Tam by Lusia || @ || www He stood with his back leaning against the cold wall, skilled hands tucked firmly inside his ripped denim jeans, his tanned chest illuminated under the faint glow of the light above them both. Swallowing deeply, he ran his tongue over his lips, letting them be moistened, gearing them up for the acts they were about to perform. “Tam, Tam, Tam, Tam.” Her name was his drug, it kept him going, made his heart pound, his blood rush, his trousers tighten, his throat dry, his cock throb. He felt a deep ache begin, gradually growing fiercer and fiercer as his lustful blue eyes undressed the fiery red head positioned in front of him. Breathing deeply he let out his held breath, feeling his hands slip out of their pockets before he moved from the wall, slightly nearer to the object of his desire…lust…want….need. Her dark hair shimmered falling gently onto the bare skin of her back. That top was teasing, he decided, feeling the movement of his stare lowering until it came to rest on her firm bottom. He bit back a groan, small, round, so god damn squeezable he felt his fingers instantly beginning to clench. There it was again. “Tam, Tam, Tam, Tam.” His heart seemed to thud in time to it, red hot Irish blood soared through his veins, his cock grew harder, fighting the confines of the rough denim material. God he wanted her. The scoop on her sheer top drooped dangerously low, it was TAUNTING him purposely, daring him to come over and stroke the silky smooth skin that he knew was there for his liking. Skin that would be hot to feel, hot to touch, even hotter to taste. A small groan escaped his glistening lips, his eyelids briefly closing for a split second. Moving quickly he stood behind her, his eyes magnetically drawn to her bottom once again. His breathing was raspy, his throat felt dry, his mouth felt hungry. He needed her and he needed her now. Taking one step forward he let his huge erection press firmly against her bottom. He smirked and rose his eyebrow seeing how her body suddenly reacted. “I told yah I’m not in the mood.” A frown instantly fixed itself across his gorgeous face, the hungry blue of his eyes darkening in disapproval. God she made him so horny when she was mad with him. He felt himself hardening even more under the thick material. It was so rough, he needed to feel something soft. Silky soft, liquid soft, hot soft. He needed to feel it and there was no way he wasn’t going too. “I don’t give a flying shite if ya in the mood or not Tam cos I am and I’m gonna do yah whether ya like it or not.” His muscular arms folded themselves securely across his chest, drawing her attention to his well defined muscles. His cold blue eyes bore into hers, mocking her, DARING her to refuse him yet again. Her stomach trembled at the beautiful sight positioned in front of her, the cold night air making his nipples slightly erect. God how she longed to touch, nibble, lick them. But he had pissed her off earlier, and now he was going to pay. “Fuck yah Egan, yah can’t think yah can just click yah fingers and I’ll come running to yah like some sort of raging hormonal teeny bopper.” Anger flashed across the brilliant blue depths of his eyes. Within a second he whipped his arms out and slammed her body against his. “Yah better shut that dirty little mouth of yours and put it to some better use,” he growled, his breath playing on her lips as he remained less then an inch away from her. Her brown eyes glanced up and locked with his. “In yah dreams Egan,” she spat before spinning away and staring out at the scenery once again. Furiously Kian’s eyes shot around the night environment. God she pissed him off something stupid. “Cheeky bitch,” he muttered under his breath, quickly undoing the button on his jeans before slamming his hips against her round little arse again. Tam jumped slightly, feeling the touch of his large arousal pressed firmly against her. Her breathing deepened, her chest heaved, her legs annoyingly widened themselves. Goosebumps formed where his fingers grazed, her fingers gripped the thin rail in front before feeling Kian’s hands fall firmly on top of hers. His chest felt soo hot against her bare back, tingles of anticipation formed in her stomach when he roughly demanded she moved forward. She didn’t move. “Tam fuckin’ move yah self or I swear,” he muttered through grit teeth, pissed off that she continued to defy him. So big, so large, so thick, so hard, so fuckin’ BIG. Tam’s brown eyes darkened, she felt him leaning forward, his hot breath tickling her neck. “Didn’t yah hear me the first time or yah just plain deaf? I said get off,” she repeated. He quickly moved her right hand next to her left before clamping his down securely on top. “And didn’t YOU hear ME the first time saying I was gonna do ya whether yah like it or not.” His lips moved to her neck, blowing his hot breath against it. “Da ting is Tam, YOU know just aswell as I do dat you are craving for my touch.” His hand skimmed up her leg a little way before gliding back down. His cock was still pressed firmly between her cheeks, his cold nipples stabbed her smooth back. He was making it purposely hard for her to resist him. Lowering his blond head to her shoulder, his lips met her sunned skin, gently nibbling and caressing while his hand continued to travel further up her leg. Tam’s stomach was growing tight with need, her breasts felt heavier, her breathing became laboured, heat began to seep through between her legs while his skilled fingers slid along the inside of her thigh. Closing her eyes she instinctively leant her head back, leaving her neck for Kian’s taking. She refused to release the moan of want that was begging to escape from her lips. His tongue glided up and down the gently curve of her neck, planting small fiery kisses on her pulse. His hand snaked its way round to her front, she felt him swallow and take a short breath before his middle finger slid purposely slowly down the thin material of her panties. “You know yah want meh Tam,” he murmured, lifting his head to hers. His blue eyes resembled the mid night sky. Her mouth opened to reply but instead was suddenly attacked by his. Dominant lips probed hers, urging her mouth wider, his hot tongue sliding straight into its familiar home. A small groan escaped her, her knees felt weak, her mind span, her throbbing intensified. She LOVED how he kissed. So strong, so self sure, so sexy it drove her wild for more. Kian pressed his middle finger against her entrance, letting his thumb trail over the dampness. He knew all along she wouldn’t have refused him. He was gonna teach her a lesson all the same anyway he decided. Pressing firmly, he felt her legs spreading. She was SO hot, he was ACHING with the need to shove his fingers straight up, fast and hard. Just how he knew she loved it. “Whaddya want Tam?” He gasped against her mouth, his tongue still hungrily devouring her mouth, wanting more, making her give him more. “Ki, Kian,” she panted, her hands feeling slippery under his. Another finger joined the other as he slid them slightly upward in search of the one place he knew EXACTLY how to use. The restrictment of movement was driving her crazy, she needed to feel him properly. His cock was SO hard. She wanted to taste it. She could practically SEE its glorious sight, long, hard, thick and glistening, just begging to be licked, nibbled, teased, tasted, anything. A whimper escaped her lips as his thumb brushed mercilessly over her clitoris. “TELL ME Tam,” Kian ordered, his mouth wet as it slid back down her neck again. “I want yah Ki,” she said breathlessly, moaning at the feel of his finger pulling away the side of her panties. He smiled against her sun kissed skin, kissing every little freckle he could see. His fingers were soaking, she was wet, soaking wet and he hadn’t even touched her properly yet. “I can’t hear yah Tam,” he mumbled, his concentration fixed on tearing the annoying shield to her hot womanhood away. “Yah fuckin’ bastard Egan,” she yelped, feeling her legs slip as his finger slid between her folds. His eyebrows furrowed in disapproval yet again. “Say it,” he told her simply, letting his middle finger slide teasingly inside her folds. Nothing but the sweet sound of her panting for him filled the air. His thumb once again located her clitoris, he circled it lazily. “Be nice and I might do this with mah tongue.” Her entire body was on fire, she whimpered, surrendering to his addictive touch. She needed him NOW. She felt herself becoming wetter with the feeling of his mouth on her. That hot, experienced tongue of his lapping away at her, gearing her body up, making her explode. But still she ignored him. He was beginning to get seriously pissed off. “Tam,” he snapped impatiently, his smooth voice lined with anger, heavy with lust, He ignored her cries as his finger slid along her entrance before shooting straight up, hard, inside of her. “Last chance, tell me yah want I want ta hear, tell me how hard and fast yah want THIS,” he breathed, letting another finger join in. “Kian,” she moaned, sweat beginning to form on her forehead as she tried to regain control of her soaring body. A third finger shot upward, his thumb began to tease her swollen clitoris, his lips attacked her smooth shoulders. She stretched her body against his as he pushed all three fingers up as high as possible, curling them slightly. Tam fought against the one hand making it impossible for her to move. Every struggle, he pushed that bit further. She could feel the furious beating of his heart against her chest. His left hand finally moved and shot straight toward her erect breast. Cupping its heavy weight, he sighed in bliss against her neck. “Kian I want yah,” Tam admitted, opening her hazy eyes to see the sight before her. A cold air shot all around her as she felt Kian’s hand quickly move away. He span her around, the tip of his cock just peeking out from the waistband of his jeans. “Too late sweetheart,” he smirked, letting his wet tongue trail along his damp lips why his crystal blue eyes lowered down her body, ignoring the creased sight of her skirt around her waist. She followed his gaze with a deep breath, fully understanding his actions. The aching almost hurt as she struggled to remain standing. Kian span on his heel and walked through the glass balcony doors, knowing very well that he had got her right where he wanted her and they both knew it. The end