The New Girl

21.

WARNINGS: LIGHT SMUT, FOOD PLAY, ORAL (FEM RECEIVING)

"Sam will be mad we're eating this ice-cream. He was using it for dessert tomorrow." I bit my lip and widened my eyes at Tom.

"Eh, he'll get over it." Tom smiled.

After our...first time, we went into the shower and...did it for a second time. Neither of us had ever showered with someone before and it was the most chaotic shower I have ever had.

"Tom, that's conditioner!"

"No it's not! Here, shampoo- oh." He poured it onto his head and realised.

"You're an absolute helmet." I laughed as I rinsed my hair off under the water.

"Lemme under." He pouted.

"Gimme a sec!" I squealed as he rubbed his hair that was full of conditioner all over my stomach and chest, nudging me like some kind of animal out the way.

"Tom!" I laughed as he managed to sneak under the water with me.

I wiped my eyes and looked up at Tom who had rinsed all the conditioner out his hair and was now looking down at me through his wet curls. I went on my tippy-toes and wrapped my arms around his neck and he slid his hands around my hips. He slowly reached a hand towards my core and began to rub my clit.

"Oh god," I moaned against his wet skin.

"So fucking gorgeous, darling."

Just thinking about it made my breath hitch in my throat. But after another round in the shower and actually cleaning ourselves, we got out and I shoved my hair up in a bun and Tom gave me the shirt he had on tonight to put on. I only did up two buttons in the middle of the shirt and then put on some pants. We made our way into the kitchen and found some mint-choc-chip ice-cream in the freezer and grabbed two spoons. Then I remembered we had some prosecco someone had given me for my birthday so we popped it open and poured two glasses and made our way to the couch.

My legs were now slung over his lap and his right hand was resting behind me on the couch as his other dipped into the ice-cream.

"I just remembered it's my parents anniversary tomorrow..." Tom groaned, his head falling to his shoulders.

"Don't worry, you can call them tomorrow." I said soothingly, taking a sip of prosecco.

"Harry will have gotten them something. He's always good at that stuff." Tom sighed, sitting back up.

"I've still to meet your parents." I said nonchalantly, taking a spoonful of ice-cream.

"You will at some point, don't worry. It's just hectic right now. But my work days are cutting down so they might visit soon."

"We're in Spain next week, though."

"Aw fuck...I forgot." He slapped his forehead.

I giggled, "It's fine."

"Hey," Tom smirked at me.

I squinted past my glass, looking at his mischevious grin, "What?"

"We'll be in Spain." Tom raised his eyebrows.

I paused, not getting at what he was implying, "Yeah..."

He reached forward and took the glass out of my hand and sat it on the coffee table and then the ice-cream.

"We'll be abroad, in a fancy resort, in the penthouse suite..." He smiled and crawled on top of me.

I slowly laid down and watched him above me with a grin, "What are you implying, Mr Holland?"

"I'm implying that we-" He kissed my lips.
"Fuck-" He kissed my jaw.
"As much-" He kissed my chest.
"As humanly-" He kissed my stomach.
"Possible." He kissed my pant line.

"Mmm, I think I could get on board with that." I giggled lightly.

He dragged my pants down my legs and lay in between my thighs, kissing and licking up my skin. I hummed and grabbed his half-wet hair. He suddenly sat up and reached over to the ice-cream and the spoon.

"What are you- oh my god!" I whimpered as he started dragging the cold ice-cream from my ankles, up my legs.

He traced the spoon up my calf, under my knee and to my inner thigh, stopping right before my core. He sat the ice-cream down and lifted my foot up. He began licking the trail of ice-cream from my ankle up my leg.

"Mmm, Tom," I hummed.

He got to my thigh and went achingly slow, moving closer and closer to my core. Then he stopped. He stopped and I could feel his hot breath on me.

"Tom, please." I begged, my chest heaving up and down.

"What do you want?" He prompted lowly, his face so close to me.

"I want your mouth, Tom, please." I bit my lip watching him look up at me through his messy curls.

He didn't give me any notice, he filled the space between us and dove between my legs, his mouth attaching to my clit.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed.

I tugged his hair and arched my back, feeling all of his tongue on me for the second time tonight.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

***

Tom and I had transferred to his bedroom after 4am. We stayed up and talked, danced and sang our hearts out, a little tipsy from the prosecco and drunk in love - as cliche as it sounds. We both fell asleep nearly instantly, my head nestled into the crook of his arm and his arm wrapped tightly around me.

But I woke up facing the wall instead of the door and when I turned over, half asleep to cuddle Tom, he wasn't there. The dip in the bed from where he was once lying was still there and a small amount of heat radiated from his spot. I groaned, too tired to say or do anything about it and fell asleep nearly instantly.

I woke up again half an hour later. The sun was shining brighter than before through his window. I gradually opened my eyes and yawned as I sat up on the bed. He must have gone to call his parents or something. I couldn't hear anyone. I don't think the twins were back yet either. I stumbled out of bed and creeked open the bedroom door.

"Tom?" I called out into the house.

No answer. I tip-toed through the house, to the kitchen where there was a post-it note.

Out to get some food for breakfast, be back soon <3 xx

I smiled and put the note back then skipped back to the bedroom. I wanted to surprise him for when he came home. I put on the same bra and pants I had on last night and slipped on one of his white shirts and a pair of his white socks. I let my hair down and sat on the kitchen island, patiently waiting for his arrival.

I soon heard the back door open and the jangle of keys. I fixed my posture and posed on the island, my heart beating fast with adrenaline.

"Just put your stuff here, I'll see if Cole's up yet." I heard Toms voice.

Who was he talking to?

"Oh how is that going? Is she better than Harrison?" A woman's voice.

English. Same accent as us. Sounded older.

"Anyone's better than Harrison, let's be honest." A man's voice.

English. Same accent. Older.

OH MY GOD. IT'S HIS PARENTS....

The door opened into the kitchen and I squealed and jumped off of the kitchen island, slipping on the marble and crashing to the floor.

"Shit! Cole?" Tom cursed, frantically running over to me.

I rolled over my ankle or something. It fucking hurt. I didn't say anything to Tom I just stood up with a hiss and headed as fast as I could to my bedroom.

"Oh it's lovely here and- oh my..."

I stopped in my tracks. You could hear a pin drop. I cursed under my breath and slowly turned around to finally face Tom and his dumbfounded parents.

I gulped, "Hi."