Actor Imagines: Thomas Brodie Sangster Book 2

Don't you dare

I smiled as I sat on the little wooden bench in the park in my little dress and leggings, my more winter style boots as autumn was here in full swing. The leaves falling off the trees in the almost ice like London wind, luckily I had thomas' leather jacket around my shoulders to keep away the chill. His slender arm on the back of the bench his red patterned shirt buttoned up with a black shirt of some sort below it, his sleaves rolled to his elbows, his black jeans tight to every crevise and curve of his legs and hips, his hair a mess from wind and the fact I needed trimming desperately. He was feeling the chill of the air as his exposed skin was gathering goosebumps or perhaps that was just... His excitement.
We sat together his arm behind me on the bench the other on my waist his thumb rubbing on the fabric of my dress as he has made sure his hand was under the jacket, Both of my own where on his neck often playing with his hair where I could. His lips on my own as we kissed passionately and at times lustfully, like we desperately desired each other. The sound of our lips clacking where we kissed over and over audible to us alone, my head slightly moved to the side so we could kiss deeper, I moved a little closer earning a slight groan from Thomas as he readjusted his arm around me to hold me closer as he did I smirked into our kiss feeling something pressing against me so I pulled back licking my lips a little still remaining in his arms "ooohh, Thomas" I smirked
"What's the matter sugarcube?" He asked a little worried
"Hum? Oh nothings the matter Thomas" I smiled
"Then..." He began "why did we stop making out?"
"I just wanted to ask you something" I smiled gently running my fingers around his skin a little
"What?" He asked pulling me a little closer
"You have a Bonner" I smirked "don't you?" I asked glancing down to his tight black jeans where something clearly sat so I glanced back to his face his brown eyes wide and his skin draining of colour
"Uhhh I uhh no" he stuttered blush creeping to his cheeks
"Thomas... Don't lie to me" I warn
"Okay maybe a semi" he blushed "we where making out, it was hot, I got excited... Sorry sugarcube"
"Awww it's okay Thomas, I think it's kinda cute" I giggled
"Cute?" He asked "why do you find me getting a Bonner cute?"
"Because it's funny and sweet that you can't help it" I shrug
"Like how... It's adorable when you get wet because you can't control it?" He asked pulling me a little closer and I nodded moving closer too we where so close now we could rub our noses together having a little Eskimo kiss I giggled a little and gave him a real kiss making him blush a little more so I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder cuddling close to his warm skin he smiled moving the arm that was on the bench around me sitting on my waist the other sitting on his thigh as we cuddled up close I wasn't paying much attention to things for a while just sitting with my eyes closed cuddling close when I heard a "Uumhh uuhh" it made me jump but I smirked
"Don't you dare" I warn
"Don't what?" He asked
"Don't you dare jerk off in public" I warn hitting his chest
"But sugarcube... He hurts" he whines "and, it feels so good-"
"Thomas no, you can wait till we get to yours or atleast to the car" I told him
"Umm no I can't" he groans
"Hand now" I ordered making him take his hand that was on his thigh but had now slipped under his jeans I took it putting his hand back on his leg "hand where I can see it Mr" I warn
"What about this hand?" He asked his other hand sliding up towards my breasts
"Well that hand can do whatever it likes" I smiled nuzzling closer keeping an eye on him his other hand gently and sneakily feeling me up which no doubt wasn't helping his Bonner till I noticed his other hand was gone "Thomas" I warn
"I put my hand in my pocket I was cold" he complained
"Alright" I smirked giving his cheek a kiss
"Do you not trust me sugar cube?" He smirked
"Not at all you dirty little boy" I smirked pulling him back to kissing he quickly kissed me back holding me tightly his groans and gasps often in our very lusty make out till I slipped a hand down to rubb on his jeans crotch "this hand in your pocket isn't touching yourself is it Thomas?" I asked
"No, sugarcube I would never-" he began but I glared at him "yes, I'm close too" he groans
"Your dirty little hands can't be trusted" I smirked pulling both his hands so he hand to hold mine unable to touch me or himself so we went back to kissing much more innocently until "uuummmm..." He groans
"How the hell are you doing that?" I asked
"Doing what?" He asked
"I'm holding both your hands Thomas how the hell are you-" I began before I noticed his legs crossed and clearly using them to get a little desperate friction on himself "you dirty boy" I smirked
"It's why you love me sugarcube" he winked
"Your place come on" I smirked getting my bag and getting up
"Not sure I can wait that long" he growled wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tight against him feeling his hard buldge rub against my thigh
"Fine, back seat now" I ordered dragging him towards the car park.