℘olaceforus 💤

you keep him company when he gets lonely

dreaming of you

it doesn’t take much for him

"you look good." he says you step out of your house, closing the front door.

he walks around the car, opening the door for you. "thank you, art." you say as you kiss him, a smile creeping up on his lips.

you get inside the car, sitting and fixing your dress as you sit.

he closes the door and walks around, getting inside the driver's seat.

"where are we going?"

"guess." he starts the car and briefly looks over at you— your legs, your outfit, your beautiful face, the small smile perked on your lips. those kissable & soft lips.

"uh.. i don't have a clue!"

"that restaurant you mentioned the other night? when i fucked you in the bathroom?" you chuckle and scrunch your nose, "shut up."

"you remembered." he nods and smiles, "i'm not that whipped."

"how's lily?" he clears his throat and sighs, "with tashi, in that crappy hotel."

you chuckle, and roll your eyes, "god, you know she's still fucking patrick, right?" art nods and places his hand on your thigh, the red traffic light shining over you two as he turns to face you.

"and i'm still fucking you. its equally fucked up." "technically, you're in a open marriage."

he squeezes your thigh, moving it annoyingly higher. "can we not talk about my 'fucked up' marriage? or tashi." he shrugs and shakes his head, the light turning green, "tonight is about you."

"it's always about me." you whisper and he smiles, " 'cause you're sexy." he smirks.

your hand makes its way to the bulge in his jeans, that had gone unnoticed until now.

he lets out a choked whine, "baby."

you reach a red light.

your hand unzips his zipper.

he's hard.

a moan slipping past as your finger graze over his hard cock.

"we're not gonna make the reservation if you keep going."

"fuck the reservation." you smirk and unbuckle your seatbelt.

once the light turns green, art drives into the nearest empty parking lot, an applebee's.

art groans and leans his seat back, giving you space.

"for taking me out." you whisper, leaning over to face his opened jeans.

he lifts up his hips, pulling his boxers and jeans down just enough.

his cock springs up, hitting your lips causing his breath to hitch and deepen from the feeling. "such a sensitive thing." you whisper.

licking his tip, you grip his shaft, your hand jerking off his cock.

"please." he whines, "you want it? my mouth? on your cock? so dirty." you whisper, spitting on his tip and rubbing it over with your fingers. your hand moves up and down, exactly at the right pace.

his hips jerk up— he wanted more. "be patient, baby." you smirk, feeling his hand moving its way to your ass– gripping and slightly slapping.

you finally take all of his cock into your mouth, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. "fuck!" he moans as his hips thrust, making you gag again, " 'm sorry, fuck." he whimpers as he looks down at you.

his hand squeezes your ass, the other lays on your head as you move it up and down. "feels so good, fuck." he whispers, "you take me so good." you moan around his cock, causing it to twitch at the contact.

you lift your head— a string of saliva connecting his cock to your lips as you begin jerking him off again. "i'm close, sweetheart."

you smirk and kiss the tip of his cock, "want you to cum on my mouth." you look up at him, your hand still moving around his cock. "dirty girl." he whimpers.

his cock twitches once again. you lick his shaft up to his tip, your mouth open as he finally reaches his climax. his warm liquid falling into your mouth, lips and even getting on your nose.

you swallow it, your fingers cleaning up what fell on your nose, sucking on your fingers— he moans at the sight. his cock getting harder, if it was possible. "wanna fuck you. feel you, baby." he whimpers— reaching for you, to which you obey by moving over to his lap.

he bunches up your dress to your hips, revealing your underwear; a pink lace. "sexy." he whispers, his lips come in contact with yours— a sensual, deep, sexy, soft and warm kiss. his tongue crashing with yours as you fight for dominance.

his fingers move to curl over the waistband, ripping your panties. "i'll buy you more." he whispers against your lips, his eyes not leaving yours as his cock comes in contact with your entrance. he watches your face as you sink down on his cock, stretching you out once again.

"art.." you moan against his neck. he shushes you softly, his hips beginning to rut up against you, your breasts bouncing at the contact. "let me take care of you."

you begin leaving wet kisses against his neck, biting his skin softly. "your pussy's squeezin' me so good, bunny." he whispers against your ear.

your hands move down towards his buttons on his button up, unbuttoning them; revealing his very toned chest and abs (from his very hard working tennis years), you moan at the sight— and the fact his tip just hit your cervix.

your hands lay on his abs. he begins to slow down, a signal for you to take control – which you do. you begin lifting your hips, his dick twitching inside of you at the sight and feeling of your pussy sliding up and down on him.

"fuckin' hell, art." you breathe out as you slam down, his cock hitting your cervix once you do. "oh fuck!" he moans out, throwing his head back — his hands move out to grip your hips, helping you with your movements.

if anyone walked by, they could see the car shaking. the foggy windows. and they could probably hear you both moaning and the skin of both of your hips slapping against eachother. the sound of both your liquids as you moved against art's cock.

the filthy sounds of an affair. of sex.

and fuck, did it feel so fucking good. everytime he hit your cervix; a moan from your lips. everytime he gripped your hips; a whimper from his lips. everytime you moved your fingers over his abs; a thrust of his hips.

"fuck art!" you moaned, throwing your head back – your back arching. "are you close, baby?" he whispers into your ear as he grips your skin, helping you bounce on his cock. "yes, fuck, yes." he moans at the sound of your voice, weak, whimpering.

"cum for me, baby. all over my dick." you let out a pornographic moan, your hands gripping his curls, "oh fuck, angel." he whimpers as he thrusts into you, his cum filling you up.

your breathing is heavy, your head against his as you take in what just happened. "i think we missed our reservation."