The New Girl

20.

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (FEM RECEIVING), CHOKING KINK, SQUIRTING (oops)

"You...you wanna go back home?" Tom asked breathlessly against my lips.

We had started to get a little too hot and heavy for the middle of a town square so we practically sprinted back to the car and were making out in the backseat. Not many people were around so despite us being in a convertible, we didn't mind.
I was on his lap and my hands were entangled in his hair. His hands were firmly placed on my hips, sadly not moving further down. He was waiting for the right time.

"Uh huh." I practically moaned against his lips, kissing him again before climbing back into the passenger seat.

He followed me and sat in the driver's seat, awkwardly adjusting as he clearly had a hard on. I pretended not to notice but couldn't help a smile peek through as he turned the ignition on.

"Oh shoosh, you." He hushed me as he drove away at some pace.

We were on the highway in no time, the cool, crisp evening air fanning our faces. I was quite cold from the wind but I didn't mind. I reached a hand over behind Tom's neck and started massaging the back of his head, messing his hair a little. I loved his hair. It may be his best feature.

He looked over at me with his gorgeous brown eyes and his slight smirk, looking me up and down like the chocolate cake we had earlier. I bit my lip with a smile, just enjoying watching him and the way his muscular arms and veiny hands held the steering wheel and the way his crooked nose and wild eyebrow looked so handsome. He hummed as I played with his hair and he turned back to the road.
He slyly slipped a hand from the steering wheel and over to my crossed legs. He parted my knees and my breath hitched and my heart started to pound in my chest. I watched his face and his sharp jawline as he kept his eyes on the road. His fingers started tracing patterns on my smooth thigh, slowly getting higher and higher. He got to the hem of my dress and slowly slid a finger under it and teasingly rubbed my thigh.

I moaned under my breath, my thighs clenching together and my head tilting back. I don't know how he was getting me this worked up over some simple thigh rubbing. He suddenly slipped his whole hand under my dress and rested it right at the top of my thigh, his hand so close to my pants I could feel the heat radiating from it. I clenched my thighs again, this time his hand was in the way, so nearly touching my core.

"Fuck," I moaned breathlessly, a little louder than I would have hoped.

My head was resting on the back of the car seat, my eyes shut and my lip tucked in between my teeth.

"So needy," Tom uttered lowly next to me.

I gripped his hair tighter and he hissed a little, his hand gripping my thigh in reaction. I gasped and grabbed his hand, sitting back up.

"Tom, speed." I simply said, looking at him with hazy eyes.

He smirked and stepped on the accelerator happily, a rush of adrenaline on his face as he sped past multiple cars and off the highway. His hand stayed teasingly on my thigh as he rushed through the city and up our private street to our house. He quickly pulled up and turned the car off. I grabbed my bag and opened my door.

"Hey, I'm supposed to do that!" Tom complained as he got out of his side.

"No time for chivalry, Tom." I grabbed his hand and lead him into the house.

I fumbled with the keys but finally unlocked the door and I pushed it open, half-stumbling into the house. Tom followed in after and we let go of each others hands. I kicked my shoes off and so did Tom. I closed the door and switched the light on then dimmed it a little. I heard a small chuckle from Tom and I turned around to see him standing a few feet away from me. I walked closer to him, swaying my hips noticeably until my eyes were in line with his chin. I didn't look at him, I placed my hands on his chest and ran my hands over his clothed pecs and played with the necklace he had on.