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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"Here?" Tom asked pulling over.
"Yes," you said, nibbling on his ear.
"Here?!!" he repeated waving wildly, "we're right on the side of a busy highway!" A commercial truck roared by, shaking the car.
"See?!" he exclaimed.
You hushed him with your lips, "Shhh," you said pulling away, "Now get in the back seat."
He looked at you uncertainly. You curled your lips and reached behind your back to undo your bra, then threw it at his face. He swallowed slowly, staring at your breasts, then glanced out the window, back at your breasts then proceeded to crawl over the seats. Atta boy, you thought. You followed him, or at least tried to but got stuck halfway in between the seats.
"Help," you said weakly.
"What are you doing?" Tom burst out laughing. You started giggling.
"I'm stuck" you laughed, reaching out to him, pinned at the hips, tits just hanging out.
Tom just laughed even harder, not making any attempt to give aid. He pulled his phone out.
"Don't you fucking dare..."
Click.
"It's just for me," he said catching his breath, "I swear."
You glared at him, reaching for the phone this time, "Tom, I swear to god..."
He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you loose. You landed on top of him and immediately started snatching for his phone. Tom crossed his arms, gripping the phone tight. You grabbed his wrists, trying to pry them apart.
"I will break you, boy," you threatened.
"You know you're sexy when you're scary," he said restraining your hands at your side.
You leaned over and kissed him, wishing you had worn a skirt instead of these damn jeans. Tom had already started in on them, unbuttoning, unzipping. You leaned back on the seat struggling to get them off. Tom was pulling them down only inches at a time.
"Are these glued on?" He gave a frustrated laugh.
You finally wiggled out of them and suddenly he was on top of you, restraining your wrists again, this time above your head. The window glass felt cool against your hands. Lights flashed from a passing car, casting shadows over Tom's face. His eyes were shining with hunger. If he was the snack, guess you were the dessert.
"I like it when you do that," you purred.
"I know you do," Tom said, smashing his lips against yours and shoved himself inside of you with ferocity. You gasped and moved against him, biting his bottom lip. The grip on your wrists got tighter with each thrust. His other hand held onto your thigh, fingers pressing into your flesh. You knew you would find bruises there in the morning. Battle scars, you thought.
He was no doubt the best lover you've ever had. He listened and learned and had a few tricks himself. Sometimes, it was like sleeping with a different person than the night before. Perks of dating an actor you guessed. But this, this was your favorite side of him. He was so rough and carnal. He was dangerous.
You broke free from his grasp and pushed him off of you. He sat back on the seat, panting.
"What are you-" but your mouth was on his before he could finish. Enough with the niceties, you thought.
You straddled him, pinning him against the back seat. His hands flew to your hips, and he pulled and pushed and twisted and turned, like he was steering you.
"Vroom, vroom," you whispered, your pleasure increasing with every grunt he uttered, every thrust he gave. The car was shaking again, this time not from a passing truck.
His mouth found your nipple and he began biting you softly. Then not so softly. He growled lowly, just like a...
"Tiger...."you moaned. That was enough to set him over the edge, you following. You bit his shoulder as you did. Hard. He tensed up and winced.
"Fuck," he said, leaning his head back. You weren't sure if it was from the pleasure or the pain. Probably a bit of both.
You exhaled, shakily and laid your head on his shoulder, catching your breath. His skin was slick with sweat. You gave his neck a quick kiss, loving the salty taste on your lips. The windows had fogged up from the heat of your bodies, filtering the passing headlights into halos.
"Thanks for the ride," you giggled.
"That'll be £11. Don't forget to tip your driver." Tom smiled, patting your ass cheek.
"I think I'm the one that got the tip," you laughed.
"Hey mate," a loud knock came from outside. You both jumped as someone shouted,"you alright?"
