hey Desiray! May I request #11 from Smut Prompts and "In a car" from Locations, with the adorable Phillip Altman? It's so hard to find any fics regarding him! Lov you! 🤗
Hi there!!! I combined the two, I hope you don’t mind :)
Characters: Phillip Altman (This is Where I Leave You) x (Female) Reader
Content: N*FW; car s*x; oral (female receiving); riding
Smut Prompt - 11. Those are the moans I love to hear.
“..hey…!”
You jumped when something fuzzy tickled your ear, and of course it was Phillip’s beard. Who else would it be, as he was caressing your back, too? He knew that you loved/hated when he did that—randomly getting super close to you and covering the side of your face with a hot, sudden whisper.
“What?” you mumbled back; eyebrows furrowed.
It was Ms. Altman’s birthday and all his family and family-friends filled the house. Especially the kitchen. People chatted in their small groups as they munched on the remnants of a spread. You were in a deep conversation about candle sales with one of Phillip’s cousins, when he interrupted.
“You look so fucking good in this dress,” he whispered.
You rolled your eyes, “Thanks, babe.” It was a simple dress--black, form-fitting and off-the-shoulders.
You’d expected to return to your conversation, but Phillip leaned over onto the other side of your face. “Meet me in the car in ten minutes,” he mumbled in your ear.
Before you could protest, he’d dashed away, looked back at you with a mischievous grin, then skipped out.
It took about twenty minutes for you to navigate the living room--Ms. Altman had stopped you to talk ask you about your dress (what was up with this dress?!). When you made it out to the SUV, you peeped through the front tinted windows, trying to make out a shape, then the backdoor became ajar with a click. You opened it all the way and Phillip was sliding back to the other side of the leather seat with his hard dick out.
“Took you long enough, get in,” he said.
“Jesus, Phillip. You couldn’t wait until we got back home?” you asked climbing in and closing the door.
“No,” he said. He grabbed your face and devoured your mouth with his own. Then, he pulled away. “I swear, if that house was empty and I came in that kitchen with you wearing this fucking dress, you’d be getting fucked over the counter right now.”
“You’re so fucking filthy,” you said, pulling down your underwear. Phillip stroked his length as you pulled them down—waiting patiently, like a lion. As soon as they were past your heels and on the floor, he dropped to his knees, hiked the dress up, and dove between your thighs just as he did your mouth—flicking against your clit at a rapid pace, then eating your pussy as if he were in a pie eating contest. Your fingers flew to his hair.
“Shit…” you whispered. He added fingers to his performance, causing you to wince and press into his scalp.
“I’m gonna get you really wet, then I want you to ride the shit out of me, okay?”
“Okay…” you whimpered, stuck in your hazy, blissful cloud.
Phillip ate and fingered you until your pussy started making squelching noises around him, then, he pulled away—letting cold air hit your exposed flesh. The two of you maneuvered so that you were straddling him. You felt his dick against your thigh as you ground over him—kissing him as passionately as he’d kissed you—tasting your juice on his lips. Then, he reached behind you and held his dick. He lined it up at your sloppy entrance, and you slid down with ease. The stretch sent shock-waves through your body, warming your chest—and then, you bounced up and down as he smacked and gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks apart in the process.
“Shit, Phillip…” you whispered. You dropped your head on his shoulder and he squeezed your cheeks tighter.
“Mmm…” you hummed.
Suddenly, one of his hands slipped between the two of you and he started rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb. Your head flew back. You let out a strong moan and bounced harder, blubbering and crying out every time his length slid back inside of you.
“There you go. Those are the moans I love to hear. Were you trying to hold them back from me?” he asked. You dropped your head to look into his eyes. He bit his bottom lip and stared back.
“Take more of me…” he said.
You took a breath, then slid down until his tip tickled the bottom of your pussy.
“Fuck!” you shouted. You tilted your body backward, exposing more of your clit to him. Then, he replaced his thumb with the pads of his fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” you shouted with every bounce.
“That’s right…” he growled, stroking you faster, “Thaaaat’s fucking right…”
You felt a sudden pressure build up in you, then it released, making you scream to the top of your lungs—you gushed over Phillips dick and fingers. You rode out your orgasm, grinding into his lap as he ran his fingers up and down your waist.
“Umm...guys?!” called a voice.
You squealed and hopped off Phillip’s lap. Of course, all he did was cover his mouth and laugh.
“Mom’s about to cut the cake,” Wendy said, standing outside of the car. Phillip cleared his throat.
“Okay, we’ll be in...” he said.
“Get some self-control, you two!” she said. You could hear the smile in her voice, and you saw her figure walk away.
“Let’s head back in, my little bull rider,” he said, smacking your exposed thigh. “We’ll finish this when we get home.”
