Drenched In Syn

I'd been nervous as hell to tell Brian about the secret fantasy that had run through my mind for weeks, but it was beginning to disrupt my day-to-day life. I couldn't concentrate at work due to my mind wandering into fantasies that were far from G-rated. So I finally bit the bullet, and sat him down one night to confess my unusual desires. I'd watched his face transition from intrigued, to puzzled, to shocked, until finally, his lips curled into that seductive smirk, excitement dancing behind his eyes.

"And you're sure?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"More than sure." I breathed, chewing on my bottom lip.
"I'm not gonna tell you when, or where." he purred, sliding his hand across the table and taking mine. "If this is what you want, then I want it to be authentic, I wanna take you by surprise."

***

I'd had one too many shots and my vision was blurring, damn Mira and her love of Tequila. But being the Birthday Girl, she made the rules. We'd been at Johnny's for hours, having met up in the early evening, and drinks had been on the house. - It paid to know the bartender. Mira had made damn sure it was an all-girls night, and things had gotten wild, it was all-out Coyote Ugly up in here.

"Open wide, Envy!" Mira cried, standing atop the bar, forcing my head back as she poured more Tequila down my throat, straight from the bottle.
"Fuck, Mira!" I groaned, my throat hoarse. "I'm gonna need to be carried out of here at this rate."
"I'd slow down." Johnny frowned, watching as I buried my face in my hands, leaning against the bar for support. "You don't look so hot."
"I think I just need some air, but you may be right, I should call it a night."
"Get home safe." he nodded, handing me my bag which he'd let me stow away behind the bar.

"Oh hell naw, Fuckhole, you're not leaving!" Mira protested, slinging an arm around my neck.
"Oh yes I am, Happy Birthday." I laughed, prying myself out of her grip. "Goodnight."
"PARTY POOPER!" she screeched as I walked away.



Rain was rare in California, but tonight, water poured down in sheets, turning the roads into rivers that shone in the moonlight. I tugged my hood up over my hair and began to make my way down the darkened streets. Empty, save for a car passing by every so often, and only the sound of rain for company.

Turning into the back streets just a block or so away from my apartment, I began to hear what sounded like footsteps behind me. Daring a glance, a hooded figure loomed only a few metres away, and I quickened my pace, readying myself to run if they came any closer. The footsteps quickened, matching my pace, and I began to feel my heart beat in my chest.



I turned down a dark alley, probably not the ideal path, but this was the quickest route home. The footsteps stopped, and I turned to look behind me. A strong arm wrapped around my shoulders and dragged me into the shadows. I cried out as the stranger slammed me into the wall, and pain shot through my shoulder.

"Quiet!" he spat, and my heart flipped in my chest as cold metal pressed against my throat, right under my chin.
"Let go of me, creep!" I hissed.
"Shut your mouth!" he snapped, striking me with the pistol.

It hurt, but not as much as I had expected.

"Should've known it was you." I chuckled, recovering from the blow.

The stranger tugged down their hood, and Brian's brown eyes met mine in the darkness, illuminated only by the street lamps. He kept the fake pistol at my throat as his lips curled into a smirk, the rain beginning to drench his hair. And despite the cold, I felt warmth rush between my legs.

"Should've known better than to walk home alone at this hour, Envy." he husked, dragging the gun down my chest. "You don't know who's out there."
"Why don't you shut up and show me what you're really packing." I teased.
"Don't talk back to me!" he spat, striking me once again.
My breaths grew heavy as I turned to face him once more, piercing his eyes as I cracked my jaw.
"You fucking love that, don't you?"
"You gonna keep talking?" I challenged, a small smile spreading across my lips. "Or show me how tough you really are, without your little toys?"

Brian drew the pistol away, and I gasped as his hand wrapped around my throat, eyes rolling back into my head as he squeezed tightly. His lips crashed against mine, showing no mercy as he bit my lip so hard it drew blood, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I groaned deeply as he kissed me hard, burying my fingers in his now soaking wet hair, grinding against him and feeling the bulge in his pants.

"Fuck me." I panted, breaking the kiss.
"Don't tell me what to do, you're not the one in control here." he growled, grasping my jaw painfully as his eyes seared into mine. "Understood?"
"Yes." I breathed.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Syn."
"Good girl."

He yanked down the zipper of my hoodie, tugging it off my shoulders as he buried his face in my neck, and I whimpered as I felt his teeth sink into my skin so harshly I knew it would bruise. His hands traveled down my sides, slipping beneath my shirt, sopping wet from the rain, and I shivered at his touch. A clicking sound met my ears, and suddenly, Brian's pocket knife was at my throat.

"More toys?" I smirked.

He narrowed his eyes, lips set in a firm line as he pressed the knife closer to my throat. This time, it wasn't a prop, and I felt a little sliver of blood trickle down my neck. His knife trailed downwards, and he lightly dragged the tip over my exposed cleavage, leaving a thin trail of crimson in its wake before the rain washed it away.

"Such a shame to cut such beautiful skin." Brian whispered, trailing the knife down between my breasts. "But we could do without this..."

His blade cut through the fabric like butter as he tore my shirt open. My body shivered as the cold rain hit my exposed skin, and my chest rose and fell with my heavy breathing. Brian discarded the now destroyed shirt, and then once again, his blade was at my throat as he reached around my back to unclasp my bra.

He flipped me so I was facing the wall, and forced my hands behind my back, zip-tying them together before turning me to face him again. He pocketed the knife and his fingertips grazed along my hips as he wrapped his lips around my nipples, sucking and biting. I threw my head back, feeling the rain roll down my face as I moaned in response.

He quickly unbuckled my belt, popping the button of my jeans and pulling down the zipper. His hand slid beneath the soaking denim, and I gasped as his fingertip grazed my clit. Brian's eyes grew wide as he met mine, caught off-guard by the fact I wasn't wearing panties, and his smirk returned as he slowly shook his head.

"You knew I was coming."
"No." I giggled. "I was gonna surprise you when I got home."
"Well consider me surprised." he chuckled.
"You gonna sweet talk me all night, Gates?"

I whimpered as his fingers penetrated me without warning, wasting no time in curling upward to where I was most sensitive. I responded exactly as he wanted, crying out as his fingers explored me, skillfully teasing me. Those guitarist fingers were pure magic. My feet slipped on the wet gravel as I squirmed, and he caught my hip with his free hand, sinking his nails into my skin as he steadied me.

"Fuck." I croaked.
"Seems you're wet inside and out." he growled, dragging his teeth over my bottom lip, still bleeding from before.

He locked eyes with me as I continued to pant and moan in response to his actions, and I melted looking back at him. With his long dark hair dripping wet in his face, and the rain making his purple tank cling to his chest in all the right places, he reminded me of Matt Tuck in Tears Don't Fall. It was a beautiful sight.

"God, you're beautiful." he breathed.
"Speak for yourself."

Brian withdrew his fingers from inside me and tugged my jeans down around my ankles. Quickly freeing himself from his jeans, he lifted me into his arms, pressing me against the wall. I cried out as he slipped inside me with total ease, all his teasing having made me insanely wet, not just from the rain.

"Holy shit, Syn." I moaned, relishing how good he felt inside of me.
"Nothing Holy about it, baby." he chuckled, picking up his pace and grinning with pride as I moaned even louder.
"Fuck!" I cried, my eyes rolling upward as I threw my head back.

If I weren't restrained, I'd be raking my nails down his back. Instead, his nails dug deeper into my thighs the faster he pumped into me, making me see stars. Blood still slowly trickled down my breasts from where his knife had grazed me earlier, and Brian lapped it up with his tongue. The man was a total animal, and I lived for it.

The thought of any random stranger walking down this alley to find me stark naked against the wall, with Brian furiously pounding into me only added to the thrill of the situation. The fact he'd picked tonight of all nights, when it was pouring down with rain, hadn't been part of my initial plan, but I knew I wasn't going to forget it in a hurry.

"Fuck this." he growled, pulling himself out of me and whipping me around just long enough to cut me free of the zip tie before slamming me back against the wall.
"Thank you." I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifted me once more, clinging on for dear life.

I pulled his face to mine and crashed my lips against his, forcing my tongue into his mouth as I kissed him hard. He responded eagerly, dominating the kiss as he pounded into me even harder than before. I saw stars behind my eyelids, moaning into his mouth until it became too much to bare.

"Fuck baby!" I cried out, breaking the kiss.
"Come for me, Envy." he growled, one particularly aggressive thrust shifting me up the wall, slightly grazing my back.

The mix of pleasure and pain drew me over the edge and I screamed as I came, clenching hard around his dick. Brian began to shake in my arms, looking absolutely gorgeous as his eyes rolled back into his head, his jaw clenched tightly as he reached his own release. His thrusting slowed as he rode it out, making me whimper softly as we both came down from our high.

"Damn." he sighed, gently pulling himself out of me as he set me back down.

He picked up my hoodie from where it'd fallen from the ground, and wrapped it around my shoulders, rubbing my arms to try and work some warmth back into my skin. The rain continued to fall, but I no longer felt cold. Sex warmed you up, Survival 101. He pressed his lips to mine in a gentle, loving kiss, smiling as he drew away.

"Sorry about that..." he frowned, eyeing the scratches he'd left on my chest.
"I'm not even mad." I giggled. "I liked it."
"Of course you did." he chuckled. "How did I get so lucky as to score a kinky-ass girl like you?"
"Because you're a total freak like me." I smirked.
He grinned in response, wrapping his arms around me. "C'mon baby, let's get you home and warm you up."
"I'm already warm, but I could go for round two." I winked.

Notes

Yeah, I know, I'm fucked up, I need Jesus. But I was staring at the old photo shoot A7X did with Metal Hammer back in 2005 and lusting over Brian with that gun to his throat.



I got way too turned on, and this happened.
Yes, it's strange, I have weird taste.

Hope you enjoyed!! xx