Tommy X Deo Novels & Stories

"Are you alright?," Tommy asked Lucifer who adverted his gaze from Alexa. His usual taunting smirk settled on his perfect face. "Just peachy," He told, "What can I help you with Mr?" "Tommy, just Tommy, I'm the deputy sheriff of this town,"

"Nope, just girl stuff, Tommy. You should come along next time, though. My father's tailor would love to get his hands on you." Tommy smiled thirty-two perfect teeth, then looked at me. "Oh, I bet he would. Probably give me a glove-like fit, though." Teri laughed. "And if you play your cards right, a handsome discount." Tommy looked down at his drink and spun it in his hand. "I'm not ready to play those cards just yet, Teri. But keep asking." He lifted the gin and drank it down. I looked at Teri, who just kept smiling and winked at me.

I could keep myself safe, but what would I say to Rick if something happened to his son? Tommy was a great guy. He was almost seven feet tall, his dirty blond hair always disheveled, his brown eyes ever cheerful, his smile wide. And he was always ready to come to anybody’s aid. We fought and made peace, trained and ran away to the mountains... So many adventures, so much fun, so much laughter.

He adds with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. I give him a pointed look as this is an argument I suspect will continue having until the baby is born. “And I told you baby girls are dominant in my grandmother's line, beautiful ones too” I finish with a playful flip of my hair. “Now where are you going?” Tommy arranges the right sleeve of his leather jacket, tugging a little on the silver Zip sewn at the side “I have to meet Diego and Gio in the city for an errand… and no, you can’t come” he adds quickly when I start to smile.

Agatha is leaving. "Why should I say goodbye?" I stood idly by. Tommy's black hair was uproar, his forehead was sweaty, which caused some strands of hair to stick to her. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt and wore a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large lightning-shaped tattoo stood out on his neck. Tommy was a bad boy. "Well, you're right." Did you like the song? It was especially for you. I shrugged my shoulders.

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.

He adds with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. I give him a pointed look as this is an argument I suspect will continue having until the baby is born. “And I told you baby girls are dominant in my grandmother's line, beautiful ones too” I finish with a playful flip of my hair. “Now where are you going?” Tommy arranges the right sleeve of his leather jacket, tugging a little on the silver Zip sewn at the side “I have to meet Diego and Gio in the city for an errand… and no, you can’t come” he adds quickly when I start to smile.

I let Tommy win and we had another drink, fortunately Mark wasn't paying attention at the moment. Tommy was a sophomore at PC and was majoring in business. His father owned a distribution company in Providence that he was hoping to take over someday. I told him about my painting and as I talked he seemed genuinely interested, asking questions about my influences as apparently his mother was a collector. As we spoke I had mixed feelings. On one hand Tommy was cute and certainly interested. He seemed down to earth and not stuck on himself and I could definitely see myself going out with him.

The guy smiles, stepping back to give me space before extending his hand toward me. "I'm Tommy." "Chloe," I say, offering a smile as I take his hand. His grip is gentle. Much gentler than I imagined it would be. "Chloe," he repeats softly, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's a beautiful name. Come on, let's grab those drinks." He signals the bartender by raising his fingers, ordering two top-shelf cocktails before leading me toward a quieter, empty booth near the edge of the lounge.

He belonged to him and Adeline only. He knocked on the door. The door burst open and Tommy stood in front of him. Damien eyed him from head to toe. He could tell the man had good looks once upon a time. Enough to attract Adeline, but he wasn't much to look at anymore. Tommy was slightly shorter than him with a scruffy beard and messy blonde hair. His blue eyes looked dull and bloodshot as if he had been drinking all day and night. His white T-shirt sported a day-old food stain and he smelled like he hadn't taken a shower in a few days.