Brian’s POV

Getting to the home run already? I couldn’t even regain from the hungry kiss MJ forced me into, not that I minded. I took the guitar away and placed beside her, not once breaking the kiss as she leaned back and I propped myself on top of her. Was it too late to inform Matt that I was back in the game? And I swear if someone disturbs us, I’m gonna organised the bloodiest massacre known to fucking man. My hand disappeared under her tee and moved up to cup her breast. Fuck, I hated foreplay, my dick was already ready to explode, but I knew better to not rush with this girl. I needed to be the most careful I’ve ever been with a girl. Ever. It wasn’t a simple meet and fuck I do daily, or the rough boning me and Dice has, this time I really had to make, or pretend to make love to this girl. There was no way she could miss the raging boner sticking in her thigh.

Sure I could feel the tequila in her breath and I’m not saying it wasn’t the one to talk earlier, so maybe in the next couple of hours she’d regret letting me take her naivety away, but there was no way I was stopping now. I could hear the Metallica playing outside, the best fucking band to have sex to.

My lips slid down her chin and to her neck, sucking and biting on it as she moaned her sobriety away. Why sobriety? ‘Cause I don’t believe even I would be sober after this experience. I felt her hands underneath me struggling with her pants and all my worries disappeared just like that. I was gonna get her and I was gonna get her now. A smirk took over my face as I trailed kisses all over whatever exposed skin I managed to get, before I pulled away and looked in her lust clouded eyes. That was the sexiest part of a woman. The look she gave me shortly before I slammed myself in her. Once I spoke my voice was low and husky, „Are you sure?”

She nodded, mouthing a single word. „Positive.”

That was like music to my ears. I helped her with her pants, figuring we don’t have much time on our hands and we have to return to the party at one point so I let them hang around her ankles. „We don’t have much time,”

„Then make it snappy... Skip the foreplay,”

Did she just say what I think she said? I’m sorry... what? Skip the... Well you don’t have to tell me twice. I figured I’ll make it up to her a bit later with all the foreplay and that lovey dovey shit girls liked so much and got straight to the chase. Her eyes were practically glued to my raging boner, and yet, although it was undeniable that she wanted it, there was something innocent about the way she took the whole view in of me undoing the zipper and pulling my pants down. She was blushing and that thing right there was darn well the sexiest thing I’ve seen lately. It was almost as if she was embarrassed to look at my dick. But no worries, she wanted it ‘snappy’, so no time for the look over. This was no art gallery after all.

Maybe I should’ve locked the door, but fuck... No one had time for that. Slowly I slid in her after I had teased her entrance a bit, trying to figure what was the best way to take her, fast and sorta painful or slow and tormentingly painful? Her hips pushed up slightly, indicating for the first choice. I wasn’t gentle. Never had been. And I didn’t have time to be gentle, Jimmy had a nose for this, he always, fucking always crashed my sex marathons, so I had to do this before someone has disturbed my happiness.

Only when I slammed in her I felt how wet she had been. Surprise, surprise... her back arched and I couldn’t quite figure if it was because of the pain or the pleasure. „Are you okay?” I whispered, standing still, boosting myself over her to look in her beautiful eyes. She nodded.

I picked up the right tempo by starting slow and building up the speed. She was so fucking tight that I couldn’t think straight. Fuck! Never once I’m drinking that devil’s booze ever again. The thrusts came to an abrupt stop with me panting and eying her with the biggest frown known to man. „Are you on the pill?” A bit late to ask, don’t you think? But better late than sorry. I could pull my dick out anytime and go to the bathroom to get my relief, I could live with yet another jack off session, but I sure as hell couldn’t live with the thought I had knocked this gorgeous girl up with a kid, ‘cause we all knew I wasn’t gonna stay by her side with a fucking toddler on her arms.

„I will fucking kill you if you don’t continue!” She growled. Whoa, where did that came from? But I’ll take that as a yes. I smirked and crashed my lips against hers, tasting the tequila off her as the thrusts became faster and harder. I could feel her walls clenching around me, before she pulled away a loud gasp for air, the sexiest moan leaving her lips as she shuddered beneath me, her nails digging in my skin even through the thin fabric of my shirt.

I grinned planting my lips on her neck as she twitched and turn under me, having probably the wildest orgasm I’ve ever came in contact with. A couple more thrusts and a load growl left my insides as I felt the wonderful sensation ripping apart my body, before I released myself inside her.

I crashed over her, panting heavily, „Best... fucking sex... in my fucking... life...”

Dice’s POV

I didn’t have the slightest clue where MJ had gone to, but I can’t believe she left me with Corey. He was supposed to lick his way up to her ass and make her day not sit here and see how I devour the best fucking burger I’ve had in my entire life by the way. Honestly? I didn’t even give a single fuck about what he was telling me, but I couldn’t be as rude and tell him to simply fuck off since he had gotten MJ here. I just sat there and nodded to every ‘I miss you’ and ‘I really miss you’ as I savored my greasy love. This really was the best fucking burger. I should marry Matt, I really should. He could make me burgers all day every day!

Where was that sexy little blonde? And where the fuck was Gates? I swear they had been here just a minute ago. Oh well... I licked my fingertips, rinsing the burger away with the leftovers of my whiskey coke just to see Zacky walk up to the iHome and the big ass speakers. Our neighbors are gonna hate our butts tonight, I guarantee it, but what the hell. This was MJ’s day and I was ready to go through the trouble of talking to those old hags, throwing in a couple quotations of some civil rights and property rights just to get them shut their old pie holes.

„Lucy, are you even listening to me?” Lucy? Who the fuck is—oh.

„Please don’t call me that,” Lucy died a long time ago. Well, actually not that long ago, but not to drown ourselves with the adult rated details of why I don’t use that name anymore, I’ll just say I don’t and for my own defense - it sounds like a dog’s name.

„Fine, but did you even hear a single word I said to you?” That was one intense look Corey was giving me, I can tell you that.

„I didn’t,” I cleared my teeth with my tounge, finding bits of that burger bun between them, „but if it’s something along the lines of ‘I love you, and I wan’t you back’,” oh look, a pickle! „Then I’m not sorry I didn’t.”

„Why can’t we be together?!” Finally he raged and I rinsed my mouth with the whiskey.

„First of all, I’ve already told you this – I don’t particularely like you, secondly... Well, I think I made it clear with the me not liking you thing.”

„Then why the fuck were we even together?” Hey, that was a really long time ago and that was a really dark period of my life.

„’Cause I was horny? I don’t know, really don’t remember...”

I stood up to get a refill on my wonderful whiskey coke at the exact moment when Zacky switched the song on our iHome, resulting in Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters blasting through the patio. I saw the way Corey watched me and I tried to push the memories away of this being the song we had some amazing sex to. Before I knew it, Matt had grabbed my hand, spinning around and resulting in me crashing against his chest as he started to waltz with me. What’s this? I looked up to him with a surprised smirk decorating my lips, just to see that soft, caring look to his eyes.

„Uhmm... I don’t really dance...” I objected, feeling his hands slide down my sides, relaxing over my hips.

„I beg to differ,” Oh look, the infamous smirk hadn’t gone nowhere. His naughty side was still with us, and to think I started to get worried. „You had some pretty slick moves on shaking those sexy little hips all across the bar the other night.”

I chuckled, resting my arms on his shoulders, linking my fingers over the empty whiskey glass behind his head as he guided me around the patio in the rhythm of the song. I never once had seen a guy eye me with something so pure I could only describe as a loving look. But I had to be crazy to think this sexy man was inlove with me. Rockstars were incapable of love, the word wasn’t in the manual they received in their early stages. „Just don’t fall in love with me there, big boy,” I teased. God knew I couldn’t handle love, just look at the pissed off guy behind us.

He smiled, pulling me closer so I could rest my head on his shoulder. He smelled so good, I couldn’t even describe it, but there was something... something magical about it. He smelled like Tide, cigarettes, aftershave and... danger. You know how danger smells like? Like Matt fucking Sanders. „Trust I seek and I find in you,” He hummed in my ear – my skin going in goose bumps both from his hot breath on my neck and the words spoken. „Every day for us something new, open a mind for a different view--”

„--And nothing else matters,” I whispered, raising my head up to him, forgetting for a moment that we weren’t alone and this evening wasn’t about us, but did it seem like I cared? Not one bit. I got on my tiptoes to kiss him at the exact moment when the amazing solo started. The glass fell from my hands, shattering by our feet, but did we care? Again – no. My lips parted to provide him the entrance and the next thing I knew his hands slid even lower, cupping my behind and picking me up with one swift move. I felt his dick against my crotch and I cursed inwardly for wearing those fucking denim’s and people being around us. Should start wearing dresses, a lot easier to have a quick, unnoticed fuck, just slip it up and slide it in. Easy.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them I was laying all over the kitchen island, my jeans by my ankles. Well... that was fast... But instead of taking off his own pants, his head disappeared between my legs. Oh my fucking god. „Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed, his tongue circling around my clit. My hand fell over his head and I darn well knew if someone wanted a peep-show – all options. The kitchen island was right across from the window towards the patio.

„What the—„ My eyes shot open and out of pure reflex my legs closed upon Matt’s head as I looked who was the one sneaking up on us so rudely. But of course. Fucking Gates... holding hands with MJ? Blushing MJ? Holly shit, she had her sex hair on! „It’s time for the cake, what the fuck are you doing?”

„Uhmm...” I twitched feeling Matt moving his tongue nevertheless of the fucked up situation. My voice turned out too high pitched for my own entertainement once I spoke, „can you give us a sec? Or two?”

Gates gave me the brow, before shaking his head. „Make it fast.”

And with that they left and I swear I would’ve punched Matt if his tongue wouldn’t have done those magical things to my vagina. I could only moan his fucking name out once he slipped two of his fingers inside me, curling them up, reaching for that sensitive little spot. Maybe this wasn’t proper, maybe I wasn’t supposed to be doing this, but fuck, I loved sex and I fucking loved those dirty things Matt’s tongue did to me!

I let out a loud cry, falling into that comforting blackness and throwing my head back as I arched my back. The feeling left me shuddering and I didn’t even have the time to regain once his lips crashed against mine and he let me taste my own juices. I was already reaching for his crotch, but he pulled away with a small smirk on his lips, shaking his head – no. What?

„The cake.” He explained.

Oh right... the chocolaty wonder in the form of a penis. Was there anything proper about me? No. Deal with it.

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