Woodbridge Neighborhood Bar and Grill, Somerville, TN – 2013

This was a dusty looking bar, most furniture were made straight out of oakwood or metal. A group of rough looking bikers were hanging by the bar counter, clinking their beer glasses together and speaking in sailor mode. Bunch of curses escaped from their mouths as I went past them to find a booth for my own.

Luckily nobody recognized me here. They listened to country music and some classic rock. There was a pool table in the middle of the room, consisted of a few girls in really short Daisy Duke’s bending over the table and wiggling their asses.

I scanned around, looking for Matt but he was nowhere to be seen. I came here by cab, leaving a note for my band mates that I’ll be out getting some fresh air.

“What would you like to drink, beautiful?”

I turned around and realized that one of the biker slurred his way towards me. He reeked strong with tequila and I backed off, shaking my head as a no.

“Come on, don’t be shy. Come and have a drink with me.”

“No thank you. I’d rather drink alone, thank you.”

“Wow. Are you saying that I’m disgusting?”

“If you insist.”

“Love, you don’t get to call people that and expect me not to do something about it.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I struggled. I squirmed my way out of his hands but he gripped me even tighter, laughing devilishly as he buried his disgusting face in my hair.

“Get the fuck off me!!” I screamed and he was even more turned on by it. Shit, Matt where are you!? I saw that the bikers were only watching and some even laughed at us. Is raping some sort of entertainment for you guys?! This is sick and repulsive!

“SON OF A BITCH!”

Suddenly a voice echoed through the room and the next thing I knew that biker who held me was being shoved on the floor and Matt was on top of him, punching his face repeatedly.

“Matt! Matt! Enough! It’s enough!”

Those bikers got up from their seats, and made their way towards us, cracking their knuckles and necks. I pulled Matt away from his victim and he quickly realized that we were outnumbered.

“You think you’re tough enough huh, kid?!” one of the bikers roared as Matt was protectively held open his arms in front of me.

“Lzzy, listen for my cue okay?” Matt whispered to me.

I frowned at him. Cue? What cue?

“Tattoos on your arm, shades on your fucking face, you think you’re tough-”

“LZZY, RUN!” he sprinted ahead and dragging my hand along with him as we ran out from the bar and into the streets. We looked back; the gang was chasing our asses so we had to run faster.

His hand clasped tight in mine, his head kept turning back, making sure that we’re far enough. Sometimes he would bring me to the front, so that he could protect me from the back and I can’t help this butterfly feeling. My heart pumped fast and hard for him and as we arrived at the alley behind a shabby looking shop, we hid behind a big dumpster.

Our breathing gone heavy as we panted and waited for the guys to run past us. Seconds later I realized that I was buried in his huge arms and my face was slammed against his broad chest, inhaling his sweet cologne smell. His long silky hair was a little damp from the sweat of running and I can’t help but raked my fingers through them.

He alerted and looked down to my eyes. His smile appeared, so did his adorable dimples.

“I miss you.” he began.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“But they’re still chasing us-”



I caught his plump lips with my own, opening at the entrance and he gladly accepted it. Our tongues collided as I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned in his mouth.

“Fuck Lzzy, I can’t hold that much longer if you moan like that.”

“Good, you said we have to be quick.”

“Yes, but…here?”

“I don’t care where.”

“It’s not…sanitary.”

I laughed so hard, watching his face scrunched up in disgust and I got up but he pulled me back down.

“Lzzy they might see you!”

“Relax. I think they’re gone. Come on, little clean freak princess.”

I pulled his hand and forced him to get up. I peeked my head around first to make sure that the coast is clear and went into the shabby looking shop just beside the alley. The shop was empty, but unlocked. It has a variety of antiques that are older than my great grandfather and no shopkeeper was there to be found.

I glared at Matt seductively and walked backwards as he locked the door behind him, smirking on his way.

“I feel like we’re teenagers again.” He paced forward, taking his cap and aviator off.

“Yeah, horny teenagers.” I took my jacket off, still walking backwards. He chuckled and reached out to my waist, pulling closer. I giggled and crashed my lips on his. The heels of my pumps clanked against the wooden floorboard as I was pushed by his body and drew me back on to a wooden couch. Must be antique, by looking at the wooden carves on its handle and the small pillows that accompanied it.

I moaned in his mouth again and he grunted, taking his shirt off over his head. I parted from the kiss to drink in his beautiful figure. God, I dreamt to touch his body so much in the past. I ran my fingers on his biceps, appreciating every ounce of sweat he spent on work outs, slowly tracing the lines of his tattoos until I arrived at my favorite; THICKER THAN WATER. I leaned forward, licked the tattoo and he chuckled.

“What?” I glanced up at him.

“What is with you and that ink? You’ve taken a liking to it, I see.”

“How so?”

“When we slept together the first time, you licked it too.”

“I did? Oh my, I don’t remember.” I lied. Actually I remembered it vividly. So I licked it again and again, my hips bucking underneath him, aching for his member to enter me.

“Sucks that you don’t remember. I might have to remind you again.” He said, standing straight back and unbuckled his belt. I bit my lip and yanked my tshirt off of my head and slid down my jeans to my feet, leaving me in just my underwear and heels.

He stared at my half naked body, ready to be his and he groaned before he unzipped his jeans. I watched him undressed before me with my heart banging hard on my chest. He raised a finger and twirled it around, asking me to bend over. I turned and rested my hands on the couch’s wide headboard and raising my ass up to meet him.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you.” he murmured in my ears and I giggled because it tickled.

He hooked a finger on each of my sides and pulled down the waistband of my lacy panties until it reached to my ankle, which was still covered by my heels.

“Damn, you’re so hot. Especially in those killing shoes.”

I smiled and looked around to him, I saw his jeans were already off and he was in his boxers. I stared down to his crotch. It was bulging like hell as he traveled his eyes all over my backside.

“So, what are you waiting for?”

“Oh, right. Condom.”

He went back to his jeans on the floor and took something out from the pocket. He ripped open the foil packet and I reached for his boxers. As soon as I pulled them down, his huge member sprang straight at me. Wow, I remember seeing his passive erection being huge but this is…something else.

“Lzzy, meet Horsey.”

I chuckled. “His name is Horsey?”

“Yeah,”

“Because..?”

He looked up to the ceiling and frowned. “Jeez, I’ve never thought about that. Fans said that I have a horse dick but I’ve never actually seen a dick of a horse.”

This time I laughed hard and began taking Horsey into my palm. “You’ve shown your fans pictures of your dick?”

“Hell no! Only few lucky people would get to meet and greet with Horsey. But I guess I’m having boner a lot on stage that it showed on pictures. Damn, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

I began pumping his Horsey and kissed the tip of it. “It’s okay. If I was a guy, I would have a stage boner too. The adrenaline is just bursting through you like hell.”

“Exactly! Baby, you understand me.”

He picked me up from facing his dick to his lips. My hand still pumping him hard and he grunted in my mouth. Damn, that was hot.

“Mhhm, Lzzy…fuck..” he parted from the kiss and looked down. We both did. I stroked faster, feeling him so hard in the grip of my hand as he started to pull bra down, revealing my breasts to his face. Our breathing gone heavy as I was fondling with his Horsey and he was sucking my nipples.

“Ahh, that’s it baby. Now sit down and get yourself comfortable.”

I placed the small pillow on the hard couch and sat on it, spreading my legs like a whore. Matt slid down the condom onto his shaft and leaned forward, meeting my lips. One of his arms spread wide to rest on the headboard behind me and the other guided his dick at my entrance.

“You’re ready, baby?”

“Fuck me hard, Matt.”

He smirked and Horsey went inside me like heated stick. We both grunted at the tightness of his size and after a few moments I adjusted very well to him, he began thrusting in and out of me.

“Matt,” I panted, watching him rolled his eyes back.

“Yeah..?”

“Sing Shepherd of Fire for me.” I said quickly, trying to catch my breath as my arms wrapped around his broad back.

“Wh..wha..what?” he slurred, still pounding hard into me.

“That’s my new sex song.”

He looked down to me, we’re both moving upwards and downwards, synching with our bucking rhythm.

“You..serious..now?”

“Yeahh..”

He picked me up so that I wrapped my legs around him and he drove me up to the wall, with his mouth singing my favorite song. But in heavy breathing.

“Let’s take a moment and break the ice..oh fuck..”

I giggled and wrapped him even tighter as he slammed into me against the wall.

“So my intentions are known..” he pounded a little slower at this time. I moved my own body up and down, our flesh squeaked and making noises as we mounted on each other. He continued to sing, and meeting my thrust until at the chorus he moved back to the couch, settling me down but still fucking me hard.

“Don’t you see I am your pride, agent of wealth, bearer of….needs..”

Oh shit, he thrust harder and faster that I can’t help but biting his toned shoulders.

“Oh Matt, Matt, Matt…”

“I am your war, arming the strong….aiding the weak..oh baby. I’m close..so fucking close..”

“Scream for me Matt...oh fuck..I’m close too.”

His thrust gone rapid as he went into the closure of the chorus.

“Know me by name..oh shitt…shepherd of firee!!!” he screamed and I came, he jerked off his hips a few more times as he spurted into the rubber.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” He claimed and I smiled seductively at him.

“Me too, Matty.” I reached for his lips and kissed him passionately. He parted suddenly after our tongue battled for conquer in his mouth.

“So, Shepherd of Fire, huh?”

I blushed as he pulled out of me and took off the condom. “Yeah.”

“What happened to Whiskey in The Jar?”

“Gotta update.”

He laughed and we put on our clothes back, glancing at our own watches.

“I have one hour until soundcheck. I gotta leave now.”

“Yeah, I have a band meeting too.”

We stared at each other, smiling in bliss. Then we crashed into each other’s bodies and lips. He held me tight in his strong arms, like I was the most precious thing he ever touched. His calloused fingers running through my hair as his lips trailed kissed on my face.

“Damn it Lzzy. I can’t go a day without you. I miss you like fucking crazy. When will we meet again?”

“We’re heading to Alabama next. You?”

“Damn, we’re off to North Carolina.”

I sighed heavily. I can’t go a day without him too. And I really wanted him to meet the rest of my band mates properly – it was like introducing him to my family. Maybe he can even bond with Joe…who knows?

“Um, nevermind. We’ll find a way. Keep in touch okay, babe?”

He kissed me one last time before we headed to the door hand in hand, but then suddenly I heard a shuffled noise from inside the shop. We both alerted.

“Did you hear that?”

I nodded. Was somebody in here the whole time?

Notes

A/N: finee. laugh all you want. i laughed too..hahaha XD