Broken Arrow

Night had fallen and everyone had come over to Mine, Brian and Johnny's hotel suite for a little post-video shoot party. Matt and Johnny were playing pool whilst Trixie watched. Demi and Jimmy were in the hot tub with the lights dimmed down, very likely doing far from G-Rated things. And Kiki, Zacky, Brian and I were taking full advantage of the suite's built in bowling lane.

"Put it down, Cuntbag." Brian teased as I struggled to lift a pink bowling ball. "How many times do I have to tell you, you're too weak to lift the pink ones?"
"Screw you." I scowled, allowing him to take it off me and hand me the lighter, orange ball.

He caught my eyes, smirked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and my breaths grew heavy. Using my ball, he bowled the first round of the game, immediately getting a strike.

"OHHH YEAHHH" He screamed, taking a swig from his beer. "Excellent start."
"Don't get cocky." I teased, taking my shot, resulting in a split.
"Ohh, that's rough."
"Shut up." I took another shot, and knocked down the pin to the left.
"Not my fault you're not amazing at handling balls." He laughed.
"And it says a lot about your sexuality that you are." I retalitated.
"Touche, touche"

"Alright Ladies, play nice." Zacky chuckled, taking his shot, knocking down all but one pin. "Damn."
"It's okay, it's my job to be great at handling your balls, not yours." Kiki joked as she crept up behind him, ducking down to grab his crotch from between his legs.
"Hey!" He protested. "Company!" He took another shot and knocked down the remaining pin, and then turned to kiss Kiki.

Watching from the bar, I glanced down at the cocktail in my hand. Despite the few kisses Brian and I had shared now, I was still feeling pangs of jealousy watching displays of affection between others. I glanced over at Brian, who made eye contact and held my gaze as he took another swig from his beer. I licked my lips and felt my breathing get heavy again.

"Brian, you're up." Zacky called as Kiki finished her turn, breaking him out of our gaze.

He bowled a Split.
"Ohh, that's rough." I mocked him.
"Shut up." He scowled, grabbing another ball and knocking down one of the remaining pins.
I took my shot and scored a strike. "AND THAT'S THE WAY THE COOKIE CRUMBLES, BITCH!" I teased, striding past him.

I discreetly patted his bum before taking my seat back at the bar. As Zacky lined up his shot, Brian walked over to me. He put his free hand that wasn't holding his beer on the side of my chair and leaned in close.

"Don't get cheeky with me." He murmured, keeping his voice low so the others wouldn't hear.
"Why?" I flirted. "What're you gonna do about it?"
"Keep testing me, and you'll find out." He growled.
I leaned into his ear, ensuring my lips brushed against it as I whispered. "Maybe I wanna find out."

He drew away, wide-eyed, as he walked away to take his next shot...

***

Everyone had gone back to their respective hotel suites, and Johnny had crashed out about an hour later. My luck had been short-lived, and Brian had won the game, Zacky in 2nd place, Kiki in 3rd, and me dead last.

"Seems I spoke too soon." I grumbled.
"What was that you told me about not being cocky?" Brian teased, dumping his empty beer bottle in the trash.
"Fuck you, Haner." I scowled, rinsing out my cocktail glass and setting it aside.

I walked out of the kitchen, heading in the direction of our bedroom. Fast-paced footsteps sounded on the floorboards behind me and I whipped around just in time to catch Brian as he approached me. My hands grasped the fabric of the grey t-shirt he still had on from the videoshoot earlier, his eyes met mine, my chest heaving with each breath I took.

Bad Company's "Ready For Love" played in the background as he lowered his face to mine and caught my lips. I kissed him back, hungrily, and he pressed harder against me. My hands went into his hair and entangled themselves in his teased and hairsprayed locks. I gasped as he reached under my thighs and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist a little too eagerly, and he stumbled, the both of us falling to the floor of the bowling lane.

He landed on top of me, and I was far too intoxicated to register the pain from the fall. We both chuckled, and his lips met mine again. I brought my legs up on either side of him, moaning into the kiss as he began to slow grind against me. Our tongues challenged one another, fighting for dominance, but I let him win.

His hand dropped to my thigh, kneading his way up, resuming it's path from earlier. His lips left my mouth and he began trailing kisses down my jaw, down my neck, to my cleavage. I cried out in pleasure as he bit the exposed skin of my left breast, burying my fingers in his hair and pushing his face against my chest. I felt that familiar warmth begin to pool between my legs.

His hand found it's way under my skirt, and brushed against the outside of my underwear, right between my legs. I gasped at his touch, squirming beneath him. He did it again, harder, and began to massage my clit through the fabric. I swallowed hard and let out a low cry of pleasure.

"You want it?" He asked, his tone seductive.
"Please." I whispered.
He pushed my panties to the side and ran one finger over my slit. "Oh, you are dripping."
"Shut up." I panted. "Just do it."
"Do what?" He teased, bringing his face up to mine again.
"You know what."
"Say it." He smirked. "Say the words."
"Touch me."
He ran his finger over my slit again.
"God." I groaned, arcing my back. "Please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

His guitarist fingers slipped inside and teased me with experise, and I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to mine. I bit his lip, making his part, and curled my tongue around his again. He brought his thumb to my clit as he kept on, massaging it in slow circles, curling his fingers inside me. I moaned against his mouth and writhed in his arms.

My pleasure began to build and I broke the kiss to moan into his shoulder. I grasped the arm he held himself up by, drowning in the feeling of his muscles in my hand. My free hand found its way under his shirt, my nails lightly dragging down his back as he kept going. A low growl erupted from his throat.

"Fuck." He breathed.
I began to move against his hand as he brought me closer to the edge. "Fuck, Syn..." I whispered.
He stopped. "What'd you just call me?"
"Syn." I smirked, biting my lip.
"Oh, you wanna play that game?" He teased. "You wanna be pleasured by a rock star?" He smirked.
I nodded, licking my lips.
"Say it again." He spoke. "My full name."
"Synyster Gates." I giggled.
"Good girl." He kissed me.

His lips brushed against my jaw, moving down to my neck, where he bit me, and I sank my nails into his back. He groaned and kissed his way down my exposed cleavage, before scooting down lower. He reached up under my skirt, curling his fingers into the sides of my underwear and pulling them off slowly, teasing me.

I put my legs over his shoulders, and he held my legs apart by my thighs. My skirt was obscuring my vision, and I felt a wave of warmth between my legs as I eagerly awaited his next move. He chuckled breathily, and then I felt his tongue against my clit, flicking over it in swift, soft motions. I reached down to bury my fingers in his hair and brought him closer.

His tongue trailed downward, licking all the way up my slit, tickling my clit, and repeating the process. I squirmed, and he tightened his hold on my thighs so I couldn't move. My eyes rolled back into my head as his tongue finally dived inside me and began to explore and tickle the sensive nerves.

"Fuck." I whimpered.

He reached up with one hand and I grabbed it, locking my fingers with his. I felt him laugh between my legs as I moaned and writhed in response to his actions, and the feeling of his breath against me only added to my pleasure. I lightly tugged on his hair and pushed him harder against me, riding his face.

My breath caught in my throat and my mind went blank, a loud cry escaping my lips as he sent me over the edge. And yet, he kept on going, dragging it out, making my body jerk as the waves of pleasure ripped through me. When there was nothing left, he brought his lips to mine again, kissing me slowly, deeply. I whimpered as he pulled away, and he smirked.

"You enjoy yourself?" He asked.
"Fuck yeah." I chuckled, playing with his hair.
"So much for not wanting me." He teased.
"What happens in Vegas-" I began, but he cut me off.
"Stays in Vegas."

His lips met mine again...

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