Tom Delonge Fan Fic

Chapter 8 - I wait for her to change

The ride home felt incredibly long. I couldn't wait much longer to have Tom, and by the way he kept touching me in the car, he couldn't either. We pulled into the driveway, and I wasted no time getting inside, Tom right on my heels. I kicked my shoes off by the door and grabbed Toms hand as we shuffled up the stairs. We stopped halfway when Tom pushed me against the wall, hoisting up my legs around him.

"I couldn't wait any longer" he whispered.

I didn't answer him, but instead replied by slipping off his shirt and kissing him. He did the same for me, throwing the piece of clothing carelessly to the floor. Our kissing became intense, our tongues waving around one another, our breathing speeding up. Tom walked us to his room where he laid me on the bed and slid down my pants. He removed my bra in one swift motion.

"Wait here" he said.

He left the room for a few moments, leaving me with my thoughts. I heard him shuffle downstairs and come back up shortly, this time with more... toys. He spread the toys out on his dresser. From what I could see, he had rope, handcuffs, vibrators, dildos, and blindfolds.

My heart began to race as I had never really done anything like this before. He picked up the handcuffs, tying my wrists above my head to the bedframe. He returned to the dresser where he picked up the blindfold, once again, tying it around me.

"If it hurts or gets too overwhelming let me know" I was nervous but excited, so I just nodded.

I was no stripped of my sight and touch, leaving me slightly useless. Finally, I felt something clasp around my ankles and spread my legs apart, so I couldn't close them or move them. I wasn't sure why, but I had grown very wet and blush, now being completely exposed. I heard some shuffling before I felt Tom run his fingers over my body. He started with my hair, brushing it out of my face and behind my ears, tugging on it ever so slightly. I groaned at the feeling. I then felt his hand trail down to my neck, then around my cheek. He stuck his finger in my mouth, which I subconsciously swirled my tongue around. He removed his finger, continuing his hand down my body. He moved down to my chest, leaving a trail of wetness from where his finger was. He delicately played with each nipple, not really giving them much attention.

By now, I was a horny mess. I couldn't wait much longer for him, and all the teasing he did early today only worsened it. He continued his hand down to m belly button, where he circled it once before placing a kiss on each of my hips. I bucked a little from the plushness of his mouth, being that my hips were very sensitive. He noticed my small motion, kissing each again, smirking everytime I moved.

"Tom stop teasing me please" I finally caved in.

I heard him chuckle under his breath slightly, as he said nothing. He removed his hand from my body, and it was quiet for a few moments. I began to panic until I felt his warm breath against my wet folds. I tried pushing my hips forward to quicken his pace, but instead I got them pushed back down and held in place.

"Eager, aren't you?" I cooed.

I was frustrated at this point. I wanted him so bad, and he wasn't doing anything.

"Please Tom, please!!" I squealed.

I thrusted my hips forward again, this time with a little more force, only to have them thrown back down.

"You teased me all day sweetheart, now I'm doing the same to you." He pauses for a moment. "You can also consider this a punishment, for telling me what to do. You'll learn quite quickly I don't like being told what to do."

His voice made me more turned on. He ducked his head back down, kissing and nibbling on the inside of my legs. My knees instinctively tried to close from the sudden pleasure, but they were barred open. Tom continued to nibble and lick his way back up my thighs, as I squirmed under him. I wanted to touch him so bad. I wanted him to touch me, and make me cum, but all the had been restricted. All I could do was wait for the torture to end. I gave up on trying to escape the handcuffs, being that I was only hurting myself. My breathing had picked up again without my noticing.