Fantasy and Putts - t.h. series [18+]

Putter Fantasy - Strike Two iii

If you give Tom silly kisses on the mouth only to make Harry mad, Tom never stops you. Eventually, however, you do sit up straight in the car, chatting animatedly about this and that.

You can't move around much because the plug is almost horizontal right now, the tip brushing the rim of your entrance, probably too wet and slippery to stick to a single spot. So by the time you get to the Hollands' house, you have been sitting quietly looking out the window and silently praying that nothing is noticeable when you walk out.

No one makes a comment about it, so you think you're safe, but immediately Tom sets the plan in motion and announces you two won't be staying for lunch anyway. Harrison does stay, saying he'll meet you later, so it's just you and Tom in the car on the way home.

The first thing you want to do is adjust the plug so it's settled comfortably inside you again. You sit in an awkward way, your butt in the middle of the seat, pushing your skirt up ignoring Tom's gaze.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, moving his hand from the ignition button to your thigh. He lets it rest there for a while.

You turn to him and blink your lashes languidly, saying, "Adjusting the plug. It's not really in me at this point."

"Hmm." He doesn't say anything else and retrieves his hand to start the car, so you proceed with your idea.

First you pull the plug out, then slide it all the way in, moaning when the shape stretches past your clenched muscles. "Fuck, that felt good."

"Now, that doesn't sound like you're only adjusting the plug, young lady," Tom says in his warning voice, grunting right after. "You'd better stop." He pauses. "Hands on your lap, c'mon."

"Hmmm," you hum, twirling the plug around and sliding it out again. "No." This time, you pull it out completely, even out of your knickers, letting the bright sunlight shine down on the white and translucent fluids that cover it. "Look at this, Tom."

"No." That's all he says before you feel the car slowing down. You notice there's not enough traffic to justify doing that, but Tom takes your slight distraction and reaches over to pluck the toy out of your hands. With his eyes on the road and his other hand tight around the wheel, the same clench from this morning on his jaw, he twirls the plug around your pussy over the panties, then past the edge, looking for your hole to slip it inside.

"Keep doing that, yeah," you tease, jerking your hips around so that the toy keeps rubbing your clit and upper lips. It feels good. Warm and hard. Perfect to work towards your first high of the day.

"Fucking—" Tom starts, growling, but you miscalculate your motions and the plug slides into you the next time he moves his hand. "There you go," he adds, pulling your panties to cover you and patting your mound. "That's a good girl. Now keep your hands on the bloody dashboard, y/n."

You obey with a smirk. Teasing him to the point when he's grunting orders at you is the absolute best. He gets this resolute look in his eyes, his whole face incredibly tense, jaw almost cracking from how hard he's grinding his teeth. After, he slaps the inside of your thigh and squeezes the flesh in his hand, keeping it there the rest of the ride.

This is exciting, your cunt clenching around the plug as you watch him drive, his mouth in a tight line and his tongue swirling around. He's got this expression as though he's scheming something, which makes your hips twitch on your seat.

You sit back properly, hands where he told you to put them, and wonder what kind of ideas he's having right now. You have a few of your own, most of them being some way to get Tom to make you climax several times in a row in different positions or on top of different pieces of furniture in one of your bedrooms.