**Zacky’s POV**

Matt was right. There would be no driving to Vegas just for a fuck. Especially for a fan. I’d wind up with a stalker and I would deserve it after a move like that. She didn’t live far, so in all likelihood I’d see her again--but it would be awhile. Studio time had its ups and downs. We’d all been glad for the time off….about three months ago. Now we just felt like caged animals, despite the fact that we were spoiled brats with everything we could ask for. Didn’t matter, the stage was where we were comfortable and the road is where we slept.



I lit up another cigarette, just wanting the excuse to sit back and think about my fuck with the cute little deathbat. She had a mouth on her, and that made me so hard. My experience in the past would tell me I loved it when girls just let me do whatever the fuck I wanted and took it with a “thank you, sir,” but not her. No. If she did it just so I wouldn’t forget her, it was fucking working. I shamelessly masturbated to the thoughts of being on that bed with her several times, wondering how the fuck I’d ever go back to the way it had been.

*

It had been a week since we’d been stalking our hookups on Instagram and I’d been a good boy for seven whole fucking days and was tired of it. Nothing good ever came from being good. After still not being able to get her out of my head, I found her again--and almost dropped my phone.

She was moving. To Huntington Beach. Well, fuck me. Literally.

Brian chuckled at me when I fumbled over my phone. He stilled his strings, “Hey, dorkface. Ya mind? We’re supposed to be writing.”

I scowled at him, wondering if Matt was paying attention from where he messed around on the other side of the room, “Dude. Violet’s moving to Huntington Beach to open her own salon.”

Sure enough, Matt came sauntering over, “Well that’s just not fucking fair.”

Brian shook his head, laughing, “Oh boy. You’re going to get all distracted by this pussy, be gone for weeks while you fuck her senseless, then break her heart, and we’ll be down a fan. Great.”

I rolled my eyes, “You’re such a drama queen, Gates. Calm down.”

Brooks hit me in the back of the head with a guitar pick, “He’s fucking right, Vengeance. Get your head outta the honey pot, Winnie.”

This just made me scowl. Whatever. A man’s gotta get his hair cut, right?

**Violet’s POV**

I sighed in sort-of satisfaction as the moving guy got dressed. Josh? Jason? Not sure, don’t care. They’d gotten all sweaty moving our stuff into our tiny little place and one of them had gotten so flirty I couldn’t resist. He’d been exactly the distraction I needed, but damn if it wasn’t nearly enough. I mean, how do you live up to Zacky effing Vengeance?

He could’ve been average, or bad, and it would’ve been a cool thing I’d gotten to do once. But nooooo. He had to be fucking incredible. Best orgasm I’d ever had. I’d never forget falling apart as those bright arms held me up.

Once the two moving guys left, Marilyn stood in my doorway--arms crossed as she shook her head at me even though I was butt ass nude, “Get him off your mind?”

“No.” I grumbled, starting to get dressed, “Whatever. Like you don’t come late at night with your favorite vibrator thinking about Matt’s fucking come in your mouth. Even I’ve never tried that move.”

She slunk up against the door frame with an eyebrow waggle, “Jealous?”

I shrugged and then giggled, “Fuck yeah, I am. That’s next level shit.”

Mar just spanked herself and walked away. I pulled my sports bra and comfy clothes back on, ready for a day putting shit away as the guys blared on the stereo.

*

Several days later we were still scrambling desperately around trying to get things ready for the opening. A flower delivery van pulled up and I ignored it, putting away supplies on shelves while my blonde bombshell saw to them.

“Violet--” She sing-songed as she read the card attached to a single rose, “‘Good luck on Monday, sexy. I’ll see you then.’ Someone has a secret admirer!” Mar skittered over to me and handed the small vase to me with a purple tinted rose in it.

I rolled my eyes, “Dammit, I bet it’s the moving guy. We did mention this place to them,” I huffed, “Just what I need, a stalker.”

“You are seriously hopeless! This is so sweet!” She smacked my arm and we started play fighting and laughing. I did not do relationships and roses led to those.

“Whatever. He was cute, but he wasn’t that great of a lay.”
“You're impossible.”
“Yep. Plan on staying that way.”

**Opening Day**

Turning on the open sign to our beautiful new business was the proudest moment of our lives. I hugged Marilyn and we jumped up and down like school kids, getting a little teary eyed. The window stick of our logo had turned out perfectly and it was a beautiful California day (unlike the last couple of weeks had been). We’d put some ads out on social media and even sprung for one in the paper, and we were delighted that we immediately had a few customers.

Soon the day was bustling--not insane, but we were both cutting, dying, and styling hair, Mar doing wonders with makeup. We’d taken many appointments over the phone for the rest of the week. Around two o’clock there was a lull where we were catching our breath and had stupid grins on our faces when the the door chime sounded.

And in walked Zachary James Baker.

I almost fainted.
Seeing as I was practically catatonic, Marilyn came to my rescue and sauntered to the counter, “Hey Zacky! What on earth brings you in??” She asked with a little bit too much insinuation to her tone. I tried to be cool and slung an arm over her shoulders with a sly smile and waited for his answer.

“This place is great, you guys did a wonderful job. Think I could get a cut and a shave?”

My heart beat so fast when he looked right at me, “Shave? Like, all of it?” It had been so long since he’d been without a beard.
He grinned and laughed, “No, honey. Just a close trim. However close you want.”

I could only smile back before leading him to the chair farthest away from the entrance to the shop. Sitting him down as I forced myself to breathe, I put the smock around him and started playing with his hair. Running my fingers through it, I met his eyes in the mirror, “You just want a trim? Same cut?” He still had this mohawk like haircut that did things to me.



Zacky looked up at me, “Which cut do you like?”
I raised a brow, “Since when do you give a shit what anyone else thinks?”
He laughed dryly, “Since I got the fuck of a lifetime with the cutest deathbat I’ve ever met a couple weeks ago.”

I grinned sideways. He was seriously here...to fuck me again.

“Oh? She must’ve really kept you on your toes.”
“You can say that again. My dick’s been hard ever since.” His green gaze was unwaveringly scorching. I heard Marilyn try and hold back a laugh from the front counter, which didn’t seem to bother Zack in the least.

I attempted nonchalance and played with his hair some more, “To be honest, I liked the long hair from this summer. You have gorgeous hair.”

He shook his head, his confidence wavering as he blushed slightly, “Really? Brian kinda holds the cards for the long hair thing. Sorry to disappoint.”

I started spraying his hair wet to trim it, chuckling, “Disappointing...you are definitely not.”
He laughed back and I changed subjects, “You guys in the studio right now?”

“Yeah…” He sighed, frustrated over something, “I didn’t tell them where I was going. They’re probably wondering where the hell I am, but I shut off my phone,” He grinned wide, “Can’t wait to tell Matty that his crush works here too.”

I stilled my scissors when we both heard her chair topple over backwards. I fought back a laugh as Marilyn recovered and ran over to stare down at Zack, arms crossed, “What?!”

Zacky’s eyes glimmered, "Something you did really caught his attention. He’s like a lovesick puppy. After the first few days, we made him stop going on about it, but I know he’s still thinking about you. If he hadn’t disabled his Instagram, he’d probably still be stalking you.”

“STILL?!?” She shrieked, looking back and forth between both of us.

“Yeah. Brian found some...burlesque photos? But after we found out you guys lived in Vegas, we tried to shrug off that day. I was a little more persistent.” His electric eyes found mine in the mirror and winked.

My bestie started pacing and fanning herself, mumbling as she walked away. I giggled down at Zack, getting back to his trim, “We might have to cut this short if I need to give her CPR or take her to the hospital.”
This made him laugh, which put me right back in the predicament of being way too wet to be at work.



He didn’t really need a haircut, which made me feel like I had all the power, so I was done quickly and soon getting out my shaving stuff. I jumped through the fucking ceiling when my ass was suddenly pinched.

I whirled around, catching mischievous green eyes and a smirk, “You got a straight razor?”

Fucking christ. That drew up all kinds of dirty things in my head….of him naked...so many things I could shave….

“Maybe. You change your mind?”
“Yes. I want you to shave my face nice and close so you can sit on it later.”

Holy fuck.

I swallowed hard and lathered his face up. His beautiful green eyes stared up at me as I carefully ran the blade over his skin over and over. There was something extremely sensual about it. The look in his eyes and how quiet we both were intensified the very air. I loved getting to concentrate so hard on every curve, every angle of his perfect jawline with the smooth strokes of the blade in my control. The way he was looking at me unnerved me past the point of sanity, and more than once he got “caught” looking down my shirt before boldly bringing those bright green eyes back up to mine. But soon he was clean cut and sitting there still confidently staring at me as I put some aftershave onto his angelic cheeks.



Taking off his smock, I followed him back to the counter, where Marilyn had composed herself, but now walked off with a wicked grin to leave us alone. Our silence was actually quite comfortable, full of flirty glances as I ran his credit card. He put it back in his wallet and the wallet back in his pocket,

“Can I see you later?” He husked.
I handed him both receipts, “I get off at 8.”

Zacky signed one, writing something on the back, and handed it to me with a wink and a smile, “Yeah ya do.”

It was his number, an outrageous tip and note, I’ll give you another tip later.

*

“Did that just happen?” I squeaked under my breath as we both watched him leave.

My bestie was equally floored. She turned to face me, eyes wide and looking straight into mine, as we were equally short little “beans” as she would say, “He’ll know where...and then he...and then I...what will...oh god…” Marilyn just kept rambling, making me feel slightly more at ease with how speechless I was.

I grabbed her shoulders and shook her, putting on my best smirk, “You’re going to go to bed early tonight, get some awesome beauty rest, wake up and feel and look like a million bucks so that when he walks through that door, you’ll have him lapping out of your hand. Got it?”

She grinned back in her naughty, siren ways, waggling her eyebrows to mock me, “Yes, ma’am.”
I chuckled and then got a little more nervous, “Me on the other hand…” My smirk fell off my face as my tummy churned.

Mar slapped me lightly in the face and I jumped two feet in the air. Now she was shaking me, "You are going to go home right now since we have a break, get freshened up, come back here extremely prepared for tonight, and then tonight you’re going to suck him off just like I did Matt.”

I raised a brow. I loved that we were each other’s cheerleaders, but…. “I dunno, Mar…”
“You can do it. Then not only will he remember that, he’ll be bragging to his bandmates.”

I rolled my eyes, stood up, and crossed my arms with a brow raise, “Is that what gets you off? Knowing Matt told the guys about your dirty little show?”

Her grin was so deliciously evil, “No, but it’s a huge plus.”

**Zacky’s POV**




I had possibly overdone it around my bachelor pad. Lit candles, fireplace lit despite, ya know, California. I’d desperately searched through my stuff until I found enough recordings of me messing around on a guitar, some with Brian, to fill up two hours...just in case.
Technically she might not even notice, but if she asked...I’d get to say it was me and see her reaction.

I’d put on my nicest silk boxers and decided to answer the door in just those. See how she liked that. Violet, however, was going for the same effect apparently.

When I opened the door, she opened her trench coat. Mother of god.

Smirking, she walked in past me, skirting her eyes down my body as I gawked at her, “Got any Scotch?” She coolly threw the coat over a chair, standing there in the highest heels I’d ever seen and some sexy as fuck lingerie.

I walked to my bar, watching her glance around at my place while standing there almost nude but with absolute confidence. I poured two glasses of Scotch that I wasn’t about to admit was $500 a bottle. Walking to her, I handed her a glass, clinked it with mine, and took a sip as my eyes stayed locked with hers over the rim. She did the same, closing her eyes and licking her luscious lips at the taste.

Violet hummed a little in appreciation, took another, larger drink and set down the glass. Sauntering to me, she put her hands at my waist and looked me straight in the face, running a finger down my cheek.

“I did do a good job…” She nibbled at my neck just under my jawline and my breath hitched. Her hands roamed over my lower back and down to grab my ass--firmly pressing our bodies together so that her breasts pressed against my chest. She moved down my neck, her suction increasing into hickey territory. My dick hardened and I groaned.

Wrapping my arms around her, I grabbed a fistful of her hair so I could pull her into a heated kiss. Damn, she was a great kisser. It was a wonderful mix of her own spice combined with letting me do my thing. Kind of like our sex.

I had a set of couches that were basically made for my….lifestyle. I led her that way, but instead of pushing her back onto one, I fell back on it with her on top of me. When our lips broke apart, I grinned sharkishly up at her, “Let me taste you.”

Her beautiful smile lit up her face and she stood up to take off her panties, leaving the bra--and the heels--on. She straddled my face and I planted my hands on her ass while I licked her wet pussy. Just like last time, she was already so wet for me and that made me so fucking hard. I seductively blinked my bedroom eyes up at her as I went down and she grabbed onto my hair, leaning her head back as she started moaning.



While I remembered her sex sounds being hot, they made me shiver with want and I did my best to make her make lots more of them.
Gripping her waist, I flipped her into a sitting position and knelt on the floor--continuing my tongue's assault on her clit and lips as I held up her thighs.

“Z-Zack--” I could tell she was close, so I slipped a single finger into her until she was just at the edge, and stopped. Immediately hovering over her, I put my other fingers to her lips.
“Shh, baby. Not yet.”
She whined as her head lolled back, “Fuck...you’re a teaser…”
“Yes, but don’t worry. I’m about to do something that will make you come very hard if you let me do it. I don’t know you, but you can trust me.”

Keeping our eyes locked, I pulled out my finger and slid it into her back door without any hesitation. She fell apart.

“Yes!” Violet moaned, so I just chuckled and got back to work. The moment my mouth touched her clit again, she screamed into orgasm as she gripped my hair.

I’d wanted to bother with more foreplay than this, but with her spread eagle on the couch like that, I just had to fuck her. I rubbered up quickly as she licked her lips--clearly wanting this as much as I did. Holding one of her thighs, I guided my cock to her entrance and took her in one clean stroke.

Fuck, she was awesome. When I started thrusting, she started taking it. And I mean taking it. Moaning because she meant it, biting her lip, messing with her hair, arching her back so her tits were shoved in the air, fingers digging into the pillows--and then coming like her goal was to alert the neighborhood.

I upped the ante, slowing down and putting her ankles over my shoulders while I gauged her reaction. She only watched me with a finger in her mouth, so I pushed inside her faster and deeper. This apparently really got to her. Her moans took on a desperate quality--practically crying and sobbing as she neared release.

Crossing her ankles behind my neck, she used it as leverage to fuck herself on my cock.

Motherfuckingchrist...She looked so hot as she beared down while she came hard--squeezing my dick so hard I almost had to leave her.

“Fuck, Violet...damn…” As much as I wanted to take her to bed, I didn't think we were going to make it. I left her and turned her over, giving her a moment as I leaned over her back and stroked her hair from her face.

“I love fucking you in doggy, Violet. One day I’ll get you to give me that ass, but for tonight I’ll just fuck you until you come again. That’ll probably be all I got, baby. You ready?”

She nodded meekly, leaned over on her crossed arms as she attempted to look back at me. I slipped into her warm tightness again, starting with slow, deep strokes to warm her back up. Apparently she didn’t need warming back up, and started pushing back onto me.

I spanked her and stilled her hips as she whimpered, “Alright, alright. Geez.” I chuckled, before going into fast, accented, deep thrusts. God, she felt so fucking good. She was making a lot of noise, which only steeled my cock further and made me go harder. I hooked a hand over her shoulder so I could hammer deeper into her.

In the midst of her moans, she quieted enough to husk out, “I wanna swallow your load, Zack.”

“You fucking serious?” My rhythm didn’t stumble, but my jaw dropped as I stared at her back. Instead of answering, she moaned louder and louder until she was coming around me again. Fuck, that was definitely it--I was done.

I pulled out with a loud moan of my own and she was sitting in front of me in a flash. The second I yanked the condom off, she was taking my cock into her skilled mouth.

“Fuck yes…” I breathed out rapidly, fingers going into her hair as I came. Her mouth and hand made sure I came for a long time and by the time she was pulling off, I’d almost lost consciousness.

Barely able to stay up on my knees, I almost fell over when she attacked me. Throwing herself into my arms, she pressed her mouth to mine. I scrambled to try and push her away when I could taste what she was doing.

For several moments we fought for dominance--hair-pulling and pushing and fingers grasping. But that only turned me on, and I gave in--accepting her totally gross kiss with a needy grunt for my own come just because it was her doing this to me. Demanding it of me.

Our arms wrapped around one another, tongues playing as we both came down off our high.

Breathing hard, I pulled away, “You didn’t swallow at all, sweetie.”
She grinned wide, eyes half lidded, “I swallowed most of it.”
I grinned back, smacking her ass lightly. Our eyes met and I gently touched her hair, “You look beautiful tonight, Violet.”

She smiled, but quickly backed off, picking up her undies and asking where the bathroom was. When she came back out, I was still wondering what the fuck I’d said. If there was any way she’d let me fuck her again, I really wanted to sign up for that. I took a deep draw on the Scotch left on the bar.

Violet walked up to me, “You sent the rose, right?”
“Yeah.”
She sighed, tossling her hair, “Something you should know about me, Zack.”
I lifted an eyebrow, which apparently distracted her for a moment.

“I don’t do romance. You wanna fuck? I wanna fuck. I love fucking. It’s wonderful.” She got a little closer, blushing and biting her lip, “Especially with you.” Her expression immediately fell again, though, “But I don’t do relationships. Just warning you.”

I laughed almost hysterically, and she put a sassy hand to her hip. I tried to get a hold of myself and put up my hands, “You do not have anything to worry about, Violet. Trust me, I’ve tried relationships and they are not for me. So we have a deal?” I lifted the brow again, just to drive her nuts, “You’ll keep fucking me?”

Her face brightened as she put her trench coat back on, “Deal.”

***

Notes

That's right. Imagine THOSE eyes while...yep. While he licks you.
I'm so mean.

Wow. Damn that took forever! I really wanted to post tonight, but I got home at 9:15 and still hadn't written the sex at the end! Wasn't done posting until just after midnight! Glad I got to finish and post, though!

Hope you guys enjoyed! ; )

How will Matty react??