les sequelles - Cillian Murphy & Thomas Shelby

39. Backseat

Summary: sometimes your boyfriend is just looking *that* good.

Warnings: it's me ya resident smut writer!

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The afternoon had been long, Cillian had been invited as a guest speaker at the West Cork literary festival, it was a warm June day, you'd lounged around on the grass drinking summer cocktails, joking around with your boyfriend, you got to watch him captivate the crowd when he got up to talk.

Now you were heading back to his parents house, it was turning to dusk, you'd decided to make a weekend visit from Dublin, Cillian had some downtime and they hadn't seen either of you since New Year.

"You looked good up there today" you stated, breaking the comfortable silence in the car.

Cillian turned quickly to look at you "yeah?"

You nodded, hand slipping onto his thigh, squeezing where his inner thigh met his groin, you watched as his jaw clenched, his grip on the steering wheel tightened

"kept thinking that's my man and I get to go home with him and do all the dirty things some of these women wish they could do" your hand brushed over his crotch, the tight black jeans making it easy to lightly squeeze at his now semi-hard cock.

Cillian let out a low sigh, grabbing your hand he placed it firmly back on your side of the car "y/n, I'm trying to drive"

You sighed, mind ticking over "I guess I could jus do this"

Cillian caught sight of you, hand under the mini slip skirt you were wearing, legs relaxed, falling open.

"Oh" you teased hand ghosting over your clothed pussy.

Cillian let out an almost primal growl, turning the car off the main road, satisfied he'd found a secluded place he turned to you "get in the back" he ordered.

You swore you felt a wave of anticipation leak between your legs as you scrambled from the passenger seat.

He was already sat on the back seat, jeans and boxers pulled to his knees, his hard cock waiting for you.

"Back to me, hold onto the seat" he instructed as he pulled your lace panties roughly down your legs, hitched your skirt around your waist.

His fingers skilfully teasing your already sopping cunt. Cillian was pulling your hips down onto him, you sighed as he stretched you, then your thighs were on his and he had filled you fully.

"Jesus Christ" he sighed, guiding your hips on him, raising his to meet you half way, hitting your sweet spot every time he thrust upwards.

"fuck" your hands were curled around the drivers seat as he pushed you forward. He was moaning head thrown back into the headrest, you were whining, this position was so new and and so so good.

"Touch yourself" he panted forehead pressed to the sweat drenched T-shirt covering your back. You nodded, moving a hand in between your thighs, almost yelping at the feeling of your fingers on your bundle of nerves.

The sound of the back of your thighs hitting his was echoing around the car, he had snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you back into his chest, you spread your legs wider, the tip of his cock brushing repeatedly against your g-spot, his lips found your neck, lapping at the sticky skin.

"Couldn't wait until we got back, huh?" he whispered near the shell of your ear, you shook your head.

"No...shit...no just wanted you" you whimpered fingers digging into his forearm as his pounded up into you.

Cillians finger found your clit quickly, his fingers expertly running tight circles on the bundle of nerves, your legs threatening to close around his hand.

"No, keep them open, let me get you there baby" he was nipping at your neck, you were hopeless, he was teasing all your senses.

Cillian could feel your walls clenching around him, tight and warm, squeezing every shred of control out of him, his hips thrusting at a speed he didn't know he had, fingers dragging you to your climax, tip of his cock crashing against your g-spot making sinful whines fall in breathy whimpers from your lips.

"yes..yes.. Cillian" you were rocking down onto him, trying to get the friction deeper, and then with a flick of his wrist you were moaning, head thrown back onto his shoulder as he teased you out of your orgasm, he could feel your orgasm dripping onto his thighs, sticking to the hair on his legs.

"so close baby girl, such a good girl" he was praising you, hips still pounding upwards to help him along, with one last push into you he was coming undone, hot ropes of his cum spilling into you with a groan against your shoulder.

You both sat back breathless, he was dropping lazy kisses against your skin, hands on your waist "Knew there was a reason we got a bigger car" he laughed.

You both shifted so he could pull out of you.

You rolled your eyes pulling your skirt back down "not because you pleaded for a dad car or anything?" you teased.

He was tucking himself back away in his underwear and jeans "might need one, could of made a baby right here" he smirked.

You slipped from the back of the car, the feeling of his orgasm trickling down your thighs, you ducked back in to see him holding up your knickers, hooked on his finger "we're taking my parents to lunch tomorrow, they don't need the shock of their life"

You let out a small laugh, shoving them into your handbag before getting into the passenger seat, leaning over the centre console to kiss him "Love you" you smiled.

Cillian started the engine, taking your hand kissing the back of it "love you too darling" he smiled before reversing out onto the country road.

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From peakyscillian on Tumblr.