The Road Trip. {Thatch x Reader}

Total Bliss.

The hotel door bursting opening as Thatch pulls you inside, your lips hungry sipping on his as you kick the door shut behind you, your back soon being pressed up against the wood though.

A small chill invading your chest as Thatch plucks open each of the buttons on the shirt you burrowed from him. You can feel a deep heat in your face and a fluttery feeling in your stomach.

The teasing brunette unfastening the last button before sliding the shirt off your shoulders, dropping it to the floor completely. His face lowering to your nipple and beginning to suck on it sensually, his hands caressing your thighs, it would seem that Thatch has a thing for your legs.

One of your hands gripping onto his hair, your fingers tangling in his locks that are still damp from the water and the other hand greedily raking over his toned chest, taking in every muscle. 

"How did I attract a woman as beautiful as you~?" Thatch rasps against your breast, his hands trailing up your skirt and to the hem of your panties, slowly sliding them down but leaving your skirt on. Looks like Thatch has a kink.

His question causing your stomach to flutter and your face to heat up even more, being called beautiful is something you're not too used to. But being called it by someone you have a massive crush on? This may just be the first time.

Any response that you open your mouth to say only gets interrupted by a moan when his teeth pinch your nipple playfully, one of his hands coming up to caress your breast while his other hand rubs your womanhood. He's taking his sweet time on purpose now, he knows you want him and he's going to be sure to deliver at a sadistically slow rate.

His tongue running from your nipple up to your collarbone and planting a kiss there before finally reaching up to your neck causing a shiver to rack your spine, even more so when he begins to suck on your soft spot.

An action he must regret when a moan leaves your lips, right in his ear. The sound causing Thatch to visibly shudder as his teeth clamp down onto your skin, his hand roughly kneading your breast and making your back arch against the door.

His fingers finally entering your wet slit, your moans becoming more frequent and much more breathless. Your legs spreading a little to give him better access as he pumps his fingers inside of you, your hand sliding to his back and your nails digging harshly into his skin. What he's doing just feels too good.

The brunette letting out a moan himself, although it's muffled against your neck. A knot-like feeling beginning to burn inside your stomach, your head rolling back against the door as your moans get louder and hotter the more his fingers pleasure you.

Surely, people out in the hall can hear you through this door. The wood isn't thick enough to drone out everything. 

Your legs beginning to tremble from pleasure and your hips uncontrollably bucking into his hand, your moans beginning to strain. It's clear that your climax is nearing, the knot in your stomach feeling like it's on fire. However, the tease pulls his fingers out once again, earning one seriously pissed off pout from you now.

A soft chuckle leaving his lips as he pulls away from your neck, licking his fingers while his other hand tugs you over to the bed. "Call me possessive, but I don't want anyone else hearing those moans other than me~" His voice is slightly labored but still hot as fuck and there's even a visible tent in his pants.

"I love that possessive side~" Your voice sounding just as ragged as Thatch's, the man pushing you down on the bed before climbing over you, his lips finding yours once again. This kiss sending a slight electric shock through your body, his hand immediately slipping down to your ass while the other keeps his body elevated above yours.