Wanted by The Wanted | ✔️

|| TWENTY THREE ||

The faint taste of whipped cream greets me as he runs his tongue along my bottom lip, his teeth sinking into it when I deny him access. A low growl escapes him as he pulls me up into a sitting position to straddle him, lips never leaving his. He leans back against the large tree, the shade covering us as his hand rises to run through my hair and settle at my neck. A sinful groan leaves his lips as I grind my hips into his and he pulls away from our kiss, giving us both some much-needed air.

"Don't do that, Avyn," he warns, darkened eyes piercing through mine with lust and something else I can't quite decipher, "or you'll find yourself bed bound for the next week."

A blush shadows my cheeks at that as he kisses down my neck, smirking against me at my reaction, "So you like it when I talk dirty, Avyn?" he asks knowingly, voice low.

Of course I do, but I'm not going to admit that, I think to myself as his tongue makes contact with my sensitive skin. Knowing we're in a public place, I bite down harshly on my bottom lip to repress a moan as his teeth gently scrape my neck.

"When we get home I'm going to strip you down to nothing, tie you to the bed, and fuck you until you don't remember your name and you're sore for a week," he says, and I almost pass out at the thought and the naughty ideas that race through my head as I answer, "I'm up for that."

He leaves a wet kiss on the junction at my shoulder, "Moan for me, baby," Oscar coaxes as I feel his member harden beneath us and my breathing turns faint.

"Public place," I manage to utter in-between bated breaths.

"No-one can see us," he reassures, hands lowering to my bare waist where my crop top doesn't quite reach as he attacks me with another demanding kiss.

I kiss him back with just as much force, heat crawling up my skin as the cooling breeze brushes past us, "But they can hear us," I breathe out as he abruptly pulls away and groans, head dropping back against the tree as he says, "I could really use your hand on me right now, Avyn."

I feel the blood rush to my face, "W-what?"

"Please," he pleads, eyes meeting mine as I move back on his lap so I'm not sitting directly over his growing length.

Taking that as me obeying his request, he takes my hand in his and places it over the large bulge in his jeans, instantly releasing a tense moan, "Oh god, just - don't move."

I remain stark still, blush dark as I look down at his lap. He sighs, a mix of contentment and almost-pain, "I don't literally mean don't move, just-"

He cuts himself off when I move my hand over him and tighten my grip slightly. A deep sound reverberates in his chest as a mix of embarrassment and turned-on-ness settles in my cheeks and I brush my hand across his member, my touch barely there. He sighs in satisfaction, but still crawls with need.

I fiddle with the button on his jeans, long past my issue with PDA. His hand covers mine to stop me, "If you touch me with any less than two layers between us, I'm not going to stop."

Doesn't sound so bad, my inner minx winks suggestively as I block her out and dare to look up at his alluring eyes.

"What if I don't want to stop?"

The words leave my mouth, but I have no time to overthink how that sounded because Oscar intercepts, "You want to have sex in a park?" he chuckles even after our intimacy as I frown.

"Trust me, I'm making our first time much more... private," he adds to make sure I don't take it the wrong way, "But until then, I'm going to need to satisfy my hunger for you in very heavy make out and touching sessions."