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Water Tight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Neither I, nor any of the writers know Tom Hiddleston, his PR people, nor have we ever met him. We do not make any profit from this story other then the enjoyment of writting it. All characters and events are entirely fictional.

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The restaurant gives you their last table, just before close. Thomas sits next to you. "Tell me what you've been doing since I left you."
"I was promoted to assistant superintendent. They get elected but I don't."
"That's great."
"Yes and no."
"Explain, darling." He lays his hand on your thigh.
"I got the recognition, but it's so much more work. That phrase over worked and underpaid? Education through and through." Your order wine and your meals.
"Was that true what you said? Or just words in the heat of the moment?"
"I'm not sure what you're talking about."
He tips your chin up. "When you said you hadn't been with anyone else. You're not seeing anyone are you?"
"No." He frowns. "I mean, no I'm not seeing anyone. I haven't had the time and honestly, I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Would it make you uncomfortable to know the same thing?" You stare into each other's eyes until the waiter brings the wine. Tom sips the chardonnay. "You never answered."
"No, it wouldn't. In fact, it would please me to no end." He takes your wine glass and sets it down.
"Don't disappear on me again." His thumb caresses your bottom lip. "I've gotten lucky twice. My luck just might run out." He kisses you deeply.
You barely contain yourselves on the ride back to the hotel. Once again, Tom's hand at the small of your back propels you through the lobby to the elevator. As soon as the doors slide shut, he shoves you back against the wall. His body hard against yours.
"I can't wait to get you back to the room." His mouth hovers before yours. "I'm going to fuck you."
"Hard?"
"Hard." He grinds his growing erection into you. "Deep."
"Fast?"
"Not yet. Slow." His long fingers wrap around your throat. The elevator dings. Tom takes a step back from you, but wraps his arm around your waist. Thankfully, there's no one in the hall at the late hour, so he doesn't have to hide the obvious bulge in his slacks. He slides the key card. The lock beeps. The world spins as he draws you back into the room, slams the door and gently tosses you on the bed. He shrugs off the blazer and works the knot of his tie loose. You watch him slowly unbutton his shirt. It's absolute torture. You get wet just watching him get naked. His eyes already fucking you. You open your legs as he unbuckles his belt.
"Fuck. You're such a good girl. No knickers all evening." He flicks the button open and slides down the zipper. "Open wider." You spread your legs further apart, the dress bunching up around your hips. The dew of your lips glistens on the light.
"Is that better, sir?"
"Yes, pet." He pushes the pants down his legs and steps out of them, shoes and all. He steps up between your legs. You devour his cock before he has the chance to protest. His groan pierces you. "Oh fuck, darling." He reaches behind you and unzips your dress. His hips tremble as your lips and tongue taste him. His fingers slip into your hair. You spare a glance up. His eyes are closed, his head dropped back. His mouth is open in pure bliss. "Yes, pet." Your belly twists with desire. "Oh fuck." He tightens his grip. "Stop. Stop." He pulls your mouth off him. Without another word, he jerks your dress over your head and throws it. "Turn around. On your knees."

Without argument, you immediately turn as Tom grasps your hips positioning you before him. You spread your thighs a bit. His fingers slide between your folds finding you soaking wet. With one swift stroke, he thrusts his throbbing hard cock deep inside of you. You gasp loudly and throw your head back. He pulls back before thrusting hard inside of you again. You can’t suppress the moan at the tingle his large cock sends up your spine and down your inner thighs with each of his hips movements.
His movements become steady. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head as you bite your lip. His hand moves up your spine and slides into your hair, gripping. Not to hard but just enough for you to feel him holding your head in place while his movements become faster and harder. Your hands claw at the comforter beneath you as your entire body begins to tense around him. You groan when he slows at how tightly your body clamps around him. His hips nearly pound against your backside with each hard thrust.
Your body starts to shake and shiver as his hand tightens and pulls your head back a bit further. You cry out at a burst of pleasure disabling you completely, leaving you quivering from head to toe. He soon follows suit and cums hard inside of you. He nearly collapses on top of you, causing you both to fall forward onto the mattress gasping for air.
You could feel an ache in almost every part of your body but not in a bad painful way. Tom releases your hair as his touch becomes softer. He kisses your neck and shoulders then across your back, wrapping an arm around your middle to embrace you tightly before resting his head to your shoulder. You both grin,s your bodies writhing against each other still quite excited. “Thank God, we crossed paths again, my darling girl.” His body still shivers and tenses in the aftershocks.
It’s impossible not to grin. Your eyes close, resting your head against the bed. After a moment, Tom places a few more gentle kisses before pushing himself up and off of you. Your smile melts. Your eyes open wide when you feel him slide from within you. No wonder it felt so raw and intense. Instantly, you push yourself up and turn, looking at him to confirm your suspicions. “Shit.” Tom looks at you and frowns at the look on your face.

“What’s wrong?”
You slide from the bed, scooping up your dress. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” You pull on your dress and jerk the zipper up as you head to the door. Tom jumps up from the bed, following after you.
“Where are you going?” He still doesn't quite understand what had happened.
“I need to go to my room. Right now.” Before he can say anything else, you whip the door open. 'Sorry' was all you said as you slipped from the room closing the door behind.
Tom stands there, his jaw on the floor. He retraces everything from the time the two of you got to his room. It takes him a few moments before it dawns on him. He rolls his eyes at himself, running his hands over his face. "Well, you're a bloody tit, Hiddleston." Oh, he owed you a big apology. He sighs, resting his hands on his hips and hoping to God that the mishap didn’t send you fleeing from him forever.
You almost kick the door of your room open as you hurry to your suitcase. You pull it out from under the bed and quickly dig around through your things. “God damn it!” You curse then turn over the suitcase, dumping it out on your bed.
Your eyes widen in panic, not finding it. You hope and pray you didn’t take it out after your last trip. You dig through the pockets on your suitcase and your eyes light up. You pull out a prescription bottle. A quick check of the expiration date to make sure it’s still good. “YES!” You open the bottle and shake out a pill, knocking it back with a bottle of water.
With a huge sigh of relief, you throw yourself backwards onto the bed stretched out in triumph. “Thank you sweet JESUS for the morning after pill.” You close your eyes, feeling better by the second. That horrid feeling of pure terror and panic drains from your body. The last thing you needed was for a one night stand or weekend marathon sex to lead to 18 years of misery.
Tom pulls on a pair of track pants and dials your number. "Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Please." You change into a comfy pair of pajama bottoms and soft tee. The phone rings while you're packing your things so you don't answer. You give the room the one over. The phone vibrates a text.
You open the door and open the message. 'Darling. Please come back. We need to talk.'
You send back. 'Checking out.'
"Shit." Tom grabs his room key and rushes to meet you in the lobby. Despite being the middle of the night, there's still several people in the lobby. It being a big convention weekend after all. Tom rushes up behind you and turns you around.
"Darling, don't leave on account of my stupidity."
You laugh. "What are you talking about?" The desk clerk looks between the two of you. "I thought you wanted me to stay in your room."
"Oh. Yes. Of course." He smiles, beams in fact. "I thought I'd loused everything up."
"Taken care of, honey." The desk clerk hands you your credit card back.
"Can I help you, Mr. Hiddleston?"
"No. No." You take his hand and the two of you head to elevator, garnering more glances than you're really comfortable with, but Tom isn't wearing a shirt and is bare foot. You both have sex hair and it's the middle of the night. When the doors close, he turns you to him again. "I'm so sorry, pet." He cups your face. "I got so caught up." His thumbs caress your cheeks. "You make me forget myself."
"Tom, it's alright. I took care of it. We'll just have to be more conscious of things." He nods but doesn't release your face. You saw him for who he was. Not some actor. Not Loki. Not Henry or Hal. Not Adam. Or any of his other characters. Or this perfect image his fans created for him. You saw who he truly was. You wanted nothing from him but him. He kisses you suddenly and deeply, releasing your face to wrap his arms around you and press your body to his. The elevator dings. He leads you back to the room.
"We've got a long day tomorrow. Let's get some sleep." He takes your suitcases from you and sets them with his. You climb into bed. Tom's body is a comforting warmth at your back. He wraps his arm around you and nuzzles his face into your hair. Once again, his breath and steady heart lull you to sleep.
The following morning, you stand underneath the hot, almost scalding water your eyes shut. You must have had a rigorous evening because you could hardly drag yourself out of bed or move. You couldn’t help but smile a little as the last time your body felt like this was the last time you’d spent the night together. However, you weren’t going your separate ways. Not quite yet.
When you woke up Tom wasn’t there. He’d gotten up and gone for a run leaving a note that said he was sure to be back before you awoke. Eight in the morning was kind of early to be getting out of bed when this was meant to be your vacation, but he insisted that you go with him to this . . . ’comic con’ convention with him today. You had no idea what that was, but if there were more of the weirdos that kept approaching you with the strangest propositions you’d ever heard . . . maybe you should be sure to slip your mace in your back pocket to take with you.
Your head still under the water as it showered over you and cascaded down your sore and tired body, you didn’t hear the shower door open and then close. Suddenly, two strong familiar arms wrapped around you as a firm body melded against the back of yours. You could feel him pressing his hips against your backside and couldn’t help but smile. He was already hard and anxious to be inside you again.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” He whispers in your ear with a grin, embracing you tighter against him.
“Oh Christ.” You half laugh, shaking your head. “You’re a morning person.”
“Uh oh, and you’re not?” He nuzzles your ear. You reach up to wipe the water off your face, leaning your head back against his shoulder so you could look at him. He chuckles, seeing the answer in your eyes. He kisses you deeply.
“There will be a car here at 9 a.m. to take us to the convention center. But in the meantime . . .” He releases you from his arms, cupping your breasts. He squeezes them slightly before massaging them. You close your eyes. His left hand leaves your breasts and slowly caresses down your body before slipping between your thighs and gently caressing your hot, wet pussy. “. . . maybe there’s something I can do to improve your mood?” He breathes heavily into your ear.
Tom's fingers and thumb work your clit and tender opening until you're gasping and writhing. He leans you up against the wall and wraps your leg around his waist, holding your ass in place with one of those large hands. You rest a hand on his shoulder for balance. The water pelts between you. Laying a hand on the wall above you, he takes you with a skillful thrust, sliding in to the base. You groan into each other's mouths. He rests his forehead on yours.

"Look at me, pet."
Your half-lidded gaze moves from his delicious mouth to his piercing blue eyes. "Who are you?"
"You know."
His thumb presses your clit then moves in a circle. Within moments, you're shaking and cumming. He grunts at the way your body constricts him. His fingertips dig into your ass and the tiled wall. His intense gaze stabs right through you before they roll back as they close. His body stiffens but jerks back and out of you before he cums. His hand on your ass and yours on his shoulder are the only thing that saves you from falling.
"You're an incubus."
"Sent to tempt your immortal soul with mind blowing sex?"
"Exactly."
"Then that would make you a succubus." You dissolve into giggles. "We better hurry. The car will be here soon." You wash each other, laughing as you tease the other. Had you the time, you'd have run the hot water out with a second round.
Tom rolls up the sleeve of his button down. The phone in the room rings. He glances at you then answers it. "Yes?"
"Your car has arrived, Mr. Hiddleston."
"Excellent. We'll be right down."
You finish putting the back on it earring and turn from the mirror. "How do I look?"
"You'll be the talk of the convention."
You laugh. "I doubt that." You'd chosen a pair of tight shell pink capris, a pink paisley peasant top and a pair of Roman sandals. You'd pulled half your hair up but let the rest fall down your back, in soft waves. Mermaid hair your mother called it. You grab your purse and join Tom at the door.
Once in the elevator, his curved over the swell of your ass. "Pet?"
"Yes, honey?"
"You're not wearing knickers."
You turn to him and smile. "Of course not. I couldn't have a visible line." His palm curves around your hip. "No bra either."
He groans softly and pulls you body against his. "You best be careful. You won't be able to hide your desire." His hand continues around to rub your cleft through the material. You whine softly.
"I guess I won't." His mouth hovers above yours, breathing you in. God, this man has some hold on you. Why couldn't he be someone you could pursue? You close the distance between your lips and kiss him languidly, slipping your arms around his shoulders.
The elevator doors open to a lobby full of people. Tom takes your arm and leads you to the car. You could feel your body working against you. Your nipples already pulled tight beneath your shirt. But a glance at Tom's lap showed he wasn't unaffected, a slight bulge at the seam of his jeans.
As you rode in the car with Tom, he held your hand his fingers laced with yours. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back. Words couldn't express how thrilled he was that you agreed to come with him today, even though it seemed like you weren’t fond of the convention goers.
“So,” You looking over at him. “Why did you want me to come with you today?” It really did seem like an out of the blue asking you to accompany him.
“Well, I thought you might like to see what kind of work I do. Just to get an idea of how I’m known and such.” He moved a bit closer turning towards you. “And there are stretches of time when I’m sitting in a room by myself with nothing to do. It would be good to have company. And I am so lucky to have the companionship of such a beautiful woman.” His eyes shine.
“Oh.” Your own eyes sparkle as you move a bit closer to him, resting your hand on his knee. You glide your hand between his thighs, feeling his firm cock in his trousers. His eyes close and he groans at your touch. He leans closer and places a kiss to your lips, enjoying your touch.
After a moment, you unbutton the trousers and slide the zipper down enough to slip your hand inside and grasp him, causing a quiver to run across his lower abdomen. Reaching over, he found the button for the shield that would separate the driver from the rest of the car and give the two of you a little privacy. Your faces close, you can feel each other’s breath, both of your bodies grow warmer.
“Oh, you are my naughty little minx, aren’t you?” He breathed, touching your chin and looking into you your sparkling eyes.
“How long until we get to the convention?” You whisper. Tom’s cock had grown extremely hard and he throbs against the palm of your hand. God, he was so big and thick. You wouldn’t think it from just looking at his slim figure, but he was quite an impressively gifted man. Every time he entered you, he would stretch you and fill you and pound into your eager, soaking wet cunt. Oh, it was heaven. You’d never had such wonderful, mind-blowing sex with a man.
Tom looked out the window before looking at his watch. “It would have been 10 minutes if there wasn’t such ghastly traffic. This is terrible.” He breathes hardly able to keep his thoughts.
You grin. “Then there is plenty of time.”
“Time for what love?”
You look at him before leaning in and capturing his lips kissing him wantonly. He reaches up and cups your face, sliding his fingers into your hair. With one expert move, you release him from the confines of his trousers. He groans in relief and at the feeling of the air on his sensitive, painfully erect cock. With a smile, you leave his lips and lean down, capturing the tip between your lips. You suckle lightly, sliding your tongue around him, before you draw him further in.
“My God, woman.” His eyes roll back as his head drops back against the headrest. His hand holds your hair carefully to keep it out of your way. Your hand slides between his thighs as he opened them further. Your hands cup his already swollen balls making them a bit more sensitive. He was ready, but you weren’t going to let him quite yet. Your thumb pressed against the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming. Your tongue snakes around him. He’s too large to fit into your mouth completely, but you made sure not to overlook or neglect a single spot.
Tom can hardly breathe. His body trembles. He's closer now and feels like he's going to burst. You lick and suck and savor every bit of him. His hips lifted from the seat in desperate need, resisting the urge to hold your head tighter in place. Closer still, he had to warn you. “Darling . . .” He croaks, clearing his throat before continuing. “I’ve not a change of clothing and I will be . . . on stage in front of thousands of . . .” He gasps as you begin to suck around one of his painfully swollen balls. It was too much. It was almost unbearable. “Darling please. Please.” He begged desperately, flexing his hand in your hair.
Wrapping your mouth around his cock again, you take him all the way into your mouth, deep down into your throat. You gag reflexively but you didn’t stop. Especially when he cries out. You release him, wrapping your hand around it, stroking to give him permission. Both of his hands tangle in your hair. He explodes, cumming deep in your throat. His hips buck uncontrollably as he empties into your luscious mouth. You continue to suck him, your hand helping to milk him of every last drop. He whimpers and moans, his body quivering. When he stops finally, you release him and carefully tuck him into his pants. He pull them up and carefully zip and button them back while he lays in an orgasmic daze.
Tom wraps his hand gently around your neck. He pulls you up and cups your face as he devours your lips, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, savoring the taste of himself on you. He hadn’t expected you to give him such a treat and had there been time he would have eagerly returned the favor. He couldn’t stop kissing you when suddenly the driver spoke through the speaker. “Sir, we’ve arrived.”
His kiss breaks and he looks into your eyes, having lost track of everything except you. He grins mischievously, already planning to return your generosity at some point during the day. He takes your hand and kisses it. “Would you like to come with me sweetheart?” he offered you his hand. “Or . . . the driver can take you around the other side where there won’t be a hoard of fans.”
You look a little sheepish. “I think I’d prefer being dropped off elsewhere.” You didn’t want to get caught up in his famous life. You weren’t an item. You were literally friends with benefits or perhaps more accurately, fuck buddies. A ‘relationship' that you were quite happy with.
“Of course, darling. I understand.” He kisses your hand once and then again before kissing your cheek. “Make certain you put on the badge I got you so they will bring you to me as soon as I’m settled in. Wherever the ‘green room’ is they have set up for us. Alright?” You nod and he smiles again, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. “See you soon, beautiful.”
You grin and kiss his cheek, before he turns and opens the door and slides out. You hear cheers and screaming just outside the door before he closed it behind him. Good God, just how popular was this man. You shake your head and ask the driver to take you where you were supposed to go. You put on your pass, looping the lanyard over your head. When the car stops, you sigh and take a breath before opening the door and slipping out. Several people wait to guide you. What in the hell have you gotten yourself into with this guy?
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