Friends

We pulled up into the drive in front of Louis’ house and he got out of the car and slammed the door and stormed towards the house. I sighed and got out and walked behind him. It started as a good night out with our friends, but something pissed him off.

He was already in the house when I got to the door. I went into the kitchen where he stood, drinking a beer. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned in the door frame, and watched him. He was fuming, and for the life of me, I had no idea what caused it. Louis and I had been the best of friends for almost three years now and I could normally read him like a book, but this night he had me clueless.

“You gonna tell me what’s bothering you, Lou? Or should I just go home?” He snapped his head around at me, his blue eyes blazing at me.

“You aren’t going anywhere, you’re drunk.” He said taking my handbag from me.

“And you’ve ruined a perfectly good drunk, too. I can call a cab, and I snatched my bag back from him. What the fuck is your problem, anyway?”

“My problem!?” he shouted at me, “What the fuck is your problem? I’m tired of having to pull guys off of you every time we go out. Just once, when we go out, can you not have half the club hanging all over you?”

“Why do you care, Lou? I don’t get pissed off at all the fucking selfies you have to take with everyone in the club. You are my friend, Louis…not my boyfriend. I can do what I want.” He threw his beer bottle in the sink, shattering it and causing me to jump. Then stalked over to me, pinning me against the doorframe I was leaning on.

“I care…you have no fucking idea how much I care.” His eyes stayed locked on mine. Suddenly it hit me, he was jealous.

“Louis?” I said softly, “What the…?”

He didn’t say anything; he just took my face in his hands and kissed me, hard. I gasped and he forced his tongue into my mouth, moaning as his tongue slid over mine. He tasted like beer and cigarettes…and something that was distinctly Louis. It was intoxicating. Before I could stop myself, my fingers frantically grabbing at his hair and was kissing him back as desperately as he was kissing me. Our lips parted and we just stared at each other. His eyes were still full of fire. I just stood there, speechless.

“Do you know what it does to me to see some other guy touching you? Touching you the way I should be? Looking at you like you are his, when you are mine?” he growled at me.

“Since when?” I asked. He stroked his hands down my face, over my neck and shoulders, down to my hands.

“Weeks…months…I don’t know.I just know I can’t go on like this anymore. I won’t.” Then he kissed me again. This time not so forcefully. His arms slid around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. Not wanting to let go.

This was new territory but it felt so right. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted this until he kissed me. Now I didn’t want him to stop.

He moved me out of the door and into the living room, our lips barely parting. He backed me onto the sofa and I fell back, his body landing on top of me. His lips moved away from my mouth, leaving wet kisses on my across my jaw and down my neck. He found soft bit of flesh where my neck met my shoulder and sucked and bit my neck leaving a bruise. I moaned and pulled his hair

“Fuck, Louis…” was all I could manage to utter.

“Oh I intend to.” He growled in my ear.

Though they probably should have, his harsh words didn’t scare me, they excited me. He sat up pulled his t shirt over his head, throwing it over the back of the sofa. He just stared at me, his icy blue eyes looking right through me. He grinned at me and pulled me up to him, his hand slowly moving to the hem of my dress and pushing it upwards.

“This needs to come off, love.” He whispered.

I pushed him off me and stood up in front of him. I just smiled at him, kicked my shoes off and lifted the dress over my head and tossed it on the floor. I stood before him in just my lace panties, waiting. He reached out for me. His lips touched my tummy in a soft kiss as he ran his hands over my body. He seemed to be worshiping me. I ran my fingers through his hair as his hand ran over my back and my ass. I felt his hands slip below the waistband of panties and he looked up at me as he pulled them down slowly letting them slide down my legs. He slipped his finger down my folds, exploring me. “Oh god you are so wet, love. So wet for me.”The he teased my clit and I shuddered and moaned. “So beautiful, babes. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are. Do you?” He kept rubbing at my clit while he spoke to me. My legs started to shake from the sensation of his finger rubbing circles over me. I pulled his hair, and moaned out his name,

“Lou, I’m gonna fall…”

He grabbed me and pulled me down to the sofa. He quickly inserted a finger inside me, curling it upwards, instinctively knowing where that magic spot was. He slowly moved his finger in and out of me. His lean body moved over me and his lips touched mine. Our eyes locked on each other and I whispered,

“More, Louis…please.” He inserted another finger inside me and his thumb rubbed my clit again.

“I want you to come for me,” He whispered against my lips, “I want to watch you come undone because of me, babes. Can you do that for me?” I couldn’t speak; all I could do was nod. I could already feel heat pooling at my center. I moaned his name and cursed every god I knew of. My hands gripped his arms tightly. “Close, yeah?” he asked watching my face, “You going to come for Daddy, baby?” He leaned down and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting it and that’s all it took to push me right over the edge. I threw my head back as my back arched off the couch and into him, screaming his name as white heat exploded from my core. “Such a good girl,” he cooed in my ear, as I lay there shaking beneath him. “So beautiful.” My eyes fluttered open and we just looked at each other. His face softened as he grinned at me. “Good, yeah?”

“So fucking good, Daddy.” I teased, calling him by the name he obviously liked to be called. Somehow I knew this about him, even without asking. I just knew. He just continued to grin at me. “But, you may need to get out of these now.” I pushed his pants down a bit and reached inside them, stroking his very hard cock over his boxers.

“Jesus fuck…” he said swatting my hand away. He stood up and quickly got rid of his pants and boxers.He reached in his wallet and pulled out a condom and handed it to me. “You do it.” I smirked at him, ripping the package open, but just before I rolled it onto him I licked the bit of precum off the head, loving the curse he muttered as I did. Then I looked up at him as I rolled it on for him. Without saying a word I lay back on the sofa as he descended over my body. I was aching for him by this point so I reached between us to help guide him into me, but he swatted my hand away again, “I know my way.” Then he poised himself at my entrance, grinning still, and said, “Ready?”

“Yes, god, Tommo – stop talking and fuck me already.” He raised his eyebrow at me and pushed himself into me in one go, burying himself right up to this balls.

“Fuck!” I yelled out, as our bodies joined. He held still inside me for a moment, letting me adjust to him. His face came close to mine, our lips connecting in a kiss that was a near violent clash of lips, teeth and tongues. I thrust my hips upwards to signal him to move. He reached down, his hands holding my hips in place and began slowly moving in and out of me.

“So damn tight, babes,” He cursed, “Fuck!” Our lips never really parted as the room was filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together, soft curses, and kisses. He pulled my legs up higher and I wrapped them around his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders as I felt my body tighten, I was so close to coming again, and he knew it. He pulled out of me, causing me to whimper at the loss. “Not yet, baby. Not until I tell you…I want you to ride me.” Then he sat up, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him and sunk down on his cock, moaning as he filled me again, arching my back and throwing my head back. His hands gripped my thighs and he set the pace, slowly lifting me up and bringing me down again. He leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth and I shivered feeling the pressure start to build again. My breathing became erratic and I tried to speed up the movements. He squeezed my thighs and smacked one hard. I yelped out at the sting of his hand hitting me.

“Please, Daddy…” I begged.

“When I’m ready…I’ll tell you. Together, baby…wait for me.” It felt agonizingly slow but so damn good. My body was shaking from trying to maintain control. “That’s my girl, you can do it. Wait for me…I’m so close, baby,” he cooed at me, stroking my back. He let go of my thigh and pushed his fingers into my mouth, wanting me to suck at them. He watched intently and then pulled them out, immediately moving down my body and rubbing them over my clit. I shivered and could feel tears forming at the corner of my eyes from the torture he was inflicting on me. I begged again,

“Louis..daddy…I can’t…please…”

“You wanna come again for me, baby? Yeah?” he teased. I just nodded, tears rolling down my face,

“Please…”

He quickly switched our position again, pushing me over on my back and entering me quickly, pulling my legs over his shoulders. He didn’t hold back, he fucked me into the sofa hard. His fingers found my clit again and he rubbed it quickly. My body tightened around his, his movements became erratic and his breathing started to hitch and he leaned down, kissed me deeply and whispered,

“Let it go, come all over me…” that was it, I shattered into a million pieces all over him, screaming out his name. He groaned and buried his face in my neck, biting my shoulder as he spilled inside the condom.

We lay there, Louis still on top of me as our breathing came back to normal. I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp. It seemed so weird yet so right to be holding him like this. He pulled out of me, kissing me quickly, and then stood up.

“Be right back, love.” He said with a wink and disappeared into the bathroom. I sat up and pulled his t shirt on just as he came out.He smiled and said, “Looks better on you than me.” He picked up his boxers and slipped them on before lying back down on the sofa and pulling me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he stroked my hair. We lay there quietly, not saying anything for a while. I was the one to break the silence.

“Louis?”

“Hmm?”

“We can’t go back now.” He put his hand under my chin, tilting my face up to his, looking me straight in the eyes and said,

“No, we can’t. I don’t want to. Do you?” I just shook my head ‘no’ at him. “Good. I couldn’t bear it if you did.”Then he pulled a blanket from the end of the couch over us and we fell asleep holding each other.”

Notes

**Reposted from the god awful un-acessable original acct**

I've had this in my mind for a little while and it was keeping me from working on "Follow Your Heart" so I had to get it out. Hope ya'll don't mind. I've always pictured Tommo as a dirty one, so thats where this went. Let me know what you think.

**Edited - I wasn't happy with this after I posted it, so I have gone back and made a few edits. I like it better anyway...hop you do, too.

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