Tempted by him *Waterloo road *

Ch.Sixteen

Esmè knew how things were. She had started a war with Max Tyler. And it was a war she was going to win. Despite what he said. She didn't care. She wasn't in the mood for him.

Thankfully, Esmè and Tom had managed to sort out the issues. Grace had told him how Max had used the texts Grace had sent him and they had sorted things.

Esmè was thankful she hadn't lost Tom. Especially knowing that she wouldn't cope given all that was going on with Max. He was her rock. And Esmè didn't know what she would do if she lost him.

Tom looked up as Esmè walked into the room. He smirked and pulled her onto the bed.

Esmè walked over to the bed. She straddled him and kissed him. "I want you," he said as he kissed her.

"Same," Esmè said as she pulled down his boxers and took him into her mouth.

Tom's head was lifted, watching as the wet, pink muscle escaped her lips, coating the appendage.

He exhaled when her eyes met with his, drifting his own to her mouth to watch his length disappear between her lips.

"Turn this way." He grunted pulling her so that he could pleasure her as well.

He could no longer see her hands or mouth or... "fuck," he inhaled the word when her tongue swirled, grazing the sensitive frenulum on the underside of his tip.

Her actions were intensified by his inability to view her, his tongue pressing against her in an effort to distract himself.

She bobbed him deeper as he tongued her, swirling her clit as best he could with her hips bouncing. The angle wasn't the greatest as it was and he needed her still.

Tom gently rolled them so she was beneath him, checking that she could breathe before pumping his hips once.

Esmè moaned around him and he smiled returning his focus to her momentarily abandoned clit. He sucked the sensitive bud between his lips, pumping his hips into her when she groaned.

He felt her throat relax, his own groan escaping when his head slipped within the confines, the vibrations of which caused her hips to jerk.

He doubled down on his efforts, needing her to finish before the moaning and groaning around his shaft effected him more than he wanted.

If her fingers began with the exploration she'd hinted at knowledge of the night before, he was done for.

Hands gripped the back of his thighs as she stiffened, her body arching into him in her hips attempt to pull away.

He followed, rotating his lips around her clit as he drew it between his lips once more. She shuttered beneath him, her groan stifled by the involuntary curling of his hips.

"Fuck," he hissed, pulling out of her, "are you ok?"

Esmè smiled, lifting up to her elbows. "Better than ok."

He smirked as he opened the condom, rolling it on. His body hovered above hers moments later, his breath grazing the plump flesh of her bottom lip, latching on when she pushed up to connect them.