“So what’s on your mind for our fun tonight, honey? I missed you so much. I was sore for one week after what we did last time.” Aymee pushed her waist on mine and made me fall in the bed hastily, spreading a few kisses and bites in my neck cause I never allowed her to kiss my lips in the first place, as much as she tried. That was just too intimate.

“Yeah, I… have a few recollections of it.” she sat on my lap, her hands grabbed mine and made them travel her thighs under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
That was supposed to turn me on, right? Why wasn’t it working?

“Fucking speedballs, we almost killed each other.” She laughed in my ear and I shivered, but swallowed dryly. I wasn’t okay with that, I didn’t know why I still had Brian and Emily together in my mind. I felt like I should just go after them and crush their heads into the ground like they are doing to my heart. But there was still that annoying uncertainty.

“Hey, what’s up with you, hun, you’re stiff like a stone. Just relax. You know me forever, right?” she messed with my hair and tried to hold my head to look me in the eye. That woman could definitely read me when gazing at me like that. “I know what you need, what we both need to spice it up. A real good kick.”

Her nose was rubbing on mine while I searched the lust and burning desire I once had looking inside those darkling blue eyes. On the other hand, she was searching for something else in my pocket, cause she knew I always had something interesting for her in there.

She grabbed the tiny plastic envelope with cocaine and showed to my sight in a seductive way, like finding her gold. Yeah, maybe that would help with my lack of response.

I watched Aymee as she stood up and spread two lines of powder on top of the little nightstand close to the bed. She knew well how I loved to watch her body reactions while getting high. But not this time. My mind was covered in unbreakable ice, as it seemed.

“C’mon, it’s your turn.” she kept her eyes closed, enjoying the rush and just took her shirt off while pacing around the room impatiently.

I sat closer to the nightstand and snorted the white row as fast as I could. When I got used to the overwhelming euphoria, I glanced at Aymee and she was slowly unhooking her red bra, eyes still closed and biting her lower lip. She was sexy as hell and I couldn't feel a thing.

And the nothingness I was feeling was quickly replaced by anxiety and profound anger inside my veins, intensifying all the hatred I already had. Not a single good feeling towards that shirtless beautiful woman trying to unzip my pants now was unleashed.

“I’m burning, Jimmy. I need you.” as unwilling as I was to touch her skin, she grabbed my hands again and squeezed them against her round and bulky breasts. She moaned when I moved and pressed my fingers but it didn’t change anything for me.

Turns out she wasn’t her, she didn’t smell like her, she didn’t feel like her, she didn’t sound like her. She’s not the girl I love anymore.

Who am I kidding, she’s not Emily.

“Aymee, just… stop it.” I tried to push her hands away from my boxers but she was reluctant. She was drowning inside her own world. “STOP IT!” I had to raise my tone.

“No! I missed you, Jim. My life is so boring without you. Don’t you miss me?” she reached for my lips and tried to open them with her tongue. I tried harder than ever to allow her but I had to avert my head to the side.

“Why? Why you don’t want me anymore? Why are you doing this? Just give me a chance to make you happy again. We’re so good together. I can make you forget the bitch that hurt you in a second.” she fell on her knees in front of me and looked up at me. Those words drove me to the edge.

“I just can’t. I want you to go. NOW!” I couldn’t stop my harshness. I just needed to get rid of her to breathe again. The excessive adrenaline rush I was experiencing made it all worse.

Aymee didn’t move, she hugged my legs tighter and had a watery look.

I just closed my eyes, sighed heavily and screamed. “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

“Jimmy, I…”

“NOW!” she was kneeled on the ground and her body jumped with my shout. That’s when she started to search for her blouse in the ground quickly and didn’t say a word back. She dressed it back and glanced at me once more before storming out.

“You’re gonna pay for this. I hope you rot in hell!!”

---

“WOW, babe!! I can’t believe! This is... beautiful! You made for me?” I observed every single nuance of his drawing and fell in love with it instantly. I’d just change the rose color into red.

“Yeah, do you really think I’d let you choose some random draw to ink on your perfect body? Hell no! This is Z. V. customized just for you.” he was sounding all proud of himself.

“Ah Z, you have no idea how much I loved this! It’s perfect, exactly what I was looking for. You know me so well…” I kissed him passionately almost ruining the drawn paper in my hand.

“Yeah, I do. So where are you thinking about placing it?” he travelled his eyes all over me with a naughty smile printed on his lips.

“Hm, well, it would fit perfectly on my ribs, here.” I pointed to the right side of my torso, pointing at my curves with my fingers just to see his reaction.

“Wow… nice choice but… I’m telling you, as experienced as I am with tattoos, I’m pretty sure it’s the place that hurts the most. You remember the last time? You screamed like giving birth to make a simple skull on your arm.”

“Oh c’mon, Zacky!” I had to slap his arm, but I knew he was telling the truth. I was terrified of pain and too sensitive. Maybe this is not such a good idea. “You’re right. So let’s get out of here, I can’t do this…”

I was in the verge of stepping out of the ink studio when he pulled me back.

“No, no, no! Just choose somewhere else! I made this for you, you can’t waste it.” he pouted those delicious plump lips and I couldn’t say no.

“No, I won’t, I want it to be on my ribs, babe!” I felt like I was acting like a spoiled child.

“But you’ll scare all the studio clients away with your screams!” he chuckled and pulled my hips against him. I disentangled from him in a second. Not that easy, dude!

I looked at the ground in defeat. How much I hated being a wuss. We were in silence for a few seconds as he glanced intensely at me, probably thinking about a way he could abandon me here while I yell in pain.

“I guess I have an idea, babe, but you might not like it.” I waited for him to breathe before continuing. “When I made this one here…” he pointed to his chest. “…well, it’s a place that hurts like hell either, probably the same pain you’re about to experience. So the guys had a brilliant idea to buy me a bottle of Jack to handle the pain. I was so wasted I didn’t even remember how I paid for it, if I paid.” he smiled and I cocked my eyebrows.

“You know I can’t really… drink, right?” my face grew darker instantly. “Isn’t there some other way?”

“I know you don’t drink so… Well, here it goes. I have something here that can work very well to make you comfortable and I promise you it’s not addictive.” he started mumbling and reached on his pocket for a plastic little envelope.

“What is it?”

“It’s just something I really enjoy when I’m looking for some great sensations. I never tried this while being tattooed but… I’m pretty sure it works.”

I saw the colorful pills on his hands and thought about it a thousand times. He was hesitating to tell me what it was cause he knew that I wouldn’t feel comfortable with it. I didn’t even know he was into that kind of stuff. But to get high is apparently a general rule if you’re on a band. That’s why I never joined one in the first place.

“What is it, Zack?” I insisted.

“Ecstasy.”

Silence remained a few seconds. I was so tempted to accept it cause I had a motive for that anyway, so… what’s the harm in it? But then all the images I had from people I love succumbing into things like that hit me like a stone.

“I… really don’t think that’s a good idea.” I brush my hair back, trying to forget the empty look I saw on my dad’s, my mom’s and Emily’s faces when they were so wasted they couldn’t remember their own names.

“Okay. So let’s go eat something and forget about it. I don’t wanna force you into anything, babe.” Zack was the one leaving now. But I held his arm, remembering why I was there on that tour with them. To be free from my own repressions, to get rid of my insecurities, to finally be myself without getting a judgment from my own superego or from the others around me.

“No, wait… I need to do this. I trust you. Are you sure it’s… not addictive and it’s helping with the pain?”

“Yes, in just a few hours the effects are gone. It’s harmless.”

Just go ahead, Jessica. Nothing can stop you, it’s just one time anyway.

“Promise me you won’t let me do anything stupid.”

“I’ll never let you do anything stupid beside me.” he smirked and kissed my cheek. Was I really going against everything I fought for all my life?

“Okay, I’m in.”

Yes, I was. I was finally breaking my own restrict rules. And I couldn’t feel more powerful and excited about it.

---

“Hey, hey heey, babe, calm down. Aren’t you feeling sore or something? Take it easy!” Jess had all her hands all over Zack’s skin since they walked out of the tattoo studio.

It’s not like he didn’t enjoy all that desperation for him even before they got into their hotel room, but she was like that even back there, when she asked him to help her held her shirt. She kept squeezing his hand against her breasts and moaning quietly while the tattooer was trying to do her work. Jess would never do that if she was sane. Zack thought it was hilarious.

Just one pill. It was all that took to turn a girl that just loves sex into a horny beast.

“No, I never felt better in my life. Oh my god, the feeling is amazing! Your skin, it’s so soft, so warm, just like a mixture of velvet with silk. Oh, Zacky, you’re so so hot, you have no idea how much you turn me on.” her lips were talking unstoppably glued to his.

“Wow, that thing really worked for you huh?”

Zacky held her waist as she kept fumbling with his shirt when he noticed he didn’t remember the last time he looked inside her eyes. An eternity passed since the last time she had opened them. She was profoundly high.

As soon as he got the chance to open the door to their room, she slammed his back against it and grabbed the hem of his shirt to make it fly throughout the bedroom. Jess let her face slide on his chest as her heightened sense of smell took every bit of his body scent through her nostrils and produced a different marvelous sensation at each part of him she’d breathe in.

When she was almost kneeled in the ground, she went back up with her tongue trailing his chest until she reached his mouth again, entwining her tongue in his in a frenetic dance. As Zack couldn’t breathe properly anymore, he had to push her away gently.

“J, baby, give me a sec, okay? I’ll be right back.” he walked to the bathroom, checked if he had enough cologne on his body and took a pill. He knew this wouldn’t be as much fun for him if he wasn’t high like her. And he didn’t fuck loaded in ecstasy for so long that he felt like it was a perfect time to remember the feeling.

He waited a few minutes and as soon as he started to feel really heated, he unzipped his pants and left the bathroom only in his boxers to find an already naked Jess starting the action before him.

He didn’t move from the bathroom door as he observed her hiding all her body under the sheets but pressing it against herself as if it was a person. As if it was him.

He saw one of her hands wander down her folds and the other playing and squeezing her breasts, everything above the sheets. Zack had never seen her masturbating in front of him before and he felt sad for wasting all that time without that beautiful sight. He sure had a fever now.

“Zaaack, oh baby, please…” she mumbled as her mouth grew wide open and her waist arched against her own hand. Exactly as she hit her climax, Zack noticed his boxers fully tented and heated with desire for her.

“Hey, you missed me?” he played with his lip ring and she looked at him, getting back from the orgasmic universe she had been. Just as she glanced down at his waist, she grinned broadly.

“I can’t handle any more seconds without you.” he smiled arrogantly as Jess made the sheets covering her disappear from their sights and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Zacky to move towards her.

He pulled off his boxers and approached her. She went directly for his hard-on, massaging him at first to feel the special texture his foreskin had. Then she held it against her face, rubbing on her cheeks to feel that softness more close as he caressed her hair.

“I wanna have a taste of my lollipop again. Just to see if the flavor changed.” Her tongue started licking it and then sucking it deeply as he enjoyed with eyes closed. “Hmm, nope. Still blueberry. Don’t ever change it. I love it.”

Zack showed the sexiest smile ever, as she thought, and when he was ready to feel her delicious mouth wrap around him again, she looked up again.

“D’you have that cd with your instrumentals with you? I’m having a crazy urge to listen to The Fight. Please?” he frowned, pursed his lips but nodded, walking straight to one of his bags, picking up the cd and placing it on the stereo.

He didn’t think that request was a good idea cause he always find really weird to listen to his own band playing while doing it. But he could try for her.

When the song burst out loud on the speakers, Zack was surprised by a pair of hands travelling all over his body and her breasts dancing on the song rhythm on his back. He quickly brought her to his front and pushed her back against one of the speakers to make her face outline an amused grin. He didn’t understand why.

“The… sound waves hitting my back… god, Z, we’re gonna fuck right here and right now!” she sat on the table where the subwoofer was and spread her legs, feeling every note of their violent sound penetrating and raping her before anything else. The music was alive inside her, she never thought it could really feel that incredible and vivid.

Zack quickly positioned himself as she begged and went inside her easily, feeling her adjust and start moving her legs. He tried to ignore the fact that she was almost headbanging and breathing faster when the song got to Brian’s solo and started thrusting at the same song speed while she screamed loud at every push.

“Oh fuuck, babe, follow the bass drum on this one, please.” Dancing Dead started right after and she held his back closer, scratching her nails as he followed her rules.

What the fuck, is it me or Jimmy banging her anyway? I guess my entire band is fucking my girl right now and there’s nothing I can do about it but enjoy it myself.

The breakdown started and they were both sweating, and kissing and touching as crazy. Zack felt the need to point something out as he was almost reaching his peak.

“I just wanna let you know that I invented and recorded this solo… not Gates.” he said it in her ear and Jess had to laugh and pull him tighter on her arms, feeling so proud of her boyfriend skills both in sex and song writing.

After he said that, the absurdly fast notes played only with a simple and sexy drum beat in the background hit her insides hard.

“Harder, babe, harder.”

She let her head fall back, his hands kneading her breasts hard and the song went back to the chorus to end the fleeting and most rapturous moment of their love making.

Jess would clap her hands to him but she was too occupied with reaching her own apex and as soon as the song ended, she let it go. But she still had another request for him.

“Zack, please, unload all over my skin, babe. I need to feel it.” he groaned loud and had to hold back his orgasm to pull his dick out of her entrance. She pumped it a few times along with his hands, as fast as she could, until he spouted all around her belly and legs skin several times for her bliss.

“Ahhh, it’s so hot…” she smiled and he enjoyed the sight. "I never had such synaesthetic sex in my whole life, Z."

“Ohhh shit. That was… amazingly weird but fun.” she kept wiggling against him, feeling his wood softening slowly as they hugged and kissed sweetly.

“One more round in the shower now?” she smirked.

Oh my god, she’s killing me tonight…

---

Jimmy lost count of how many minutes he stood there, his body spread on the bed, eyes stuck on the bus ceiling. He could hear the guys having their fun outside but it didn’t affect his mood. He was angry and regretting the past hours terribly at the same time. He felt like he shouldn’t have treated Aymee like that, she was his muse for so many years and when the loneliness hit him hard, she was always there to keep his flaming soul alive. She didn’t deserve that treatment from him. She was just trying to help.

All because of them.

His fists clenched just by thinking of how he wanted to find those two and scream at their faces he was done being stupid. So he just used all his strength to stand back up, heart beating furiously on his throat, as he walked towards the door. Before he could open it, a girl scream echoed distant. The bus fell in silence and then a few desperate voices started to chat again. Jimmy couldn’t hear it so when he finally stepped out, Matt was standing in his way.

“What’s happening here?”

“I don’t know, I think someone found a dead girl in the parking lot a few meters away from here. If this is true, we are completely screwed, man.” Matt said and turned his back quickly as everyone had already gotten out of the bus.

Jimmy’s heart froze just as his breathing. He could only think about one girl.

EMILY?

Notes

9/6. International Sex Day. A smut to celebrate it :3 :3

oh and by the way... someone died... hahaha =p
any thoughts????

*evil glare*