DayDream (Liam Payne FF) (BWWM) COMPLETED

2 and a half months ago.

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***Two & a half months ago.***

Sophia.

Last Time- Trey Songz

Addiction- Ryan Leslie

Poison- Bell Biv Devoe

“We have to stop meeting like this,” I gasp into his hair as he pumps his index and middle finger into me slowly. Agonizingly slow. I can hear my shallow breathing in the small space that we’re in. Feel the pads of his fingerprints rubbing against some of my most sensitive areas. The coldness of the rings he wears on his index and middle finger, constantly hitting my sweet spot, sending delicious bursts of shivers down my spine.

“How many times have you said that before,” He dips his head into my neck, nipping at the skin where my throat and collar meet. “You’re always so wet for me Sophia, why don’t you just leave him already?” He asks, pulling his fingers from my panties and bringing them up to my lips.

I sigh, frustrated. Leave it to him to blow a perfectly good, post-sex foreplay session. “I’m not going to leave him because I love him,” I retort, as I begin to bend over to the front seat to grab my thong from the rearview mirror, where it had been thrown in a lust-induced haze.

He snorts. “You love him, but you definitely let the world know that you loved me about 5 minutes ago when I was hitting your spot and pulling your hair, just the way you like it,” he looks at me smugly as he wipes his hands with wipes before applying hand sanitizer.

Putting his wedding ring back on.

“I could say the same for you,” I gesture with my chin to newly replaced wedding ring, “Since you want me to leave Liam so badly, why don’t you leave her?” I counter, feeling the roles reverse and the smug look now occupying my face as he watches me get dressed with annoyance.

“To half quote you: I love her,” he smirks as he tucks his tee into his jeans and smoothes out the jeans shirt he’s wearing over it. Rolling my eyes, I climb into the front seat to fix my hair and make up. Opening the mirror in the visor, I’m pleased to see that he didn’t leave any hickies. This time. Last time, I had to wear concealer for a week before I even ventured getting too close to Li. When he noticed the slightly purple mark on my neck I told him that one of my cross body bags were really heavy and bruised me.

“Hey, are you almost done? I need to roll down the windows so we can air out some of this fresh sex smell,” he inquires, pulling me out of memory.

“Yeah, I’m almost done,” I reply as I pull my hair into a high bun, pushing loose wisps of hair behind my ears. Checking the mirror, I re-apply my lip-gloss and dab the sweat off my forehead with a napkin he so graciously hands me. Closing the tiny mirror and pushing the visor up, I wiggle into my thong and pull my dress down, smoothing out as many wrinkles as I can, given the awkward position I’m sitting in.

He opens the door to the backseat and slams it closed as he joins me in the front seat of the car, turning the key in the ignition and rolling all the windows down. Luckily for us, breeze was on our side and begins to blow away the intermingled scents of our lovemaking.

He pulls a handkerchief out of a cup holder and wipes the excess perspiration from his brow as he closes his eyes and leans back in the drivers seat, letting out a deep sigh as he does. I continue to fuss with my appearance, trying to correct as much as I can in this completely wrong situation.