You had been in the bustling bar for over 2 hours now chuckling, laughing and nursing a few drinks with Tom. He had managed to find a plush secluded area with drapes, dimmed lights, a cushioned curved seat and a small table for you to disappear away from the hubbub . You enjoyed spending time with him cuddled up in cafes, restaurants, bars and pubs hidden away in the corner, always leaning in for delicate kisses and sweet nothings, wandering fingers and stolen caresses as you whiled away the hours talking about everything and nothing.
You zigzag through the crowd, dodging the jostling elbows and sea of oversized handbags, carefully balancing the 8 tall shot glasses together between your fingers, being short did have it's advantages sometimes! Despite wearing the black 5 inch heels that made your legs look so slender and long and that made Tom bite his lip so hard as you entered the living room where he had patiently waited for you to dress for the evening , you still only came up to chest height when he took you in his arms.
You arrive back at the table weaving around the wide pillar and leaning forward to plonk the glasses on the surface with a clink and a clatter. Tom looks up from his mobile phone as you straighten up the glasses and his mouth drops open in laughter "Thirsty my sweet?" he chuckles. "They were Buy one Get one Free and I couldn't decide which ones to get!" you beam back at him moving the last glass in line with the rest both forming two neat little lines, you stand back and put your hands on your hips admiring your ability to get them to the table in one piece before slinking back round the table along the soft cushions and wedging yourself up against him.
He puts his phone down and runs his hand hard along your bare leg squeezing it gently nudging back into you "So, what's on the menu my dear?" he huskily questions barely audible over the noise from the bar and the speakers. "Ah-ah-ahhh, not telling, that's the fun part!" you sing-song back as he lowers his head and inspects them with a raised eyebrow poking one of the glasses so the liquid wobbles inside precariously. "Ahhhhh, careful Tom, you'll get it all down you if you're not careful." you mock. You don't want that, he looks so handsome tonight in his favourite leather-esq jeans a simple V Neck T Shirt that hugs at his tight muscles tucked away under his gorgeous black jacket, although you couldn't think of a better excuse to get them off again.
He looks up at you from his lowered level and smirks mischievously "Want to make this.. 'interesting' darling?" he warmly invites "Hmmmm, what are your terms Mr Hiddleston?" you reply. You love calling him that, and you know he loves it too! He purses his lips together and curls them into a deeper smile "Quickest to finish each drink wins!" he chirps to which you reply "And what would the victor win my dear?" winking and tapping his nose with your index finger. He leans in close and whispers into your ear his lips grazing the skin and his breath hot "A night of unmitigated passion and pleasure, the looser catering to every whim and desire of the victor!" his voice sends shivers and tingles down your spine as you roll your eyes into your head and sigh deeply cocking your head slightly and leaning in to whisper back "You're on Mr Hiddleston, may the best man win!".
You place your fingertips on the first glass and Tom follows suit, you stare deep into his green eyes sparkling under the moving lights in the background and the dim glow of the light hanging low above your table. He winks at you and you both pull the glass to your lips downing the shot slamming the glass upside down on the table. The Vodka burns in your throat and lips and explodes into your stomach. You both wince and laugh "I believe that's a draw." Tom taunts "Hmmmm" you reply, your fingers already searching in the dim light for the next glass as you keep your eyes locked on his. Again you take a shot, the Oozo minty and bitter working it's way into you, the glasses slammed on the table. The alcohol quickly working it's way into your fingertips making them tingle, the excitement making them tingle more. "Ahhhhh" he exclaims as he shakes his head in an attempt to clear it, his curly tresses shifting and jostling, you chuckle and reach for the next glass almost missing it making it shake on the table, you already know you are on the far side of tipsy, you just hope the next shot wasn't the Malibu! He smiles flashing his beautiful white teeth, his eyes creased with warmth and happiness, you can see the alcohol working in him already too! Having drunk 4 pints of Guinness the shots were obviously having their fun with both of you as you had sipped on cocktails all night.
You both bought the next glass to your lips quickly and then it was too late, you can taste the Malibu on your lower lip and hesitate throwing the liquid into your throat it sinking down too slowly as you hear the clatter of Tom's glass on the table. You grimace and hold the back of your hand to your mouth pushing against your lips, as if that helps. Tom was already laughing, he knew he had won "Oh dear my sweet, why did you get Malibu? You can't stand the stuff." he chortled "I forgot how much I hated it." you cough as the vile drink makes it's way into your stomach burning and whirling your head quickly awash with a thick mist! "I guess that makes me victorious my dear?" he hummed. "Hmmmm yes." you lazily smile, although you hate it, it works quickly for some reason and you are positively reeling already.
He leans in again placing both his hands on your bare legs as you let your head fall back a little on the chair and whispers along your neck "I think it's time we took you home so I may claim my prize." Nipping gently at the soft skin there making your lips open in a gasp. He reaches for his glass and presses it to your skin, cold and smooth he tips a tiny droplet onto your neck and lets it trail down slowly, you can smell the Sambuca, the drink you had hoped your Malibu was, sweet and bitter at the same time. He languidly trails his tongue along the droplet on your skin making you prickle with goosebumps and moan louder than you'd like, but no-one can hear. The alcohol making you dozy and sensitive at the same time, the motions of his tongue feeling deep and tender before he kisses you with his soft, full, open mouth on your neck, licking and sucking.
His mouth leaves your skin and you can feel the wetness there, cold now, he downs his Sambuca and tosses the glass onto the table before cupping your face in his hands and kissing you deep and soft. The taste of aniseed and the warmth of the drink on his lips his tongue swirling into your mouth, you can feel the delicate texture of his tongue on yours as you kiss and you can feel his low moans vibrate through your lips. You lift your heavy arms to cup his elbows and pull him closer into you, he presses his lips against yours harder and finishes by swiping his tongue long and hard against yours.
Within a flash he has risen from the table and offers his hand to you to help you stand. You smile and sigh, quickly pushing your arms through your coat sleeves and scooping up your small bag, he takes your hand and leads you out of your corner and when you are standing, albeit shakily, he swipes the last glass from the table and quickly puts it to his lips. They lock around the glass, his head thrown back exposing his sexy slender throat, his fingertips resting on the edges of the glass in a delicate sensuous way, his closed eyes enjoying the sensation of the drink, his hand now casually stuffed in his jeans pocket. He licks his lips and looks at you his cheeky drunken smile and raised eyebrows making you giggle as you sway, finally with a nonchalant flick of the wrist he discards the glass over his shoulder and it lands with a clatter on the table spinning wildly.
You couldn't want him more right now.
He grabs your hand and pulls you through the bar crowds and out into the hazy streets of London. The cold, damp chill battling on your skin against the heat and the warmth running through your body. Your head swimming and your eyes rolling as you run alongside him, his long slender legs carrying him further forward so you are tottering and skipping in your heels to keep up, avoiding a stumble only with the sheer pace.
You are both back at the apartment in no time, panting and laughing, the air coming out of your mouth in long hot streams of steam, huffing and mingling in with each others as you frantically search for the keys in your tiny bag. "Darling, how can you possibly loose them in there?" Tom chuckles, "It's bigger on the inside." you joke back as your fingertips brush past the metal of the keys making them jingle. You swipe them up and struggle to try and get them in the lock, your vision hazy and your aim clumsy, Tom not helping, grinding up against you his hands slipping around your waist as he plants lazy, messy, hot kisses over your neck and through your hair. As the tip of the keys finally find their centre and you ram them into the lock jolting you both forward. Tom steadies you both placing his left hand on the door high above you both, his right slipping down over your tight dress smoothing past your hot sex already flushed with drink and desire. You release a guttural moan unexpectedly as his fingers shift over you, leaning your forehead up against the door, gathering all your strength to turn the key in lock. The metallic clicks of the lock slowly sound as Toms lips graze your skin and draws your body in close to his.
You both tumble into the hallway as the weight of you both pressed against the door makes it fly open, Tom almost falling on top of you. You burst into peels of laughter as you both try and kick the door shut with your feet, your heels no match for Tom's large cowboy boots. As the door clicks shut Tom leans in to kiss you softly, the Sambuca still hot on his lips making you moan deeply he gathers you up and pulls you close together your arms crushed up between you both the warmth of his body a welcome change from the bitter chill outside. You smile into the kiss sweetly whispering "So, my brave noble victor, what prize do you wish to claim?" he smiles back and replies with a sensual murmur "Hmmmm, I have a few ideas, let me show you." He pushes himself off the floor and helps you up dusting you off and carefully helping you out of your coat attempting to hang it up on the hook, it just falling to the floor. He leads you to the lounge and stands you in the centre of the room smoothing down your tight dress and then sits himself down in his favourite leather chair unbuttoning his jacket as he sits. He leans his elbow on the arm rest and runs his finger over his lower lip as he eyes you up and down, you smirk at him awaiting his next move trying to keep your balance.
"Strip." he orders.
Your cheeks flush with colour at his commanding tone and you gasp in mock surprise and then wink heavily. You are going to make this good for him as you can already see his cock hardening in his jeans driving you wild as just want to touch it. You rock and sway from side to side as if you can hear music playing in your ears, you throw your head back smiling and start to run your hands over your breasts and down your dress, crossing over your stomach and toward your hips and back up again drawing your fingers through your long hair lifting it way above your head and letting it fall down heavily you open your eyes to see Tom biting his lip hard again his hand gently pressing and massaging at his swelling member, you gasp and shudder with excitement the sight of him watching you so completely, not taking his eyes off you, driving anticipation and longing straight through you.
You draw your hands down again running down the full length of your left leg hooking your fingers into the back of your sling back heel and slip out of it before drawing your hands all the way back up again. And then you even more slowly run your fingers down your right leg taking the opportunity to look up at Tom again as he eagerly watches you with hungry eyes, pressing down hard now on his cock stifled by the tight fabric of his jeans his fingertip still resting and rubbing at his lower lip. You unhook the other shoe and toss it aside keeping your balance somehow in your intoxicated state, the dizzying lust adding to your swimming head.
You flick your hair behind you and bite your lip coyly striking an innocent pose before seductively removing your dress in one swift action from the hem pulling it over your head and throwing it at him, your skin exposed to the air in the apartment now desire washing over you like hot flames as he grabs it and presses the warm fabric to his face smelling it briefly before letting it drop to the floor.
"And the rest." he commands.
You bite your lip again and turn away from him slowly moving your hands up your back to pinch your bra and unhook it gently rolling the straps over your shoulders pulling it off with your right hand and letting it drop languidly to the floor. You look over your shoulder to see if this pleases him and his mouth is open his lower teeth showing slightly as he breathes heavily and his hand gripping the arm of the chair. Perfect!
Finally you hook your thumbs into your panties and slide them off, oh so slowly bending down full as you go exposing your full pert arse to him before stepping out of them. "Stop!" he instructs. You stay bent over awaiting his next move, there is a long aching pause before he finally whispers "Bend over the couch."
You move forward slowly to the side of the couch and as you place your hands on the arm Tom is already behind you his hands placed firmly on your hips pressing his hard cock against you steadying you both again. You can feel your pussy getting wet and hot as he pushes your feet apart you can feel that he has shuffled out of his boots and as he leans forward to plant kisses on your back he seems to be missing his jacket. You look across of see both discarded on the chair.
He grinds against you and groans softly his hands slipping from your hips up to your breasts squeezing, massaging and exploring them the angle making them heavy in his hands and making the sensation electric as he starts to roll your nipples between his fingers. "Ohhhhhh" you moan to the touch "Hmmmmmm, like that do we my sweet?!" he murmurs. "Hmmmmm. Yes!" you groan back your moans making him pinch harder now a soft sharp yelp escaping your lips his cock pulsating and throbbing against you, he draws his hands back down your torso, hips and over your buttocks and then you can hear his belt buckle unfastening with a clink the leather whizzing through the belt loops and his zipper being pushed down. The sound drives you wild. His jeans and boxers hit the floor with a thunk and he kicks them aside running his hands down your back now before stripping his top over his head and then gently pressing his hot naked skin up against you. Your skin prickles with anticipation and warmth. He leans his naked chest against your back and kisses you gently in trails up your back.
You want to turn to face him, feel his smooth skin against you fully, you turn your head and shift your weight to pivot on your foot to look for a sign, but he sees your thoughts and softly whispers "Trust me. I want to do something ." You nod and he moves his head to press his lips against yours in a soft gentle kiss.
You feel him shift now and he widens his stance bringing himself up close to you his cock gently pushing up between your thighs and softly pressing into your wet folds before placing his large hands gently on your hips. You gasp and reel from the soft pressure of his tip against you. He slides his length back and forth along your folds softly and you shake and tingle a little from the sensation, his smooth, hard member drawn achingly slow against you. You bite your lip and grip the sofa a little as your head spins and your skin flashes with warmth.
He groans as he dips his head into you, piercing your folds enough to shoot the sensation through your aching wet sex, but not enough to enter you fully. He then pulls away and slides his cock through your folds again. You groan in frustration and pleasure as he slowly rides through you again and again, before finally shifting once more to meet your entrance and push his tip achingly close to your heat.
"Tom. Tom please." You plead. "Hmmmmm, this is my prize remember sweetheart. My prize .. My whim to make you ache and plead and moan and cry out for me as I pleasure you for as long as possible." he replies softly. You whimper in distress, you want him inside you, you are burning with longing for his cock to fill you completely. And then he grants your wish.
He breaks the seal of your pussy and pushes his hard length slowly and deliberately deep inside you, you can feel yourself tightening around him as he pushes in, filling you right to the hilt hitting your back walls. "Ahhhhhhh" you wail in a long, slow moan, he grunts softly as he starts to withdraw. The sensation of his cock rippling past your sensitive spot and him holding you firmly in his hands swirling around in deep pools of pleasure your head buzzing from the alcohol. Your legs which were already swaying are now shaking as he plunges in again rocking his hips forward this time releasing a deep moan from you both.
He continues drawing in and out of you, again and again slowly, deeply, so intense, so sensitive. Your moans and heavy breathing intermingling with each aching, wet, sensual thrust. You are crying out with pleasure as you can feel his head stroking, massaging and rubbing past your g spot over and over. He is feverishly moaning, his groans and "Ohhhhhs" making you wetter and tighter.
You can barely hold yourself up, shuddering and shaking and sweating as he rides you again and again. His hands wander from your hips and draw up to meet your breasts again as he leans forward into his next thrust. You make a loud long "Tommmmmm." sound as he starts to knead your breasts and swirl his fingertips over your nipples.
His thrusts closer now, his angle, bearing down on your sensitive mass of nerves inside you making your arms buckle a little as your grip on the couch tightens. He presses his hot slick skin up against your back his panting and huffing resonating deep across your back and his moans vibrating through you.
You can smell him on you, so sweet and tinged with aniseed still, as he flutters kisses across your back still pressing, pushing and thrusting into you. You can feel a deep pleasurable coil and tightening within you, begging for release, threatening to explode. But he keeps his slow steady rhythm a while longer, drawing out the sensations, stretching your pleasure to breaking point and pushing deep into your core.
You whimper and mewl and cry out again "Goddd Tommmm you're so gooood." He pinches your nipples harder and rams in deep inside you, you yelp in pleasure "Ahhhhhhhh, Oh God Tom, please fuck me, I want you to fuck me hard, please, please just fuck me Tom I can't take it anymore".
He slides his hands across your torso once more and swiftly plants his hands firmly on your hips and draws out of you even slower this time, your dripping wet pussy tight and aching and ready for him to take you hard.
He pauses momentarily before ramming himself in hard right to your core making you wail in pleasure. He thrusts in again hard driving right through your unyielding pussy, and again hitting your back walls, and again faster this time his head rippling over your swollen throbbing g spot. His pace quickens, his hands grip tighter, his cock fills you to the brim. He thrusts again and again till you are screaming and crying out his name "Tom. Tom. OH GOD TOM.". You can feel the coil building up inside you, your pussy tense with a fiery sensation your skin burning with sweat and desire, your voice growing hoarse from screaming, your breathless panting and moaning intermingling with Tom's grunts and moans of pleasure.
You start to come undone as he slams his cock into you faster and faster the pace driving you insane. You feel it build and crescendo and his fingernails dig into your skin. You scream his name as you come hard tensing and tightening around him his cock pressed deep and hard inside you. You cry out profanities and start to shudder and shake, seeing spots and loosing your mind in the haze. The pleasure shooting across your body as you struggle to hold yourself up, the swirling, pulsating sensation making you weak at the knees.
Tom holds you up and pulls you in close to him as you ride through your orgasm the waves licking over you, coursing through your veins. He squeezes you around the waist tightly as he starts to come too, his cries of pleasure making your eyes roll into the back of your head, his hands gripping into your stomach as he thrusts deep inside you shooting his come in thick hot jets as his cock pulsates and throbs. He shakes and shudders and almost tips you both over until you regain your grip a little on the arm as your climax settles.
"Ohhhh Goddddd." he moans into your ear as he gathers you up to his hot slick wet chest pulling your hands off the arm of the sofa as he does. He steadies you both on the back of the sofa and lets you fall soundlessly into the pillows. His cock as it is freed from you makes a soft wet popping noise his come spilling over your leg a little. He shakily climbs over to lean over you and you turn to face him.
You missed seeing his beautiful eyes, his soft sweet skin and that gorgeous smile. He leans in slowly to kiss you, your lips dry and trembling to his touch, the aniseed flavour almost gone now, replaced with mainly the sweet musky taste that can only be described as Tom.
He lays down next to you, crushed up against you on the couch gathering you up in his arms again. "You are so amazing darling." he pants breathlessly you scrunch up your nose and smile at him saying through your own subsiding pants "But I didn't do anything?! I didn't even get to give you your prize properly!"
He touched his hand to your face and furrowed his brow leaning in close to say "Oh darling! But you did!" you question him with your eyes and he continues "Your gorgeous hair flowing down your back all night, that tight dress, those heels, your beautiful smile mixed with a little alcohol, I couldn't resist. And then when you undressed and shot me that sexy little look before bending over - Hmmmmmm! But your moans and quivering threw me over the edge. I just wanted to pleasure you. To me, that is my prize. The sound of you coming undone, the feel of your body aching with pleasure and the look in your eyes of complete satisfaction when you turned to face me. You are a prize I don't deserve." You stare deep into his eyes your eyes welling up, sniffling you murmur joking "Well, you did win me fair and square Mr Hiddleston." a tear falling down your cheek. He kisses you deeply and whispers "I won more than I could ever have hoped for darling." Before you can protest he cuddles you tenderly to him and shushes you softly, you nuzzle into his chest and kiss his skin sighing deeply before falling into a deep and dizzying sleep with a gentle smile across your lips.
