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Water Tight	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: Individual Celebrities > Tom Hiddleston Views: 2043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Written By: Jade Hagedorn, Marian K. Welty (AKA TheBlackadder)
The Scinero: You desperately needed the vacation over summer break. But just your luck, you chose San Diego during some godawful convention. There were literally people everywhere. Dressed in costumes and annoying the hell out of you.
You feel a tap on your shoulder. With a sigh, you turn. "For the millionth fucking time, I don't need rescued." You meet a pair of familiar crystalline blue eyes. Eyes you've dreamt about for almost a year.
"I was thinking more along the lines of tying you up, pet."
"Thomas."
"You remember."
"How could I forget?"
He takes the seat next to you at the bar. "You never called me."
"I lost your number."
"Ouch." He pretends to be wounded, clutching a hand to his chest.
"Seriously." You look him over in his suit and slightly disheveled hair. "What are you doing here?"
"Convention. You?"
"Vacation." His hand rests on your knee. You feel a dull throb of desire. "I need to be honest with you."
"Go on."
"I have thought about that night nearly every night since. And right now, all I can think about is getting you out of that suit and having a repeat."
Tom smiles and brings his hand up to brush your cheek then into your hair, grabbing it tightly. You gasp. "I was thinking the same thing. My room, 418. Ten minutes. Be wearing those Brazilian stockings. And no knickers." He gestures to the bartender to refill your glass then walks away.
You finish your drink before going into the ladies room and slipping off your panties. You stuff them in your bag. You don’t take your bra off. You couldn’t in this get up really. He’d just have to deal with that. At least there didn’t have to be any silly attempts and scenarios this time like there were last time. That was more awkward then sexy.
Heading out of the bar, you head to the elevators and start to step in the first car that opens but stop, hopping out again. Checking your watch, you hurry to the gift shop in the hotel and buy several packs of condoms. You could never have enough, and last time . . . you definitely did not have enough. Fifteen would surely be enough. Probably more than enough. It was always good to have extras in case they broke . . . or the need for countless orgasms ensued.
You hurry back to the elevators and get into first one going up, pressing the button to the 4th floor. Leaning back against the wall, you smile remembering the last night you spent together. You ached from head to toe for about two weeks following your romp with this stranger, but in a very pleasant way. He was so large, yet so masterful in his manipulations and movements. You couldn’t help but imagine all the things you wanted to do to him, all the things you wanted him to do to you since then.
You kicked your own ass when you realized days later that you didn’t have the number he'd left you. How would you see him again? Experience that naughty, hot, sensual, passionate, carnal lust that woke you at night in a fevered frenzy? You'd been so damn disappointed to find that you were alone and had no way of contacting him. You hated this damn hotel and the geeks that overran it, sorely regretting your choice. Who knew that fate would give you a break and allow the two of you to cross paths again.
Stepping off on his floor, you head to room 418. You paced yourself, trying not run at full speed to the door, more than anxious to see him again. You knock on the door. After a moment, it opens. Without a word, he reaches out to take your hand and pulls you inside. The door closes and locks automatically. He flips the bolt lock for added security.
Pushing you up against the wall, he looks into your eyes, his own glowing with lust and excitement. He slides his hand into your hair before gripping it tightly. He pulls your head back a bit and crushes his lips onto yours. He forces your lips apart; his tongue flicks and dances with yours, devouring your mouth. Your tongue meets his, not able to surpress a moan. His kiss is just as savory and delicious as you remembered. Perhaps even more so.
After a moment, the kiss breaks, leaving you both breathing hard. You grin, meeting his gaze. He puts his hand against the wall over you. His fingertips stroke your face. “First things first.” He says in his deep husky voice.
“Oh? What’s that?”
He holds up his hand. “Phone.”
You blink not certain you heard him right. “Phone?” He just stares at you, holding out his hand. You reach into your bag and pull it out, unlocking it before handing it to him. It seemed he had the same kind. It only took him moments to punch in his contact information and phone number, saving it to the contacts list. Then he sent his own phone a message, so he could have your number as well.
“Good.” He hands back your phone. “Now, that we got that cleared up.” He kisses you once more before taking your hand and leading you further into the suite. Last time, you were together you met in your hotel room. However, this wasn’t a room so much as a suite. He takes you through the double doors that led into the bedroom.
“Hmm. I take it you’ve gotten work since we’ve last met then?” You take in the plush surroundings.
He grins. You still weren’t familiar with him or his work. “You could say that.” Apparently, you weren’t a Marvel fan otherwise you might have put two and two together. He takes your purse and jacket, putting them aside. Then he leads you to the bed and sits you down. He kneels on the floor, looking up at you as he slips the buckle of the strap of your heel loose. He removes it slowlt then kisses your ankle. Tossing it away, he moves to the other and does the same. Once he tossed the shoe away, he keeps a hold of your ankle and begins to slowly trail kisses up your leg.
Thomas nips the back of your knee. Your lips part, wetness pooling between your legs. You lift up as he pushes the skirt of your dress up around your hips. You lean back on your elbows. "How I've missed you." He brushes his lips over the tuft of short trimmed hair, breathing in your scent. "No judgment." You sigh. "No expectations." He looks up at you. "Just you and I." You look down at him, feeling a ball of tension in your belly. His hot breath on your mound opens you up like a flower.
"No one else."
"What's that, pet?"
"There's been no one else." He groans. He was the last one to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you. With a growl, he slams you back on the bed, moving over you and above you. His mouth claims yours rough and hard as he reaches down to unbuckle his belt and free his aching cock from his dress slacks. His fingers roughly part your folds and invade you. You cry out into his mouth. "Stop!"
He pulls away. "Why?"
"Condom."
"Right." He smiles almost sheepishly.
"In my bag." He stands up and crosses the room to your bag. He tears into the first box. You watch him with hooded eyes as he tears the foil package open with his teeth then rolls the latex down his purplish red shaft. Your lips part in anticipation.
The wanton look on your face stabs him with need. He'd had many women look at him with lust, love and need, but no one as purely as you. You wanted nothing from him but him.
"You're going to be the end of me."
"No, lover. You're going to the end of me."
"You've got that right." He pounces on you, kissing your breath away as he grips your hair. With a hard thrust, he claims you, drawing a guttural scream from you. Your tight wet body clamps down on him and he nearly comes undone. He wraps your leg around his waist. His thrusts are almost painful, but you love every one. He buries his face in your neck, teeth set to your collarbone. His free hand reaches between you and finds your swollen clit.
Your back arches off the bed. His thrusts become erratic. "Cum, pet. Cum for me." His voice is breathless and hot, straining with effort not to cum before you. Your walls pulse around him. "God, cum for me." He pounds you hard, punishing your clit until it's all too much. You dig your nails into his back when your release hits, blinding and fierce. With a groan, Tom finds his in a flurry of thrusts before laying breathless on top of you.
After a few moments as the aftershocks of pleasure started to subside and you both caught your breath, he rolls to the side of you. A moan escapes you when he withdraws and you’re suddenly reminded just how large he was. He not only filled you but he stretched you quite a bit. You realize that your imagination didn’t do reality justice.
Tom grins and strokes your face before stealing a deep kiss, and looking down into your eyes. “God, I love how tight you are.” He breathes more than pleased, having had quite a few lonely nights in hotels when he would have loved to have you for company. He’d dreamt of you lying naked, stretched out across his bed, that wanton look in your eyes pleading him to take you over and over again. The harder and deeper the better. He grins a bit bigger as he leans down and nibbles at your shoulder pressing his teeth against your skin but not biting down.
“I love how big you are, so I suppose we’re even.” You grin mischievously and reach down between the two of you, wrapping your hand around his still firm cock. You squeeze a moment before stroking him firmly. He groans at your touch. His eyes roll back and close as his back arches and his hips thrust against your hand a few times. “Hmm. Someone has some built up sexual frustration.” You smile wickedly. “We’re going to have to do something about that, aren’t we?”
He grins as his hips thrust against your hand again. “Oh yes, darling. It’s not even 9 p.m. yet and I don’t have to be back at the convention center until 4 p.m. tomorrow.”

You listened to him, yet again you didn’t. You could feel him growing harder in your hand which was your goal. You were anxious to feel him inside of you again. “Are you working security or something?”
His hips stop moving and his eyes open as though you’d hit the nail on the head of something that he’d thought about since the time you left each other’s company. On one side, it was thrilling beyond words to have a woman as beautiful as you be completely ignorant to who he was and what he really did for a living. On the other hand, he felt like he was deceiving you. He could only imagine how pissed you’d be if you were watching a movie, saw him, and realized who he was. “Um, no . . . actually . . .” He stumbles. You frown when you feel his hardness starting to grow soft. No, no, no! That isn’t what you wanted at all! You were just trying to make conversation in between fucking each other's brains out. “I’m actually a . . . guest. On one of the panels.” He clears his throat.
“That’s really cool, I guess. Good for your exposure?” You wrap your leg around his waist and flip him over on his back. You sit up, straddling his abdomen, and look down at him. Your hands rest on his chest for balance. “We shouldn’t talk about work; we have more important things to focus on.” You slide down, grinding against his cock, feeling him against your quivering cunt. Tom rests his hands on your thighs, quite enjoying your movements. It seemed like he was genuinely troubled not having told you something he felt he should. You grind a little harder against him, trying to pull his head back to where you wanted it. Both of them.
"Pet. Listen to me."
You sigh and sit up, pressing the length of him between your pelvis and his. "Thomas."
"I don't want you to feel like I've deceived you."
"Fine. What is it?"
"I'm not a struggling actor."
"Ok. . ."
"You've heard of the Marvel movies?"
"Yes. Comic book movies, right?"
"Yes, pet. I play Loki."
"Alright. That really doesn't mean anything to me aside from the Norse mythological god. Now, can we please focus?" You slide off his legs and stand. Reaching behind you, you unzip the dress and let it fall to the floor. You unclasp the bra and slide it down your arms. Once again, you stand before him in the Brazilian stockings and your heels.
"God, you're beautiful."
"I've missed you, Thomas." You kneel before him. "I haven't had time for anyone else and I haven't wanted anyone else." You pull his slacks down off his hips. He lifts them so you can pull them off the rest of the way. "You broke my vagina."
"God, don't say that." He half-laughs.
"It's true." You stroke his semi-hard cock. "I couldn't get wet without thinking of your mouth or your cock." You press the flat of your tongue against the head of his cock. "But I would cum so hard, crying out your name."
He grabs your hair. "Show me." He scoots back to the headboard and spreads his legs. You settle your back against his chest. He moves you up and drapes each of your legs over his.
He watches you in the mirror. You rub your clit in circles. Instead of licking your own fingers, you lift them to Tom's mouth. He laves both fingers you place on his lips.
Your breath hitches as you slide two fingers inside your swollen, sore honey pot. Tom's tongue rolls over his lips. His eyes flick from your hands on your pussy to your face. Your flushed cheeks, parted lips, closed eyes. Your fingers thrusting in and out, plucking and rubbing your clit.
"Tell me what you think about."
"Your mouth on my clit. Sucking and nibbling. Your fingers thrusting inside me."
"Mmmm. Do you just use your fingers or do you use toys?"
"A toy if I'm thinking of your cock." Your hips buck. "Stop talking if you want me to cum." He brushes the hair from your neck. His lips trail kisses. His hands cup your breasts. He moans as you undulate against him, thinking that you'd done this nearly every night.
"Cum, darling." Your body trembles and sings with pleasure. He draws your ear lobe into his mouth, biting down as he watches you fuck yourself with your fingers. He wouldn't forget the sight. And he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. "Cum so I fuck you again, love." You buck and moan, pushing yourself over the edge. Your tremors give him a chance to put on a condom but when the tremors subside, he lifts you up to straddle him, facing the mirror. He sits up and shifts his hips to work his way inside you. You gasp as he moans.
You tuck your feet against Tom's sides. His rocking thrusts brush the head of his cock against your sweet spot. His hands cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between thumb and forefinger. His lips and tongue assault your ear and neck.
"You taste exquisite. Just as I remember." His breath is hot against your ear. His moans and gasps turn you on even been more. "Fuck." He groans, holding your chest under your breasts.
"Fuck. Thomas. You feel so good."
"Oh god darling, so do you."
You lean your head back on his shoulder. His lips devour your throat. You rock your hips to meet his. "Yes, darling. Just like- oh god-"
"Oh fuck. Yes."
You bounce on him as he thrusts up into you. "Oh god. Yes, darling!" He clutches your breasts and pounds into you. Your gasping moans become a keen when orgasm hits. Tom grunts and finishes just after you.
He withdraws from you and lays you down, pulling the covers up over you both. "Let's take a nap then go grab a bite. I'm famished, but you've worn me out after a long day."
"That sounds like heaven."
He tucks your hair behind your ear. "Would you think me forward if I asked you to spend the rest of this weekend with me?"
“Hmm. The whole weekend, is it? Not sure I bought enough condoms to last us that long.”
He grins. “Well when we wake up, we can take inventory and see if a trip to the store is required.” He kisses your cheek causing you to giggle. He wraps his arms around you, feeling the warmth of your body and the slight sheen of sweat from your shared efforts just moments ago. He growls softly.
“Oooh.” You grin. “Do that again” Your body presses harder against his. He smiles and leans closer to your ear. A low, deep rumble emanates from deep inside his chest and you can feel it vibrate down your spine. It was a thrilling sound that made your body twitch. Tom’s hand moves down from your shoulders to the small of your back pressing your hips harder against his. He feels you quiver just from the simplest of sounds he made.
"Such a wanton creature. How did I get lucky enough to have met you?" He pulls your body against him, his thigh between your legs. "Sleep now. So I can ravage you later." You were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to sleep, but the sound of his breath and beat of his heart against your chest did the trick.
You wake a few hours later to the sound of the shower. Steam rolls out of the open door. You step into the shower behind him. He wipes his face as he turns. "Sleep well, gorgeous?"
"I did. You?"
"Splendidly." You squeeze around him and under the spray. "I rather enjoy waking up with you in my bed." He cups your face and kisses you deeply and soundly. "Now, relax and let me clean my dirty girl up."
Tom lathers up his hands and begins to rub your body clean. "YOUR dirty girl?"
He grips your hair roughly and tightly. You gasp delightedly. His eyes glint possessively as he devours your lips, scraping his teeth over your kiss swollen bottom lip. "Yes. Mine." He backs you up to the wall and uses his knee to part your thighs. He reaches between your legs to cup you. "Was I not your last and have claimed you again?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" He twists your hair.
"Yes, sir." Your body trembles. Your wetness seeps out to his fingers.
"Mmmm. My dirty girl likes that." His fingers dip inside you, drawing out a sigh. "Now, behave while I clean you up. So, we can go eat. I'm starving." You lean on the wall while his hands
caress and tease you.
Thomas places a hand at the small of your back as you walk to the elevator. He keeps his hand on you until you're in the car. His driver raises an eyebrow. You noticed several people in the lobby whispering and staring. Some even took pictures. "Where to, sir?"
"The closest decent restaurant to take a beautiful woman to."
The driver nods. You turn to him. "Alright. I give. Just how famous are you and what have I gotten myself into?"
“Well, I can’t be too famous if you honestly haven’t heard of me in the past year since we left each other’s company.” He smiles nervously. You arch a brow, staring at him as he clears his throat and sighs. “I was in War Horse with Benedict Cumberbatch. But my 'break out' role in Hollywood was playing Loki in the Marvel movie universe. And things have been steadily climbing since then.”
“Really.” Was your head so buried in the sand that you had absolutely no idea about this? You’d heard the kids around the school talking about the Marvel movies. You heard the name
Thor thrown around and even Loki, but never in your wildest dreams did you make the connection. He was already famous when you’d crossed paths a year ago.
“Is this . . .” He paused a moment, “Is this something . . . that would be a deal breaker for you?” His voice was soft. He desperately hoped it wouldn’t send you fleeing.
“Am I going to be brutally murdered by your fans if I’m seen with you?”
“Heaven’s no. My fans aren’t like that. They are very enthusiastic and passionate, but their attentions are very benign.”
“Then what’s the problem?” You honestly didn’t care who he was, or what he did for a living. What you did care about is what a fantastic lover he was. The fun the two of you had when you were alone together in bed. The nasty things you did to each other, the rough fucking, the slight bondage, the domination games. . . all of it. You never knew anyone like him. He was a treasure that you may have never found if that moron who stood you up had actually turned up for your date.
A smile appeared on Tom’s face, “Really?” His tone was hopeful and it pleased you to no end. And that surprised you. “You . . . don’t mind my being slightly famous?”
You move closer to him, resting your hand on his knee. You lean in and kiss him feverishly. His hand slides into your hair, gripping slightly as he devoured your lips anxiously. The kiss broke with both of you turned on. You gaze into each other’s eyes. “As long as it doesn’t interfere with our time together.” You whisper. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hmmm. Maybe, there’s a way we can have a bit more fun because of it.” A mischievous look gleams in his eye.
“Oh? What did you have in mind?”
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