He grabbed my clothes away from me and laughed, “Do you think we’re done already?!”

I blinked; Johnny was ALWAYS done after one round. I let my eyes travel down his naked body and he moved my clothes to the side so I could see his- still hard cock.

“Baby, just because you came doesn’t mean I did, or that we’re completely satisfied. What say we take this little tryst upstairs and try out the bed?”

I could have sworn I heard a choir singing in my head, I was so happy. We weren’t done! I nodded my head as the sexy, naked guitarist took my hand and tugged me up the stairs. Picking me up at the top he carried me into his bedroom and laid me down on the bed. Laying down on his side next to me, he ran his fingers through my hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, “And I’m sorry I was so quick and didn’t get you up here. You must let me take my time and more thoroughly worship your body.”

I had no complaints about what he was calling a ‘quickie’, but I was definitely up for finding out just what his definition of thoroughly worshipping my body was.

His fingers began tracing little circles over my abdomen while his lips started making little trails across my cheek then made their way down my neck. I could feel awareness zinging through my body as his tongue darted out and flicked against my nipple as his mouth reached breast level.

Oh. My. God.

I felt his fingers slip between my legs and brush against the soft folds that protected my core, I shuddered as they found my clit- something I’d done to myself but Johnny never had. My hands went to his shoulders and I held on for dear life as he touched, teased and worshipped his way lower with that beautiful mouth, the warm softness of his lips contrasting with the cold hard metal of his snakebites.

Finally, he replaced his finger with those lips and I gasped as that tongue darted out and around, caressing me almost tenderly. My fingers slipped into his hair and I felt the moisture seep between my thighs as my body began to feel like I would burst into flames at any minute. He used the fingers on one hand to play with my nipple, and slipped the other hand between my thighs, sending a shudder through my body and a gasp out of my lips as he slid a finger inside me.

And that was all it took to send me over the edge for a second time that day.

As I drifted through the waves I was vaguely aware of his tongue gently licking my folds clean of cum as my arms fell limply at my sides. When my eyes opened I saw him staring at me as he trailed kisses across my stomach and then brought his lips to mine.

I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him again as he gently lowered his weight down on top of me, supporting himself with an elbow as he placed himself at my entrance and pushed his way back inside me- surprisingly slow this time. I entwined my fingers through his hair and pulled his head down, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth catching first one piercing between my teeth gently, followed by the other. After what seemed like an eternity he was buried deep inside me, fitting like a puzzle piece with my body stretched around his.

This was how it should be, a part of my brain observed languidly as he just lay there for a moment, seemingly content to let our tongues do all the work for now.

Then he began to move at a slow, steady pace, his strong firm strokes building the pressure deep inside me like a river of molten lava about to explode. I ran my toes up the back of his leg and he smiled at me, so I ran my hand down his back finger nails lightly raking across his skin and then I grabbed his ass. His thrusting faltered for half a second as his eyes clouded.

“Careful firefly,” he whispered in warning, “I might lose it on you before we’re ready.”

I giggled and let my hands run back up his spine as he continued to thrust at an agonizing and excruciatingly slow pace. I would thank him later for it, because he took his time and showed me that it wasn’t always about getting in and getting out. Sometimes it was about the slow steady pressure that was pain and pleasure all in one. Finally, when I didn’t think I could get any more drenched in sweat, the pressure burst like a damn and the waves of climax crashed through my body. I felt a pulsing inside me and realized that he’d let himself go as well.

When I came down from the high he rolled over beside me, stroking my cheek with his finger. “Are you satisfied?” He asked and I wiggled, then bit my lip and stared at him out of the corner of my eye and he started to laugh. “You have no idea what you’re in for then!” He wrapped an arm around me and flipped me over onto my stomach.

Hauling my backside up, he gripped my hips and slammed back into me, this time from behind. I let my head rest on the pillow and supported myself with my elbows as he took me hard and fast.

This went on for the next three hours or so, until he was finally done with me. The man had stamina; I would definitely give him that. A nice body, great cock, and could make me scream until my voice was almost gone. I felt- exquisitely satiated. I wasn’t entirely sure I could move, but when my phone started ringing from somewhere on the floor I knew I needed to. So I did, slowly realizing as I did so that I was sore in places I didn’t know could be sore until this moment. I saw him watch me as I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my pants and I winked as I stared at the caller ID.

It wasn’t my mother, it was Johnny.

I flipped it open, “Hello.”

“Where the fuck are you?” He demanded and I raised my eyebrows.

“At the park, why?” I replied and Zacky clapped his hand over his mouth at the lie that slipped through my lips without a moment’s hesitation.

“Because you’re my girlfriend and I wanna see you, but you’re not home and your mom keeps telling me she doesn’t know when you’ll be home and giving me funny looks!” He yelled and I tried not to giggle but failed miserably.

“You’re at my house?!” I asked and heard a grunt.

“I thought I’d wait for you, but it’s been HOURS!”

“Maybe you should get a life,” I retorted, “Don’t you have something you should be doing?”

“You,” He laughed and I snorted.

“Right, because I so wouldn’t do that right now. I’ve been outside all day, I’m tired, hot, sweaty and I smell gross not to mention don’t think I look attractive. Go home, the only thing I want is to shower and go to sleep.”

“Fine, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hung up without telling me he loved me. I think he’d grown tired of the fact that I never say it back.

I don’t love him, at least not like that. I wish I could, but I simply don’t. This is probably why at the moment another guy is watching me dress with an amused look on his face.

“Who was that?” he asked and I raised my eyebrows.

“None of your business,” I retorted with a smirk. “Take me to the park?”

“Sure thing babe,” he replied.

“I’m not your babe,” I informed him and his eyebrows shot up in the air as I continued, “Three hours of really great… fucking… does not make me your girl.”

“True,” He admitted, pulling a shirt over his head. “Well then, RED, let’s get you outta here.”

I followed him down the stairs and to the car. Returning me to the park I got out and watched as he got out and leaned against the hood of his car as I turned to walk away.

“So that’s it?” He asked and I shrugged. “How will I find you again?”

I shrugged, “You come here.”

“And if you’re not here?”

“It means I’m busy. I do have a life you know, and just because we had an amazing afternoon doesn’t mean my world’s suddenly gonna revolve around you.” I rolled my eyes and he started laughing.

“You never even asked my name.” He pointed out.

“Do I need to?” I asked, what I meant was that I already knew and he should remember that I knew, but he took it as I didn’t want to know, nodding; which was fine by me because it meant he wasn’t running for the hills remembering what a stupid little girl I’d been; throwing firecrackers at him and Jimmy whenever they were visiting Johnny’s older brother. “You just picked a girl up off the street and screwed her for three hours, are names important?”

He shrugged, “Whatever. So maybe I’ll see you in a few days.”

I tilted my head non-committally and started walking towards home. I was aware that he watched me, so when I was supposed to turn left; I turned right and crossed the street heading away from my house.

Once home I showered away the scent of Zacky and sex, even though I didn’t want to, because my mother would ground me for sure if she knew what I’d been up to and with who.

The next day, I hung out with Johnny, who was very upset with me. I was sore as hell but I wasn’t ever gonna let on to him. I just plead a headache as an excuse for the very first time. He bought it, because I got migraines really bad sometimes. All I could think about was going to the park and meeting up with…

“Beka!” Johnny yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts of the green eyed guitarist.

“Whaa….aaat?” I whined and he slammed his fist down on the table making me jump. “Asshole.”

“I’m gonna go for a walk, wanna come?” He asked and I shrugged, following him out the door as we walked down the street. “So there’s this band, and I’M WAY better than their bassist, wanna hear them?”

“Sure,” I agreed and we walked down another street.

As we walked I could hear the sounds of a band playing in a garage. It was loud. Walking past I caught sight of Zacky, and I tugged the hood of my shirt up over my head and dropped my shades even though it was starting to get over cast. I hoped to hell he didn’t recognize me.

Johnny didn’t even notice, he was too busy running up to their bassist and mouthing off.

“Hey dude! You can’t do that!” The lead singer yelled and I watched as Zacky started laughing. I felt my heart start to pound and turned to watch as Johnny swiped the bass and started to jam with Jimmy.

“Chill Matt,” Jimmy said, “He’s just a kid, what’s the harm?”

So the lead singer was Matt, I observed, watching him stomp around all pissed off. I giggled, eyes glancing at Zacky. Those eyes stared at me and the shades chose that moment to slide down my nose for a fraction of a second, then I slid them back up and hoped he couldn’t figure out who I was.

“Johnny I’m goin’ home!” I yelled as my phone rang, “The Mother’s calling!”

“Seeya later babe!” He yelled and I took off running, a confused Zacky staring after me.

It was three days before I saw him again. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere or do anything basically, for being out so long the last time I’d been with Zacky. I think my parents were worried I was gonna lose my virginity, but they were a little bit too late for that. I’d already gotten rid of that particular annoyance. After all, my mother had always said that my body was a temple. Well, if my body was a temple then I was of the firm belief that it was meant to be worshipped. Frequently, if I had my way.

When I got to the park, he was waiting. He scooped me up into his arms and tossed me into the backseat of his car; climbing in after me he shut and locked the door.

He tugged me into his lap and assaulted my lips with his own. I laughed and slid backwards till I leaned against the back of the front passenger’s seat.

“What was that for?” I asked and his eyes flashed.

“I missed you?”