Thinking about young, teenage Johnny MacTavish holding you tight against him during a seemingly innocent nap.
But the feeling of your round ass pressed against his groin has him chubbing up. The moment you fall deeper into sleep, he can't keep his eyes off your breasts in his muscle tank. Soft skin spilling out of the side of the baggy material, pert nipples pebbled up under the tank. Just the teasing sight would have him standing at full attention.
He'd try to distract himself at first, listening to your soft, even breaths. Gently caress your hip. Or smooth his hands over your hair, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck to calm himself with your scent.
But none of it worked. Not when you would shift your hips to readjust, inadvertently rubbing against his leaking cock in his joggers.
He'd stifle a moan while kissing at your neck, attempting anything that might ground his sinful thoughts. He couldn't do that to you. His sweet, virgin girlfriend.
Little, bonnie lass.
Johnny closed his eyes and bit down on his lip as he did the unthinkable, and began rutting his aching cock against your ass. His imagination running wild with the thought of his ruddy tip being encompassed by your velvety walls. Hell, he'd even settle for sliding your little athletic shorts to the side and rubbing his cock along the seam of your ass cheeks.
So, that's exactly what he did. He knew you wore cute, lace thongs. You may not have been very well-versed in sexual intimacy together, but you'd at least sent him some photos, modeling them for him when you got them.
Sure, you've both experimented with each other. Not going further than having his fingers stuffed in your cunt while he sloppily kissed you, or having your hand shoved down his trousers in a heated snog, stroking him through the most mind-blowing pleasure he's ever known.
He gently undid the tie on his joggers, tugging them down far enough with his boxers to free his throbbing length. The tip was nearly purple from how worked up you had him, between the snogging session less than an hour ago, and now your plump ass grinding against him. He just couldn't take it anymore.
Johnny pulled your shorts to the side, then nestled his cock between the soft flesh being held apart by your little blue thong.
He bit down on his lip harder, nearly drawing blood from the sight of the fabric strung between the round globes. Of course you knew blue was his favourite colour.
At the sight of his cock nestled between your ass, Johnny nearly came. He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath before slowly rocking his hips against you, getting off while you were blissfully asleep.
"Fuck.. am sorry, bonnie." He whispered shakily.
"you jus' make me cock hurt,"
Soft grunts and whimpers muffled by his pillow he resorted to burying his face in, too ashamed of himself to see what he was doing to you. His poor, innocent lass.
He continued rutting against your ass until he came, not even caring enough to not make a mess of your ass with his seed.
Johnny bit into the pillow as he moaned, allowing his orgasm to wash over him.
Once he regained his breath, he pulled you closer, not wanting you to wake up to the feeling of hot cum quickly cooling uncomfortably on your skin.
"am sorry, lass. Fuck. So sorry. A wullnae dae it again." He whispered, hugging you flush to his front.
