My dirty whispers (smutty and dirty one shots)

Three is the magic number part 2 (Zac/Tom)

*Annabelle*
I knock on the door to Tom's trailer and hear him tell me to come on in. I open the door and walk inside. "Hi Tom, I wondered if you needed a hand...".

"Oh hi Annie". He says smiling. He is only wearing his ever present black jeans. His chiselled chest bare. "I thought it might be from wardrobe. But if it's no bother, I prefer having my assistant helping me with the costume".

"Sure, no problem". I say trying to keep my eyes away from his bare chest. "I am here to tend to what ever needs you have".

A smirk slid over Tom's face, his eyes sparkling in a mischievous way. "So were are you from Annie ? Is it a slight Canadian accent I can hear ?"

"You have a good ear for accents". I tell him, being rather impressed, most people can't hear. "I was born in Canada, but moved to LA when I was 22, so that's 15 years now".

There is a knock on the door and I hurry over to open. The wardrobe assistant carries in his costume and he sends her a sweet smile. "If you just hand it to my assistant. I prefer if she helps me with it, thank you".

I get handed over the costume bag and hangs it on the door, opening it up. "Okay if you get out of your jeans, I get the costume ready".

Turning around I stop in my track, almost dropping the costume. Shit so that rumour is true. "Okay.. so not wearing any underwear I see".

"No, I let the stewardess I fucked on the flight here keep them as a souvenir". He says like it was a normal thing to say, making me gasp. He rolls his eyes. "I just forgot to put them on okay ? It happens you know".

I glare at him, still trying to avert my eyes from his cock. Even just hanging there it is big and honestly it is hard not to look. "Well you better put some on, you don't want the costume to smell like sweaty balls tomorrow".

"Hey I don't have sweaty balls". He says looking mock offended. "Want to feel ?" He rolls his eyes again when I blush. "Could you grab me a pair in my bag over there ?"

I go open the bag, happy to have my back to his naked body for a moment. I rummage through his bag. Then I turn holding up something... A blindfold. "Uhh what is this for Tom ?"

"Well for sleeping on planes and taking naps in my trailer during long days". He says, then I hold up the handcuffs and he chuckles. "That.. well I can't make up a good excuse for that".

I throw him a pair of boxer, winking at him. "Well well well, so the perfect gentleman Tom Hiddleston is really a kinky bastard".

"What can I say ? There is a lot of things my fans don't know about me". He says winking at me as he pulls on the boxers.

I help him get dressed and he looks himself in the mirror. "I think it is safe to say that it fits well. What do you say Annie ?"

"It fits you perfectly Tom". I tell him. My tongue darting out to wet my lips. He really do look handsome. Damn I need to get Zac alone soon or I am going to loose my shit here. Let's get it of again then".

I start unbuttoning the shirt. Tom's eyes are following my hands. And when I step closer to peal the shirt of him he leans down and whispers huskily. "You got really soft hands, I like the way the feel on my skin".

"Thanks, I think". I say knowing I am blushing crimson. But inside my heart is beating up a frenzy. Imagining my hands running over that skulpted chest. Yup I need sex and I need it fast. I just wish Zac wasn't so much of a gentleman. But I am pretty sure I won't talk him into some rowdy sex in his trailer. I will have to wait till we can get back to the hotel.

*Zac*
"There you are". I pull Belle into my arms as soon as she enters my trailer. My hands sliding down to grab her perky ass. "What took you so long ?"

She snuggles into me, her hands is already under my shirt, sliding over my skin. "Tom.. God that man is something else".

"So what did Hiddles do this time ?" I say looking at her. I know Tom is not always how people perceive him to be. Don't get me wrong, he is a good guy, there is just a lot of other sides to him, beside the perfect gentleman most people see.

She is slowly kissing up my neck, in between nippling on my skin. "Well first of all, the man actually don't wear underwear and he has handcuffs in his bag. So long story short, he is a kinky bastard".

"I am not sure I want to know how you know these things". A part of me of course feels rather annoyed with Tom, no matter the reason. But there was also this other feeling. Why does the idea of her looking at his dick, and well I know she looked, why does it make my heart beat faster ?

It's not like I am turned on by the idea of Tom naked, definately not. But I imagine her eyes going wide, her tongue playing on those lush lips, like they do when she sees something she like. Her imagining what she could do to him. Shit ! I shake my head, were the hell did that come from ? Was I just turned on by imagining my girlfriend wanting another man ? Well that is a bit weird.

"Uhh someone is in the mood". Her hand slide down to cup me through my pants, slowly rubbing my erection, making me groan.

She starts fiddling with my pants, but I take her wrist. "Belle I need to be in the conference room for a read through in less than 20 minuts, so we better not".

"I don't need that long, you know that". She gets my pants open, janking them down on my thighs together with my boxers. Freeing my throbbing length. "And well you can't go in for the reading with this".

I watch her sink to her knees, looking up at me, that sexy smirk playing on her lips. Hissing low in my throat, when she grabs me, running her tongue all the way up the underside, ending with her tongue swirling the head and then run over the slid, pre cum already forming. "You.. might.. be... right".

God this woman is going to be the death of me, I think as I lean back on the table, grabbing the edge with one hand. My other hand woven into her hair. And I watch her slowly taking all of me, she seriously has no gag reflex. Her lips stretch wide to accommodate me.

But the most enticing thing is the sounds she makes, telling me she is actually turned on by this. Small soft moans and this humming sound from the back of her throat, sending vibrations through me.

"Belle, babe.. not that it isn't amazing, but stop". I tuck gently at her hair, making her look up at me. "I want to be inside you".

She let go of me with a rather loud pop, and slowly stand up, turning to lean on the small counter, pulling her skirt up and slowly sliding her thong down around her angles. "Come on then big boy".

I run my hand over her ass, feeling how she pushes into my hand. My hand running up to grab her waist, the other one guiding my hard member into her waiting center. Hearing her groan as I slowly fill her.

She pushes back against each thrust, gasping and moaning my name. I hate having to be quick about it, but I have places to go and things to do. So I twist my hip on each thrust, knowing it will tantilise her G-spot and within minutes she starts really grinding into me. "God Zac, right there. I am going to cuuuuuummmeee".

And she does gloriously, her inside clenching around me, milking me, pulling me with her into a delicious climax.