It's loud, and chaotic, and I'm right at home between the body of my best friend and some guy grinding into my ass as we push for the front of the line. I've completely lost count of how many times I've done this in the past five years. But in the end, when I'm at the gate of the pit and screaming along with the lyrics of the songs, it's all good.

"I'm so fucking excited!" Nicki screams over the talking of the line, and I nod my head, wanting to save my voice for the concert. She turns her head, bright pink hair tickling my face, grinning like an idiot when we finally get a few steps closer. We've waited for this show for months, finally able to get off of college work and spend a night doing what we do best -

Going to Avenged Sevenfold concerts.

This is what we've been doing for five years, now, ever since we caught a few songs of them at Warp Tour. Their music was kickass, and the lyrics were easy to relate to, and their voices - fuck, their voices.

"This is the best pre-graduation gift we could give ourselves!" she yells again, and I laugh in her ear at her words, yet it's true. Nicki will be graduating as a fashion designer and move to New York to get herself known. I'll be graduating as a double major film and animation student. More than likely, I would move to Hollywood to kick off my career.

Nicki turns around again, this time keeping her hair from hitting my face. She looks at me, ruffling my aqua blue and purple curls. The guy behind me purposefully grinds into me again, his hands holding my hips. I roll my eyes and bring up my elbow before digging into back into his ribs. He hisses and pulls away from me.

I smirking, and Nicki gives me a look.

"Some ass won't stop dry humping me."

She laughs her annoying little laugh that I love oh-so much and turns back around, stepping forward a few more inches. The guy doesn't touch me again.

We're ten feet from the gate, and the ticket takers are slow at checking IDs and giving wrist bands. I'm sure the gate at the pit is filled now. Prefect.

When Nicki moves up again, there's a break in the crowd and Matt Berry - or who I think is Matt Berry from all the pictures and videos I've seen - comes walking out from the concert area followed by three girls dressed in only black silk robes with the deathbat on the back in white.

They're talking loudly, trying to hear each other over the loud chatter of the fans.

"...she's sick!" one says - a brunette. Matt lets out a groan and runs his hand over his face, repositioning his hat on his head.

"Where... to get... dancer... Scream?"

My ears perk up and I'm looking in the direction of the four people who are scanning the crowds of people who aren't paying attention. I know exactly what they're talking about. Risking my spot in line and the possibility of being forced to the very back of the venue, I step out of line and up to Matt Berry and the girls.

One, another brunette, catches me coming over and nudges the third girl - a blonde. She turns her attention to me, her eyes shining when she sees me. She then nudges Matt and says something in his ear. His eyebrows raise and he's now looking at me. I'm standing in front of them.

"Seems you're missing a dancer," I start, stuffing my awkward hands in my pockets. "Anyway I can help?"

Instantly, the two brunettes have grabbed me by my arms and are pushing me through the line and into the venue, my ticket deep in my pocket. The ticket takers give the girls a look but let me through. The blonde is chatting behind me, Matt following her.

"You look like, Megan's size. If not, it'll just be tighter, which is good. The more skin the better," she rambles, and I'm not sure how to respond. Once past the wondering fans and keen gazes, I'm led into a dressing room labeled "Scream Girls". I can faintly hear conversation down the hall, and catch a glimpse of a tattooed arm.

Holy shit, I'm so close to the guys!

I'm pushed into the room, and forced into a chair. The girls are stripping me of my self-altered band shirt and cut-off shorts. They look between each other as they study my choice of underwear - bright green lace panties and a black lace bra with a matching green skull on the right left breast.

"Cute, but not for the show," they tell me, and I'm stripped again. Standing before them, naked as the day I was born, they shove what I suppose is a skirt, bottoms to go underneath, and a leather bikini top. They watch me as I dress again hastily, never used to such vulture like gazes on my naked body by other girls.

I move around - or at least try to - and the leather squeaks slightly. My tits are literally about to bust out of the top - some of them spilling out on the sides - and the skirt isn't even a belt on my ass. Thank my mom for my lady lumps.

"Fucking perfect," Matt Berry says from behind, and I jump around to look at him with a blush. I don't say anything. "Okay, girls, get make up and whatever shit done, then you can come watch from sidestage while you wait for the song," he says, nodding in my way when the blonde forces me into a cushion leather chair. My skin is already sticking to it.

"Oh, wait," he says, turning back around to face me. "Didn't catch your name, blueberry."

I glare at the nickname, before sticking out my tongue at him, showing off the matching blue barbell going through my tongue. I get a few giggles from the girls. "It's Regina, but you can call me Reggie."

Matt nods and leaves the room, leaving me at the risk of these girls destroying my face with makeup. The blonde, stands in front of me while the brunettes work on re-curling my hair into large, volumized curls that bounce with every move.

I can hear the screams and cheers of the crowd coming from down the hall, and I've just now realized what I've gotten myself into. I'm supposed to fucking shake my ass in front of thousands of people, when I have no idea how to be sexy. When my hair is done and the blonde grabs for a makeup bag, I start to hyperventilate.

They all frown and give each other a look before kneeling in front of me. The brunette on the left side of the blonde takes my hand and caresses the back of it. Her hands are smooth and soothing.

"Hey, Reggie, it's gonna be okay. We get you're nervous, we were the same way when we first performed. All you gotta do is focus on a hot guy and seduce him. That's what Liz, Jamie and I do."

"Yeah, girl, Taylor is right. That's what I do," says the blonde. She looks more like a Liz than a Jamie.

I nod, but my breathes are still in short gasps. Taylor smiles softly, patting my hand and standing again. She walks over to a mini fridge and pulls out a bottle of clear liquid. I instantly known its vodka - or maybe tequila?

"Here, take a few sips to ease your mind. It helps more than you'd think." The bottle is instantly out of her hands and in mine, the opening pressed to my lips while I chug what I can down. The harsh burn tells me it's vodka - just what I need. I'm such a fucking idiot.

"You're going to be on the left side of the stage, on the outside beside Liz," Taylor tells me, and the blonde smiles. So I was right... She continues. "We don't really have a set routine, just look sexy and flash some skin. That's all we're really paid to do."

"Yeah, well, I volunteered. Not like I am getting paid," I grumbled, slowly getting out of the leather seat so not to rip my skin off when I got up. Jamie laughed, causing me to look up at her with a look that had no real name to it. She shakes her head and Liz tells me to sit back down and close my eyes so she can do my make up.

After about ten minutes, Liz is finally happy with her work, and Taylor and Jamie have finished my hair. There's a few sprays of hairspray to keep the curls up and puffy until after the song, and soon I'm chugging down bottles of cold water so not to get dehydrated. The band is only a song into the concert, and Scream is only halfway down the set list.

We slipped past a few roadies and tech guys, getting a few lustful looks from the Berry twins, and stood on the side, watching the guys and their show. It seemed so different with watching from this new perspective. I could see Nicki from here; her pink head was bobbing up and down as she moved with the beat, practically eye fucking Zacky. She always had a thing for guys that had lip rings and wore bow ties.

Feeling a slight draft from the fans behind stage, I slipped on the silk robe that the girls had given me, and felt just a bit better. There were still chill bumps on my legs though.

The guys had already sung 'Critical Acclaim', 'Afterlife', and 'The Beast and the Harlot'. Now, halfway through 'Bat Country', Brian moves over to get his beer and sees us. His eyes twinkle and his lips turn up into a grin. The girls wave at him, but I just blush and look away. Nicki is going to kill me once she realizes what I've gotten myself into.

Once Matt has finished the last verse and the music cuts off, Liz is ushering us to take off the robes and run to our spots. The tape glows in the dark, and luckily I've found my spot just in time. Liz gives me a smile and turns to her side, bending over to touch her ankle. I do a quick turn and face the back. I've just now realized that everyone is going to see all my tattoos.Fuck.

A feminine scream, who I can only guess is Val's (Matt's girlfriend), comes over the speakers and the lights flicker before the music starts. It's deep and sensual and my heart beats in my ears. There's a familiar riff of Syn Gates' guitar, and the bang of The Rev's drum, and before I know it, I'm dancing with the girls like I've been doing this my whole life. I catch Nicki's eye and she's staring in amazement at me. I grin and send her a quick, subtle middle finger before continuing to dance.

When Matt starts singing, I'm reciting the lyrics and deep bass drops and tune in my head so to keep focus. We're a minute into the song and I'm already sweating. My legs are tense and have a very distinct cramp in my calf. The heeled ankle boots Jamie put on me are the most comfortable I've ever worn, but my legs aren't use to the weird angle my feet have been put into.

I try to move so to get rid of the cramp, yet still look sexy. And it helps, dropping into a squat and then coming back up slowly, my ass visible to all those watching. I can feel the bottoms riding up the curve of my ass, and I'm have to turn around quickly so to fix my top before I come falling out of it.

Liz looks over at me at the two-minute mark and smiles before stepping over and switching spots with me. I can see Jamie and Taylor too into the music to pay any attention with us. My hands are running up my body, teasing the first cute guy I can find in the crowd. He's caught my eye, and has stopped his jumping and yelling. He stares at me with an open mouth.

Feeling confident, I grin and wink at him before turning again and bending over to shake my ass. The skirt-belt thing rides up more and the only thing covering my ass are the black bottoms I've been given.

My blue curls bouncy with my movements, and I've just realized that I can be sexy. I've seen Nicki, and caught her eye also before going back to the song.

Matt turns during a solo, and goes to grab a bottle of something to drink. He's caught the eye of Liz and won't take his eyes off. Too bad for Liz - he's got Val.

With the words still being recited in my head as I try to think of what to do next, my favorite part of the song comes on. Jimmy turns his head away from the large drum set that practically takes up its own little world, and he sings into the microphone. My body shivers as I drop again, my hand pressing down and rubbing my thighs before I come back up. And I look over at Jamie and Taylor, but instead of catching their eye, I've caught Jimmy's.

He's still singing, still playing his part of the drums, and its practically fucking me with his eyes. His hair is sweaty and sticking to his face, and his chest is bare, showing off the sheen of sweat that has gathered. Jimmy is staring at me the whole entire time he's singing and the words are shaking my body, to my bones.

It feels like hours that my eyes are connected with his pretty blue ones, and when he's done with his lines, he has a smirk that makes my knees shake and cause a gush of heat to fill my belly. Only about ten or fifteen seconds had passed in real time, but I just wanted the song to be over with so I could go cool myself down. There's another minute of the song left and my legs are starting to give out.

My hips and arms are tired, and my hair is falling from the sweat. Doing this once is good enough for me for a lifetime. Forget me ever volunteering to do that again.

There are seconds left in the song, and I'm ready to give out. Liz looks over at me and yells something for me to just hear over the music blaring out from the stage.

"Make 'em want more!" I don't know what she means exactly, but with Matt singing the last note, I drop to my knees and run my hands over my flat inked belly, cupping my breast through my leather top and have my hand half up my skirt.

The music stops, and there are screams and whistles, and my lungs are gasping for air. Taylor helps me up and we quickly run off the stage, meeting Matt Berry behind stage, who has a pile of towels and bottles of water for us.

The guys are making their little comments about us dancers.

"You saw them girls back there?" Zacky says, and the crowd screams and the guys make their little sounds of 'yes'.

"Fuck yeah. Almost forgot the lyrics," Matt jokes, causing a few chuckles from the guys.

"I call the blueberry," Jimmy says into his mic, and I stop suddenly in surprise. Jimmy nevertalks during concerts.

"Yeah, Rev? Whatcha going to do with her," Brian asks, purposefully teasing his best friend. I'm stuck still, staring out at the drummer behind his domain. Something tightens in me and I'm a well oiled spring ready to jump his bones.

"Fuck," he simply says and my knees are seriously giving out. I have to grab onto Taylor so not to fall. The girls are grinning at me like idiots, and Matt Berry is laughing is pretty little ass off at the comment. I look again out to the stage, and Jimmy is staring into my very soul with those gorgeous blue eyes of his. Fuck, I'm so wet.

"Can we get the girls out here?" Matt asks, looking over in our way, eyeing Matt Berry. He gives us a little push and we're slowly walking out onto the stage, with towels around our shoulders and the robes tied around our waists. There's a look of disappointment from some of the guys in the crowd, but many of the others are cheering for us. We're waved over by Matt, Brian giving Jamie a quick smack on the ass.

"What are your names, girls?" Matt asks, letting us each have a turn at the mic.

"Jamie."

"Taylor."

"Lizzie."

"Regina," I say last, getting a amused look from Johnny and Zacky.

"You mean Rahgina?" Zacky asks, causing my face to blush a bright red. "Like, vagina?"

I blush more, quickly covering my face. I get a few laughs and the girls are giving the guys glares. "Call her Reggie," Liz spits out, causing Matt and Zacky to hold their hands in defense.

"So, what do you girls do other than look fucking sexy?" Brian asks, and the girls look at one another.

"Dance." Jamie.

"Dance." Taylor.

"Dance." Lizzie.

"I'm a film major at the University of Texas," I say, getting a few surprised looks and a chuckle from Matt.

"So you don't dance?" He asks, grinning with his dimples sinking into his cheeks. I shake my head.

"First time I've ever danced in my life." There are a few laughs and chuckle again. I can hear Jimmy just barely over all the other guys. I turn to look at him and he's staring me down through the open spaces between his drums. I get another shiver.

"Could have fooled me," Johnny says, stealing Zacky's mic for a moment. Matt grins, leans over and tells us a quick, quiet thanks, and we're off the stage in seconds. My cheeks are flushed and I can't stop gasping for air. I can't believe I just did that in front of thousands of people. The adrenaline rush I got was amazing.

I look back to the stage, and Jimmy has his eyes trained on mine.

"This is, Unholy Confession," Matt says, pulling both Jimmy and me from our little eye-fucking fest. He goes back to playing his drums, setting the beat for the music and for my nonstop pounding heart.

The girls and I were led back to our dressing room, and I changed into my clothes once again. We were given wrist bands, and a backstage pass for later on after the show. Taylor had to leave, saying she had an early morning, and gave me hers. I've stuffed both passes in my pockets and have said goodbye to the girls after giving them my number. We would call and check up on each other.

I've gotten past the gate, finally given my ticket to the takers, and moved through the crowd and toward the front where I see flashes of bubblegum pink hair. A few notice me as one of the dancers, but I get away before they can cause a scene. I'm finally to Nicki, but she's so caught up in the song and Zacky that it isn't until I get in front of her that she notices me.

"Reg!" she yells over the music and hugs me. "Holy shit you were so fucking hot up there! Is that where you went? And oh my god! Did you hear what Rev said? Of course you did, you were right there--"

"Nicki, shut the fuck up," I laugh at her, getting a sheepish look in return. We go back to the show and enjoy the rest that we can. After the show, there's plenty of time to talk about what happened.

It isn't until they've gotten halfway through A Little Peace of Heaven that I remember the passes. I grab one and hang it around Nicki's neck before pulling her away from the stage and toward the door I came out of after the dance. There's already a guard waiting, with a list of numbers for the passes. He must have recognized me because his face held a surprised expression. We're the first backstage, and I give a small wave in Matt Berry's wave. He grins and waves back before getting ready to clear the stage and pack back up the gear for the next show.

We're led to a room where we'll be meeting the other people going to backstage and the guys once they've had a few minutes to chill. Nicki goes straight to the cooler full of beer and takes one, popping off the top with her bare hands and taking a few gulps. I smirked in her direction.

"Way to be feminine, Mr. Boobs."

She laughs, and I follow in with my own laughs. I can hear the last note of the song played and the concert is over. Soon, the room with be filled with happy and drunk fans ready to meet the guys. Some of the guys strike up a conversation with Nicki and me, but I turn them down before any offers can be made. I know I'm fairly appealing to the male eye, but I don't want any of them.

"What's up, you fuckers?" Matt says as soon as the door is open. He's lost the aviators and hat, but there's a black bandanna still tied around his head. He holds a towel in one hand to wipe away sweat, and a fresh beer in his other hand. Some of the girls instantly latch onto him, begging for autographs on various body parts and pictures. The guys stand back, wanting to be manly.

Nicki is one of the many girls that latches on, going straight for Zacky. Most of the girls stick with Brian or Matt. But my eyes find themselves finding and sticking onto the bare chested, dark haired, bright blue eyed drummer that comes straight my way.

He's got a crazy-motherfucker grin on his face.

"Hey, blueberry," he says with a slight lisp to his words. Jimmy is still slightly out of breath, and with a beer in his hands he's getting ready for another night full of parties. "Enjoy the show?" he asks, drinking the rest of his half-gone beer. My cheeks flare when his eye flash me a look that causes chills to make me shiver.

"It was... fun," I try to say without stuttering. My lips are dry and I can't help but flick my tongue out to wet them. Jimmy's eyes fall to watch my tongue, and he looks back up at me.

"Nice dance, you gave," he tells me, flashing me one of his crazy-motherfucker grins.

"Thanks," I breath out, and I'd continue to eye fuck him if it hadn't been for Nicki grabbing me and pulling me over to the rest of the band. They're signing autographs - Nicki uses our backstage passes as their medium - and as they do, Brian pulls me to the side slightly to tell me:

"We got your friend distracted. Go with Rev to the bus."

He pulls away from my ear and winks before pulling Nicki's attention to something that causes her to look away. Instantly, two firm hands are on my hips and steering me out of the room. I look up, and Jimmy's blue eyes are looking ahead, but he's got a crazy smile on his lips.

"You were so fucking hot," he tells me, lowering his lips to blow warmth breathes on my ear. I shiver, and gooseflesh rises up on my skin. "I wanted to stop drumming and fuck you right there," he continues, causing the little flicker in my stomach to burn into a bonfire. If his hand were to touch me right now, he would know I was soaked.

We're out of the venue, behind where fans won't be able to get near the bus, and Jimmy is still guiding me with a firm grip. But now his hands are kneading my waist, his fingers rough as they slide underneath my top and dipping into the waistband of my shorts. There's a sound that leaves my lips that I can only call a moan.

The door to the bus is opened and Jimmy lets me go so I can walk up the stairs. Half way up, his large hand goes roughly on my ass. I jump slightly, tripping on the step but catch myself. The door to the bus is closed and locked. I'm still trying to pick myself up when Jimmy grabs the back of my shorts and picks me up my belt. I squeal in surprise and the sharp pain of my shorts digging into my hips. He picks me up and moves me a few feet before dropping me to the ground. I roll over onto my back and sit up, holding myself up with my hands.

He's on his knees between my suddenly-spread legs, lips pressed against mine. With eyes wide, I don't kiss back just yet, but when I do, they fall shut and I lift a hand to run my fingers through his sweaty hair.

"I'm going to make you fucking scream," he whispered.

The musk of the man Jimmy Sullivan takes over my senses and I'm drunk and high on lust. The coldness of the piercing just below his lip pressing to my skin when he moves his lips from mine to my jaw and then my ear and neck. I'm moaning again, my hand grabbing to hold onto his bicep.

"Strip," he demands, causing me to shiver again, arching my back when his teeth big into my neck.

I sit up so not to fall back and use both of my hands to get out of my top. He helps me pull it over my head before latching his lips to my collarbone and licking the skin slowly, before sucking a nice bright red and purple mark. I moan, fisting my hands in his hair for a moment before he growls at me and pulls away.

I've seen so many things of Jimmy being the funny, kind one of the group, but here he is, being the hottest guy I've ever had the pleasure of being with.

"I said strip." There's his lisp again, and I almost can't take him serious before he's grabbed onto the front of my bra and ripped it from my body. I gasp at the strength he had to do that, and the pain of the straps rubbing and hitting my skin. "Better."

His lips are back on mine, his body between my legs while he lays me back onto my back. His hands are rubbing up my tattooed sides, his fingers rubbing into my ticklish spots. It's arousing the way he does it, though.

Jimmy holds himself up with one hand beside my head while the other cups and gropes my breast while we kiss. My hand comes up to grab the one of my breast, and I press it harder to my skin. He growls into our kiss and his teeth sink down onto my bottom lip.

My lips are swollen and bruised from our hard kiss, and my body is tense and like a spring ready to jump. I want to jump his bones. The carpet of the bus is rubbing my back raw, and the feel of his rough palms on my breasts is sending waves of heat down between my thighs.

"Fuck me," I barely get out, just a breathy sound against his lips when I pull away to breath. The crazy-motherfucker grin is back and I see the Jimmy I'm used to seeing. He's got crazy ideas in his head, and he's wanting to get them out somehow - and I'm happy to go along with most of them.

His hands slip under my back, and my legs wrap around his waist. He picks me up, pressing out chests together before he sits on the couch just feet away and grabs at my hair. The hold is tight and it stings. Jimmy puts his lips to my ears, the coldness of his piercing makes me wonder what it would feel like if he eats me out.

"Suck my dick," he commands, and I'm happy to oblige. I can feel it pressing between my legs, and I know he can feel the heat coming from between my legs. My legs loosen from around his waist, and I get back on the floor, this time on my knees. With our eyes contacted, I watch his blue gaze as I unbuckle the belt in his pants and undo the button and zipper of his jeans.

He kicks off his shoes real quick, allowing me the slow, teasing pleasure to pull of his pants and boxers. I move my eyes down from his eyes to his chest, running my eyes over the many tattoos before my eyes fall down, following the 'Fiction' tattoo and go to his lean torso and hip bones. His dick is hard, and hot, and thick, and just waiting for me.

I lick my lips, surprised slightly at the sight of them. But know know what they say about guys with big hands...

Both of his hands grab at my hair, and he controls my head and its movements. Pressing my face closer to his erection, my lips connect with the head, and Jimmy lets out a groan. I've only given head a few times and I didn't know if I was any good or not. Hopefully I wouldn't disappoint this divine man.

I open my mouth and let my tongue slither out to lick along the thick muscle that my face is being pressed against. I can taste his manly musk and my senses heighten. His fingers tighten in my hair and I wince slightly before taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. The grip loosen slightly and I can hear Jimmy's breathing become deeper.

Taking my time with filling my mouth with his cock, I can taste more of him and there's the familiar salty presence of pre-cum. I'm surprised his balls aren't blue from the erection I must have given him.

His hands move my head, pushing more into my mouth. With his hips bucking slightly, I'm caught unable to breath and take as many short breaths through my nose as I can without suffocating. And before I can fully get used to his size, my head is being forced to bob as he fucks my mouth. I move my tongue over my bottom teeth and open my jaw as much as I can so not to bite him.

I know I will if I don't pay attention.

Suddenly, my nose is buried against his pelvic bone and the head of his cock is pressed to the back of my throat. I can't help the swallowing I have to do to keep from gagging. Jimmy groans again, his fingers so tight in my hair I know he's going to take out a few chunks.

"Fuck," he hisses, and I do all I can to get him off more. My cheeks hollow out and I'm sucking him like a piece of sour candy. His cock throbs and pulses against my tongue and I just realize how good it tastes and-- "Goddamn!"

He cums in my mouth, causing me to swallow the load that is released. I've never found a problem with swallow - it's less messy than spitting out.

It isn't until his cock has started to get soft that I'm allowed to free my mouth again. Once able to, I cough slightly and take a few deep breaths. The makeup the girls did on me has smudged even more and I know I must look like a slut.

Jimmy places his hands on my arms and pulls me back up into his lap. His blue eyes meet mine and he ducks his head to kiss and tease my nipples. I'm gasping in surprise from his glorious tongue and lips. The heat between my thighs grows hotter, and I'm squirming with the need to scratch my itch. I grin my hips down into his lap and his cock is instantly hot and hard, again, pressing into my thighs. He growls, and I'm soon on my back.

My hands are hurriedly trying to free my lower half from clothing while his lips move to my other nipples. I get my shorts undone and quickly kick off my slip on shoes before lifting my hips to get out of my shorts. His hands slap away mine once my shorts are at my knees and he takes over from there.

I'm naked, pressed into a couch on a tour bus with Jimmy Sullivan between my legs - I never even dreamed about this day happening. I'm horny and high on his taste and my body needs him because I want him.

He moves to sit back on his knees and looks down at my naked body. I blush and start to cover myself, but his hands stop me, and with one large hand, my wrists are pinned above me head as he runs his hand over my body. The hand stops on my lower stomach and his thumb stretches to rub the top of my slit, and it slips past my wet nether lips to rub my clit. I jump in surprise and moan, moving my hips with his circles. It feels so good to finally be touched ...

Jimmy has that grin back on his face and I'm slightly afraid to hear what he has to say. "Too bad the carpet doesn't match the drapes."

I blush at his comment before jumping again, slightly, when his thumb moves past my clit and dips into the wet, tight core of my pussy. His erection is rubbing against my thighs and I can't wait to have him in me. I can't help the moan, or the jerk of my hips, or my nipples as they harden from the pleasure coursing through my veins. I'm more than just dripping wet now - I'm practically gushing with wetness as I silently plead to be filled.

His eyes are on mine, and Jimmy leans down, his lips a hair's length from mine. His breath smells like Guinness beer and his body his hot pressed against mine.

And there's a flash. I can see the crazy motherfucker Jimmy is, along with the caring man inside when he caresses my hip before he's back to the kinky bastard that I have brought out. My legs are spread just a bit more before his cock thrusts into my pussy and he fills me balls deep.

I'm not sure if I moaned or screamed or whimpered, but he fit perfectly inside me. He wasn't too big, and he wasn't too small. The pressure on my walls was just enough to press into my bundle of nerves, and he made me feel complete for just a few seconds -

And then Jimmy started to thrust, and my brain was a haze. Fingers dug into my palm while he continued to pin my hands above my head. I simply want to just run my fingers through his hair or grab his arms, or hold my legs up for a better angle.

He must have read my mind, because as soon as I say it in my head, Jimmy is hooking my knees over his shoulders and is pounding mercilessly into me. I'm scream now, for the pleasure is too much. I clench and I relax, and I clench again. His lips are on mine, and I'm about to cum. I'm so fucking close that -

Jimmy pulls out of my pussy just as I feel the ball of white fire burst - but I can't cum. Whimpering from the loss of being filled, Jimmy grins down at me, wiping my forehead of the small beads of sweat that have gathered. I want to cum, and I want to cum now.

He drops my legs from his shoulders and I'm back in his lap, his hands on my hips as I rest mine of his shoulders. Jimmy thrusts his cock up into my slit, and I'm moaning like a two cent whore once he's balls deep again. Goddamn, I've never felt this good before.

Using his hands on my hips to move me up and down, I'm bouncing on his cock at a speed that causes friction to heat up my body and the need to cum is even more now. Soon we're both panting deep breaths, face to face while I feel the ball burst without warning.

I'm cumming like I'm a virgin. My back is arched and my head has been tossed back. My blue hair is sticking to my sweaty back. How long have I been here? A few minutes, an hour? A week?

I can feel Jimmy tense under me and he's holding back his release. Guys can only last a few times before they're useless, while girls can go on for hours. Jimmy stands up, my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our lips are connected in a heated kiss, and my fingers can't stop brushing through his black hair. My back is suddenly against a wall, and Jimmy is starting his thrusts once again, but this time they're slow and sensual, like he's trying to hold out my pleasure and his own.

Moaning into our kiss I can't help but wish this is all real and it's not a dream. Dear lord, if this was a dream, I would kill myself.

"So tight," he tells me, and even though I've orgasmed twice, the delicious pressure and friction that is happening is making my back arch and my heels to dig into his back while I moan.

His hands hold my ass, needing the soft mounds in his palms while I take his thrusts like a slut and try not to cum again. If I do, I know I'll be useless for the rest of the night.

But suddenly, Jimmy pulls out, and I'm dropped to my feet. I stare up in surprise, grabbing his biceps so to keep standing. He looks down at me, eyes sparkling until he spins me around and pins my upper body to the table that I just realized was there. His lips caress my back and I'm shaking from the amazing feeling of his kisses.

His hands place my where where my arms are spread over the table, and my feet are now shoulder length apart. "Stay just like that," Jimmy tells me, whispering into my ear before he stands at his full height and lifts me onto my tip toes. His cock is slow to fill my pussy, and I can feel every inch of him as he takes me. There's something that's not animalistic in his movements now, there's something more.

When Jimmy's hands grab my hips and the thrusts begin to pick up, I groan when my nipples rub against the cold, rough table. One of his hands moves from my hip to my stomach. He bends over again, and his thrusts are more rigid now. They're fast and lustful and his finger his rubbing teasing circles on my clit now. All he needs to do is hit that one spot and I'm --

"Fucking hell!" I scream, knowing I screamed this time, when I cum. Jimmy doesn't stop his thrusts, his lips against my ear while he whispers unknown sweet nothings to me while he continues his thrusts. My body is buzzing and my nerves are numb. I'm sensitive everywhere but I can't feel anything but a tingle.

And then his thrusts are tense, and more rigid, and there's one last deep buck of hips before I feel him spill into me. It's hot and my thighs are coated in wet stickiness.

Our heavy breathing is all we can hear before he pulls out and sits on the couch just three feet away. I shakily stand back up to my height and turn to face him. Jimmy has his eyes closed, one hand running through his hair as the other rests beside him on the couch. I want to sit there and curl into his warm side, to see his crazy-motherfucker grin when he finally catches his breath, but instead I grab the nearest random shirt and clean off my smudged makeup.

I'm back in my clothes in moments. I look at him, and he's just heard me moving around. I'm back in clothes, by the door. There's a flash in his beautiful blue eyes that makes my stomach clench and I'm walk off the bus. I find myself fixing my hair as I go back to the room where the backstagers are. I see Nicki just walking out of the room as she laughs as something Zacky and Johnny joke about.

"Reggie!" she says happily, waving me over. The guys give me a look, but catch the glow on my skin and the slight smell of sex that comes from me. "Well, thanks so much guys, you've really made my day. Can't wait for the next show!" Nicki says and she's soon dragging me down the hall.

Just as I turn the corner, I see Jimmy coming back down the hall, a phone pressed to his ear and a hand running through his hair. Our eyes connect one last time before I'm gone and walking out of the venue.

It's four months after the night between Jimmy and I that I've moved to LA, started a life for myself in film, and heard of his death.

It hurt, knowing that someone who was loved so much like him, had died too young, but there was something even worse to that news. News that I had been dreading the second the thought even came to me.

I hadn't dared said a word to Nicki. What the hell would I say?

I was pregnant, and it was Jimmy's.

Notes

sequel coming soon. be on the look out for it!