So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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The latch finally gave way and Tom pushed you into the foyer. You both stumbled inside, his hands still all over you, your thigh slamming against the credenza with a loud thud.
"Ow!"
"Sorry, sorry!" he shouted.
"Shhh!!", you hushed him, laughing.
A vase toppled over and rolled to the edge of the credenza, threatening to fall. Tom quickly grabbed it and righted it before any damage was done, then gave you a That-was-close face. You turned around and Mrs. Padworth was standing in her doorway, peering out to see what all the noise was about.
Tom quickly put his hands in his pockets and stepped away from you.
"Oh dearie, it's you," Mrs. Padworth simpered, eyeing Tom up and down. Tom beamed at her and exclaimed,
"And who is this? Y/N, you didn't tell me you lived across the hall from such a beautiful young lady!"
You watched him transform right before your eyes. What was a raging sexual inferno only seconds before, was now a deliciously charming and captivating young man. You clenched your jaw and looked down, trying to hide a smile. He reached out and gingerly grabbed her hand, placing the other over hers and shook, while flashing his most handsome smile.
Mrs. Padworth giggled like a little girl.
"Sorry for the noise, Mrs. Padworth. We were just trying to get in from out of the rain," you forced a smile and tugged on the back of Tom's jacket, like let's go.
"We'll be going now." You turned to the door of your flat and started to unlock it. Tom was fiddling with your belt loops, pinching your ass, all sorts of things to fuck with you while you unlocked the door. You slapped his hand away several times. You could feel Mrs. Padworth's eyes on you, full of polite judgment.
"I knew you were into older women, but..." you gave him a smirk and tossed your keys on the counter.
Tom shrugged, "I like to keep my options open."
"I got something for you to open, Tiger," you bit your lip seductively, unzipping your soaked hoodie.
Tom rushed to you, pulling it off of you. You shivered.
"Babe, you're freezing," he said rubbing your arms to warm you up.
"I think," you kissed him, "I need," kiss, "a long," kiss, "hot," kiss, "shower."
He grinned slowly.
The two of you made your way to the bathroom, stripping each other of your clothes along the way and making pit stops to kiss and grope and tease.
You stepped into the shower, pulling Tom in with you. The steam enveloped you, as you ran you hands down his stomach, feeling the ripple of his abs. He jerked slightly. Ticklish, you remembered.
His hands roamed all over you, stroking your breasts, squeezing your ass, until they rested in between your legs. You grabbed his arm, sighing, and dug your nails in, delighting in every touch of his fingers. He tensed and his face winced in pain.
You laughed at him then smashed your lips against his, nearly slipping on the wet porcelain. You fell towards him but he caught you, his strong hands holding onto your hips.
His tongue stirred inside your mouth with a quickening pace. His body was pressed so close to yours, only the trickling water could make its way between you. He pried his lips away, panting, his eyes smoldering and his mouth curled devilishly.
You raised an eyebrow at him, coyly. "What are you up to, Tiger?"
He only smiled and slowly turned you away from him, hands gripping your hips. An arm slip around your waist and held you roughly as he kissed the nape of your neck, your shoulder blade.
You placed a hand against the wet tile to steady yourself. His mouth traveled back up your neck and to your ear.
