Info - needy reader, Timmy wearing no boxers, fucking outside and semi in public, neither are fully naked, needing to be quiet, praising reader, unprotected sex, big load, vocal reader, mentioning cumming in pants
I was watching him perform. He was so sexy styled as Lee. The fake tattoo, piercings, freckles not hidden, showing off his immaculate body, I was so attracted to my boyfriend it nearly hurt. That's when he did it, moving forward slightly towards Taylor and his jeans slipped down to his hipbones. There was no fabric in sight. Was he not wearing underwear? Fuck! Was it, could it be, for easy access to me?
We'd never had sex outside, but I was in no way opposed to the idea. I was starting to get squirmy as I watched him act. The thought of his cock being free in his jeans was so sexy I was panting.
Finally, the scene came to an end and I raced over to him. He was beaming at me, he was always happy when I was on set with him.
"Are you not wearing boxers?" I hissed at him. His bright smile turned into a smirk.
"No, I'm not," he said plainly.
"Is it, is it because of me? Ease of access?" I asked desperately, feeling the burn of need for him in my pussy.
"It's a stylistic choice, I don't think Lee would see a need for boxers," he shrugged.
"Liar," I accused.
"Well, okay, I did also think about taking you behind a tree and doing naughty things to you," he admitted.
"Do that," I begged. He looked around and yanked me along. We went a couple yard and he yanked me behind a tree. He pulled his jeans just below his balls, already hard.
"Your cock is so gorgeous," I moaned.
"Well your pussy is a work of art," he chuckled as he made quick work of my skirt and thong. He pushed into me and I gasped as I clutched his shoulders.
"Oh Timmy," I whined.
"You've gotta be quiet if we do this," he instructed, setting a rapid pace, knowing we'd need to be quick.
"You know that's not my, fuck, my strong suit," I whimpered.
"Come on good girl, for me," he said gently as he slammed into me. How could he be going so hard and speak so calmly. Pleasure was overwhelming me. I let out needy whines for him.
"Pretty girl, quieter," he groaned and finally I could see I was affecting him. My pussy was clenching over and over. He let out a choked moan.
"You feel unlike anything I've ever felt. It's better than it's ever been with you," he whispered in my ear, his large hand coming up to cover my mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned.
"You make me harder than I've ever been, I didn't know my cock could get this hard," he murmured and I was washed over with lust.
"Timothée," I warned. "I really don't think I can stay quiet, I wanna scream for you."
"As much as I love that darling, we really can't," he said sorrowfully.
"You don't want them knowing what you do to me?" I asked. A fire lit in his eyes. He was kissing me wildly, his hands all over my breasts.
"Mmmm mmm," I moaned loudly into his mouth. Then I snapped my world shattered as he hit the perfect spot inside me. My eyes rolled back into my head as my walls spasmed around his thick cock.
He let out a strangled sound of need and his hips stuttered to a stop as he unleashed his huge load inside me. He'd filled me to bursting without even moving.
"Timmy, that was so much, it's definitely going to soak through my thong," I whined.
"Well then the choice of me not wearing boxers was a very poor one if I catch sight of it running down your thigh," he said needily.
"You mean you'd lose it in your pants?" I asked desperately.
"Very easily," he nodded.
"Fuck Timothée, I'm horny all over again," I sighed.
