You both rushed outside the set, jumping into one of the many golf carts lined up for employees and crew. Tom was clearly used to driving one of these carts as he zipped around the lot quickly. You wouldn't be surprised if him and Harrison drag raced these around daily. Whenever he didn't need both hands to hold the wheel to turn the cart sharply, one of his hands would be firmly placed on your thigh. You kept your arm slumped around his shoulders, pulling your body close to him as you scolded him for how fast he was driving.
Finally, the two of you arrived at Tom's trailer. He fiddled slightly with his key before he got it into the lock to shove the door open. You pushed him into the trailer and quickly shut the door behind you. Within seconds, Tom threw his body on you. Your lips locked immediately, both of you taking no time to deepen the kiss. Your tongues danced against each other as he pushed your body against the booth table in the kitchen. His hands snaked under your legs to lift you slightly so you sat on the table. Tom's hands never left your body. They grabbed your hips, under your shirt. You flinched at his cold fingers against your skin, but you didn't mind, you'd missed Tom's touch. He pulled against your waist, so your figure sat close to his while he lightly grind his hips into your pelvis. You felt him growing dramatically in his baggy 'Peter Parker' jeans.
His lips trailed a wet line down your neck as he began nibbling away at the sensitive skin around your collar bone. Hushed moans escaped your mouth as you messily pushed his jacket off his frame. Your hands returned to his chest to begin undoing the buttons on his shirt. After what felt like forever, the shirt was opened and he pushed it off his shoulders. Your fingers traced along his rippling torso, your fingernails leaving faint red lines.
Tom reciprocated, his hands tucking into the sides of your shirt to lift it off over your head, discarding it to the ground. Next was your leggings, he slid his fingers into the sides of your leggings by your hips, tugging at them slightly as a motion for you to lift your bum up so he was able to strip them off. The puddle of clothes on the ground grew as he slipped his jeans off next. His large hands finally returned to your waist, stroking along your skin as they made their way up to your back. Tom unclasped your bra with ease, he'd done it so many times now he was practically a pro. Once the straps of your bra slipped off your arms his mouth immediately moved from your neck down to your hardening nipples. His soft mouth lightly bit away at one, while his hand massaged the other. Your head fell back slightly as your eyes fluttered shut, slowly losing yourself in the moment. Heat rushed to your core while you tangled your ring-covered fingers into Toms gelled hair. It felt corse and stiff, and he would likely get into a lot of trouble for getting it messed up, but in the moment neither of you cared.
Your breathing deepened as his mouth moved down your body. After tantalisingly placing wet kisses all down your torso, his lips reached your core. He practically ripped your lacy panties off, getting a glimpse of how wet you already were.
"Shit, you're so wet, gorgeous." He panted, his tongue tracing a long lick up your slit before focusing on your swelling clit.
"Mmmm, of course I am, it's been fucking weeks." You moaned out as he continued pushing you to the edge of your orgasm. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. You two were worse than rabbits when it came to sex. All the cast would joke about how you two needed to calm down, especially Tom. He was always very handsy with you, he loved showing you off and making sure everyone knew you were his. But God, if they knew how much you two really went at it, they'd be disgusted.
You harshly bit down on your lower lip as you tugged against Tom's hair. His mouth wrapped around your little bundle of nerves, applying even move pressure as his tongue flicked against it. You couldn't keep your body from squirming. Luckily, Tom had his arms wrapped around your legs, his biceps flexed to hold you still. It wasn't long before your orgasm had built heavily in that dark pit of your stomach.
