The show had long since ended and Tara and I had briefly stopped in at our hotel room to shower, redo our makeup and change into clean, non-sweaty clothes before heading back out. Enigma Bar on Hindley Street was the go-to place after a Metal show. It was the only Metal bar in town and one of the few places I'd ever party in when I was in the city. So very few places played the music I enjoyed.

“Cheers” I said, clinking my Jack and Coke against Tara’s Vodka and Raspberry.
We downed our drinks and Tara sighed contentedly. “Man that was an awesome show…”
“I’m sad it’s over” I frowned, spinning the ice in my glass around with the straw.
“And Brian winked at you!”
“I know!” I sighed.
Tara suddenly gasped, her eyes growing wide as she looked past me. “Well, speak of the Devil and he doth appear.”
“What?”

She discreetly nodded her head toward the door of the bar, and I turned around.
Johnny, Matt, Zacky, Brooks and Brian had entered the establishment. A few squeals sounded from around the room, and I watched as four girls raced toward them, all gushing over what big fans they were, phones at the ready for selfies. I rolled my eyes, turning back toward the bar and taking another sip of my drink.

“You’re not gonna say Hi?” Tara asked.
“No.” I snorted. “Let them breathe a little, they just played a show.”
“Other people are saying Hi.”
“Because other people have no respect for personal space.” I laughed. “Let them deal with those little fangirls, and have a drink or two, and then we’ll talk to them.”

Tara sighed, but was unable to argue against my words. She knew I was right. I’d always prided myself on not being absolutely pathetic around rock stars. I fangirled just as much as the next person, but I did it much more discreetly. We watched as they dealt with the squeaky girls, passing them and finding a table to sit at.

They finally managed to peel away, and ordered a few drinks at the bar, before starting up a game of pool at a table near us. We watched quietly, trying not to make it seem too obvious that we knew they were here. A smirk spread across my face as Brian bent over the table in front of us as he took a shot, his jeans tightening around his almost non-existent ass, which somehow still looked fine as hell.

“Perve.” Tara sniggered.
“Shut up, like you’re not staring at Matt’s guns.”
“So what if I was?”
“Then you’re no better than me.” I teased, poking my tongue out.

Brian was at the other side of the table now, and he looked up as he heard our laughter, instantly recognizing us from the Meet and Greet earlier. He took his shot and sank a few balls, before straightening up and sending a smile our way. I nodded in his direction, acknowledging his presence and returning the smile, before sliding off my chair and making my way toward the bar for another drink.

“What’re you drinking?” a deep voice sounded behind me.
“Jack and Coke.”
“Make it two.” Brian said, addressing the bartender.
“You don’t have to do that.” I smiled.
“I don’t, but I want to.” he grinned, passing me my glass.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Shivers ran up my spine as he gently placed his hand on my lower back.
“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked.
“You guys were awesome, as always.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Just awesome?”
“Amazing.” I giggled, rolling my eyes. “Better?”
“Better.” he smirked, his hand moving to my hip as he drew me closer.
I drew in a quiet breath as his touch sent tingles down below, raising my head to meet his gaze.

My knees almost gave out as I became highly aware that his face was just a breaths distance from mine. Those deep brown eyes, so very much like my own, were so intense. It was a miracle I was even able to meet them without fainting. My eyes dropped to his lips as he licked over them, wanting so badly to know how they tasted, but knowing I had to restrain myself.

“You seem nervous.” he chuckled softly, his breath tickling my face, and I felt the vibrations in his chest from how close we were.
“I might be.”
“Why?” he breathed.
I don’t know what made me say it, but the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them; “Because I really wanna kiss you right now.”
I’d expected him to pull away at my words, but instead, his lips pulled into that seductive smirk that had always set me on fire. “So kiss me.”
“Not here.” I whispered. “Too many eyes.”
“Wanna get out of here, then?”
My chest rose as I drew in a deep breath; “Fuck yeah.”

He downed his drink and I went back over to my table to grab my bag. Tara’s eyes widened as I approached her, having seen everything from afar.

“Score.” I smirked, winking at her. “I’ll see you later, don’t wait up.”
“Lucky son of a bitch.”

I left first, waiting outside for a moment or two before Brian emerged. He hailed down a cab, and we both got in before too many people started to notice who he was. Brian sat in the back with me, his hand on my leg, ever so discreetly ghosting his fingertips over my inner thigh. I fought as hard as I could not to moan, his touch felt too damn good and was already building up the heat between my legs…

***

Brian lifted me onto the TV unit in his hotel room, his lips connecting with mine in a searing kiss. All the breath left my lungs as I let him part my lips, eagerly capturing my tongue with his own. I moaned against his mouth, my fingers burying themselves in his hair, each caress of his tongue against mine sending fierce sparks down south. I gasped as his lips left mine and he slipped my jacket off my shoulders, peppering my collarbones with kisses and running his tongue up my neck.

"God, this is so wrong."
"Shut up." he hissed in my ear. "You're legal, at least."
"I'm 25, so yes." I giggled as he nibbled at my earlobe.
"What the fuck are you doing with me, then?" he whispered, his lips ghosting along my jaw as his hand traveled from the other side of my jaw, over my shoulder and down to my hips, hiking up the bottom of my shirt.
"I like older men, clearly." I breathed, my eyes rolling my back into my head at the pure ecstasy of his touch against my bare skin. "And you're Synyster fucking Gates, do I really need to spell it out for you?"
"Say it again." he growled, twisting my hair in his hand and tugging on it, forcing me to look at him.
"Synyster." I whispered, a smirk forming on my face, loving the way the name rolled off my tongue.

He slipped the black camisole off my shoulders, casting it to the ground, and ran his thumb over my bottom lip, lust burning deep in his eyes. I slid my arms around his neck, meeting his lips again as I slid his jacket off, letting the expensive leather fall to the floor with a heavy thud. My hands grasped at his shoulders, drowning in how good he felt, ten times better that I had ever imagined in my own private fantasies.

I trailed my fingertips over his collarbones, licking my lips as I eyed off the "REV" part his chest tattoo, and leaning forward to run my tongue over the exposed skin, trailing it up his neck, playfully licking his lips. He growled low in his throat and I bit my lip as the sound turned me on even more. I reached out to unbuckle his belt, but he stepped away.

"Uh-uh." he chuckled. "Not yet, Sweetheart."

He unzipped my shorts and tugged them down my legs, leaving me in just my bra, panties, and fishnet tights. When I'd lost my shoes, I couldn't remember. I was mildly tipsy and everything felt dreamy, which only made it better. Brian took my hand, leading me over to the bed, pulling me over his lap and gently caressing my ass. I cried out in pleasure as he spanked me, smoothing his hands over the sting, before striking the other side.

"You know I'm married, right?"
"That adds to the fun of it all-" I was cut off as he struck me again.
"Whore." he breathed.
"Do I look like I give a fuck?" I giggled, gasping as he struck me once more.
"Oh, you will, when you can't walk tomorrow."
"Worth it." I breathed.

He slipped his fingers through the holes in my tights, pushing my panties to the side. I felt my juices coat his fingers as he trailed them along my entrance, my breaths coming out shaky when he ran his fingertips over my clit. I squirmed, and he spanked my ass again.

"Please." I breathed.
"Does that fucking turn you on?" he purred, slipping his ring finger inside me, stopping right where his wedding band sat, the metal cold against my core. "Knowing that I'm married? And we shouldn't be doing this?" His middle finger circled my clit. "That I shouldn't have my fingers inside you, teasing you, making you wet?"
"Yes." I moaned.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Syn."
"I'd take Sir, but Syn is fine by me." he chuckled.

He tugged off my tights and let my panties fall to the floor along with them, spanking me harder, over and over again, until I could feel my juices begin to run down the insides of my thighs. I'd never gotten this wet for anyone, and the whole forbidden'ness of the situation only made it ten times more thrilling. Besides, he was a grown man, he was in charge here, he knew better. It benefited me that he didn't seem to care. Who was I to complain?

"They don't call you Synyster Gates for nothing, right?" I giggled, as he pulled me into his lap.
"That is true." he whispered, nibbling at my neck as his hands slid around my back, finally doing away with my bra.
"And if it makes you feel any better." I breathed, as he caressed my breasts. "I haven't fucked anyone in a really, really long time, and you're part of the reason why."
"Is that so?"
"I'm tired of fucking Boys." I purred, looking down at him as he licked my nipples and dragged his teeth over them, one at a time, making them harden. "I wanna fuck a Man for a change."

With that, I grasped the bottom of his shirt, and he raised his arms, allowing me to lift it over his head. Dear god, he was beautiful. I'd seen his body plenty of times in photos, but nothing compared to this. He was finally starting to get his arms back, his biceps bigger than they had been in years. Even the slight beer belly was gone, and the ghost of abs to come were visible where it had been.

"Someone's been working out." I smirked.
"Tour life, Horny Wife, Baby, in my mid 30's. Gotta stay fit, or someshit."
"I'm sure you do." I giggled, pushing him onto his back. "And by the way, you're not the only sinner here." I purred, kissing my way down his stomach. "I know better, but here I am." I whispered, kissing and biting his hips, making him squirm. "You may be the Beast, but I'm the Harlot." I giggled.
He chuckled at my reference to his band's song, lifting his hips so I could tug his jeans off.

I eyed off the huge bulge straining against his boxer briefs. Every part of me wanted to tear them off and ride him into the sunset, right now. But I was going to savour every moment of this. Brian let out a heavy sigh as I massaged him through the fabric, my free hand caressing his inner thigh. I watched his chest rise and fall, his breaths getting deeper and deeper the longer I tortured him. It was a beautiful sight.

"You gonna take those off, or do I have to do it for you?" he chuckled.
"Maybe I like teasing you." I smirked.
"You'd probably enjoy sucking my dick a lot more."
"What makes you think I'm gonna suck your dick?" I questioned, crawling over him and leaning down so my breath tickled his face.
"Because you've got that look in your eyes, I know you want to."
"For you, Baby, I'd do anything." I purred, licking over his lips before scooting back down between his legs.
"Good girl." he whispered, watching as I slowly tugged his boxers off.

Dear god, Yes. Apparently Matt wasn't the only one in the band who had a giant cock. Or so I'd heard, anyway. Looking up into his eyes, I licked my way up his shaft, and he gathered my hair up in his hands, holding it out of my face. I slowly swirled my tongue around the tip, taking it into my mouth and sucking lightly every few moments.

Brian growled as I began to massage his balls, gathering up spit and coating his length. His grip on my hair tightened as I brought my lips back to the tip, flicking my tongue over the slit, the tiniest amount of pre-cum beginning to leak. I lapped it up, savouring the taste and thanking whatever cosmic force there was that his cum didn't taste disgusting.

I took him into my mouth, and began to bob up and down his length, edging him a little further each time, gradually tightening my lips around him. Relaxing my throat, I edged him deeper, rubbing my tongue along the underside of his shaft, until my lips finally met the base of his cock.

I began to deep throat him, making him moan and tighten his grip on my hair once more. All the buildup was driving me crazy, and my core ached for him, but I knew it'd be worth it. His heavy breathing urged me to speed up, and not long after, he was grasping the sheets tightly, groaning deeply as he came. I swallowed everything he had to give, relishing the warmth as it slipped down my throat.

"Damn." he breathed, as I crawled on top of him.
"Good girls swallow." I smiled.
"Indeed they do." he purred, kissing me softly. "Your turn."

I giggled as he flipped me onto my back, wasting no time in scooting down and pulling my legs over his shoulders. I ran my fingers through his hair, smiling as his eyes met mine, watching as he flicked at my clit with his tongue. Within moments I was panting, all the buildup making me insanely sensitive to his touch. I groaned deeply as he slipped his fingers inside me, reaching down to grab his free hand.

His guitarist fingers were pure magic and a thousand times better than I had ever imagined. Every stroke of his fingers, and his tongue against my clit had me seeing stars. And god he looked beautiful, his once-again long black hair a beautiful mess that only made me lust for him more. I brushed my fingers through his dark locks, my heart fluttering as he continued to pleasure me. He could stay down there all night if he wanted.

"Oh fuck." I moaned, arcing my back as I felt myself coming closer to the edge.
"Come for me, Babygirl."

And then I was off the mattress, my hips bucking, riding out my orgasm as his tongue dived inside and lapped up my juices.

"Fuck yes, Daddy." I panted.
"Did you just call me Daddy?" he cocked an eyebrow as he crawled over me.
"Shit, I guess I did." I laughed, covering my face with my hands.
"It's kinda hot."
"Really?" I asked, still feeling incredibly embarrassed for letting it slip.
"It's odd, but..." he smirked.. "Daddy Gates, I like that."
"Good, 'cause that's what I call you in my dreams." Hell, if he liked it, may as well be completely honest.
"Oh, really now?" he purred, rolling over onto his back and pulling me on top of him.

He was hard again, I'd never met a guy who could get it up so soon after blowing his load, but Brian was just full of surprises. I leaned down and took his face in my hands, kissing him slowly, sensually, the way I always dreamed about kissing him. His hands went to my hips as I began to grind against him, letting out a deep breath as I leaned into his neck and bit him.

"Not too hard, Baby." he whispered. "Don't leave evidence."
"I won't." I purred, nipping at his flesh.
"Fuck." he groaned, digging his nails into my hips. "Ride me."

I pulled away from his neck, meeting his gaze as he lined himself up with my entrance, groaning as he sank into me. He guided my hips as I rode him, and I smiled down at him, stroking the side of his face. I laid a hand on his chest to steady myself as I sped up a little, throwing my head back in pure bliss as my pleasure began to build once more.

His hand went to the back of my neck and he pulled me back down, crashing his lips against mine with a heated passion as he dragged his nails down my back. I moaned into his kiss as I felt the sting, not giving a shit about scars, wanting his mark left on me. Nobody was waiting at home for me, and for one night, I was with the man of my dreams. I wanted something to remember it by, even if only for a little while.

He sat up, wrapping his arms around me, staring into my eyes as I continued to ride him. The sounds of his throaty grunts and the way he bared his teeth in pleasure only added to my own. I whimpered and threw my head back once more, pushing his face against my chest, letting him bury his face between my breasts. A particularly loud cry escaping me alerted him to how close I was, and he flipped us, pulling me up on all fours and wrapping his hand around my throat, tightly.

"Come for me, Baby." he growled in my ear, pounding into me.

I screamed as I came, my mind going blank as he met me in similtanious ecstasy. He grasped my jaw and tilted my head upward as he kissed me, slowly pumping into me until he had nothing left to give, and I thanked the heavens for birth control. Brian collapsed beside me with a sigh, pulling me into his arms.

"Fuck, that was fun." he chuckled.
"So much for settling down." I teased.
"Hey, what happens on tour, stays on tour."
"Fine with me." I grinned.
"But I wouldn't mind doing this again next time I'm in town."
"Come find me." I winked, leaning up to kiss him softly.

Notes

Hey, a girl can dream, right?

I know this would never happen in real life, so I figured why the fuck not just fantasize about it in writing? I don't condone cheating, it's just fiction. It's just fantasy. Just enjoy the smut, and don't make a fuss about it, kay? It was probably subconsciously inspired by American Satan, honestly, I've watched that movie waaaay too many times already. - If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about. And if not, WATCH IT.

And also, yupp, another fic where I let the word "Daddy" slip. I'm not a Little, it's just like saying "Sir" or "Master" to me. That's it.

That's it for this one
Hope ya'll enjoyed xx