Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 29.

"You go upstairs, I'll take care of Parker" Tom said as he slammed the door, lifting Parker out of the back seat who continued to sleep carefree in his father's arms.
"Okay." I mumbled.
He unlocked the door of the house and I made my way straight up the stairs to the bedroom. Not wasting a second to keep wearing the uncomfortable heels on my feet, I kicked them off to the side of the room once I had reached our bedroom.
"Ugh." I groaned. The feeling of freedom reaching my feet, satisfying my body.
Then I went into the bathroom, stared tiredly into the mirror before splashing some water on my face. Admittedly, I was a bit exhausted after the long day and could hardly stifle a yawn.
I was already pulling one of the stripes of the dress off my shoulder when I went back into the bedroom to put on one of Tom's t-shirts.
Wondered whether to put on a fresh one or just the one Tom had worn this morning, but when I looked over to the dresser where his T-shirt was lying, I noticed something small, silver and pointy peeping out from beneath the black fabric. Something that looked all too familiar to be under his clothes.

So I went over, lifted the hem of the T-shirt and found my car key, which Tom had sworn he hadn't taken. My jaw dropped and I choked on my own spit.
This mother fucker!
Not only did he take my car keys, but lied to me as well. Not like Parker was tall enough to reach the top yet, so there was no chance for Tom to talk his ass out of it.

I grabbed the key and walked over to the bed, just waiting to confront him once he set foot in the room. The stripe of my dress dangling off my shoulder, letting the air in the room blow right through my neckline.

Oh, he was so done, that much was certain. I leaned back on my hands, hiding the key under my palm. Adrenaline shot through my veins as I heard his footsteps bouncing up the stairs. Two steps at a time, he was in a hurry. The door to the room creaked open, a crack of light in the corridor filtered through the dimmed bedroom, which was lit only by the beam of lamps behind the bed. And then it swung open, his body in full view as he stood in the doorway with his hand on the handle and eyes on me. Checking me up and down, tongue sliding over his lip as his eyes darkened.
"Jesus fuck! You have no idea how bad I wanted to eat you out in that damn restaurant earlier!" He closed the door behind him and strode towards me like a lion, not knowing what lay ahead. His eyes full of lust, much darker than usual. Then he stopped as he stood in front of me, with my eyes looking up at him, legs slightly apart.

He grinned, the view of me, pleasing him, seemed to me.
"Where has the attitude from before gone? Huh?" He grabbed my chin, roughly, stroking his thumb over my plump lower lip before leaning down, the tip of his nose touching mine. So I thought about maybe playing with him first, driving him crazy before I would drop the bomb.
I slowly parted my lips, taking his thumb in as I sucked on it while staring innocently into his eyes.
"Fuck.." he grumbled, pushing my tongue down as much as he could until I almost had to gag. Managed to make me wet even though I had so much anger left to yell at him.
"You're so fucking hot.." he grumbled, the corner of his mouth, forming a smirk.

When he had had enough, he pulled it out again, placed his hand against my cheek instead and replaced his thumb with his own lips.
Sucked on mine for all they were worth, but didn't bring his tongue into play yet, wanting to save the best for last.
He was already letting moans slip from his throat where I hadn't even kissed him back yet, ready to drop the bomb at any moment. And then he added his other rough palm to my thigh, started move it up, this time not stopping when he reached my nether regions.
"Have you been this wet all evening?" He grumbled, his lips smashing back on mine again. But I didn't answer, continued to play with him.
Asked myself, how long it would take him to notice that something was off with my behaviour.
With one swift movement, he slid his hand into my panties and clasped me before fingering me m, starting with his middle finger.
Pushing it in and out, he even almost managed to get a moan out of me, but I stood firm and remained quiet, neither kissing him nor showing any interest. Sure, I was smirking, but only out of provocation. Trying to give him what he wanted, but not enough to satisfy him. Bit his lower lip only to let it go again once he was about to enjoy it. That's how I played.