Thomas Hewitt Collection

Stuckage NSFW

It was too easy to find yourself stuck anywhere outside, or really anywhere on the property. As bulky as Thomas was he was impressively agile and knew where not to step, where to lean, and just exactly where to walk.

You, on the other hand, were not quite there yet. Thomas was used to you following him around like a lost puppy, especially when in the barns and workshops are the clutter was terrible and quite frankly, it was for your own good that you followed him. So, once the little scurrying of your footsteps weren't behind his he immediately stopped and turned around.

The one time you steered away from Thomas' typical path you ventured through the cluttered barn on your own and got yourself pinned between two old farming equipment. It was simple for Thomas to lift you up and out safely without you scrapping yourself but he couldn't help but laugh.

Your eyes darted up to his with embarrassment and regret plastered all over your face. He shook his head and bent down slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

"Thomas, please?" You urged. The pining of your ribs was becoming uncomfortable. You you moved anymore left or right the steel would fall on you more, it was a ticking time bomb at this point.

His eyes scanned over your body nervously shaking against the cold steel in such hot weather. Your visible thighs and forearms were covered in sweat and goosebumps as you waiting for your savor. Any amount of skin you showed was enough to push Thomas into a mood but he always wanted to have your comfortability before initiating anything. However...

Right now you looked deliciously vulnerable. You were needy for him and that's all he could process. His chest heaved with a low grumble of a chuckled as he closed in on you, but made no advance to touch you, not yet. Your eyes studied him nervously, looking to him for comfort and his form lowered into a kneeling position, his thick fingers gently tracing lines down your damp skin.

You questioned him again but to no avail, his eyes were void of their typical colors as his fingers slowly creeped up your thighs, working their way up and under the jean fabric of your shorts.

Once again, you pushed, "Thomas. What are you doing?"

Your voice was stern but low and quivering, especially with his fingers slowly inching towards your warm, aching entrance. Any small amount of touch from him was enough to have you begging as well, the two of you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves before this and this would be your payback for keeping him up all the previous night.

He shushed you with an impatient grunt and stood back up, shoving a big piece of equipment but only to pin you once again with his own body, bring his knee up between your legs. His breathing was heavy and his eyes still void of anything but lust as he looked down at you perch on his knee. You were still too high off of the ground to safely get down and Thomas knew this.

He motioned down to his leg with his head as he looked down at you, eager for you to get to working your hips against his thigh. You quickly caught on and knew there would be no use in refusing, or else you'd have a quiet, grumpy Thomas to deal with at the end of the work day, which wasn't fun for either of you. Slowly you twisted and grinded your hips against his thigh, all while his eyes rested on your figure.

You reached up and placed your hands on his shoulder to stable yourself, rocking onto him at the jean fabric rubbing into your sensitive skin. It didn't take much to get you wet for that matter and Thomas knew, it only added fuel to his internal fire, his own pleasure rising in his pants watching you do so. Creeping his fingers back down your waistline he took no time in slipping your pants down your leg and he held you up, slowly circling his thumb against your aching clit. Your eyes shot up to him another time as he intently watched you perch on his leg once more.

As your body ached and cried for any sort of friction you began to grind on his thigh once more as his rough finger circled and pressed into your skin, slowly working it's way to part your lips and slip themselves sleekly into your opening. Your body shivered as you adjusted to the new sensation of movement, his thick finger slowly pumping and pulling out of you feverishly.

His own body pushed against your to hold you still and feel your warmth, your hands gripping onto his shirt and pulling him into a heated kiss to muffle your moans of satisfaction. Happily he obliged, adding another finger slowly and letting you grind against him as the heat grew inside of your abdomen. Thomas himself had nothing to say with his own words but his eyes locked onto your grinding body as you pleaded for him to add any sort of movement to make you finish. If it wasn't for his intense desire to spread you across his bed he would have made you wait, but instead he gave in to your prying.

Curling his fingers inside your wet slick and pumped aggressively, feeling your walls clench and tighten around him, feeling you release all over him and his thigh as you came in ecstasy and blindness, clinging onto his shirt for dear life as you came undone. His forehead rested on yours as you caught your breath, his fingers slipping out and drawing one last gasp from you.

Thomas bounded out of that barn for any enclosed space with a bed faster than the speed of light with you in his arms.