So, 2017 is going to be a big year for you and Tom: New house, Homecoming premiere, wedding planning, oh and there's that whole illegitimate daughter coming to visit. Not a damn thing could possibly go wrong! The sarcastic, sweet, and sexy saga con...
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"We should have taken the bloody tube," Tom grumbled, glaring at the line of cars ahead. You actually said the same thing before you started your day, but any chance Tom can get behind the wheel, he'll take it. He was a little speed demon but you didn't tell him so.
"But then, I wouldn't be able to do this...,"you purred, nibbling on the tender flesh of his neck. He crooked his shoulder up some and cleared his throat.
"Having...trouble...driving...," he said with a smirk while shifting in his seat.
You opened the take away box of cake samplings and hooked a finger into the icing. You lifted your hand to his lips and dragged the sweet confection over his lips.
He opened his mouth and you slid your finger inside. He suckled on it, savoring all the sweetness as best as he could while not being distracted.
You pulled your finger away.
"More?" you asked, pawing at his thigh. His cast you a cheeky grin.
"What else have you got?" he asked.
You read the labels: cannoli cream, tiramisu, mango coconut...
"Mango coconut," he said with a little nod. Luckily you were getting closer to Kingston, which meant closer to home, which meant closer to having your hot as shit little boy toy inside of you.
You pulled out a piece of the mango coconut cake and placed it to his lips. He devoured it, and your fingers along with it. You loved the sensation of his tongue around your fingers. It made you think of all the other things that tongue can do.
"Step on it, Tiger," you demanded before tugging on his ear with your teeth.
"So bossy," he smirked, but he loved it. Who wouldn't love someone begging for a piece of ass like that? You weren't too proud to beg, no sir. You were most comfortable on your knees.
Tom finally pulled into your driveway and you two scampered out the car and raced through the front door. Tom was immediately peeling your clothes off but you hindered him with more cake.
"Uh uh uhhh," you wagged a finger at him and slowly backed away, with a slice of tiramisu in hand. He eyed the cake and your unbuttoned jeans (how did that happen?!), before pouncing on you.
"No!" you squealed and raced up the stairs, cake box in tow.
He was close behind you, smacking your ass and groping at your clothes.
"Tom!" you gasped, but he spun you around before you had any breath to say more. His lips suddenly crashed against yours, hands gripping and tugging at your stubborn clothes. He fell on top of you on the bed, as you slowly shoved the cake in his mouth.
"Mmffff," he moaned, mouth full. Flecks of chocolate sprinkled on your face as gulped it down. He licked his lips, gorged on the goodness. You wrinkled your nose and feigned disgust. He just nibbled at your lips even further, the bitter sweet taste of coffee and cocoa mingled with the heat of his tongue. You leaned into the taste, tongue stretching deeper into his mouth while your body writhed beneath him. His palm pressed down on your hip, stirring every ounce of oppressed desire in you. The harder he restrained you, the hotter you became.
