You Can't Hide From Me.
Party Aftermath.
LILY ANN
I groaned, receding back under the blankets that I was covered up in to hide from the sunlight that was assaulting me from the window. What the fuck happened last night? I rubbed my temples, slowly coming into consciousness, and my eyes shot open when I remembered bits and flashes of last night.
Beating Matt in a shot contest. Talking with Zacky on the back patio. Jimmy and Reggie running from Johnny. Karaoke with guys, sans Brian and Reggie.
However, I didn't remember going home. As a matter of fact, my bedroom window didn't even face the beach, and this one most certainly did. My pillow also didn't smell like a mixture of cologne and cigarettes, and I normally didn't sleep naked either. I peeked at my slender body under the blankets and squeaked, popping up and looking around the room. It looked like a master suite, and surprisingly organized to be a man's bedroom, let alone a bachelor rock star.
I clutched the blankets to my chest, searching the room for my clothes, and saw them scattered haphazardly from every surface. My bra was on the desk chair. My panties were shredded on the floor. My shirt, which look liked it had been ripped, was hanging on a picture frame on the dresser. My leggings were down next to my panties, and thankfully they were in one piece.
I slipped down off of the huge bed, clutching the blanket to my chest while I retrieved the remnants of my clothes, salvaging what I could. When I looked at the scraps of lace that used to be my underwear, I smirked. Whatever happened last night must've been ridiculously hot... I just wish I could fucking remember!
I slipped my leggings and bra on, realizing my shirt was a lost cause, and looked around for something to substitute it. I settled for the gray sleeveless Jack Daniels shirt that I had seen Zacky wear more than once at shows and in photos, and sighed contentedly at the scent that clung to the soft, worn fabric.
This was ridiculous...how did I end up naked in Zacky Vengeance's bedroom, of all places? Of all people?! Creeping towards the door, I pulled it open and heard voices and music flowing from the living room downstairs. Tip toeing quietly to the stairs, I gripped the banister and peaked my head around the wall, biting my lip. Zacky was strumming his acoustic guitar, his eyes closed, while Jimmy drummed on the edge of the coffee table with a pair of black sticks. Brian was reclined back in the arm chair, his feet propped up on the table, picking at the strings of his guitar. Matt and Johnny were nowhere in sight, and neither was Reggie.
Leaning a little bit farther, I suddenly swayed and lost my grip, stumbling down a couple of stairs before clinging to the banister for dear life with my eyes squeezed shut. Great going, miss Graceful. I felt the flush flowing over my face before I peeked one eye open, noticing the guys all watching me with amused expressions. I smiled meekly, hopping down the next few stairs and coming up behind the couch where Jimmy was sitting. "Hey guys..." I was horrified of over-staying my welcome, and figured if I could find Reggie, I could make my way out of here.
"That shirt looks pretty good on you," I heard Zacky say with a smirk, leaning forward and settling his guitar on the table. I looked down, remembering that I had grabbed his clothes.
"Yea, apparently I was attacked by a honey badger last night, and it shredded my shirt." I smiled, playing with the hem of the soft gray tank top. I chewed on my bottom lip, my eyes lingering on Zacky's face and that damn blush creeping its way back across my face. "So um, I figured I'd find Reggie and we'd get out of your hair. I'll send you your shirt as soon as I get back to the house, if you don't mind me borrowing it..." I trailed off.
Before I could respond, Jimmy had reached over the back of the couch and grabbed be the waist, snatching me over and onto the couch so that I was laying on my back across both his and Zacky's laps. "Nonsense, Stephen King! You're welcome to hang out with us as long as you want! Anyone who can whip Shadz at shots is a friend of mine!"
I laughed, remembering that he had been calling me Stephen King all night long due to the fan fiction that I wrote. He had talked about it with me, and it made me laugh to see how excited he was about it. He even asked me to write one about him, and I assured him that there were plenty on my accounts if he went to the actual fan fiction forums that I wrote on. "Right on! But I should probably hit my house soon to take a shower."
Jimmy lifted my arm up and sniffed me, kind of like an ape would do to her child, and grimaced. "Yea, you stink. Like sweat...and shame...and Zacky's ball sack..."
I slapped him on the arm, earning a round of laughter from the guys in the living room, and struggled to sit up. Thankfully, Zacky grabbed my hand and pulled me to a sitting position so that I could save what shred of dignity I had left.
"So what happened to Reggie?" I asked, looking over at Brian. I know they had snuck off somewhere after the raging Johnny episode last night, but I hadn't seen her since.
Brian chuckled, settling his guitar on the stand that sat next to the chair. "Sleeping Beauty is still asleep in the guest room. Mumbled something about not wanting to go to school, and called me mom..." He shook his head, and I snorted.
"SHE SNORTS?! MINE!" Jimmy yelled, pulling me into a protective hug and petting my blonde hair. I squealed and laughed, wriggling out of his grasp.
"I'm gonna go get dead weight up so that we can head home. I'm sure she smells like shame and Gates' ball sack..." I winked at him, heading out of the living room towards the guest room that Zacky gestured to, leaving raucous laughter behind me.
REGGIE
"Mmph...noooo...it's too early..."
"Bitch, get the fuck up. It's after noon!" I was slapped in the back of the head with a big ass fluffy pillow, and felt Lily Ann jump onto the bed, bouncing.
"Dude, stooooop. You're gonna make me hurl!" I moaned, pulling the covers back over my head and hoping this hyper little gnome would disappear. Instead, she snatched the covers off of me and smiled, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Looks like someone got laid," she said, gesturing down to my naked body. I groaned, not even attempting to fight her. We had lived together long enough, and seen each other naked enough to not worry about a little nudity. I stretched, pushing my hair out of my face and sat up. "Yes...yes I did..."
*Last night*
Brian and I slunk away from the front yard, both of us wet and shivering in the night air, but not from the cold. He darted through the side door of the house, leading us into a little hallway and brought me to a guest room. Before I had a chance to turn around, I heard the door close softly and the lock click into place before a pair of muscular, tattooed arms encircled my waist.
"This is much better..." he murmured against my ear, his warm breath sending chills down my spine. I melted against him, leaning my head back against his shoulder as he started kissing my neck. I moaned when he began licking and nibbling my ear lobe, grinding my hips back against him.
I felt his hand grip my hip and his growing erection dug against my ass in the most amazing way possible. He brought me forward, allowing me to lean forward and put my hands on the edge of the queen-sized bed, gripping the sheets as he pushed my skirt up and ran his fingers over my dripping wet slit.
"Mmm, baby you're already fucking soaked..." he breathed, playing with my swollen clit through the lace of my panties. I threw my head back, causing my red hair to cascade over my shoulders and back and let out a moan. Without hesitation, he slipped my panties to the side and pushed his middle finger into me, curling it so that he could hit that ultra sensitive spot.
"Oh fuck..." I moaned, my knees going weak as I felt him slide a second finger into me, leaning over me so that he could massage my breasts with his free hand and pump his fingers into me at a brutal pace. Suddenly, just before I was able to cum, he snatched his fingers out of me and stood up. I bit my bottom lip and listened to the sound of him undoing his belt and then his jeans, letting them slide to the floor. I heard the foil rip and a few moments later, I felt the tip of him teasing my entrance.
"Please, Brian, don't tease me..." I whimpered, attempting to back myself onto him, but he resisted, gripping my hip with one hand and wrapping his other hand up in my hair. With a sharp tug, he snatched my head back so that I was standing flush with his body, his manhood pressing into the small of my back, aligned with my spine. I could feel the sheer length of it, and it made my breath quicken.
"What? What do you want me to do?" He taunted against my ear, the hand that held my hip snaking around to fondle my throbbing clit. My breathing hitched and my eyes rolled back, an indistinguishable sound escaping my lips.
"I want you inside of me. Fuck me, please..." I whispered, my neck craned backwards. I was completely submissive to him, and I was prepared to give myself to him in any way that he asked.
Suddenly, without warning, he shoved my head down onto the bed and slid himself into me, his other hand guiding me by my hips. I gripped the edge of the bed, a guttural scream crawling out of my throat. He fucked me with sheer, brute force. This was no lovemaking. This was animalistic. A primal need to be satisfied. And oh, did he satisfy.
Just as I felt my orgasm rising to the surface, he planted his hand on the back of my leg and pushed it up so that I rested with one foot on the ground and one knee on the bed, my back arched and my head thrown back in pleasure. This position granted him even further access into the deepest parts of me, forcing my orgasm to explode around him. My vision blurred, and the cries coming from me were more of a growl than a moan.
"Yea, you like that baby?" He asked, slapping his hand on my ass.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed, ramming myself back against him to meet his thrusts. He gripped my hips with both hands, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, and brutally assaulted me from behind, earning more pleasurable gasps and whimpers from me as I tried desperately to keep up.
Suddenly, I felt his pace falter. "I'm gonna cum, baby," he muttered, slamming into me as hard and as fast as his oncoming orgasm would allow before he grunted, shoving my face down into the mattress and growling. I felt his body buck around mine as he spilled himself into the condom, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck. He emitted what could only be described as a snarl before I felt him thrust one more time.
I collapsed forward onto the bed, my legs unable to hold me any longer, and panted. He disappeared for a moment into the small bathroom that was adjoined to the room, and then came back with a small hand towel, wiping his brow with it. He collapsed onto the bed next to me, reaching over to gently blot the exhaustion and sweat from my face.
No words were spoken. No words were needed. My eyes fluttered shut, and a contented sigh escaped my lips before I slipped into a soundless, dreamless sleep.
ZACKY
I kicked back on the couch, holding the beer in my hand and watching the guys play Call of Duty on my 60" television. The girls had left hours ago, rather reluctantly. I guess they didn't expect us to call them ever again. But we'd be calling them. That's for sure.
"EAT SHIT AND DIE, GARDEN GNOME!" Jimmy screeched, unleashing a hail of bullets on Johnny and allowing his character no chance of survival. He tossed his remote onto the coffee table and stood, doing some insane version of a victory dance. Johnny sucked his teeth and leaned back, draining the last of his beer.
"God damn it..." He muttered, watching Jimmy do victory laps around the living room furniture. I laughed, watching Matt pick up the controller to challenge Jimmy to the next round. Jimmy finally sat back down, picking up his remote. "You sure you wanna do this, Shadz? I mean, you got your ass kicked by a girl last night at drinking. Do you really want to risk losing at your favorite game the very next day?"
"Ha ha ha, fuck you, dude. Just play the damn game," He said, laughing. Jimmy had been riding his ass all day long about the shot competition the night before.
"Speaking of a girl kicking Matt's ass, when are they coming back over, bro? I like them!" Jimmy said, staring at the screen and throwing his whole body into the game's movements.
I shrugged, standing up to throw my beer bottle away and grab another. "Whenever we want them to. I told them I'd call them the next time we were going to hang out. Why? You got an idea?" Jimmy shrugged, pausing the game. "Fuck, I'm down for anything! It's about time we had more ladies to break up this massive fucking sausage fest."
I chuckled, walking out of the living room and into the kitchen, hearing them start the game back up.
"DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK, JIMMY?! DON'T BE A FUCKING CAMPER, GOD DAMNIT!"
"Fine! Take that! ARGH!"
I pulled another beer out of the fridge, rolling my eyes at the argument that I'm sure would take up at least an hour about why's and why not's of sniper camping on COD. I heard rustling behind me and looked back to see Brian leaning against the counter.
"Hey man, what's up?" I asked, popping the cap off of my beer and leaning back against the fridge. He smirked over at me.
"I've got an idea, but it stays between you and me." He gestured between the two of us, and by the look on his face, I had a pretty good idea of where this was going.
"Go on..." I said, taking a long swig out of my beer.
He tossed his bottle in the garbage and hopped up on the kitchen counter to sit, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees so that he could lower his voice. "Remember that story she wrote about us?"
I nodded, waiting for him to continue, but the wicked thoughts had already begun to consume my head. His eyes darkened, matching the twisted grin on his face.
"I suggest we play a game."
I groaned, receding back under the blankets that I was covered up in to hide from the sunlight that was assaulting me from the window. What the fuck happened last night? I rubbed my temples, slowly coming into consciousness, and my eyes shot open when I remembered bits and flashes of last night.
Beating Matt in a shot contest. Talking with Zacky on the back patio. Jimmy and Reggie running from Johnny. Karaoke with guys, sans Brian and Reggie.
However, I didn't remember going home. As a matter of fact, my bedroom window didn't even face the beach, and this one most certainly did. My pillow also didn't smell like a mixture of cologne and cigarettes, and I normally didn't sleep naked either. I peeked at my slender body under the blankets and squeaked, popping up and looking around the room. It looked like a master suite, and surprisingly organized to be a man's bedroom, let alone a bachelor rock star.
I clutched the blankets to my chest, searching the room for my clothes, and saw them scattered haphazardly from every surface. My bra was on the desk chair. My panties were shredded on the floor. My shirt, which look liked it had been ripped, was hanging on a picture frame on the dresser. My leggings were down next to my panties, and thankfully they were in one piece.
I slipped down off of the huge bed, clutching the blanket to my chest while I retrieved the remnants of my clothes, salvaging what I could. When I looked at the scraps of lace that used to be my underwear, I smirked. Whatever happened last night must've been ridiculously hot... I just wish I could fucking remember!
I slipped my leggings and bra on, realizing my shirt was a lost cause, and looked around for something to substitute it. I settled for the gray sleeveless Jack Daniels shirt that I had seen Zacky wear more than once at shows and in photos, and sighed contentedly at the scent that clung to the soft, worn fabric.
This was ridiculous...how did I end up naked in Zacky Vengeance's bedroom, of all places? Of all people?! Creeping towards the door, I pulled it open and heard voices and music flowing from the living room downstairs. Tip toeing quietly to the stairs, I gripped the banister and peaked my head around the wall, biting my lip. Zacky was strumming his acoustic guitar, his eyes closed, while Jimmy drummed on the edge of the coffee table with a pair of black sticks. Brian was reclined back in the arm chair, his feet propped up on the table, picking at the strings of his guitar. Matt and Johnny were nowhere in sight, and neither was Reggie.
Leaning a little bit farther, I suddenly swayed and lost my grip, stumbling down a couple of stairs before clinging to the banister for dear life with my eyes squeezed shut. Great going, miss Graceful. I felt the flush flowing over my face before I peeked one eye open, noticing the guys all watching me with amused expressions. I smiled meekly, hopping down the next few stairs and coming up behind the couch where Jimmy was sitting. "Hey guys..." I was horrified of over-staying my welcome, and figured if I could find Reggie, I could make my way out of here.
"That shirt looks pretty good on you," I heard Zacky say with a smirk, leaning forward and settling his guitar on the table. I looked down, remembering that I had grabbed his clothes.
"Yea, apparently I was attacked by a honey badger last night, and it shredded my shirt." I smiled, playing with the hem of the soft gray tank top. I chewed on my bottom lip, my eyes lingering on Zacky's face and that damn blush creeping its way back across my face. "So um, I figured I'd find Reggie and we'd get out of your hair. I'll send you your shirt as soon as I get back to the house, if you don't mind me borrowing it..." I trailed off.
Before I could respond, Jimmy had reached over the back of the couch and grabbed be the waist, snatching me over and onto the couch so that I was laying on my back across both his and Zacky's laps. "Nonsense, Stephen King! You're welcome to hang out with us as long as you want! Anyone who can whip Shadz at shots is a friend of mine!"
I laughed, remembering that he had been calling me Stephen King all night long due to the fan fiction that I wrote. He had talked about it with me, and it made me laugh to see how excited he was about it. He even asked me to write one about him, and I assured him that there were plenty on my accounts if he went to the actual fan fiction forums that I wrote on. "Right on! But I should probably hit my house soon to take a shower."
Jimmy lifted my arm up and sniffed me, kind of like an ape would do to her child, and grimaced. "Yea, you stink. Like sweat...and shame...and Zacky's ball sack..."
I slapped him on the arm, earning a round of laughter from the guys in the living room, and struggled to sit up. Thankfully, Zacky grabbed my hand and pulled me to a sitting position so that I could save what shred of dignity I had left.
"So what happened to Reggie?" I asked, looking over at Brian. I know they had snuck off somewhere after the raging Johnny episode last night, but I hadn't seen her since.
Brian chuckled, settling his guitar on the stand that sat next to the chair. "Sleeping Beauty is still asleep in the guest room. Mumbled something about not wanting to go to school, and called me mom..." He shook his head, and I snorted.
"SHE SNORTS?! MINE!" Jimmy yelled, pulling me into a protective hug and petting my blonde hair. I squealed and laughed, wriggling out of his grasp.
"I'm gonna go get dead weight up so that we can head home. I'm sure she smells like shame and Gates' ball sack..." I winked at him, heading out of the living room towards the guest room that Zacky gestured to, leaving raucous laughter behind me.
REGGIE
"Mmph...noooo...it's too early..."
"Bitch, get the fuck up. It's after noon!" I was slapped in the back of the head with a big ass fluffy pillow, and felt Lily Ann jump onto the bed, bouncing.
"Dude, stooooop. You're gonna make me hurl!" I moaned, pulling the covers back over my head and hoping this hyper little gnome would disappear. Instead, she snatched the covers off of me and smiled, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Looks like someone got laid," she said, gesturing down to my naked body. I groaned, not even attempting to fight her. We had lived together long enough, and seen each other naked enough to not worry about a little nudity. I stretched, pushing my hair out of my face and sat up. "Yes...yes I did..."
*Last night*
Brian and I slunk away from the front yard, both of us wet and shivering in the night air, but not from the cold. He darted through the side door of the house, leading us into a little hallway and brought me to a guest room. Before I had a chance to turn around, I heard the door close softly and the lock click into place before a pair of muscular, tattooed arms encircled my waist.
"This is much better..." he murmured against my ear, his warm breath sending chills down my spine. I melted against him, leaning my head back against his shoulder as he started kissing my neck. I moaned when he began licking and nibbling my ear lobe, grinding my hips back against him.
I felt his hand grip my hip and his growing erection dug against my ass in the most amazing way possible. He brought me forward, allowing me to lean forward and put my hands on the edge of the queen-sized bed, gripping the sheets as he pushed my skirt up and ran his fingers over my dripping wet slit.
"Mmm, baby you're already fucking soaked..." he breathed, playing with my swollen clit through the lace of my panties. I threw my head back, causing my red hair to cascade over my shoulders and back and let out a moan. Without hesitation, he slipped my panties to the side and pushed his middle finger into me, curling it so that he could hit that ultra sensitive spot.
"Oh fuck..." I moaned, my knees going weak as I felt him slide a second finger into me, leaning over me so that he could massage my breasts with his free hand and pump his fingers into me at a brutal pace. Suddenly, just before I was able to cum, he snatched his fingers out of me and stood up. I bit my bottom lip and listened to the sound of him undoing his belt and then his jeans, letting them slide to the floor. I heard the foil rip and a few moments later, I felt the tip of him teasing my entrance.
"Please, Brian, don't tease me..." I whimpered, attempting to back myself onto him, but he resisted, gripping my hip with one hand and wrapping his other hand up in my hair. With a sharp tug, he snatched my head back so that I was standing flush with his body, his manhood pressing into the small of my back, aligned with my spine. I could feel the sheer length of it, and it made my breath quicken.
"What? What do you want me to do?" He taunted against my ear, the hand that held my hip snaking around to fondle my throbbing clit. My breathing hitched and my eyes rolled back, an indistinguishable sound escaping my lips.
"I want you inside of me. Fuck me, please..." I whispered, my neck craned backwards. I was completely submissive to him, and I was prepared to give myself to him in any way that he asked.
Suddenly, without warning, he shoved my head down onto the bed and slid himself into me, his other hand guiding me by my hips. I gripped the edge of the bed, a guttural scream crawling out of my throat. He fucked me with sheer, brute force. This was no lovemaking. This was animalistic. A primal need to be satisfied. And oh, did he satisfy.
Just as I felt my orgasm rising to the surface, he planted his hand on the back of my leg and pushed it up so that I rested with one foot on the ground and one knee on the bed, my back arched and my head thrown back in pleasure. This position granted him even further access into the deepest parts of me, forcing my orgasm to explode around him. My vision blurred, and the cries coming from me were more of a growl than a moan.
"Yea, you like that baby?" He asked, slapping his hand on my ass.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed, ramming myself back against him to meet his thrusts. He gripped my hips with both hands, his fingers digging into my soft flesh, and brutally assaulted me from behind, earning more pleasurable gasps and whimpers from me as I tried desperately to keep up.
Suddenly, I felt his pace falter. "I'm gonna cum, baby," he muttered, slamming into me as hard and as fast as his oncoming orgasm would allow before he grunted, shoving my face down into the mattress and growling. I felt his body buck around mine as he spilled himself into the condom, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck. He emitted what could only be described as a snarl before I felt him thrust one more time.
I collapsed forward onto the bed, my legs unable to hold me any longer, and panted. He disappeared for a moment into the small bathroom that was adjoined to the room, and then came back with a small hand towel, wiping his brow with it. He collapsed onto the bed next to me, reaching over to gently blot the exhaustion and sweat from my face.
No words were spoken. No words were needed. My eyes fluttered shut, and a contented sigh escaped my lips before I slipped into a soundless, dreamless sleep.
ZACKY
I kicked back on the couch, holding the beer in my hand and watching the guys play Call of Duty on my 60" television. The girls had left hours ago, rather reluctantly. I guess they didn't expect us to call them ever again. But we'd be calling them. That's for sure.
"EAT SHIT AND DIE, GARDEN GNOME!" Jimmy screeched, unleashing a hail of bullets on Johnny and allowing his character no chance of survival. He tossed his remote onto the coffee table and stood, doing some insane version of a victory dance. Johnny sucked his teeth and leaned back, draining the last of his beer.
"God damn it..." He muttered, watching Jimmy do victory laps around the living room furniture. I laughed, watching Matt pick up the controller to challenge Jimmy to the next round. Jimmy finally sat back down, picking up his remote. "You sure you wanna do this, Shadz? I mean, you got your ass kicked by a girl last night at drinking. Do you really want to risk losing at your favorite game the very next day?"
"Ha ha ha, fuck you, dude. Just play the damn game," He said, laughing. Jimmy had been riding his ass all day long about the shot competition the night before.
"Speaking of a girl kicking Matt's ass, when are they coming back over, bro? I like them!" Jimmy said, staring at the screen and throwing his whole body into the game's movements.
I shrugged, standing up to throw my beer bottle away and grab another. "Whenever we want them to. I told them I'd call them the next time we were going to hang out. Why? You got an idea?" Jimmy shrugged, pausing the game. "Fuck, I'm down for anything! It's about time we had more ladies to break up this massive fucking sausage fest."
I chuckled, walking out of the living room and into the kitchen, hearing them start the game back up.
"DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK, JIMMY?! DON'T BE A FUCKING CAMPER, GOD DAMNIT!"
"Fine! Take that! ARGH!"
I pulled another beer out of the fridge, rolling my eyes at the argument that I'm sure would take up at least an hour about why's and why not's of sniper camping on COD. I heard rustling behind me and looked back to see Brian leaning against the counter.
"Hey man, what's up?" I asked, popping the cap off of my beer and leaning back against the fridge. He smirked over at me.
"I've got an idea, but it stays between you and me." He gestured between the two of us, and by the look on his face, I had a pretty good idea of where this was going.
"Go on..." I said, taking a long swig out of my beer.
He tossed his bottle in the garbage and hopped up on the kitchen counter to sit, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees so that he could lower his voice. "Remember that story she wrote about us?"
I nodded, waiting for him to continue, but the wicked thoughts had already begun to consume my head. His eyes darkened, matching the twisted grin on his face.
"I suggest we play a game."
Notes
I ran a spell checker, but if there are some grammar mistakes, I'll apologize now. I haven't been sleeping much lately (for an insanely similar situation from the show Vampire Diaries), so I didn't actually proofread.
But I hope you still enjoy it! I know I enjoyed writing it! ;D
Love this story can't wait to see how it ends.♡♡♡
8/19/16