Chapter 118
**Sara**
He finished his ice cream first, crumpling the napkin and tossing it into a nearby trash can. "You know," he said huskily, "watching you eat that ice cream gives me all sorts of ideas."
I took an exaggeratedly slow lick of my cone, maintaining eye contact with Tom as I did so. His eyes darkened, and I could practically see the gears turning in his head.
His hand tightened on my waist, and for a moment, I thought he might just drag me into the nearest alley and have his way with me. But he took a deep breath and loosened his grip.
"Finish your ice cream," he said, his voice strained. "Then we're going home."
I couldn't help but shiver at the promise in his words. Home. His apartment was starting to feel more like home than my place.
We continued walking, and I savored every bit of my rocky road, letting out little appreciative moans with each lick. Tom's jaw clenched tighter with each sound.
"You're evil," he muttered.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said innocently, licking a stray drop of ice cream from my finger.
Finally, I finished the cone, crumpling the napkin and tossing it in a nearby trash can. "All done," I announced cheerfully. "Shall we head back now?"
He didn't bother responding. He just grabbed my hand and started walking briskly toward his apartment.
"Someone's eager," I teased, practically jogging to keep up with his long strides.
"You have no idea," he growled.
We power-walked the rest of the way to his place. As soon as we reached his building, Tom pulled me into the elevator, pressing me against the wall as soon as the doors closed.
His mouth crashed onto mine, consuming me with a hunger that left me breathless. His hands roamed my body, fingers digging into my ass through my jeans, kneading and squeezing like he couldn't get enough.
I let out a gasp as he pressed me harder against the wall, his need evident in the harshness of his kiss and the way he ground against me. My hands fisted in his hair, tugging him closer, refusing to let the tiniest sliver of space exist between us.
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing an empty hallway. He pulled back for a second, his eyes darting around to ensure no one was about to stumble upon us mid-makeout session.
"Ever get the feeling someone's going to walk in and see us?" I whispered, nibbling at his bottom lip. The thought felt forbidden and exhilarating.
"If they do, they'll probably die of jealousy," he murmured back, his lips trailing down my neck, making me shiver.
Finally, we stepped out of the elevator and half-walked, half-stumbled our way to his apartment door. The second it clicked shut behind us, Tom wasted no time. He spun me around, pushing me up against the wall, his breath hot against my ear. "Shall we start the to-do list?" he growled.
A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. "Sure."
He grabbed my hand and led me through his place to the balcony. The night air was cool and crisp, the city lights twinkling like stars scattered across the ground. I stepped up to the railing, my fingers curling around the cold metal as I took in the view. "It's a beautiful night," I said, my voice softer now, almost reverent.
Tom stood behind me, his body pressed against mine. "Yeah, it is," he murmured, his tone hinting at more than just the scenery.
Our lips met again; this time, the kiss was less urgent and more exploratory. A moan escaped my throat as his tongue slid against mine, teasing and tantalizing. Between kisses, murmured words filled the space between us.
"You really want to try this here?" he whispered, his hands tugging at my jeans, fingers tracing the waistband.
"What's the matter, Tom? Afraid to get caught?" I teased, my own hands fumbling with his belt, wanting, needing to feel his cock in my hands.
"We do have neighbors, you know. Someone could look over and see me fucking your tight pussy out here."
"Then let them see. Let them see how you make me cum on this balcony."
"I aim to please," he growled, his hands sliding down to my ass, squeezing it hard.
He kissed me again, his lips capturing mine in a searing, possessive kiss. It felt like he was trying to imprint himself onto me, his tongue probing deep, exploring every inch of my mouth. A moan bubbled up from my throat, and I rocked my hips against him, needing more.
"You're such... a fucking tease," he muttered against my lips, hands still groping my ass.
"Just... trying to... keep things... interesting," I panted between kisses, my fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans.
His breath shuddered as I slipped my hand inside, my fingers grazing his rock-hard cock. "You have no idea what you do to me," he groaned.
"Oh, I think I have an idea." I gave him a wicked grin and sank to my knees, tugging his jeans down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, the sight of it making my mouth water.
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