Ghouls

That night had been pretty wild; for the first time in a long while everyone hung out together. Ever since mine and Brian’s argument, the group had divided between people that felt bad for him and people that felt bad for me. Now we’d, quite literally, kissed and made up, everyone was able to drink and laugh together. I’d been able to spend some nice time with Lacey, Georgie and Caitlyn, which was always lovely. I’d even had the chance to meet Zacky’s new love interest, Alice. She was one of Lacey’s friends and was genuinely really sweet. I was happy for him; she was a nice girl.

Throughout the night I had re-kindled those relationships I had with all of the guys; the ones that had slowly dimmed as the weeks went by. I’d managed to get in a nice, funny conversation with the Matt’s as well as Zacky and a quick talk with Jimmy about how happy he was that me and Brian had sorted things out. It reminded me a little bit of everything he said that night out on the cliffs. It had been so long it had completely cleared my mind and I suddenly got really worried about him as he looked at me with full, blue eyes, brimming with care. I didn’t want him to know that though, so I simply brushed it off and went to get another beer, desperately needing the space.

It was then my mind was completely calmed as the familiar embrace of Brian engulfed me. He wrapped his strong, colourful arms around my waist, taking the bottle and the opener from my hands as he kissed my neck and turned me around, pressing me against his beautiful, bare chest. I grinned like an idiot as he sloppily kissed my chest, neck and jaw.

“What are you after, Gates?” I groaned as his hands massaged my thighs, running up to my ass and gripping tightly.

“Nothing,” he smirked against my skin, nipping lightly.

“You sure?” I whispered, my voice breaking as his hands rested beneath my ass and lifted me up, allowing my legs to wrap around his hips, placing me on the table behind us.

“Mmhm,” he hummed, his hands still massaging my thighs, relaxing the muscles, venturing under the material of my shorts and teasing.

I gulped. “I don’t quite believe you,” I whispered, nowhere near brave enough to try and talk properly.

He simply grinned menacingly.

His lips continued to venture over my chest, up my neck, until he finally found my mouth, instantly falling in sync. The electricity that surged through me every time he touched me burnt bright, stimulating every cell, the heat accumulating right between my thighs. The longer we were there, the harder it was to breathe; the feel of his tight grip on my hips, his growing bulge grinding into me, his tongue battling my own.

From my bliss, I thought I heard wolf whistles from behind him, making him groan angrily against my lips, picking me up by my thighs and carrying me to the bus, throwing me onto the couch.

“You lied to me,” I grinned, licking my lips as he slowly... painfully started with his belt.

“Huh?” he asked, slightly out of breath and slightly confused, pulling the leather from his jeans, stumbling on top of me due to the serious alcohol intake.

I giggled, whispering “you’re after my pussy,” against his lips as he leant back into me.

He huffed, smiling that oh-so-beautiful smile that made me feel so at ease against my cheek. “Yeah, I suppose I did,” he growled, nipping at my neck, making me groan.

It was then his rough fingertips grazed the skin of my hipbones, slowly pushing up the tshirt I wore. I knew what he was getting at so I lifted my arms above my head, making him grin as he gripped the fabric and tore it over my head. His own arms dropped as his hands found my breasts, groping them. I smiled as he continued to kiss me, my fingers venturing through his thick, short, smooth hair, settling at the base of his skull and pulling him in closer. He knelt on the couch, picking me up and sitting me on his lap. While his hands lingered there, I helped him out; taking hold of my own shorts and underwear, pulling them down my long legs, lifting them in the air to get them off.

“Jesus, Lau..” he sighed as he gripped my hips and ground into me, making me even wetter than before, if possible.

I simply chuckled and licked my lips as my hands slid around his neck, tickling their way down his bare chest until I found the hem of his black boxers, bulging towards me, making me smirk.

His breathing got heavy and irregular as I picked at the band, pulling them away from his hot skin. I hummed as I peeked inside, getting a glimpse of the seriously well built member that I knew he had as it erupted out of the gap. I looked up at him pleadingly as he watched me, gulping. My fingers kept the fabric taught, sliding from the front of his crotch to his hips, dragging the shorts down his thighs. His eyes fluttered closed, leaning in and taking hold of the back cushion of the sofa for support.

I then wrapped my legs back around his waist, my feet hooking just above his ass. Our lips found each other again as he gently pushed forward, my body going rigid in anticipation.

“You okay?” he whispered, pulling me out of the trance I’d found myself in. I looked up to his big, brown eyes full of care, his hand landing on my cheek, his thumb stroking the skin.

“Yeah, I’m fine.. why?” I asked, out of breath.

“I don’t know.. you just seem a little worried,” he half smiled.

“Well, it’s been a while,” I shifted, trying to get a little more comfortable.

“Okay.. you got any protection on you?” he asked seriously.

“Not on me, no..”

“Alright, hang on,” he huffed as he leant down, rummaging through the strewn clothes on the floor of the bus, quickly finding his wallet, opening it up to remove the little, silver packet. He tore it open, pushing the rubber over himself before discarding the foil, smiling and leaning back into me. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me in a secure embrace as he slowly pushed himself into my heat, groaning. I hissed lightly as he got his length in, waiting for me to adjust.

“You ready?” he swallowed, kissing just behind my ear and grinning. I nodded, biting my lip as he adjusted his position, pulling out slightly. His hands found my hips as his thumbs began to massage the skin, relaxing me so he could begin his thrusts. The initial pain soon subsided, giving way to the intense, burning pleasure that coursed through my veins; from the top of my head to the tip of my toes – every cell felt alive. The longer we were there, the more pleasure I felt. The more pleasure I felt, the louder I would moan. The loader I would moan, the stronger he became, restarting the vicious cycle.

Soon enough, that hot, white ball began to form in the very pit of my stomach, causing my back to arch and to moan Brian’s name, screaming, almost. His strong, regular thrusts started getting more sporadic, out of rhythm. My toes began to curl and my breathing became uneasy. Brian sensed my impending orgasm, as I was sure his was not far away, shifting his hand away from my hip to circle my clit, sending me over the edge. My body shook violently and my pussy clenched as the intense pleasure surged through me mercilessly, causing Brian to flex, soon going rigid before releasing within me; his warm liquid seeping from me.

“Holy fuck, Lau,” he breathed, barely able to speak.

I simply smiled at him, pulling him by the neck and kissing him. It was sweet and passionate, filled with love.

“You’re amazing,” he grinned between kisses, his arms wrapping around me once again, picking me up from the sweat soaked sofa to throw me into his crisp, cool bunk. As he squeezed in next to me, I pulled the covers up and got myself comfortable, watching him as he did the same. We led there staring into each other’s eyes; I got completely lost in those beautiful brown eyes of his, gazing back at me as we stroked each other’s faces, smiling and pecking each other’s lips.

“I seriously love you,” he spoke softly, wiping away the few lose strands of hair that lay on my hot, blushed face.

“I love you too,” I giggled, admiring his perfect smile, “but I am exhausted...”

“Stamina, stamina, stamina,” he grinned, turning onto his back.

“Fuck off, Haner,” I smirked, making him chuckle, before rolling over to lay my head on his toned chest.

“G’night, babe,” he whispered, stroking my hair lightly making me relax into him; my eyes becoming unbearably heavy as sleep began to take over.

I sighed, “g’night, Bri,” before drifting into a long, peaceful sleep.

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