kisses your hip again before sitting up properly, "come on, take a look at what I drew for you." You sit up, look down and gasp in surprise. He's drawn a long vine twirling it's way up your leg with a flower on your hip. "It's beautiful! I love it. Maybe I should get you to do the real thing for me." You smile and gently trail the line with your finger.
      (B/n) smiles at your reaction, twirling the sharpie between his fingers, "a beautiful piece for a beautiful girl" he says, leaning back and resting his arm behind his head. You look at him, watching him for a moment before leaning over him, "it's your birthday, and I feel like I'm a bit behind on giving you anything." You bite your lip softly, looking at his as he smirks and runs a hand into your hair, gently grabbing the back of your neck. "Is that so?" He draws gentle circles on your neck, watching you nod and lick your lips. He smirks more and pulls you down, letting his lips ghost over yours, just like you did to him earlier, almost whispering, "Very well, go ahead and give me whatever you want, princess."

(B/n) barely gets to finish his sentence before you press your lips to his, kissing him softly. He responds right away, letting both hands cradle your head as he deepens the kiss for more. His eagerness make you smile, and you kiss him back with just as much enthusiasm, carefully straddling him without ever breaking the kiss. You press yourself down over his growing bulge, letting out a soft moan from the pressure. (B/n) takes that moment to lick over your bottom lip, biting it gently, and he groans when your reaction is to grind on him. He starts mumbling against your lips, "maybe we should take this inside the car? As much as I'd love to have you right here, I'd rather not dent the hood from how hard I'm gonna fuck you." His words, combined with his deep growling voice sends a wave of heat through you, and all you can do is not and continue kissing him, the taste of his lips addictive, just like everything else about him. With a smirk, (b/n) grabs your ass and effortlessly gets up while holding you. You hold on, breathless and needy and oh so hot. (B/n) seems to be just as needy as he fumbles to open the door to the backseat, cursing under his breath as he's forced to pull back for a moment to look for the handle.