The airplane ride seemed longer than necessary. The stewardess was too giddy. The kid sitting behind me was too loud with his snores. Everything right now was grating my already thinned nerves and all I wanted was to hurry up and get back home. The flight from New York City to LA and then to Huntington Beach was the worst I've ever had. My ear had yet to pop from the difference in air pressure, causing a pounding migraine to fuck with me even more.

With my hearing lacking at the moment, I missed the ding of the captain tell us to put our seat belts back on. This caused the annoying stewardess to come over and 'kindly' tell me to strap it back on. Kindly my ass.

Grumbling, I winced when the pressure grew before completely disappearing out of no where as the plane descended. Well, I could hear, but the rush of noises only fueled the fire of my headache.

"Motherfucker," I hissed to myself, getting a few looks from parents not happy with my language around their children. I sent them a glare back before rubbing my ears with my fingers, trying to ease the pain of the unexpected pop.

The landing wasn't as bad as it had been in LA, and so I stopped my complaints there. However, not for long. Since I had gotten a last-minute ticket, my seat was in the very back corner, which meant I was last to get off. This also meant I was last to get to my luggage, and last to push through the tragic of rush hour at the airport to get a taxi. I stood there for well into an hour.

I almost called Brian, almost, but knew he was still busy at the studio with the guys.

For the past three weeks, I had been in New York City, doing what I do best. Make up. The movie I had been hired for had gone to the big city for the three weeks, and I had to go with them. My boyfriend and I weren't all too pleased, but it was what I did. Sure, he may have been loaded, but I was an independent woman. I liked supporting myself. What if we broke up? Then what?

Of course, I didn't like to think about us breaking up. Sometimes I thought he might be the one, the one to make me turn into a stay-at-home soccer mom and bake cookies and make lemonade for the other suburb moms on the block.

Then I would simply see him making milk bubbles with his nose or getting drunker than I thought was possible, and that thought was thrown out the window.

Besides, we didn't know the first thing about taking care of ourselves, let alone kids.

The first taxi in my sight was instantly claimed by my moody attitude, and anyone in my way was getting their head chewed off.

I reached for the car door just as another hand did. I looked up, ready to snap and go ghetto-girl on their ass before my jaw snapped closed and turned into a grin. "Leana!" I gushed, hugging the familiar mocha skinned woman. She giggled and hugged me back before ushering both into the cab.

"Hey, Izzy. Coming home for Christmas?" Leana asked, pushing her hair behind her ears before giving Jimmy's address to the cabby.

"Yeah. Same for you?" I asked, grinning like a madman. My mood was instantly lightened. Leana and I got along just as well as Brian and Jimmy did, if not better. Leana nodded, still matching my grin.

"So, how's class in Santa Cruz?" I brought up, and Leana instantly began to gush over how much she was loving in up north and learning all about her little bio-technology classes before groaning as she complained about how much to missed her little Jimbo. I laughed at the sudden change of subject.

"I'm serious, Izzy. Do you know how long its been since I've had a good fucking? Since, like, Halloween! That's almost two months! When you've got a growing girl who has needs and a guy like Jimmy and his big co--"

"Whoa, whoa, Lea! That's enough!" I joked, throwing up my hands to keep her from saying anymore. She giggled and blushed, playing with her hair more. I couldn't help the smirk though. "But I know what you mean. Its been three weeks since I hit the sack with Brian and Mr. Feel-So-Good Purple isn't doing much for me anymore."

My cheeks matched her blush after I realized what exactly I had just said. She giggled, pushing on my shoulder before grabbing at her bags and getting ready for the cab to stop.

"Well good luck scratching your itch, Izzy," Leana said after sticking her tongue out. She paid the taxi driver and got out of the car, her bags at hand. Just as the taxi started to pull away, Jimmy came rushing out of their apartment to greet Leana half way and embraced her tightly, spinning her in the air.

I laughed, shaking my head at their antics and looked to the cab driver. Brian's apartment was on the other side of Huntington Beach. With a small idea in my head, I told the cab driver to go to the nearest liquor store. He looked at me funny, but I told him I'd pay cash if he drove me around until I got home. He nodded, not saying anything else.

Once to the store, I looked to him with a small smile. "You want anything? The least I could do," I said, offering. He looked at me in surprise before giving me a small smile.

"I'll take some Jack Daniels, hun." I nodded, reaching for my wallet and walking in. I went to grab the requested bottle of Jack before getting what I would like. A nice, fresh bottle of red wine and a twelve pack of Budlight.

The old man at the counter looked at my choice of alcohol before carding me (which I could happily show off I was twenty four) before taking my credit card. I grab the twelve pack and wine, putting it under my arm before taking the Jack and going back to the cab. Taking my seat in the back again, I handed him his drink. He placed it in the passenger seat before looking at me with the rearview mirror.

"Where to next?"

"Kelly's Cleaners. And then to 4098 Oak Street."

There was only another thirty minutes spent with the cabby. I found out his name was George and that he had been a cabby for thirteen years now. He gave me his card just as he arrived at Brian's house, telling me to call him if I ever needed a ride. I smiled and nodded, putting it in my pocket.

Grabbing my luggage, alcohol and dry cleaning, I pulling myself up the driveway of Brian's house, smiling as I saw the Harley covered in its usual case to be kept safe from the cool nights. I found the sidedoor unlocked, thankful since I had left my key somewhere in some jeans that were tucked deep in my bags.

Putting my luggage by the door and hanging up my dry cleaning in the hall closest, I went to look around the lower floor of the house for my man. He wasn't down stairs, but I did find a pair of dying candles lit on the kitchen table with a note laying on an empty plate. He had cooked me a welcome home dinner... so sweet. I could smell the familiar spices of lemon chicken and stir fry.

Putting the beer in the fridge and grabbing two glasses for the wine, I finally read the note, my smirk growing into a grin as I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Looking forward to seeing you in my bed.

How long had I made him wait? Hopefully not too long ...

Holding the glasses in one hand and carrying the wine in the other, I made my way up to the second floor of the house, being careful to step quietly over the creaky floorboards. I had slipped my shoes and jacket off downstairs. Pushing the door to our bedroom open, my eyes softened at the sight before me.

I had made him wait longer than he could handle, I suppose. With the guys recording their new album and shit lately, I suppose he was too tired to stay up past ten to welcome me home. I set the wine and glasses on the bed side table before stripping down into my underwear and bra. I crawled into the bed beside him, pressing my front to his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

His chest continued to rise and fall before there was a small groan and he turned toward me.

"Iz?" his voice asked lowly, and I grinned up at him, pecking his lips gently.

"Hey, baby. I didn't mean to make you wait," I told him softly, running my hand up and down his inked side. Brian's eyes opened even more as he grinned at me, capturing my lips in his, holding out my peck into a passionate game of tonsil hockey. His fingers splayed over my bare hip as the other raised to tangle in my hair.

Moaning into his open mouth as my body began to heat up and tingle from the feeling of his calloused guitarist fingers against my skin, he managed to roll me over completely on my back with him hovering over me. Only my underwear and his underarmor briefs were between us.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I missed you," he groaned softly, still half asleep as he kissed my lips and moved down to my own-inked neck. "Please tell me this isn't a dream."

I chuckled darkly, lifting my hands to run up his spine before dragging my short nails down his back. He growled, bucking his hips into mine at the tingle that I gave him every time I did that. We both loved it rough.

"If I was a dream, then I'm sure Jimmy would come bursting in wearing a banana suit," I said with a chuckle, purposefully killing the mood for him. Meant more fun for me. Brian groaned, shaking his head as I felt him sit back on his knees, looking down at me.

"Way to kick a man down, Isadora," he said, a deadpan expression on his face. I grinned up at him, letting my hands rest on his sides.

"Sorry. It's been three weeks since I've seen you. I have so much teasing to make up for," I grinned as I replied, lifting up my hips to grind into him. His sleepy eyes darkened as he growled, he mood now flipped back on. I loved it when he gave me that look. It always made me soaking wet...

"You've got more than just that to make up for," he said with a low voice, leaning down to take my lips again. I moan at the intense tingle that ran down to my toes when he ground back into my hot core, the friction was fucking delicious.

"I missed you," I barely got out before his lips were attached to my neck. I moved, feeling his warm tongue move down my beating pulse and to the junction of my neck and shoulder before latching onto my right collarbone and sucking on that one spot that made me fall apart. My moans heightened in volume as he did this, my legs hooking around his thighs. His hands palmed my ass, slipping under the lace of my panties.

And then his lips lowered down to the curve of my breasts and into the valley of them as he reached under me to unclasp the offending material and get it out of his way. Just as the material was pulled away from my chest, his lips attached to one nipple as his hand groped the other.

The sound that came out of my mouth was not of this world. My nipples were so sore from a slight drunken dare from two weeks earlier that had occurred her to get--

"Nipple piercings?" he growled, his voice was no longer of the Brian that I knew, but now of the dark being that I loved to come play with me.

"One of the girls on set dared," I let out in breathy gasps, squeaking slightly as he flicked his thumbs over the sore, pierced buds that stood up round with matching silver barbells going through them. He pressed down, causing my back to arch and an unsuspecting sound to pass my lips. Fuck that feels good...

Through half-lidded eyes I looked up at him, my mouth slightly open as I took in deep breaths. My thighs squeezed his waist at the slight pleasure that raced through my veins.

"That's fucking hot," he told me, before leaning back down and licking the tip of his tongue over the tip of my nipple. I whimpered, biting down on my lip as my back arched again. Letting out a string of curses as he continued to assaulting tease on my nipples, my breath caught when his teeth tugged slightly on the piercing.

My lungs couldn't gather enough oxygen before my whole body shuddered in a long, leg-numbing orgasm. Brian had made me cum from just playing with my nipples. I think I will keep these things after all.

He chuckled, the vibrations moving through the metal and down into my breast, causing me to shiver again. Pulling away, Brian blew cold air on the wet skin and metal, causing goosebumps to rise up on my skin. God, is he trying to kill me with orgasms?

"I think I can forgive you now for making me wait," he whispered against my ear, causing more shivers to run down my spine. The hand groping my firm breast slowly moved down my side until at the hem of my panties. Whimpering without much thought as I moved my hips against his, I felt the familiar bulge of his hard, hot cock against the wet spot on my panties.

"Please don't make me wait," I whimpered, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pulled his lips to mine, my fingers massaging the back of his skull as I moaned against his mouth, my nipples brushing against his warm skin. He chuckled against my lips, and the hot white ball in my belly tingled into life as he brushed against my pussy again.

"No patience," he teased, causing me to whimper again, and I knew he was going to drag this out as long as possible.

"Please, Brian, baby, don't make me wait," I pleaded, my voice small and weak as I tried my best to relieve us of our undergarments.

"Slow down, Iz," Brian purred, and I groaned from him making me wait. "We've got all the time in the world to go at it like rabbits."

"But I can't wait," I pouted, my lips turning down as I moved my fingers up and down his back. "I need you now." It was my turn to growl, and he returned the animalistic sound.

"Well you're going to have to fucking wait," he told me, and no matter how much I hated it, I knew he was final.

My back was lifted from the soft sheets - the same Egyptian cotton ones I had gotten him last year for Christmas - and rolled me on top of him. His head rested on his pillow, his hair slightly fanned out around his head like a dark halo. Gasping slightly at the change of position and pressure of his cock on my throbbing pussy, my hips rolled without much thought of me telling them to do that.

"Turn around," he commanded me, and my eyes brighten when I realized what he wanted me to do. Lifting one leg, I turned around, being sure to brush against his bulge again, before sliding down his chest until I was on my hands and knees, pussy just above his waiting mouth. My face was inches from the glorious cock that I wanted so badly.

"Good girl," he told me, his open palm coming down on my covered ass cheek. I yelped loudly, surprised by the unexpected pain. And then his fingers dived right into my hot, soaking core, causing my body to tremble. Moaning as I closed my eyes, my head dropped to his lap as I tried to regain my bearings. He moved the crotch of my panties to the side after he pulled his fingers from me. His thumbs pulled the soft, smooth, shaved folds of my pussy apart before his tongue dived into me. I bucked my hips, arching my back to keep from fully sitting on his face.

Fuck, he's going to kill me before the night is over with.

Taking a few deep breaths, I finally realized what my part of the position was now. Taking another few deep breaths, my hands shakily pulled his briefs down, the smooth material sliding off easily. Brian's hard erection sprung forward, hitting my cheek once before resting there. The heat and throbbing veins sent more pleasure through my veins and down to my curling toes.

Brian hummed, and the vibrations almost sent me over the edge again. "Fuck!" I shouted, biting down on my finger to keep from becoming any louder. Brian chuckled, causing my body to move as his chest shook. I took a few more deep breaths before letting my tongue slowly move across the long, smooth skin of his cock. There was a groan, and his lips attached to my aching clit just as my mouth engulfed his cock.

Both of us shuddered and groaned from pleasure, taking our time to hold out the pleasure until our brains became too clouded for thought. My head bobbed, taking his well-endowed length almost fully to the back of my throat. There was a groan, which would cause my clit to tingle and cause me to moan, which would send vibrations through his cock and the cycle would repeat.

His tongue flicked. His fingers prodded. My mouth sucked. My lips, tight. We continued this, going about our normal ways of foreplay until an unexpected flick and nibble sent me over the edge quicker than imagined.

My mouth pulled away from his cock as I screamed, my back arching to where I sat up fully, my pussy grinding down into his teasing mouth. I panted and groaned and whimpered from the senstiveness of my post-orgasm body. He was still teasing me and I didn't know how much longer I could last. My body could only handle so many orgasm in an hour. I was already almost at the limit and I haven't even gotten Brian close to his release yet.

His hand softly slapped my rear, causing me to pull away from my clouded thoughts and make me slowly raise up on shaky legs to free his mouth from my pussy. I looked down at him to find his tongue lapping out at his cum covered lips and chin.

"Taste so fucking good," he groaned, and I followed suit, shuddering at his words. Somehow, I found myself back on my back, his cock pressed against my inner thighs as Brian's hands held my bucking hips down. I blinked in surprise before my head tossed back from the pure rush of his cock slamming into me. Mr. Feel-So-Good Purple had nothing on Brian's god-like cock. How many times had I gotten off from just a few simple rough thrusts? I lost count after the third month of us fucking.

"Holy hell, Bri," I panted, hooking my legs around his waist to make the angle even better and push him deeper. Every guy I had ever been with or would ever be with would always be compared to this sex god. Good fucking lord!

I bit my lip to hold back my scream as Brian started his thrusts, causing my head to toss back into the pillow. My hands, searching for anything to grab onto, found the bars of the headboard and latched on. His thrusts sent my body back, making the bed groan and squeak from the rough, but delicious, movement.

"Fuck, yes, oh god, yes, oh Brian, yes!"

My words were incomplete and I didn't even know what I was trying to say in the first place. I just moaned and prayed to whatever higher being there was that this delicious rough fucking would go on forever. And holy shit, right fucking there!

I screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he hit my hot spot, causing my inner muscles to clench and tense around his pounding cock. Words were lost and all I could get out were groans and moans and slutty little pants. He lowered his mouth to my ear, saying naughty little things that made my stomach and pussy clench with pleasure. All the things he wanted to do to me, all the things he wanted me to do to him --

"Fuck, Brian!" I screamed again, but his mouth muffled them as I had another orgasm, but this time, the waves of pleasure just kept flowing, and I couldn't stop. My hands felt numb from gripping the headboard so tight, and my legs were only tingling nerves as I came. With barely opened eyes, I looked up at him, seeing the sweaty layer that now covered his forehead, causing his dark hair to stick to the sides of his face.

His lips pulled away from mine, and his thrusts slowed into nothing before he pulled out. I looked up, slightly disappointed before he flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my hips up just enough to thrust into my again. Choking on air at the new sensation, my hands gripped the headboard again. Brian sat back on his hunches, using his knees to thrust like a jackhammer into me. Spots I had never known that existed were hit and caused the white hot ball of pleasure in my belly to grow into a huge fire ball that was about to explode any second--

I wasn't sure what I screamed as he made me came. The combined effect of his cock pounding into me, one hand rubbing small, quick circles on my clit and the other gripping at my sensitive pierced nipple caused the fireball to erupt. And the grip of my slick walls milked Brian's cock once his thrusts stopped. The hot spurts of his cum filled me, and my chest dropped to the bed. Both of our bodies were covered in sweat.

The room was steamy, and condensation was forming on the glass of the wine bottle that I hadn't even touched.

Soft Egyptian cotton sheets stroked my hot skin as we lay there, looking at one another with lazy, sleepy eyes; me on my stomach and him on his back. That was three weeks of fucking in one mind blowing session of foreplay and sex.

"Merry Christmas," I mumbled to him, nuzzling his pillow. He chuckled before pulling me to his chest.

"Ditto, Izzy."