THE HOLLAND BOYS AND HARRISON OSTERFIELD IMAGINES

Blow a kiss , Fire a gun 6

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SMUT!

You weren't exactly sure what happened next, one second you were in the water the next Tom was dragging you out, his hands tight in yours as he led you somewhere else, stopping every now and then to place a chaste kiss against your lips. You prayed no one was looking out of the many windows Tom's place held because if they were, they'd see his hands all over you, the two of you moving hastily against one another to feel some kind of relief.

"I can't-, can't do it here, c'mon angel" He dragged you into another area and you noticed a spa, asking yourself how far he'd dragged you away but it was then that you noticed the cool air hitting your body. It was suddenly like every sense was heightened and between his hands all over you and the cold air, it was hard to tell where his hands were travelling to next.

"Where are we going?" You asked softly, your bottom lip shaking slightly from the cold. Your previous sarcasm and was gone because he was about to fuck you to infinity and you were going to enjoy every second of it.

"You'll see" he kept dragging you along and you had to marvel at how large his property was, god knows what else he was keeping on this site.

It was an indoor spa with walls, preventing anyone from seeing in and you were grateful. Though you doubted that you would have minded if he'd chosen to take you in the pool where anyone could peek, overcome with bliss and lust.

"Ever fucked in a spa before?" He removed his lips from yours for a quick second, lifting the lid off of the pool while you stood in awe.

The warmth of the room was enough to warm you up in seconds and suddenly reminded you of the pooling wetness in your swimming shorts that only seemed to grow when Tom grabbed your hand again, kissing you fiercely and pressing you against one of the four walls where he quickly rips off your bikini top and kicks away the bottoms, leaving you exposed.

You don't even try to shy away from him, too excited for what was to come to care about what he could or couldn't see.

With his lips still on yours, you trail a hand down his abdomen to his V line, your nails brushing over his skin delicately until you reach the waistband of his boxers. Your fingers brush over his boner, feeling his for the first time over top of his wet boxers before stripping them off. You'd barely touched him but he was reacting to you, that was for sure. Tom lets out a barely audible moan at the new sensation.

"You're so fucking beautiful" he ran a hand over one of your breasts, letting your hardened nipple roll between his fingers for a moment before squeezing the flesh. "Everything I imagined"

Your body was reacting to every touch of his as well, the pool between your legs causing your thighs to become damp when his hand snuck between them, slipping your legs apart and trailing a hand inside.

"Tom, Jesus- that feels good" You groan, squeezing your eyes shut and letting yourself enjoy every second of his fingers against your heat. You arched further into his hand, not an ounce of embarrassment or regret crossed your mind.

"You're so wet for me, poppet, were you like this last night too?" He smirked, knowing this was all because of him. "Words" He demands

You almost duck your head down at his words. You were fucking soaked, but Tom found it nothing less than hot. "Yes, I was, all for you"

He pulled you to the steps where he stepped up and into the water first, letting himself settle into the water before you followed. "No one can see us here, it's just you and me," He said it as if it was a promise as if he was trying to reassure you that it was just the two of you.