A/N: The Fall Guy is my new favourite thing and I personally would gnaw on Colt Seavers like a chew toy.
Colt x afab reader <3
As per usual, it's NSFW 18+ @ken-dom as always my darling, I thank you for your support and inspiration and late night chats.
There will certainly be more Seavers in the very near future ;) but for now, be gentle, I'm no stunt man
Enjoy my loves <3
There was a heavy knock on your trailer door before it clicked open and Colt ducked inside.
His shaggy blond hair falling in his face as he smiled that smile that made you weak in the knees.
He was covered from head to toe in dirt and dust in your favourite outfit; jeans with both knees ripped out and a dirty white t-shirt and work boots in his Miami Vice stunt team jacket.
“Hi” you smiled, as his large arms slipped around your waist, pulling you against him.
Your arms snaked around his neck, his skin warm and sun kissed against your forearms.
“Hi” he whispered before claiming your lips in a heated gentle kiss. He pushed you back gently against the small counter. You moaned softly against his mouth as he sucked on your bottom lip making your stomach flutter.
His teeth pulled gently on your lip before your tongue tangled with his, returning his kiss with just as much fervor.
He boosted you up on the small ledge, his fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt, squeezing gently, grazing over the smooth skin of the small of your back.
The walkie talkie at the end of the counter crackled with chatter, Dan was looking for you.
You pushed Colt back gently, prying your lips from his, albeit reluctantly, leaning to reach the small radio. Colt paid it no mind whatsoever, opting to continue his assault. His beard scratched over your skin as his teeth nipped along the length of your neck as he mumbled protests.
Holding his shoulder for support, you leaned further, fingers just brushing against the walkie talkie as he sucked harshly at the hollow of your collarbone.
You gasped, squeezing his shoulder “Colt, please-” you strained to reach the radio as Dan called again, knocking it over.
You giggled as his bangs tickled against your cheek, his hand closing around your wrist pulling you back to him.
“Nn-no” you protested as his frame enveloped yours as he turned you to face him, still stretched over the length of the counter, his weight heavy on top of you as he cupped your cheek, his lips finding yours as you protested half heartedly.
Your breath caught in your throat against his mouth as you felt yourself slip from the countertop; his strong arm locking around your back kept you from falling to the floor as your arms instinctively wrapped around his broad shoulders.
You break your kiss a second time, panting heavily against his neck as you try again to protest.
“Colt” you breathed hard as he moaned against your neck, but made no effort to lift his head; instead his perfect teeth leaving love bites down your throat, leading down toward your cleavage.
You whined pathetically as his warm tongue licked over your skin. Your entire body going limp in his arms, fingernails scratching against the nape of his neck. He knew just how to push your buttons.
His free hand pulling the deep v neck of your t-shirt down even further as he dragged his nose between your cleavage.
“Oh my-” you gasped, licking your lips as he hummed with approval; the support of the counter under you was gone, his arm across your back and one unsteady foot barely touching the floor between his boots, keeping you suspended where he wanted.
There was a loud knock on the door of the trailer, Dan's booming voice coming from the other side.
“Colt you better not be in there!”
That stopped him in his tracks, but he only looked up at you from his place between your breasts, his blue eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint as he stood rooted to the spot.
You bit your lips together, fighting back a laugh as Colt winked at you but didn't move.
You squeezed your eyes shut laughing quietly as Colt moved to start sucking on your overheated skin.
You grit your teeth pushing him gently by the shoulder but you knew it was in vain. “Stop it” you whispered harshly.
“He's not here Dan!” You yelled and Colt's head shot up
“Shhhh” Colt frowned up at you
“He knows I'm in here” you whispered harshly
Colt just rolled his eyes
“Check the coffee cart!’ you yelled, your fingers twisting in his mop of tangled hair.
“Mhm” was Dan's unbelieving, muffled reply.
Colt only snorted into your cleavage and you pulled on the thick strands of his hair hard, making him growl low in the back of his throat.
He stood up straight, pulling you with him before he sank to his knees in front of you, his hands pushing up the thin fabric of your shirt, he kissed a trail over your bare stomach; both your hands on either side of his head, threading through his hair.
His nimble fingers working open the button of your jeans before he slid them down your legs along with your panties.
You rested against the counter, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him lean in closer to your core.
Your heart thudded loudly in your ears as his calloused hands slid back up the length of your now bare thighs.
He let out a soft moan as you scratched against his scalp a second time, his head dipping to lick a hot stripe between your thighs.
You cried out, your knees instantly buckled as you threw your head back.
Colt slid a hand under the back of your thigh, hooking your knee over his left shoulder to move himself closer.
You balanced against the counter on one foot as he slid underneath you, his hands firmly on your hips.
He moaned against your slick folds making you whine with need over his head; both your hands holding his head still as he fucked you with his tongue.
Your weight rested heavily against his shoulder as you bucked your hips, grinding against him as his beard scratched the inside of your thigh, only adding to your bliss.
“Holy fuck” you swallowed hard, eliciting another moan between your thighs.
You dropped your chin against your neck as his tongue flicked over that oversensitive bundle of nerves.
“Colt g-god” you whimpered unashamedly as he lapped at your leaking core, desperate to push you over the edge.
His fingers gripped your hips with a painful need, his short fingernails biting into your flesh.
His tongue skilfully working between your folds. The entirety of your weight threatening to collapse on him knelt in front of you.
You shuddered over him and he moaned under you, knowing you were close.
“Colt I-” you squeezed your eyes shut, struggling to find the words. You hummed, biting down hard on your bottom lip.
You gasped, trying again failing miserably stumbling over his name a second time “C-Colt”
He simply moaned with agreement devouring you like you were his last meal….and if Dan got ahold of him you probably would be.
You moaned, desperate and needy over his head, fisting chunks of his thick hair. “Colt” you breathed.
Again, he moaned against your core with agreement, not even bothering to come up for air.
“Mhm, mhm, mhm” he attempted a nod, but your grip in his hair made it difficult.
All at once the one knee holding you steady, buckled, Colt's grip on your hips tightening instantly to keep you stationary as you yanked hard on the hair between your fingers, thrusting your hips shamelessly, grinding against him, fucking his face, quite literally riding out your orgasm as he lapped up and sucked every last drop.
You nearly collapsed against the counter as he eased your leg from off his shoulder and got to his feet, an impressive hard on, pressing wet against his jeans.
Barely giving you a chance catch your breath and come down from your high he claimed your mouth in a desperate kiss; his entire face wet with your slick.
You reached between you, ripping his jeans open and shoving your hand inside, fingers wrapping around his throbbing, leaking shaft.
He pulled his mouth from yours, his breath hot and heavy against your neck as he growled through grit teeth, his cock twitching hard in your fingers. Precum spilling from the tip, dripping over your hand.
His teeth sank into your neck, making you whimper and squeeze him harder. He bit so hard on the little hollow under your ear you thought for sure he would pierce skin before he sucked hard, you had no doubt, forming a dark purple bruise in his wake.
His entire body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat.
You pulled his cock free, stroking him gently.
Leaning next to his ear you breathed hard after running your tongue along his jaw.
“Mark me” you whispered, his cock twitched again and he bucked his hips with a groan. “Then fuck my mouth”
Again, his teeth sank into your neck, this time he did pierce your skin making you cry out with a moan against his shoulder.
You sank to your knees in the small space, immediately hollowing your cheeks and taking his entire throbbing length into your mouth.
The deep groan over your head making your core throb as his massive hands gathered your hair into a snarled ponytail, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat as he fought to keep himself in check.
Your hands dropped in your lap as you let him take complete control, his hips moving slowly at first as you moaned around his length. Until you looked up at him from under your lashes with a small quiet moan.
His eyes locked on yours and all at once his hips thrust forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with enough force to make you choke slightly, but he didn't stop.
His grip on your hair tightened as he did what you'd asked, fucked your mouth.
You let him slide over your tongue effortlessly as he breathed heavily through his nose and muttered “Fuck”
You moaned around him, which only egged him on, coating your tongue with the beginning of his release.
His hips snapped hard and you moaned approvingly before he stumbled over his own words. “C-come I'm g-nnnuh”
Before you had a chance to acknowledge the flurry of noises over your head, Colt grunted and his thick hot release filled your mouth and just like he had, you sucked and swallowed everything he had to give.
He braced himself on the counter as you let him slide from your mouth before wiping the back of your hand across your lips and got to your feet.
You both put yourselves back together, and you buttoned your jeans as Colt's arms slipped back around his waist. Both of you still catching your breath.
He kissed across your face and down your neck, his teeth marks prominent, red and angry against your tanned skin. He kissed it gently before continuing along your jaw.
You hummed with protest as your hands slid up his back. “You're insatiable,” you giggled “Take up gum chewing or something”
He shook his head gently, “Uh huh,” his mouth barely pulling away to speak as continued to pepper your neck and face with kisses before his lips found yours, “Kiss more first…” he muttered against your lips, kissing you gently before he pulled back as you giggled.
“Control yourself, Seavers”
“Never” he shook his head pushing you back against the counter to once again lose his nose in your cleavage. His mouth sucking and nipping at the mounds of your flesh.
You pushed him back gently with a laugh surveying the bright red bite marks he left behind.
“God, can you at least hide them better?” You smirked as he leaned over you, you cupped his cheek, pulling him to you.
“I could,” he shrugged in between kisses “But I don't want to”
You rolled your eyes, pushing his bangs back off his forehead as he leaned over you. “I miss your long hair” you whispered as he leaned forward to kiss the tip of your nose.
“Wanna go do some donuts?”
“You mean go make out in your truck instead of in here?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“And maybe a couple of donuts,” he shrugged. When you didn't answer right away he continued “I'll start growing my hair out” he smiled
You smiled and draped your arms around his neck as he pulled you up from the counter. “How can I say no to that?”
He shrugged nonchalantly with that goofy grin you fell in love with.
“Let's go Stunt Man” you smiled, planting one last kiss on his swollen lips before slipping around him and out of your trailer.
Ahem ahem. LanceTris but bottom Lancelot where trans!Tristan pegs him bc “Lance it isn’t fair that I’m the bottom all the time” and Lance isn’t really too into the idea but he loves Tristan so eh, sure fine.
He does NOT expect Tristan to fuck him so hard he actually cries.
He’s gasping, hiccuping on sobs with every thrust that has stars dancing behind his eyes. He’s clutching onto Tristan so tight he’s sure to leave bruises, and making noises he never thought himself capable of making. Tears spring in his eyes and he chokes on a cry as Tristan folds him in half and fucks the dildo into him like he wants to fuck him in half. Shit, is this how Tristan feels when Lance goes down on him and makes him lose his goddamn mind?
“So good,” Tristan gasps out, smiling wide as he pants and bucks his hips to continuing fucking Lance. “You look so pretty, ah—I never knew you could look so, /fuck/, fucking gorgeous, Lance. You should see yourself, right now.”
Lance suddenly makes a whining sound that causes him to throw his arms over his flaming face to somehow hide his shame and Tristan makes a mournful sound, leaning down to him to get close to his hidden face.
“No, no, Lance,” Tristan practically whines. “Come on, I wanna see your face. You look so pretty. Please? Let me see.”
Lance wants to cuss him out, wants to shrivel up and die but—fuck! It feels so good. Who fucking taught this guy how to fuck like this? Surely couldn’t have been Lancelot himself—right? Or did Tristan learn everything from Lancelot when Lancelot was fucking him? Gods, he feels so good, he doesn’t even care to think right now.
Suddenly, the two hands gripping the underside of his thighs come up to pull his arms away and Lancelot chokes on another gasp as his eyes open to meet Tristan’s own and he catches sight of the younger teen’s shocked expression and his hips come to a stop, causing Lancelot to heave for air.
“Are you okay?” Tristan immediately asks, brows furrowing in concern. “Babe? I’m not hurting you, am I? Why’re you crying?”
Lance makes a pitiful noise and squeezes his eyes shut and then stutters as he feels a tear fall down his red, sweaty cheeks.
“I—“ His voice wobbles. “N-no.”
“Are you sure?” Tristan double checks, still worried. “Lance, if you’re not comfortable with this—“
Lancelot suddenly reaches up and grabs Tristan by the back of his head and pulls him closer by his hair, causing the younger teen’s to gasp and for his cock to twitch inside of Lancelot’s ass and the blonde grunts with it.
“If you don’t keep moving,” Lancelot sniffles out. “I’m gonna fuck myself on your dick all on my own. Hurry up already!”
Tristan’s sputters for a moment before a shaky smiles etches across his lips; excited.
“Okay, okay,” He laughs and then shoves Lancelot down until he’s hovering over him again and folding him in half. Lancelot gasps with it and clings to the bedsheets with it. “Since you asked so nicely,” Tristan grins and begins to /fuck/ and Lancelot nearly screams.
They don’t stop for a long time, and by the time they’re done, Lance can’t feel his ass and just because Tristan offers to do their laundry and clean their sheets does NOT mean he’s willing to forgive him so easily. No way.
…but if Tristan fucks him like that again, surely maybe he’ll be feeling more forgiving.
Summary: You tease Luke on his beloved Motorcycle, he returns the "favor"
Content/Warning: NSFW!! Teasing, Groping, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Handjob (kinda?), slight Dom/Sub dynamics (?), Smoking (it's Luke so obviously), Improper Use of Motorcycles, Dangerous/reckless driving
Authors Note: Happy Birthday Ryan!!🥳🎉 This is my late contribution to the Goosecord Birthday fanfiction Party (or whatever we're calling this). I've had Luke on the mind as always and figured he'd be perfect for my first attempt at writing smut. Feel free to leave any constructive criticisms you may have, I'm still a new writer
Finally, shout-out to the Goosecord as always! Y'all are amazing people and are always there to help me out, inspire me, or just plain make me happy 💕
Looking back, you knew where you had fucked up. Sure, maybe you brought this all upon yourself, but who could blame you? You dare anyone else to resist the temptation.
You had only met Luke a month or so ago, but you were both infatuated with each other. He’d looked at you, sitting near the tent where he did the death-defying, given you a long, burning once over, winked, and stuck a cigarette in his stupid, crooked smile. His hair was disheveled from his helmet, and with his jacket slung over his shoulder, he was showing off his many trashy tattoos. He honestly looked like kind of an asshole.
You needed him.
You had ended up in his trailer that night, arching your back as he fucked you, making you cum with almost expert precision. His grip on your hips was strong enough to leave bruises, and knowing the transient nature of fair workers, you thought his marks were all you would be left with. But after fucking you within an inch of your life, he had laid with you and almost shyly asked if he could see you again sometime soon.
He would be in town for another three months, and since the fair was only open three days a week and you had a flexible work schedule, you spent plenty of time together, getting to know each other's quirks.
You learned the hard way that Luke was pretty protective of his motorcycle.
You’d been talking (and flirting) behind his tent for a while, just enjoying the night breeze, and, in his case, a smoke. You had gotten a bolt of courage and walked over to the motorcycle he was leaning against and threw a leg over to awkwardly straddle the seat. He’d watched you with an amused smirk as you leaned towards him, his eyes darting to your hands wrapped around the handlebars.
But when you moved your wrist to rev the engine, his hand shot out, gripping you in a steel vice. Your breath hitched as he used his other hand to hold your chin and tilt your head to look him directly in his eyes.
His gaze was piercing, almost harsh, as he quietly murmured something about stressing the engine and hurting the exhaust. You couldn’t follow his words, frozen in place by his sudden intensity.
“Do you get me?” he had asked, thumb stroking your cheek where he still held your face in place. You clenched your thighs together in an attempt to quell the sudden rush of heat to your core.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” you had responded, slightly breathless.
Luke had nodded, hands still on you as his eyes roamed your face hungrily. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before he brought you in for a searing kiss. You sighed into his mouth; he tasted strongly of cigarettes and fair food. You brought up the hand not clamped in his grip and threaded your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss.
Later that night as you writhed under his touch, you made a mental note that this was a dangerous (and fun) button to press with him.
And press it you did.
After that night, you bugged him constantly to teach you how to ride a motorcycle.
“Come on Luke, let me try just once. It’ll be fun!” you ask him one night as you cuddle in bed together.
“My motorcycle is my baby, Beautiful. It’s my only transportation and my only career.”
“I’m not going to wreck it, I just want to drive you around for once.”
He smiled at that, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your forehead.
“But you make such a good backpack!”
“Backpack?!” you almost yelled indigently. He just laughed and kissed you again, this time on your mouth, shutting you up.
But the backpack comment had stuck in your mind. Fine, if he thought you were a backpack, then by God you’d be the “best” backpack you could be.
Luke and his motorcycle had become your primary transportation by now; he drove you to work and back, to dates together, and, memorably once to your dentist,
Ever since his comment, though, you decided to take a more…active role as his backpack.
It started with just wrapping your arms around his torso lower than usual until you were gripping just above his belt. Then, during longer drives, let your hands start to wander; over his biceps, his pecs, and especially his broad thighs.
He gave you a look once you got to your destination, but you brushed him off.
After about a week of consistently groping him, you took a plunge.
You were on a country road, heading down towards the fair, your hands gently caressing his thighs.
As casually as you could, you slid your hand over the crotch of his jeans. You felt him take a deep breath, your chest flush with his back. You waited a minute, letting his breathing settle, then squeezed.
You nearly fell off the seat as Luke jerked his motorcycle before he corrected himself and steadied you both. You kept your hand on his dick until you got to your destination, stopping outside behind his trailer.
He nearly threw himself off the bike, spinning to face you as he took off his helmet.
“Care to explain yourself?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
You glanced down and saw that he was half-hard, and you had to suppress a smirk.
“Explain what?” you replied, furring your brow to add to the ‘I’m-totally-innocent’ look.
“Your show’s starting soon, better get ready!”
He growled but went inside to throw on his “Handsome Luke” outfit and get ready. He stormed out a few minutes later but stopped to give you a quick kiss. (He swears it’s only for good luck). He leaned down and whispered into your ear.
“Don’t start doing things you’re going to regret”
His erection had gone down, but a fire burned in his eyes. A smile crept onto your face.
“I can deal with the consequences”
He smirked but turned and marched towards the Cage of Death.
You thought for sure he’d get his revenge but he didn’t mention anything after his show that night.
So, not knowing to quit while you’re ahead, you teased him one more time. Actually, more like 3 more times. Each time you would discreetly grope him while you clung to his back, as he shuddered, his breath caught in his chest. And every time you finally got off the bike, you braced for retribution that never came. If you were smarter you would've realized he was just biding his time, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Which led you to today.
You wake up in his bed, same as you have the past few weeks. He always wakes up first (his sleep schedule is truly terrible), and you usually awake to him blatantly staring at you.
Today however when you blink open your bleary eyes open he has a look on his face you don’t recognize. It was close to amusement, but you couldn’t quite pin it down. He smiles as he notices your eyes creaking open, and the mysterious look disappears, replaced with his usual mix of cockiness, adoration, and mischief.
“D’ya want me to learn how to ride my bike today?”
“Whatever happened to ‘Good Morning’” you grumble, sleep still clinging to your brain. Half a second later you process what he said.
“Wait, really?” Your body shoots up, almost smacking him on the nose. “Yes! Or course! It’s not like I’ve been asking for weeks or anything.”
He snorts a bit at your quick response and stands from the bed.
“I have some shit to do this morning and I know you have a shift too, but I’ll pick you up later tonight, alright?”
You nod and watch him as he dresses, your eyes roaming his muscular and heavily tatted torso. You stretch and get out of bed, already impatient for tonight.
Your work shift seems to last five times longer than usual, anticipation distracting you so badly that you nearly pour salt into someone’s coffee instead of sugar.
Finally, the clock chimes announcing 6 pm. You hurriedly clock out, practically tearing off your apron. You wave goodbye to your coworkers and walk outside to wait for Luke.
He’s already there waiting, leaning against his motorcycle smoking, red jacket slung over one shoulder. The sun is already setting behind him, and the golden light makes his bleach-blonde hair glow, almost like a halo. You smile widely and wave to him as you bound across the parking lot to greet him.
A wide grin creeps onto his face and he plucks the cigarette from his mouth, moving it out of the way to not get ash on you while he leans down to kiss you.
“Hello, Gorgeous, how was work?” He asked you the same question every time he picked you up, knowing you loved telling him all about the funny or infuriating customers you had that day (he would never admit it, but he loved listening to you talk too).
But you have other priorities today.
“Work was good, but I had other things on my mind,” you say in a faux accusatory tone.
He chuckles but hands you the helmet he always brings for you. You grab it and move to sit in the front of the motorcycle, but Luke grabs your arm, stopping you before you can.
“Woah, woah, slow down Baby, I’m not letting you kill all three of us crashing into traffic because you don’t know what you’re doing yet”
“Ok, ok, fi- Wait, all three? You did not just include your bike as a person, Luke.”
“Keep saying things like that and I’ll take back my offer.” He arches an eyebrow, “Now get on. Behind me.”
You wisely shut your mouth and climb on after him, sliding the helmet over your head. You watch the sun get lower and lower in the sky as Luke drives you both outside of town, past his trailer, and to a large clearing behind the fair.
“Smart,” you comment as the bike slows to a halt, “Nothing for me to crash into out here.”
Luke doesn’t say anything, but the mysterious look returns to his face for a moment. He almost looks…predatory? He blinks and it’s gone as fast as it had appeared. Ah, well, you have other things to worry about.
“So, can I sit in the front now?” you’re practically bouncing with excitement.
“You sure can”
You squeal and toss your leg over the back, wobbling before gaining your balance. You don’t grab the handlebars yet; you learned that lesson the hard way.
Luke, instead of standing in front of the bike to give you pointers like you expected, climbs on right behind you. With his chest firmly pressed against your back, he reaches his arms around you, grabbing your hands and bringing them to the handlebars. With a flick of your wrist, the engine roars to life, and three things become immediately apparent to you.
One, the pants you’re wearing are a lot thinner than you thought.
Two, you had neglected to put on underwear this morning in your rush to get ready. On their own, those two facts wouldn't be a problem if not for the third and most pressing issue.
The motor of the motorcycle must be right under the seat, because the vibrations of the engine were going straight to your poorly protected core.
Your breath catches slightly at the sensations, but you hide your reaction well. This would just have to be a distraction you ignored if you wanted to learn anything tonight. Luke either doesn’t notice your reaction or is ignoring it because he starts explaining the controls to you casually. You pay attention the best you can as you feel yourself getting more and more aroused, his voice low in your ear certainly not helping.
You put your feet on the foot holds as he explains how to brake, and then with his urging you bring the motorcycle to a slow crawl forward.
“Good job, Baby” Luke purrs in your ear, the feeling of his breath against your skin makes you shiver, “Just start making small circles to get the feel of it.”
A newfound feeling of confidence surges through you as you carefully maneuver the bike around the field, picking up some speed. The engine rumbles harder every time you rev the throttle and you clench your thighs around the seat, hoping Luke doesn’t notice.
As you gain the feeling for the machine, Luke gives you more pointers, helping you accelerate, brake, and make more complex movements. The whole time his grip never leaves your torso, but you notice he starts to grip you lower and lower. Must be to let me move around better.
Your assumptions are quickly proven wrong though, when while you are cruising along, feeling comfortable driving, one arm slides up to hold you across the chest, pressing him even more firmly against his broad chest. The other hand moves until it's gripping right where your hip meets your thigh. You feel the energy shift.
“You know, people have different reactions to riding a bike for the first time,” his hand on your hip is making small patterns, “Some are afraid, some go overboard with the feeling of power, and some are cool as a cucumber.” You take a deep, unsteady breath as his fingers trail toward your belly button.
“But you,” he continues, hand moving slowly and steadily down your lower stomach, “Are the first person I’ve met to get turned on just from revving the engine.”
You gasp as he cups your crotch, pressing the heel of his palm right against your most sensitive spot. You nearly swerve and fall off the bike, but his arms keep you steady.
“Do you think I didn’t notice those teasing touches you kept doing, did you think I’d just let that slide?” he growls, punctuating his sentence with a slow grind of his hand that makes you let out a low moan.
“Luke I’m, I’m sorry” you gasp out “I- I didn’t mean to-”
“It's a bit too late for forgiveness now, Baby, but it's ok. We’ll make this a learning experience,”
You relax slightly as he removes his hand from your core until he starts toying with the waistband of your pants and you realize how fucked you really are.
”Now you’re going to drive us both home and since you seem to think it’s perfectly fine to tease someone who’s controlling a 400-pound death machine, you clearly won’t mind if I return the favor. You won’t let us crash right?”
You weekly nod in response, resigning yourself to whatever plans he had. Not like you could break out of his grip if you wanted to; his biceps were nearly as big as your thighs.
Revving the engine (and flushing an even deeper shade of red when the vibrations tease you even more), you turn the bike onto the road back to his trailer. You go much slower than he would, as both of your helmets are off.
Luke keeps one hand around your chest, but his other hand slowly creeps below your waistband, heading toward your aching core.
You feel him hum in approval as he realizes you aren’t wearing anything underneath, and his lips brush against your neck. He dips a finger between your folds, feeling the wetness that must’ve soaked through the fabric of your pants by now.
“All this for me? I’m flattered, really”
You whine as he starts to circle your clit slowly and consistently, and his teeth catch on your shoulder. He sucks down on your skin and you know you’ll have a bright red hickey there tomorrow, but you can’t bring yourself to care.
You concentrate on the road the best you can, thankful that there aren’t any stop signs or street lights because you don’t know if you would've noticed them at all. Your breath is coming out ragged, but you hold the bike steady, not wanting to risk crashing.
Luke doesn't let up his assault on your cunt, fingers slowly increasing speed as they tease your sensitive nub. His mouth is trailing along your neck, leaving marks wherever he goes. He touches you with practiced ease and you slowly start to buck into his hand, chasing the pleasure shooting through you.
His arm around you tightens again holding you still, and you whine in frustration.
“Now now, can't have you tipping us over” The amusement in his tone is clear and you huff, annoyed at how much he's enjoying tormenting you. But he just continues his relentless teasing, making you shudder and let out sounds you only made in his bedroom.
After what feels like forever (but is probably only 15 minutes), you pull up behind his trailer. It's a slow day at the fair and he lives on the far end, away from most attractions, but a jolt still goes through your spine at the thought of someone finding you there, helpless to his touch.
You move to get off the bike, but Luke’s grasp keeps you in place, his fingers never faltering.
“Luke,” you pant out, “someone could see u- mmf!” You let out a surprised shout that's muffled by his hand previously around your chest covering your mouth.
“Well then, you better keep that pretty mouth shut for me, right? Wouldn't want everyone knowing how much of a slut you are for me” his voice is harsh in your ear and you let out a drawn-out moan, his words just adding to the fire rushing through your veins.
He pauses his movements and you momentarily think he's finally finished taunting you. His hips shift behind you, pushing your own hips forward a bit. You feel him shudder behind you and realize his crotch is now pressed very tightly against your lower back. You can feel his dick through his sweatpants as he grinds into you, clearly as turned on as you are.
You gasp into his hand, attention brought back to your cunt as he slowly pushes two fingers into you. You're so aroused that he can slide them in with little resistance, your wetness welcoming him. The pads of his fingers are rough from wear, and they feel incredible as he drags them back and forth inside of you.
You can't help the noises that escape you, muffled behind the steady hold of his hand against your mouth. Luke lets out a moan that's more like a rumble deep in his chest as he grinds his cock against you. His thumb returns to your clit, adding to the pleasure building in your center. You jerk forward, the feeling almost too intense for you to handle.
He stops his movements abruptly, pulling his hand out of your pants. You nearly sob in frustration. He turns your head to look you in the eye, hand still over your mouth. His pupils are so blown that the blue of his eyes is nearly gone. He looks ravenous.
“Are you starting to learn your lesson?”
You nod quickly, and he smirks.
“Good. But I'm not finished with you,”
Luke brings the hand that was just buried deep inside you to his mouth, sucking your juices off. He lets out a moan at your taste and you feel lightheaded. His fingers leave his mouth with a pop and you wish they were back in you.
“Now, we're going to go back inside my trailer and I'm going to finish what you started. And maybe if you're good, I'll let you cum, ok?”
You nod your head again, desperate to feel him again. He takes his hand off your mouth and you let out a loud breath, nearly panting.
He gets off the bike and holds out his hand to help you. You're shaky and unsteady, but you dismount without issue. The last thing you want to do is feel his wrath if you knock it over. He brings your face to his for a passionate kiss. You sigh into him as his hand threads through your hair to deepen the kiss, opening your lips to let his tongue explore your mouth.
Luke breaks the kiss and searches your face, looking for any sign he was going too far. You smile at him and bite your lip, letting him know you are A-OK with everything happening. His face softens for a moment and he smiles a crooked smile back at you, before the hungry look returns to his eyes and he tugs you up the stairs of his trailer.
You both get in as he shuts the door, already shedding his torn-up shirt. You tear off your clothes and clamber onto his bed. He stalks towards the bed, and nearly pounces on you as he climbs on after you, legs between yours as he holds his body above you.
He dips his head down to kiss you as his hands greedily roam your body, nails scraping slightly as he trails them over you. You moan into his mouth as one hand grabs your chest, kneading into the skin. He flicks your nipple, making you gasp and arch your back.
“God you’re gorgeous like this,” he murmurs as his gaze travels song your naked form, “I could keep you here like this for hours”
You keen at his words, your hands wrapped around his torso to keep him pressed against you, hoping he forgets about his ‘revenge plans’.
No such luck though, as he grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head.
“It’s time you learned a little lesson about touching, so here’s how this is going to go; I’m going to enjoy myself and make you feel good, while you keep your hands right here the whole time, understand?”
You whine but nod, not trusting yourself to say anything that might wind him up more. He knows how much you love to touch him; running your hand through his hair, scraping your nails against his back, or just tracing each of his many tattoos. This was going to be hard.
Luke releases his grip on your wrists, and you dutifully keep them above your head. He smiles a dangerous smile.
“Good job, Baby.”
He kisses you one last time before he sits up and crawls off the bed. He leans forward to grab your hips and you yelp in surprise as he drags you to the end of the bed, your legs hanging off the edge. He moves forward until his still-clothed crotch presses onto your sensitive cunt, making you shiver. You move your hips, grinding on his dick that was so hard it must’ve been painful. He groans, but grabs your waist, pinning it still.
He leans down and kisses right in the center of your chest, then starts trailing his way down your torso, kissing and nipping at your skin as he does so. You let out breathy moans and sighs as his lips leave marks all over you, but keep your hands still, resisting the urge to touch him.
As he gets to your lower stomach, Luke kneels down, hands still gripping your hips. He shifts his attention to your inner thighs, bruising the sensitive skin beneath his teeth. You’re trembling, trying to maintain some form of composure as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.
Finally, he stops and you let yourself catch your breath before you feel the tip of his nose bump against your pubic bone. You look down and your breath hitches when you see him staring up at you, desire glaringly obvious in his eyes. Every instinct inside of you wants to reach down and tangle your fingers in his beautiful blonde hair, but the last coherent part of your mind resists.
That last fragment of coherence leaves you immediately though, when he sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe up your folds. You throw your head back and let out a low groan as he steadily moves his tongue over your aching center with expert precision. For a man with such a tough exterior, you were always shocked at how softly Luke speaks, and equally as shocked at how adept he was using his mouth.
You’re lost in the feeling of his mouth working you closer and closer to your release when he latches onto your clit and sucks. Your gasp is cut off with a cry as he pushes two thick fingers into you again, curling them into the spot he knows will make you see stars. Your back arches and you reach down to grab his blonde locks, trying to steady yourself any way you can.
Luke removes his mouth from you and tsks, then bites down hard on the inside of your thigh. You almost sob, needing to touch him so badly you could cry, but you release your grip on him and reluctantly put your arms above you again.
He hums, satisfied, and goes back to sucking on your clit making you whimper. He adds a third finger pumping in and out of your glistening pussy, and you can practically feel his smirk when you attempt to clench your thighs close around him.
He hums again, and the vibrations on your sensitive nub combined with the precision of his fingers inside of you is too much to bear.
“Luke it’s- it’s too much,” You’re gasping with every breath, the tension in your core about to explode “I’m- I’m gonna-”
“Shhhh, it’s ok Baby, you’re doing so good for me. Let me hear those gorgeous sounds; I want to taste you as you cum for me.”
His soft words, combined with his mouth returning to suck on your clit and his fingers curling inside you finally tip you over the edge, the tension coiled in your lower stomach exploding across your body. You cum with a loud moan, crying out for Luke as you do. His fingers and mouth don’t stop, working you through the aftershocks until it becomes overstimulating and you tap the side of his head for mercy.
Luke withdraws from between your legs, carefully pulling out his fingers and giving your pussy one last kiss before he stands. You’re still catching your breath as you watch him, looking pointedly at his crotch.
He still has sweatpants on, and they do nothing to hide his achingly hard dick or the wet patch that's formed by the tip. You bite your lip, wanting to return the favor.
“That looks painful. Need a hand with it?” You sit up and move a hand to cup his dick, but his hand darts out and stops your wrist before you can make contact.
“I thought we learned a lesson on not touching without permission, hmm?”
You pout, but put your hand down to your side.
‘What, you’re just going to ignore that then?”
Luke chuckles but lets out a small gasp when his dick twitches, still confined in the fabric of his pants.
“I’m going to take care of this all by myself, and you’re going to sit there and look pretty while I cum all over you, sound good?”
He’s saying it as a question, but the dark look in his eyes when you tilt your head up to look at him lets you know there’s no making him budge on this. You swallow thickly and nod.
“Good, now just sit still and let me look at you,”
Luke pushes his waistband down, finally freeing his dick. He’s harder than you’ve ever seen him, steadily leaking precum from the flushed head of his cock. He uses the hand previously inside of you to slowly stroke his length, coating himself in your slick. You let out a small moan at the sight, wishing you were enveloping him, not his hand.
He increases the speed of his strokes, eyes roaming your naked form. He’s muttering words under his breath that you can barely hear, but you catch a snippet.
“...so gorgeous, so good for me, God, I love seeing you all fucked-out and wrecked like this…”
You notice his panting getting faster and his movements becoming erratic, as he approaches his climax.
“It’s ok, cum for me, Luke” You copy his soft tone, coaxing him over the edge.
He gasps out your name, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted as he cums with a growl, shooting his release all over your chest and stomach. You hum in approval, letting him calm down and catch his breath.
He tucks himself back into his pants, leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead, and then disappears into the bathroom. You collapse back onto the bed, exhaustion creeping into your bones. He returns after a minute with a damp washcloth and bends over to clean you up. You try to sit up to help him but he gently presses his hand against your chest, keeping you down.
“Shh, it’s ok. Let me take care of you.”
You’re more than glad to let Luke take the lead, unsure if your legs could even support you if you tried to stand. He finishes wiping you clean, taking extra care to be gentle around your now overly sensitive cunt. When he’s done he sets the cloth aside and kicks off his boots (has he really been wearing them the whole time?).
He crawls into bed next to you, bringing an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer onto his chest. You gladly curl into him, happy that you can finally feel him against you. You let out a yawn, the long day and energetic evening finally catching up with you. Luke presses another kiss onto your forehead.
“So, did we learn our lesson?” he asks, his tone soft and lighthearted. You giggle and snuggle closer, your eyelids drooping.
“Not sure, might have to teach me a couple more times.”
Luke snorts out a laugh and starts tracing little patterns on your shoulder with his thumb. You drift off to sleep in his arms, dreaming of motorcycles, the smell of cigarettes, and the love of your life holding your hand.
Prompt of plz plz that art of dan listening to herberts notes !!!
Art in question is this lovely piece from @sidetrek (sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind when drawing this haha).
Dan was prepared to admit that he had a problem. He'd heard of some weird kinks over the years, both from personal anecdotes friends had shared, and through his medical studies. He supposed having a thing for someone's voice wasn't the oddest thing in the world, all things considered, but for Dan, who'd always been a pretty vanilla guy when it came to sex (comfortable, his brain amended), it was off-putting. Not so off-putting to get him to stop doing it though.
"Time is November eleventh, ten fifty-two pm," Herbert's voice droned in his ears. "Examining a cadaver for possible partial or full reanimation."
Dan closed his eyes, blocking out all sights, focusing only on Herbert's words through his headphones. He sighed and reached down to palm himself over his underwear. He was already half hard from anticipation and excitement.
"Subject is a fifty-three-year-old male. South Asian in appearance. Presented with complaints of chest pain and shortness of breath. He died shortly after from a pulmonary embolism. I'll be looking to establish how much damage was done to the arteries. With hope, the blockage in his lung didn't tear."
Dan rolled his hips up into his hand for a minute before getting impatient and reaching over to squirt some lotion on his palm. He pushed his boxers down and grasped his exposed dick, fully erect from Herbert's precise annunciation of the word embolism.
"Making Kocher incision now. Subject is reasonably muscled, suggesting an active lifestyle, though had a history of smoking. His family history showed no signs of lung cancer, which is promising."
Dan imagined the scene as Herbert spoke: Herbert stood under the harsh overhead light, apron and gloves on as he sliced open the cadaver's chest with his scalpel. The split skin and dark blood would have no impact on him and his eyes would remain impassive where they were visible over the top of his surgical mask. His cock twitched in response to the thought and Dan bit his lip as he squeezed it.
"Subject's lungs appear healthy. No signs of contusions to the costal surface. Right ventricle and pulmonary trunk appear intact. Perhaps he was a swimmer. Length of torso suggests he had the ability to hold his breath for quite some time."
Dan's own torso was sheened with sweat, his shirt open to let the cool air of the ceiling fan brush his hot skin. He pumped his hand in earnest, chasing his mounting pleasure. He imagined his hand was Herbert's hand, that Herbert was right beside him, his mouth to Dan's ear, whispering all the things he was saying in the tape. What he wouldn't give to hear Herbert say contusion to him in person.
"Making mid-line incision now." Herbert's words were accompanied by the squelch of blood and moving organs. Dan's toes curled at the sound. "Surrounding organs appear undamaged. Subject has had his appendix removed. Liver seems worn. Possible alcohol abuse. Deterioration does not appear to have progressed to the point of liver failure."
Dan gasped as he thrust up into the ring of his hand. His breath came out of him in ragged puffs in time with his pumps. His guts were tightening up as his pleasure built. He was so close-
"Subject appears a suitable candidate for full reanimation. Suturing the skin now. I'll have to inform Dan."
Dan came suddenly, the sound of his name from Herbert's voice playing into his own ears enough to push him over the edge. He pumped himself through the waves of pleasure that coursed through him until he was dry, his hand wet with his own release. He laid there for a moment, breathing heavily and listening to the click of the recorder, soaking in the feeling.
After a minute his heartrate returned to normal and he sat up, reaching for the tissues on his nightstand. Herbert would be home soon. He'd need to put the tape back before Herbert realised it was gone.
With luck, he'd have a new tape for Dan to listen to later.
Summary: It's only been a week and Noah is ravenous
A/N: You guys know the drill; NSFW 18+ because here, we like it spicy ;)
Another new addition to my Goose arsenal; I've been entertaining the idea of Noah for weeks, and over the weekend he made himself known and well...here we are.
I'm still convinced I was born in the wrong decade and desperately need to find myself a boyfriend from 1940. Is time travel a thing yet?
As always, my darling soul sister, @ken-dom, thank you for the beta read and endless support and reassurance! Although...I still think you're biased. 🩷
Enjoy my loves!
You pull up in front of the white house with blue shutters and the big wrap around porch.
The scream of the table saw coming from inside Noah's workshop as you killed the engine.
You quickly check your reflection in the mirror, pinning a chunk of hair back out of your face before pushing the door open and climbing from the car.
It had only been a week, but the excitement that stirred in the pit of your stomach was like you hadn't seen Noah in months.
You walk up the small dirt path, the sun hot overhead, trying to keep yourself from breaking into a run, you were in heels after all, and that wouldn't have been ladylike.
He hadn't heard you pull up, only realized you'd arrived when your shadow cut through the sun streaming in through the door of the workshop.
He looked up as you approached, flipping the switch on the saw into the off position, it slowly came to a stop.
His eyes immediately fixed on your bright yellow sundress as you came to a stop just outside the door, your matching heels dusty with the dirt from the road.
He was dressed in your favourite outfit, knowing you were arriving today; tan slacks, a belt and a plain white t-shirt.
He had hoped to change before that, but here you were.
Circling around the saw, he came out from his workshop, blinking against the harsh sunlight, wiping his hand across his sweaty forehead leaving dirt and sawdust in its wake.
You giggle, reaching to wipe the dirt away. Noah's hand closing around your wrist before you could drop your hand back down to your side, pulling you against him, a possessive arm around your waist.
“Hi” you smiled, catching yourself against his chest.
His response was a strong, passionate kiss, his large calloused hand cupping your cheek, his fingers disappearing under your hair as you leaned into him, knowing full well had he not had a hold of you, you would have collapsed to your knees.
The small whimper from you as he pulled back was unintentional.
His thumb brushes over your cheek, wiping away a smudge of dirt.
Your eyes flutter closed as you lean into his touch.
“I missed you” , your voice breathy and quiet.
He pulled you by the hand, leading you inside.
His demeanor was calm, but you could read his mind like an open book.
As soon as the door was closed, his mouth was on yours, your feet slipping out of your heels, you trip out of them, as he pushes you back towards the dining room; the smell of sweat, sawdust and Noah's cologne filling your nose as your now bare feet left the floor. Noah's mouth still moved against yours hungrily, his teeth dragging over your bottom lip as he bit gently, making you gasp against his lips as you bump against the edge of the dining room table. You balance there briefly as Noah leans over you, his arm sweeping over the tabletop, sending the dishes there crashing to the floor before he lifts you to sit properly.
Your fingers curl under the hem of his dirty white t-shirt as you pull it hastily over his head and drop it at his feet before his lips kiss along the length of your jaw. He shudders as your nails glide gently down his bare back, his mouth drops open and he gasps as his teeth scrape over your neck, sending a shiver through your body despite the summer heat.
When you moan into his shoulder, he does it again, deliberately this time, not biting, but teasing as if he might. The anticipation of the what if was enough as your panties grew damp between your thighs.
Noah smiles against your neck as he nips gently before licking and kissing the same spot.
“Oh,” you gasp “Noah” you breathe next to his ear as he continues his assault over your throat and down your bare chest, his shaggy hair tickling your skin as the end of his nose rests in your cleavage.
He pushes you back gently so you’re sprawled out across the polished surface of the dining table. Noah sinks to his knees, pulling you to the table’s edge, as he fists the skirt of your sundress before bunching it up around your waist; your legs draped over his broad tanned shoulders. His stubble scratches the inside of your thighs, as calloused fingers curl under the waist of your panties, tugging them off gently, pulling them down your smooth legs as you lift your hips. He seems to move deliberately slow. The tip of his nose sliding over your bare knee before he kisses a line up your inner thigh. Your legs instinctively close around his head. He groans from between your thighs, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin, making you breathe a laugh toward the ceiling as you arch your back off the table.
His warm hands close over either one of your knees, forcing them apart, spreading your legs open wide, your own nails biting into your thighs as you bite your bottom lip, hard as he gets back to his feet.
He doesn’t speak and you can’t help swallowing hard as he towers over you. You unassumingly run your tongue between your lips as his eyes rake over your frame; you could only imagine how you looked, hair falling from its pins, smudged red lipstick as your dress was bunched at your waist, no panties underneath, legs spread to accommodate the man between them. You watch as he bites his own lip, his hands, still dirty from being in his workshop all afternoon, resting on your hips before he pushes them up over your sides, his hands moving easily over the smooth fabric, his fingers curling just at your shoulders, sliding the straps down your arms, before peeling back the upper half of your dress, like you were his favourite present. He stops when the dress resists moving any further beyond your upper arms.
His hands move to the V of your dress where your cleavage disappears beyond and before you could hesitate, his hands grip either side of the dress cupping your breasts and with a flex, the fabric gives way, splitting down the middle.
“Noah!” you gasp and his eyes flicker to yours when he discovers nothing underneath, you smile coyly, and he dips his head, his mouth kissing and sucking your newly exposed skin. The rest of your thought dies in the back of your throat as his warm, wet mouth closes over your nipple, making you whimper as your fingers tangle in his thick mess of blond hair. One of his hands gripping the edge of the table, the other slipping down between your legs. You pull hard on his hair as he pinches your nipple between his teeth, his name spilling from your lips in a strained cry as his fingers tease your folds.
He practically growls hearing the desperation in your voice; his fingers coated in your slick.
You gasp above him as he pulls his mouth free; your grip on his hair lessens as he straightens up slightly, his fingers haven’t stopped moving.
“Noah, please” you plead, craving more than his featherlight touches in your most intimate places. “P-please”
His face gives nothing away, however, his middle finger presses a little more firmly, sliding slowly up toward your clit before he stops short
You try to thrust your hips forward, craving that movement, needing it. Noah straightens up fully, his free hand moving from the edge of the table to your hip instead, forcing you to keep still
“Nnnn-” you squeeze your eyes shut, leaning back against the table
“Say it” his voice commanding and full of lust; the fingers pressing against your hip squeeze harder, making you wince.
“Please” you whisper and he immediately shakes his head
“No”
You’re breathing hard, your eyes still locked on his “Noah”
Instantly, he thrusts the two fingers teasing your entrance inside making you squeeze your eyes shut and your cries of pleasure muffled as all at once, his weight is back on top of you, his tongue invading your mouth as his fingers move with ease inside you.
A shudder rips through your body as he stops kissing you, his lips still against yours, both of you breathing heavily.
“Again” he breathes against your mouth and this time you comply.
“Noah,” you repeat and he bites down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. His fingers thrust harder, his fingers on the other hand sinking into the flesh of your hip as he grips harder.
You pry your mouth from his, gasping for breath “God, Noah, please!” you can hear your own voice, pleading and pathetic, falling to pieces in his hands.
Your body starts to shudder as the hand bruising your hip, grips your jaw, squeezing hard forcing your head forward, your breath catches in your throat as Noah’s mouth finds yours, his beard rough against your cheeks.
You kiss him back with a dizzying need, moaning as his tongue tangles with yours; the fingers inside you curl slightly, sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body; Noah moans this time, making the same movement, eliciting the same result from you underneath him.
You cling to him as your orgasm tears from you, you’re desperate for air and can’t get it; your nails digging into his shoulders as you rock your hips, shamelessly letting him fuck you with his fingers.
He finally pulls back and your chest burns as you can finally take a breath; he slips his fingers from inside you and stands to his full height as the burning in your lungs subsides.
“You’re so wet for me” he praises and you feel your cheeks flush, but nod slightly, pressing your lips together; you can’t meet his gaze.
As if he can read your mind he speaks again, he hasn’t moved from between your legs. “Look at me”
You do as he asks, eyes meeting his, his fingers teasing your now sensitive folds, making you jerk with each brush of the tips. “All for me” he whispers and you feel your cheeks burn more red than before.
And then, he brings his fingers to his lips before he closes his eyes and you watch as he sucks them clean with a moan.
He pulls them from his mouth with a small pop and you realize he’s still hard; he isn't finished yet.
Grabbing your hand, he pulls you into the sitting position, his tongue filling your mouth so you could taste yourself on him.
He lifts you from the table, wrapping your legs around his middle and turns to climb the stairs towards the bedroom.
You clung to him, moaning unashamedly into your kisses as your feet hit the ground, the remains of your sundress dropping to the floor as Noah climbs on the bed, lying on his back before he positions you over him.
“Noah,” you start to protest
“Shh” he breaths against the inside of your thigh, making you stiffen and grip the headboard as he grips your hips.
“Noah, n-no”
He ignores your pleas, his breath hot against your core before he forces you to sit, his facial hair scratching your thighs on either side of his head. You gasp loudly, your free hand flying to tangle in his hair as his tongue moves warm and wet against your folds.
Your nails claw into the solid wood of the headboard, as Noah moans underneath you, your hips rocking forward as his fingers bite into your flesh, keeping you still.
Your entire frame shudders and your breath hitches with each movement as he fucks you with his tongue.
You throw your head back, the fingers twisted in his hair pulling hard as you moan his name to the ceiling. Noah sucking and lapping up everything you had to give.
Suddenly you were on your back, your head at the foot of the bed as Noah’s frame consumes you completely.
He kisses you long and deep. At some point, but you weren't exactly sure when, Noah had kicked off the rest of his clothes. You had only noticed when he pushed inside you.
You gasp against his mouth, wrapping your arms around him as his body moves flush against yours.
You move together on the bed, Noah's mouth roaming over your jaw and neck, under your chin, anywhere he could reach. His hands sliding over your naked body, grabbing harshly at everything he could.
You moan into his neck your own hands just as desperate to find purchase somewhere, anywhere.
Your lips brush against his ear, breathing his name, and the reaction is exactly the one you had hoped for. A low throaty moan against your neck.
“Noah” You breathe again, his hips moving faster, thrusting harder. His moans grow louder and more desperate each time.
His thrusts became more erratic, his moans are like music to your ears as he thrusts harder still, your ankles locked around the small of his back and then he stops suddenly, making your body jerk with the effort, a long satisfied moan tumbles from his lips, as he cums, buried deep inside you.
Sliding out he rolls on his back with a heavy sigh as you curl against his chest; his heart thudding heavily against your ear. “So fucking good” he whispers pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You smile to yourself running your fingers over his bare chest “Maybe next time we’ll go a month”
