We met at the vet's office.

He was sitting on a cushioned bench, ankle propped up on his knee while a fluffy white Maltese with a red bow in her fur was curled up in his lap. The guitar magazine he was reading only hid the top part of his shirt, while is colorfully inked arms contrasted from his tan skin, the ugly gray bench cushion and the bright fluorescent lighting. There was only him in the waiting room, other than a teenager with a cage and a pet parrot on the inside, and an elder woman with a very pregnant looking cat.

On his head was a black beanie, blending in almost perfectly with the equally dark hair he had.

I signed in at the front desk, smiling at the woman behind the counter, and shifted the husky puppy in my arms. He made a small sound before curling up against my chest and cuddling against my neck. His fur tickled my chin, but I simply scratched him behind the ears and sat down on the bench seat across from the man with the Maltese in his lap. It was probably his girlfriend's dog and she was just too busy spending his money on some new shoes or a Ferrari.

"Alexia?" one nurse calls out, and the teenager is instantly out of her seat, hurrying over to explain whatever is wrong with her parrot. Only moments later, the woman with the cat is called back also, and it's just me, the two dogs, and him in the waiting room. It's silent, and I shift slightly on the bench seat.

Suddenly, though, the white Maltese pops her head up, nose high in the air as she sniffs around. The puppy in my arms is wiggling slightly before he plops down in my lap, sniffing in the female dog's way. When the Maltese barks softly, the man lowers the magazine in his hands and gives the dog a look. Glancing over his aviators at me and my Husky, he smirks softly and puts his foot back on the ground before watching as the Maltese jumps from his lap and walks over to me.

Surprised, but willing to let Lysander go, I place him on the tile floor, and he is going round and round with the Maltese while they gather the other's scent.

"Pinkly," he says suddenly, his deep voice startling me. I look up, tilting my head. "Her name is Pinkly."

"Oh," I say softly, looking down from him and back to the two dogs. "His is Lysander."

"Interesting," I hear him murmur. He puts the guitar magazine away, and I catch a glimpse of the Marlboro tattoo across his knuckles.

"You smoke?" I ask out of no where, and bite my lip regretting it. He lifts a dark brow up into his hairline before nodding.

"Yeah, you need one?" He asks, reaching for his pocket to grab the carton. I shake my head and shift again in my seat.

"No, no. I quit years ago. Just ... I saw the tattoo, so, yah know." I shrug at my own words, mumbling to myself about how stupid I was for asking such a question. He chuckles, and the sound makes me blush.

"Oh, yeah. Sometimes I forget I have that," he says, giving me a smile that makes me smile back.

There's another moment of silence, before we both find our eyes on our dogs as they play and wrestle with one another.

"Is she your girlfriend's?" I ask, finding it a subtle way to see if he's single or not. He fills the air around us with a chuckle, and I see him shake his head.

"No, Pinkly is mine. I've had her for a few years now. She keeps me company when I'm on and off tour."

I nod, silently triumphing over that he doesn't have a girlfriend. And ...

"You're in a band?" I ask, trying to figure out where exactly I know I've seen him before. This is Huntington Beach, it's not LA, but it's not Riverside either. Maybe in passing? Maybe high school? Who knows.

He nods, taking off his aviators, and those deep brown eyes make me instantly realize who he is.

I just met Syn Gates in a vet's office.

"Recognize me?" he says with a cocky grin, and I try to keep my cool. I don't want to seem like the crazy fan I am.

"Nope, can't say I can." Smooth, Rue, smooth.

He pouts, but it's covered with a chuckle almost immediately. "Then you probably don't know my band. But that's fine. You don't seem like the type to--"

"Listen to Pantera, Atreyu, Metallica, Megadeath, etcetera, etcetera?" I blurt out and then slap my hand over my mouth. Fuck.

He gives me a look before chuckling and pushes a hand through his hair. "Okay, maybe you do know us. I play guitar for Avenged Sevenfold." Brian looks up at me, and I feel a warm shudder go down my spine and pools between my thighs. I have to play this off cool. Cool, Rue, cool--

"Oh? Sounds familiar. Weren't you on MTV a few years back?"

Awesome, Rue, just keep pulling that smooth act and -

"So you have heard of us." He grins, and I'm trying my best to not melt into a puddle of goo.

Heard of them? I own every album and even have a deathbat tattoo on my hip, and a Forever tattoo running down my side.

"I guess," I shrug, still pulling the you're not as special as you think, Mr. Gatesattitude. He seems to like it.

"Mr. Haner?" a nurse says suddenly, causing both of us to look up. Brian gives me this look before scooping up Pinkly from wrestling any farther from Lysander and walks off. I grab Lysander and cuddle him in my arms, looking after the guitar god that I just had a conversation with. Damn that's a fine ass.

And then he's gone, and I'm stuck with a restless Husky puppy.

The next time I see Brian Haner, is when I've just gotten Lysander in the backseat and shut the door. I turn, ready to get into my car, before being surprise with a small white slip of paper that holds ten digits. I'm startled, taken back by the sight before slowly reaching for the paper.

"Call me sometime," he says, smirking his Syn Gates smirk. "We'll set up a playdate for Pinkly and Lysander."

And then he's gone and driving away in his big black SUV.

Two weeks pass before I grow the balls to call him, the guitar god that I've once had wet dreams about, and set up a 'playdate' for Pinkly and Lysander. It's a Thursday, at a local dog park that is about three blocks from my small apartment. We've agreed on two o'clock.

However, I'm nervous. I put salt in my coffee, and the cereal in the fridge and milk in the cabinet. I shouldn't be nervous. I need to act like I don't know just how famous and smoking hot and talented he is. He's just some guy I met at the vet and our dogs took a liking to one another. I can't help the few times I turned around and walked half way back home before turning back around and going to the park. The playdate was at two, but I end up being half an hour late. I find him sitting on a nearby bench, Pinkly a few feet away chewing on a tennis ball.

Lysander barks happily at the familiar Maltese and wiggles out of my arms. As soon as his paws are on the ground, Lysander is shooting off to the bright green tennis ball and the distracted Pinkly. When Lysander runs into view, Brian looks up and over at me, smiling instantly.

"I was wondering where you were. Get lost?" He teases. I laugh nervously and plop down beside him, a good eight inches between us.

"Sorry. Traffic was... bad."

And that was a bad lie. Stupid, Rue, stupid!

"Oh okay," he mumurs, pushing a hand through his black hair, pulling his bangs from his eyes. "You could of called."

"Left my phone at home," I reply quickly. Too quickly, fuck.

He looks over at me but says nothing. Just nods.

I sit awkwardly, my arms crossed over my chest as I watch our two dogs play and chase after the tennis ball as it rolls away.

"You know, I never got your name," Brian says suddenly, and I jump in surprise. I wasn't expecting the sudden statement. He chuckles, looking over at me. "Am I gonna have to guess?"

I shake my head. "No, I won't torture you with that," I joke naturally, relaxing my shoulders. "It's Ruth, but everyone calls me Rue."

"Rue..." he repeats under his breath, eyes falling to his lap before back at me. "Nice to meet you," he says, holding out a hand for me to shake. "I'm Brian."

I already knew that...

"Sorry what was that?" he said suddenly, surprising me again as she leaned forward, pushing his ear closer to me.

"What?" Did I just say that out loud? Fuck.

"You mumbled something."

Quick, Rue, think of something!

"Oh, um. I, uh, said, um... it's kind of warm outside."

"Oh."

It's silent again, and we both shift awkwardly on the bench. The eight inches shrinks to six. We simply watch as our dogs flutter around the dog park, chasing after the tennis ball they push away everytime they grab for it. Like a game of cat and mouse, I think, and end up having to cross my legs so the sudden thought of Brian and I playing a game of cat and mouse under the sheets, my dirty thoughts giving no evident effect on me.

"You okay?" he asks me, interrupting me from my thoughts. I look at him.

"What?"

"Are you okay? You keep moving like you've got somewhere to be..." He trails off at the end, and his deep brown eyes move down from my face and to the ground, and then over to where Pinkly and Lysander are wrestling in the grass. "If you have to go, it's fine. I understand. Not everyone gets a six month vacation from tour like I do."

I sigh, clasp my hands together in my lap and lean forward. He looks back up at me. Four inches now.

"No, it's not that it's just... I lied. At the vet." He raises a dark eyebrow, it almost disappears under the black beanie he wears. "I knew who you were, Brian. I'm a really big fan, actually. It's just... I didn't want to seem too... groupie-ish, I guess."

The eyebrow falls, and he chuckles, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"Is that it?" he asks jokingly before sitting up and resting his back against the bench. I do the same, keeping my hands in my lap. I'm not sure of how to answer that question.

"Uh, yeah. I guess..." I mumble the last part, and he chuckles again. Two inches.

"I thought you were gonna say something like, 'Oh, I'm married and have a kid', or 'I'm gay', not... that. I'm cool with you saying what you said. It's a nice change from the screaming girls. Syn likes the screaming girls, not Brian."

"Oh, don't worry, I'm a screamer," I retort, the double meaning evident, before I realize what I just said. Fuck. My face lights up almost immediately, and I drop my head into my hands. "Did I really just say that? Oh my god, I'm so stupid. Bad Rue, bad!"

Brian chuckles again and puts a hand on my knee. His thigh touches mine as he gets even closer. Or did I get closer? The warmth coming off his palm goes through my jeans like they're tissue paper. He's so warm...

"Don't worry, Rue. I've heard worse. Besides, I have to give you props - I kind of set myself up for that one." And then, I feel his hot breath on my ear, and I can't stop the shiver that goes down my spine. "I'd really like to hear those screams, though..." Suddenly, he pulls away, and my eyes go so wide they won't stop dilating. Did he just say what I think he just said?

Brian stands up and gives a sharp whistle. Pinkly comes running over and he picks her up once she's at his feet. "Come on, Rue. I know a nice coffee shop that allows pets." He says, before starting to walk down the path toward the other entrance of the pet park. Lysander sits in the grass, watching as his new playmate is carried away. I wave him over. The poor puppy is still learning, but as I start to walk away he runs after.

I pick up Lysander and power walk to catch up with Brian. Lysander his leaning off my left shoulder while Pinkly hangs off Brian's right, and the two canines sniff and bark at one another.

Brian and I don't say anything, but the silence wasn't purely uncomfortable. I had nothing to say, out of fear of scaring this divine man away, and he obviously had nothing else to say either.

The coffee shop Brian had told me about was actually just outside the park. Plenty of people with their dogs were going in and out, holding cups of coffee and bags of doggy biscuits. Brian slips the aviators back over his eyes as we get closer. I notice this from the corner of my eye. He looks over at me and grins.

"Can't have any fans spoiling our date."

This is a date? When did this turn into a date? Oh my god, I'm on a date with Brian Haner, Jr.! Guitar extraordinaire! Sex God that plays some sick riffs! The things he could do with those fingers...

I'm pulled from my rated-R thoughts when the bell to the shop rings and Brian holds the door open for me. I step in and step up to the short line, Brian falling right beside me. He has a smirk on his lips and I'm wondering what it's over. Just as we become second in line, Brian leans down and whispers to me:

"You have a hole in the back pocket of your jeans. Cute purple panties, by the way."

I feel myself stop breathing and, while holding up Lysander with one hand, I feel the back of my pants. Sure enough, on the right ass check, its a hole big enough for me to fit two fingers; and I can feel the cotton of my underwear...

"Someone shoot me now," I whisper, silently groaning as I keep my hand there, covering it up awkwardly. Brian chuckles at me before pushing my hand away and using his own to cover up the hole. The heat of his hand causes my whole body to heat up. The agony I feel from the need to get-off is killing me; slowly, silently, horribly.

Finally, it's our turn, and Brian simply leaves his hand on my ass. He gives it a squeeze, which causes me to squeak and jump, causing the barista to give me a look. She knows...

"Hi there! Welcome to Coco Connection, what can I get you two, today?" she asks, playing up to the name on her tag - Sunny.

Brian orders as I try to read the menu. It's been too long since I've had a bought-cup of coffee.

"House blend tall coffee in a venti cup. Four sugars then fill up to the top with whole milk." The girl nods and puts it into the order-register before turning to me.

"And you, miss?"

"Uh..." I stare at the menu before randomly picking a choice. "I guess the dutch chocolate frappuccino." She nods and puts it in.

"And how about for those two cuties?" Sunny asks, motioning toward out dogs. I go fish-out-of-water and look up at Brian. He's already ordering.

"Two Graveyards, please." He says and she nods, putting in the last order and repeating it back to us. Before she can even get the price recited, Brian has a credit card out of his pocket and handing it over. I don't even have time to blink.

"I could have paid for it myself..." I mumble as we walk away and over to the pick-up counter. Brian smirks, lowering his head down to speak softly to me.

"I said this was a date. The guy always pays."

Here comes that fish-out-of-water look, again. "Oh," is all I can get out. His hand goes back to my ass. I shiver when he squeezes again. Brian leans over, and to anyone he looks as if he's simply whispering something to me, but he's definitely not whispering again...

The warm, wet texture of his tongue traces my ear, and I almost fall out on the floor there. My breath catches when he pulls back and blows warm air onto the wet skin. Two of his callous fingers slip into the hole in my jeans and rubs the cotton of my boy shorts against my ass. If I wasn't soaking wet before, I am now. My eyes are half way closed, and the look of lust on my face almost scares away the teen boy that finished our drinks and places them on the counter.

"H-here you go!" he squeaks, his voice cracking before he goes back to fix other orders. Brian removes his hand from me and grabs at his coffee and the bag of dog treats. Following him like a love-struck puppy, which is just what I am, Brian finds a booth in a back corner and allows me to get in first. We set Pinkly and Lysander on the table, and Brian pulls out the two 'Graveyard' treats. It's a cookie in the shape of a cat skeleton. I can't help the snort I give at the sight of them. However, the snort turns into a sharp inhale of air when Brian puts his hand on my mid-thigh.

I clutch my frozen drink in both hands before looking down at the tattooed hand. His thumb teases my leg with slow circles. I look up at him, he's simply drinking his coffee but I can see the amusement in his eyes.

"You missed," I tell him, feeling a random burst of courage. I pull one hand from my drink and grab his fingers. Pulling them higher up my thigh, I place his hand on my inner thigh, just an inch or two from the crotch of my jeans. He's surprised by the notion, but the surprise turns to lust. I can see his deep brown eyes grow darker from behind his aviators.

His hand squeezes my thigh through my jeans, and my hips buck into his hand. I stare at him, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted. If he does that again, I'm gonna come.

"When was the last time you were pleasured by a real man?" he asks, his lips barely centimeters from mine.

"Years," I whisper, staring at those sweet plump lips... I wonder how he tastes...

Brian smirks before asking, "When was the last time you pleasured yourself?"

I'm still a bit dizzy from how today went from me being a nervous school girl, to being felt up in a pet-friendly coffee shop by the guy of my wet-dreams.

I blush at the question, although I know I should answer him truthfully. "About two days ago," I answer, squirming slightly. I can feel the vinal-leather through the hole in my jeans. The sound Brian makes has me almost coming undone. It's a mixture of a moan and a purr, like a cat in heat.

"How?" He purrs smoothly, and the blush on my cheeks darkens slightly.

"In the shower, on the highest pulse setting," I answer again, growing a bit confident. He makes the sound again; his eyes fall closed as he bites at those sweet, plump lips that I want to taste. I lean forward, daring to grab the taste I want, but a bark from Pinkly pulls us apart and from our lust-laced thoughts. Both of them our finished with their treats and sitting in front of us, watching curiously. Brian looks at me, pushing his aviators farther up his nose.

"How about you finish telling me about that shower back at my place?"

Our drinks, not even touches, are left on the table as we gather up our dogs and leave the coffee shop quickly. We walk barely a block and I see Brian's big black SUV parked at a meter. His hand, now placed on my waist, pulls me a bit closer to him as we get closer to it. Once at the passenger side, Brian pulls out a ring of keys from his pocket and hits the unlock button. There's a click and a beep. Opening the back door first, he sets Pinkly down and then holds his hands out for Lysander. I hand my puppy over and he's happy to go back to his new friend. Brian then closes them in and opens my door. I smile at him, and as I go to get in the car, my hand accidentally brushes the evident bulge in his own dark-wash jeans.

Brian lets out another sound again, the same moan-purr mixture, before looking at me over the edge of his sunglasses. I put on an innocent face, batting my eyelashes. The lust has made me confident. I'm usually a babbling-mess by now. Brian leans into the car, now eye level with me because of his height.

"Just wait until I get my hands on you," he growls playfully at me before crashing his lips into mine. The taste of those sweet, plump lips was divine. I can't help the gasp that I let out, and this gives him a perfect chance to slip his tongue to push against mine. His hand grabs at my thigh again, and his other tangles in my short dark hair. Without even thinking, I spread my legs just enough to push his hand against the wet spot pooling between my thighs from the lust he's been making me feel. There's another growl, and this one makes the spot even larger.

Brian pulls away, and I whine at the loss of his touch. "Just hold on, Rue. I don't live too far away, just hold on, baby," he whispers to me, pecking my lips one last time before backing up and closing the door. I'm panting like a dog, hot from the feeling of his hands and lips. I almost can't breath my mind is so clouded. Brian climbs into the driver seat, and after pulling onto the road in the direction of his house, I grab his right hand and place it back between my legs. He looks at me, eyes still dark.

"God, Rue, you're soaked," he tells me, but I already know this. I'm the one feeling the wetness. Leaving his hand there with my right, his fingers twitching ever few seconds to tease me, I use my left hand to rub him through his jeans. The curses he lets out are music to my ears.

"And you're so hard, already, Brian. Is that my fault?"

The fire in his eyes has grown, and without warning, Brian presses two fingers against the seam of my jeans, just over my clit. My back arches off the seat as I muffle a moan by clamping my lips shut tight. I grip his thigh with my left hand and hold his right hand right where it is.

"Did you just come? Is that my fault?" he retorts, but the lust in his voice makes me stay flushed as I come down from the high I flew to just seconds ago.

"Go faster," I beg, my voice breathy and filled with want. The aviators slip farther down his nose as he looks at me.

"With pleasure," Brian says, before pressing down on the gas pedal and weaving in and out of traffic. The fifteen minute ride to his beach home turns into less than ten. I jump out, slamming the door and opening the back one for Lysander. I find the two dogs curled up together, fast asleep. If it weren't for the impatience brought on by my lust I would have dug around for my phone and taken a picture. Brian comes up behind me, his front pressed against my back. The bulge straining against his jeans rubs against my ass. I can almost feel it twitch through the fabric.

"The door is unlocked," he whispers in my ear, reaching around me to grab the dogs. "Go upstairs. Second door on the right is my room. I'll go put them in the Game Room." I nod, sucking in quick breaths of air. "Oh, and," he adds, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my neck. "You better be ready for when I get up there. I'm a very impatient man when I'm ready to fuck."

The shiver I feel, once again, causes the hair on my arms and neck to stand up. Once Brian steps back, both dogs in his hands, I'm running up the front steps and inside. Just as Brian had told me to, I take the stairs to the second floor and go to the second door on the right. As soon as I walk in, I'm blown away by the view that I get from the large tinted window on the far wall. Stepping up to it, I watch as the waves crash against the shore, looking over the multiple colorful umbrellas of sunbathers and the surfers riding the waves.

Not sure of how long I had been standing there, I'm scared from my reverence by Brian wrapping his arms around my waist. "Beautiful," he murmurs against my shoulder, pressing soft, quick kisses across my back and neck.

"Yeah, it is," I say, but get a chuckle in return.

"I was talking about you," Brian tells me, slowly spinning me in his arms. I look away from the Pacific Ocean and to Brian, his beanie and sunglasses off. All I see is the smudged kohl around his dark eyes and the small smirk that seems to be permanently plastered on his lips.

"Oh," I muttered, embarrassed that a moment like that had to happen. I look down and to the side, at the plush dark carpet, but Brian pushes my chin up with his finger. I look up and am surprised by another kiss. Almost immediately I fall in sync with him, my arms moving from my sides to wrap around his neck; his hair is smooth, and just thick enough for me to tug it. I've always been a hair puller...

Brian's hands slide down my sides and behind me to cup my ass, using it as leverage to pull my lower half against his. I gasp at the feel of his cock. It's even bigger than I remember when in the car, and I definitely just felt it twitch. With that monster, he's going to break me, for sure.

"Tell me about that shower," he says, speaking against my lips. I'm blushing, embarrassed that I do such a thing as masturbate, but if it gets a guy like Brian Fucking Haner, Jr. hot and hard, then I'm glad I do it.

"It had been a long day," I start off, slowly walking us back to the large bed I know he has. I momentarily glanced at it when I entered the room. He hums in acknowledgement, his forehead pressed to mine as he listens. I turn us, him in front of the bed and slowly sit him on the edge. Brian opens his eyes a bit, the dark brown shining in the sun coming in through the window. I smirk and take a step back. He opens both eyes now, watching me.

"I walk into my apartment, feed Lysander and then..." I trail off, reaching for the hem of my shirt. I pull it up slightly. "I've decided I'll take a shower. So, I get undressed." I pull it over my head, and Brian catches a glimpse of the deathbat tattoo on my hip and half of the letters of my Forever tattoo on my side. I slowly unbutton my ripped jeans and slither them down, off my legs. I'm standing in my black bra and purple cotton boyshorts. His eyes rake in all he has to see, but it doesn't look like enough for him.

"I go to check the water, and find it the perfect temperature. So I continue," I tell him, turning around, showing off the full picture of my Forever tattoo, inked down my right side. I unclasp my bra and slip off the cotton, tossing it into a small pile to the side. Looking over my shoulder, I see Brian watching me like a hawk. My thumbs slip into the sides of my panties, and to tease the guitarist, I slowly pull them down, taking my time to get the cotton over the curve of my ass. Once the elastic hits the back of my thighs, I bend over and pull them the rest of the way.

The sound I hear come from him makes me shiver and gush against my thighs. Kicking the last article of clothing off, I turn slowly, letting him see every curve before standing full-front again, hands resting on my hips.

"I step into the shower, moaning softly at the warm water..." I trail off, bringing my hands up to twist in my hair, making the same noise I had made just two days before. Slowly, my hands slide out of my hair and down my neck, over the mountain of my breasts, pausing a moment to tease the hardened nipples standing out proudly, before going down, down, down to my flat stomach and then the curve of my hips and thighs. During that shower, I am describing to Brian, I had shaven, and am nicely smooth down below. His brown eyes follow my hands. His own hands are gripping the denim around his knees as he tries so hard not to pin me down.

"So, I wash myself down, getting all the grime and sweat of the day off, and then, just by accident, the water hits me just right and-" My fingers come up to tweak the hard buds, making me moan slowly, softly, teasingly. Brian looks like he's about to die if he doesn't get his pants off. "And then I get all nice and wet right here." With no shame, I cup my sex, letting my index finger slip past the smooth lips to dip into the silky inner folds. Then, I pull my hand away, my index finger pointed out at Brian and give him a come-hither-finger-curl. His tongue flicks out over his lips quickly before he stands and steps forward.

Holding my finger up for him, he looks at my lustfully before taking the digit in his mouth and licking off my juices graciously. The feeling of his tongue and teeth scraping against the skin of my finger makes me close my eyes for a moment. I force them open when I find Brian on his knees, face buried against my stomach. My hands grip his shoulder, trying to keep my balance. His nose draws patterns against my navel, leaving a ticklish feeling behind before he surprised me by letting his hand slide up my leg, cupping the back of my knee and gently tickling it with his fingers. I almost fall out from the pleasure I get from such a simple act. His hand slides up farther and farther, tickling my thigh until his own hand cups me, feeling the smoothness of the skin.

My knees shake, the tingling in my belly growing quickly. "Dear lord," I moan, moving one hand from his shoulder to his smooth, thick hair. Grabbing a fist of it, I pull his head back, our eyes connecting. "Stop teasing me, Haner." He grins, flashing his canines before I let his hair go and he attaches his lips to my inner thigh, just a inch from my entrance. Suckling on the skin quick and rough, my legs begin to shake again, and the feeling of the hickey he leaves makes my blood pulse on the surface of my skin. He pulls away, suddenly, and I'm left disoriented by the arousal taking place of blood in my veins.

"Fuck," I whisper, clenching my eyes shut as I try to make sense of everything. Brian chuckles before he lifts me up, his arms wrapping around my thighs. I gasp in surprise, the feeling of his bare chest against my legs makes me shiver. So warm... Brian lays me on the bed, motioning for me to go all the way back to the pillows. I do just that, resting my back on a few, watching as he strip-teases me, slowly pulling his belt from the loops of his jeans. The bulge of his erection is straining so much that it almost hurts me. Once his belt is off, and he's gotten the button undone and zipper down, I can see the navy blue boxers he wears. Kicking off his jeans, Brian is simply left in those navy blue boxers that I so wish to see off of him.

Watching as he crawls up the bed to me, I lick my lips in anticipation. What's he gonna do next? Once at my feet, Brian grabs at my ankles and pries my legs apart. He fits in between them perfectly; hovering over me as I blush slightly, the heat and lust is starting to wear off. I'm back to regular old Rue.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, whispering so quietly I'm surprised he heard me. The lustful look turns soft, and he nods. Leaning down, the kiss is slow. It's sweet. I know this is only a one time thing, but it feels nice to finally be wanted by someone. It feels nice to actually matter for once.

"Positive," he whispers back before our lips connect again. The transition is slow. We go from kissing to him teasing my neck with bites and licks, to him feasting on my soft breasts. My fingers lace in his hair; eyes fluttering shut in the blissful pleasure I gain from this. His lips attach to one nipple, while the other is tweaked and teased by his fingers. With slow, deliberate movements, he moves away from my chest, down my stomach, and to my hips. My breath catches in anticipation.

The room is completely silent, I can't even hear our breathing. It's so silent, the sound hurts my ears. I'm waiting for Brian to do something, but the only movement he does is breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In...

And then, I feel his tongue slowly trace a pattern on my thigh. I shudder in ecstasy, trying to regain my barrings. Both hands grip the bed sheets as I wait for his tongue to just go a little to the right-

"Oh my god!" With eyes open wide, staring at the dark-wood ceiling, my back arches off the bed and my legs try to clench close at the sensation his tongue makes. Brian chuckles from between my legs before he does it again - his tongue slowly running up the slit of my entrance, just barely touching the smooth skin. There's a few groans leaving his mouth. The vibrations send shivers up my spine and the arousal causes more of my juices to gush out onto his tongue.

A shower head has nothing on Brian Haner, Jr.'s tongue.

Then, to add even more to the equation and make me pass out, Brian moves my legs just a bit farther apart, and using those calloused thumbs of his, spreads the smooth lips of my entrance apart. His warm breath blowing on me at that one spot makes me shudder endlessly, causing all logical thought to be thrown out the window. Taking one hand from the sheets, I grip his hair and pushes that magical mouth of his between my thighs. His long, thick tongue penetrates just a few inches and I'm already feeling like I'm going to come undone at any second.

With loud pants, heavy breathing, and the pre-orgasm shudders I keep getting, I try to calm myself, not wanting to strike out too early in the game. Taking deep breaths, I can feel every stroke of his tongue. They're slow, teasing, savoring whatever natural taste I have. The hand gripping his hair loosens when I feel his tongue slowly leave me. Looking down at Brian, he's grinning happily, licking his lips before going back down on me. This time, fortunately, he adds those wonderful fingers of his, slipping them inside of me, and easily finds the one spot in me that I can never quite reach myself.

Gasping at the delicious pressure he applies, my breath starts to quicken again. In a almost steady rhythm, he applies pressure and I can feel the mind-numbing orgasm starting to grow. Then, out of no where, I feel his mouth again, but this time he's attached his lips to my clit, sucking the bundle of nerves in sync with the pressure he applies. I can't figure out what to do with my hands. I almost want to pull him away to stop the wonderful torture I'm being given, but it's just too wonderful to stop. Brian brings his teeth into the equation, nibbling softly on my clit, and the pre-orgasm tingle I get makes my toes curl.

Finally, I simply stick with one hand holding the side of the bed, and the other tangled in his dark hair. At every tingle and shudder I tighten my fist and tug slightly. It makes him groan, and the vibrations make me start to tingle again. He seems to be getting anxious too, because the rhythm he had going starts to quicken, and soon, I'm a mess of goo as I orgasm.

The ball inside me releases as white dots flash in front of my eyes. I let him hear my screams of pleasure.

For a good five minutes, I simply lay there, writhing. I feel like dead weight as the orgasm continues on and on, causing me to moan softly when I feel the pressure start to give up. With as much strength as I have left, I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at Brian with a lazy, yet satisfied, grin. He grins in return before leaning forward and kissing me. Slowly, I lower my back onto the bed, bringing him down with me, our lips moving slowly. My fingers run through his hair, and I can taste myself on his tongue.

Keeping himself up with leaning on his forearm, his other hand softly strokes my side, feeling the raised skin of my tattoo. His hand goes lower, teasing my outer thigh before he grabs at the back of my knee again and pulls my leg to hook around his waist. It's then that I notice his navy blue boxers are missing. Pulling my lips from his, I glance down between our stomachs and am surprised by the beast that I find, waiting to screw me into oblivion.

"Dear lord," I mutter, not taking my eyes off the, at least, eight-inch cock that not even my dreams could imagine.

"He doesn't bite," Brian jokes, presses his lips to my jaw, my neck, and then going up to my ear. "But I do," he teases me, sinking his teeth into my earlobe. I can't help the moan.

I reach down, testing the waters as my fingers slide over his tight stomach, and I feel the muscles contract as he breathes. Then, I feel the slight trail of hair leading down to a thin, curly bush of hair that could never hide the cock I found. More scared of me running away than him running, I gingerly wrap my hand around the base and give him a long, slow stroke. As I get to the head, the smooth skin that is most sensitive to every guy, my head tightens more, and I purposefully tug on the tip, gathering what bits of pre-cum have leaked out onto my hand. Brian growls into my ear, whispering the dirty things he wants to do to me. And I'm okay with all of that...

Suddenly, Brian sits up on his knees and wraps both of my legs around his waist before pulling me against his chest and flipping us over; I'm on top. The position I fall into is just the right one. I'm sitting on his monster of a cock, and both of us moan. There's just enough pressure on my clit, and as I grind my hips, it pleasures the both of us. Sitting up, I take his hands from my hips and place them on my breasts. His rough palms rub my nipples; the stimulation makes more tingles run down between my thighs. My eyes flutter close, my lips part slightly, my mind is hazing from lust.

"Rue," I hear him call my name, and I look down at him. Brian wears the same lustful look on his face, but seems just a bit more impatient. I take a deep breath and lift up my hips, he helps me, watching me as I try to decide what to do. I've never been the one to be on top first. How am I supposed to do this without looking like an idiot?

I grasp him in my hand again, my fist stroking his cock from base to tip again. My juices that covered his cock from rubbing against him, made for a makeshift lubrication. Just as I'm about to slide down onto him, he stops me.

"Wait, Rue," he interrupts, and I look up from his hips to his face. Is the nervousness evident on my face? "You want me to use a condom?" he asks, trying to calm me down by rubbing circles on my hip bones with his thumbs. I must be tense.

"I don't have anything, and you don't have anything. I'm on the pill, so we don't have to," I mumble, feeling my muscles finally relax. He chuckles and nods, continuing to rub the circles in with his thumbs.

"Okay, sorry for interrupting," he teases to me, resting his head back into the pillows. His hair is a mess, but it adds to the dark, sexy look on his face. The kohl is still there, and smudged perfectly around his dark eyes. I give a playful glare and can't help the laugh that breathes past my lips. Finally, after he's gotten me relaxed and out of my tense-thoughts, I take a deep breath and try again.

Brian holds my hips as I slowly sink back down into my knees. his cock is barely an inch in me and I'm already a mess of moaning-slut. Pulling my hand back, I grab onto his shoulders and slowly sink farther and farther down until I get as much of him in me as my body will allow. Already I can feel an orgasm building up in my belly. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Moaning as quietly as I can, my fingers dig into his shoulders; my back is tense as I feel the tip of his cock hitting my cervix. The pressure is almost too much for me, but it feels so good. So fucking good...

"Fucking hell, Rue, move," Brian groans, his own fingers gripping my hips, trying to get me to move. From my lack of sexual activity with a man in, at least, two years, I'm obviously tight, and with his thick, long cock I'm probably cutting off the circulation of blood going to that muscle. I pull my hips up slightly, but gasp when nerves are stimulated, and I fall forward onto his chest. I can't move, the pleasure is too much. I can barely think of anything else other than the pleasure that he's giving me. "Making me do all the work," he mumbles, but still playful. Grabbing the back of my thighs, just under my ass, he lifts me up slightly, a few inches slipping out of me.

Bringing his feet up and flat on the bed, Brian uses the muscles in his legs to start thrusting into me. My mouth lets out a string of moans and whimpers and curses as I try to keep myself from falling apart. The speed of his thrusts added with the hard pounds and deep penetrations makes me silently scream every few bucks of his hips. Then, when he's deep inside me, Brian flips us again, me on my back and him hovering over me. He wraps one arm around my waist and the other keeps a firm grip on my thigh. Sitting on his knees, me in his lap with us still connected, Brian begins to thrust at this new angle and I almost can't keep holding onto him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I shout in sync with his thrusts, and orgasm hard.

My legs are tightly locked around his waist, and my hands are holding onto his back as my whole body convulses and shudders in sporadic shudders. I milk his cock easily, the tight vice of my pussy holding him down.

"Shit, Rue," he groans, trying to buck his hips, but with my tight grip and the contract of my muscles around his cock, Brian comes also. His mouth attaches to mine. We kiss heatedly, and I gladly take the onslaught of his tongue battling mine. After a few moments, I ease up on the tight grip I have, and he moves his feet out of the way to lay on his back. Taking the silence as a comfortable one, I relax against his muscular chest, my finger tracing the black outline of his own Forever tattoo on his collarbone. Brian groans softly, and I feel his cock twitch to life. Surprised, I push myself up and look at him. He has his eyes closed, but there is still a smirk on his lips.

"Ready for round two?" he asks me, using what strength he has left in his arms to lift my hips and slip out of me. His cock is hot against my thigh, and the twitch it gives every now and then makes me moan. I've never been with a guy that could recover so quickly. He's going to kill me. I swear he is. It's a great way to go, but, still...

Brian smacks my ass, bringing me from my thoughts. I gasp in surprise, also at the pleasure it gives me, before glaring at him.

"What was that for?"

"You didn't answer me, so I'm taking it as a yes," he grins, rolling us over to on my back, him hovering over me. His lips connect to mine again. I play with the little hairs on the back of his neck as we kiss. It's that afterglow moment that can't be ruined no matter what. Almost out of instinct, my nails drag down his back, scratching at the muscles that contract and expand under them. Brian, obviously enjoying the pain by the way he groans, bites at my lower lip, and doesn't let go. I do it again, almost in the same spots, and he groans again. His hips buck into mine roughly, his cock hitting my thigh.

"Poor, poor puppy," I whisper against his lips, smirking to myself. "Does Rue need to take care of your little problem?" I tease him the same as he has teased me. It gets a growl, and I'm suddenly on my stomach. I grip the sheets in surprise. Brian lifts my hips up, pushing a pillow under my thighs.

"I'll show you little," he growls into my ear from behind me, before nibbling at my neck as his cock rubs at the crease between my ass checks. I tense up, not quite ready for that side of the sex-spectrum, but I do, in fact, feel all eight inches of him.

If Matt has a horse cock, then just how big is that motherfucker?

My thoughts are cleared when Brian digs his teeth into the side of my neck, right over a pressure point. I melt into a puddle of goo.

"Motherfucker," I curse at him, getting a chuckle in return before he licks and kisses the obvious bruise that will be there for awhile.

"I've been called worse," he retorts. I go to say something back, but he ends up covering my mouth with one of his bandannas. The fabric cuts into the sides of my mouths, but the soft-bondage feel to the situation keeps my silent. "Now be a good girl and be quiet for daddy. He's going to be too busy screwing out your brains to listen to those nasty words you have to say."

Just as I'm about to retort, even though I know he won't understand the muffled syllables, Brian thrusts into me balls deep, and instantly begins to assault me. I'm not sure what is up or down at this moment. My hands grip the bed sheets like before, and he covers my hands with his. In fact, his whole body is covering me, keeping me warm from whatever draft may be in the room. His hips are like a piston, going in a rhythmic flow of thrusts and bucks. My knees shake, because it feels that fucking good.

I find my chest pushed against the bedding from my own dead weight. His lips crawl across and down my back, staying in the a spot whenever I make a sound or tighten around his cock. He doesn't let up, and I'm happily surprised by this. When he thrusts especially hard and rough, I let out a scream, but it's simply muffled by the bandanna tied around my head. My body is on fire, but it's the good kind of fire. The kind I never want to stop. If I could, I would play this one moment over and over again on a loop for eternity because I've never been more happy in my life.

This is a fantasy come true. Something that only happens in the storybooks. I'm with the perfect guy in the most perfect way. I couldn't ask for more.

"Damn, Rue, you're still so fucking tight," he tells me, groaning as I clench around his cock voluntarily. The slap of our skin is one of the only sounds in the room, other than his curses and my muffled screams. Suddenly, Brian's thrusts let up slightly and his lips fall beside my ear.

"You know I make you wanna scream," he sings to me in a rugged voice. My eyes roll back into my head. Just the sound of his voice makes me want to let go again. But I've got to hold up. I can't give in too soon again, then I'm useless for the rest of the day. "Scream the way you would if I ravaged your body," he continues, his thrusts beginning to pick up. One of his hands releases mine, and slides down my side and to my front, to rest between my lips. His calloused fingers find the engorged little nub just in front of where he's thrusting his cock. "Scream the way you would if I ravaged your mind." My head almost goes completely blank-white.

The pre-orgasm tingles are back. My toes curl and my fingers dig deeper into the bedding.

"Scream, Rue, scream," he tells me, the huskiness of his voice the variable that sends me over the edge once again.

My head drops down into the pillow, and even though both the down-feathers and bandanna are muffling me, my scream is still very loud. I shudder and convulse, my back arching and going tense. He's still thrusting even though I've orgasmed, still am orgasming, and the sensation of him, thick and hard and hot, thrusting into my already sensitive pussy makes me continuously orgasm. I can't see straight. My mouth has gone dry and I'm panting for breathable air.

Brian takes a grip of my short black hair and pulls at it. My head goes back because I can't stop it. His thrusts are falling out of the rhythm he built and he doesn't penetrate me as deep as he had been. "Fucking hell!" I hear him groan before his body goes rigid and I feel him release.

My body is so hot, I could have created my own sauna.

After I'm finished off with my last orgasm, and I'm pretty sure Brian is already going soft, we part and he falls down beside me. Too tired to even open my eyes, I simply smile. I can hear him chuckle softly, before he pushes the pillow out from under my thighs and pulls me to his chest. Using his bicep as a headrest, I simply lay there, our legs tangled and an arm wrapped around each other's waist. His fingers twirl on the skin of the small of my back, and my free hand traces the For of his tattoo over and over again.

"Rue," Brian says, and I look up at him. My eyes are still glazed over and dilated from the sex, but so are his. He says nothing, but simply smiles. We kiss one last time before I doze off, head against his chest. His arm tightens around my waist, as if he won't ever let go.

But he will. They always do.