Don’t get caught honey (smut)
started watching "the scandal" so I got an idea with Big Daddy Elvis :)
Warning: 18+ content, fingering, sex.
ohhhhh what´s happening... my clothes are suddenly gone!
“Elvis you have to stop or we will get caught” you whispered, while Elvis was buried into your neck, leaving hot kisses on your sensitive spot. Elvis pulled away from your neck, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he grinned at you. "Who said anything about getting caught?" he asked, his voice low and husky. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. He leaned in for another kiss, but you pushed him away gently. "Seriously, Elvis," you said, trying to keep your voice stern. "We can't keep doing this. Someone is going to catch us." Elvis shrugged, his expression still playful. "Let them catch us," he said. "I don't care." You sighed, knowing that arguing with him was pointless. Instead, you leaned in for a quick kiss, then took a step back. "Come on," you said. "We need to get back before anyone notices we're gone." You could feel his eyes on you the whole time, and you couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. As you reached the door, you turned back to him. "Promise me you'll be careful," you said, your voice soft. Elvis nodded, his expression serious for once. "I promise," he said. "But you know I can't resist you." You grinned, knowing that he was right. "Just try to resist getting us both into trouble," you said, before slipping out the door and heading back to the party.
As you walked back to the party, the weight of your secret affair with Elvis settled heavily on your shoulders. You knew it was risky, reckless, and even a little bit stupid, but you couldn't help the way you felt when you were with him. No one knew about you and Elvis had been secretly fucking for the last month, and you were determined to keep it that way. The thought of what would happen if anyone found out - the scandal, the shame, the judgment - made your stomach churn. You could see already the headline of the newspaper “Elvis Presley and his little helpless affair with his left-wing” But at the same time, the excitement of sneaking around with Elvis, of doing something forbidden and taboo, made your pulse race. Every time you were with him, it was like a rush of adrenaline that left you dizzy and breathless.
You tried to push the thoughts of Elvis out of your mind and focus on the party, but it was proving to be much more difficult than you had anticipated. And then you felt it - the unmistakable feeling of someone's eyes on you. You turned, and sure enough, there was Elvis, leaning against the wall with a sly grin on his face. He was staring at you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken, and you could feel your cheeks flush with heat. You tried to ignore him, to act like he wasn't even there, but it was no use. His gaze was like a physical touch, stripping you down with his bare eyes until you felt like you were standing there naked in front of him. Finally, unable to take it anymore, you made your way over to him. "What are you looking at?" you asked, trying to sound casual. Elvis shrugged, his grin widening. "Just admiring the view," he said, his voice low and husky. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his voice. You knew you should walk away, that this was dangerous and reckless, but you couldn't resist him. Not when he looked at you like that, not when his touch sent electric currents through your body. “Wanna dance honey?” Elvis asked, his hand extended towards you with a playful grin on his face. You felt a thrill of excitement shoot through you at the prospect of being close to him, moving with him to the rhythm of the music. Without hesitation, you took his hand, and he led you onto the dance floor. The music was loud, the lights flashing, and the energy of the crowd was palpable. But none of it mattered because all you could focus on was Elvis.
As the two of you swayed to the music, you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and it was like all the worries and doubts you had been feeling just melted away. "You shouldn't stare at me like that," you told him, and his face scrunched up in confusion. "Why not?" he asked, as he pulled you closer to him. "Because it looks inappropriate. A boss shouldn't gaze at his assistant in that way," you replied, feeling his hands tighten around you. "What do you mean, 'in that way'?" he inquired, and you felt his body press against yours. "As if you've seen me naked," you clarified. “Baby, the funny thing is…” Elvis looked around to see if anyone was listening “I have seen every inch of your perfect body” You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. “Elvis, please," you said, looking around nervously. "We can't keep talking like this. What if someone hears us?" Elvis looked around too, then leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear. “Meet me at our spot in 10” he gave your cheek a kiss.
As Elvis disappeared into the crowd, you took a deep breath and tried to calm your racing heart. You had tried to resist him, to tell yourself that this was a bad idea, but it was like an irresistible force was drawing you to him. Ten minutes later, you found yourself at the spot where you and Elvis had shared so many intimate moments before. Elvis was already there, waiting for you with a grin on his face. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. “Baby I need You so badly right now” he whispered under his breath, You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, your lips hungry for his. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the passion building with each passing moment. "then take me baby." you whispered against his lips. With that, Elvis lifted you up and carried you over to the bed, where he laid you down gently. He crawled on top of you, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body. You moaned softly as he touched you, the pleasure building with each passing moment.
Your moans grew louder and more urgent. “Baby, I need you to be quiet” he laid a hand over your mouth to mute the moans that left your mouth. You reached up and pulled him in for another kiss, your tongues tangling together as the passion between you grew. You could feel him getting harder against you, “open your legs for me honey” he said, his voice low and husky. You pulled your dress up a bit and spread your legs wide open for him, “oh baby, you gonna be the death of me… no panties for daddy” Elvis murmured with a groan of pleasure, as he pushed your dress up further and slipped his hand between your thighs. His fingers found your hot and wet center, and he began to stroke and rub your sensitive folds. You arched your back and moaned softly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Elvis leaned down and captured your lips in a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he continued to pleasure you with his skilled fingers. You could feel your body building towards a powerful climax, and you knew that you were teetering on the edge. “Elvis I’m gonna come” you whimpered. “Do it, baby! Leave a mess on my fingers” he groaned out, as your walls tightened around his fingers, leaving your juices surrounding his fingers, your body shaking with pleasure as Elvis continued to stroke you through it all. “Oh, those pretty sounds!”. You looked up at him, feeling a sense of ecstasy wash over you as you basked in the afterglow. “Ready for round two baby?” He asked. You grinned up at him, feeling a renewed sense of desire building within you. "Absolutely," you replied, pulling him down for another kiss. He pulled away just long enough to remove his pants before returning to hover over you. And then, he entered you, slowly at first, but then picking up pace as the pleasure intensified. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in closer as he thrust into you, each thrust was deep enough to hit the sensitive spot in your cervix, The feeling of him inside you was almost overwhelming, and you knew that you were close to the edge. As if he could sense it, Elvis reached down and began to rub your clit, the sensation pushing you over the edge as you cried out his name. Elvis continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased his own release. Finally, with a low growl, he came inside you, collapsing onto your chest as he caught his breath. The two of you lay there, tangled up in each other's arms, enjoying the quiet after the storm. After a few moments, Elvis rolled over and looked at you, a soft smile on his face. "You're amazing," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I don't know what it is about you, but you drive me crazy." You smiled back at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. “Elvis we better get moving before people get suspicious about us,” you said leaning in for a kiss before getting up. He grabbed your arm pulling you back down “let’s just stay here for a minute” he held you tight in his embrace.
