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I Am Your Lust

Heater For Your Thighs

**Zacky’s POV**

“Dude, you ate her out after you came in her? Gross.” Christ shivered in disgust.



Shadz picked him up and threatened to throw him in the pool before plopping him back in his seat, “Fuck yeah I did. She let me first,” He started counting on his fingers, “Come in her mouth and she showed it to me, then she let me come all over her back and ass, then told me next I could give her a pearl necklace. I will fucking worship that pussy in each and every and all conditions, including after she’s let me come deep inside it.” He winked and snapped his fingers, very happy with himself.

Just hearing about it made me squirm, thinking of what awesome shit Violet would let me do to her next. I’d have to come up with some seriously dirty stuff to keep her impressed. I wasn’t worried--I’d done just about everything within the law at least once...and some things outside the law.

“Vengeance, you strike out already?” Brooks teased, snapping me out of my daydreams.

“She’s not up for anything serious, thank fuck, so I suggested we see each other tonight--instead of jumping all over last night, unlike hey-lets-get-married-right-now.” I chuckled.

Matt punched me in the arm way harder than necessary, “It was a fucking joke, dickwad.”



Brian joined in, a wide grin on his face from where he grilled lunch near us, “I think the lady doth protest too much.”

“And my fist thinks you talk too much.” He chortled, trying to make it seem like a joke, “She’s kinda starstruck right now, I just need her to know I’m actually interested in dating her.”

“Have you stopped fucking her long enough to tell her this?” Our drummer laughed.
Matt scoffed, bragging, “Barely. I’m trying, though. Unlike Zacky,” The singer deflected, “Who refuses to admit he’s interested in a girl.”

I leaned back in my chair, putting my hands behind my head, “Hey, just because she’s an easy as fuck and amazing lay, doesn’t mean I’m for real interested. Ya know, other than with my dick. Why on earth would I turn this down? We just want different things, man. You wanna walk down the aisle, and I wanna fuck the bridesmaid. Nothing wrong with either of those things.”

Shadz just shook his head, laughing it off, “So what’s your plan tonight? Other than being a manwhore.”

I flipped him off, answering, “Toys.”



Brian gave me a sideways glance and flipped a burger, “Nice.” Now he just smirked, “What kinda toys?”
I gave him an intense look for asking, “Back door toys.” This earned me a bunch of “oohs” from all of them.
“Ballsy. She given any indication she likes it in the ass?” Johnny crossed an ankle over his knee.
“I’d say my finger already has that answer,” I wiggled my middle finger with a grin and they howled with laughter. I checked the time on my phone and turned towards Matt, “What the fuck time do they close? God, why do they have to be open on Saturdays….” I grumbled.

Matt grumbled as well, “Seven.”

Damnit, I’d no doubt have to jerk off...again...before then if we kept talking like this.

**Vi’s POV**

“You gonna make it, hon?” Marilyn chuckled at me.

I paced and fanned myself despite the fact that the A/C was on and it wasn’t hot in the shop. Just in my panties, “No. I’m going to vanish in a puff of Zacky lust.” I groaned. I was in a mood. My sex drive was already sky fucking high, but when I ovulated I turned into an uncaged beast that had embarrassing encounters and did things no sane woman would do. Maybe tonight I could actually pull off Mar’s porn star move. I’d chickened out last time--not that I regretted it.

“I’ve seen what you can do when it’s, ya know, your time dear. Maybe you should stay home.” Her perfectly make-upped eyes told me she was serious despite her joking tone. She was probably right. I had weird urges during these couple of days and I didn’t want to ruin what I had with Zack. Then again, maybe it was just the edge I needed to keep him interested. Damn, I was so fucked. In both ways.

“Just...do me a favor...keep your cell near? I might call you for advice.”

She arched a brow and scoffed, like I had just asked the most unlikely favor ever, “Fine, but if I’m getting fucked into next week, I’ll still answer but I doubt I’ll give any sound advice.”

That was a laugh I needed. I shook my head with how right she was. Just then my phone dinged again.

My cock is so fucking hard for you. I have some surprises for you, hope you’re ready.

“Fuck! Could you not?!” I yelled at my phone. My bestie just rolled on the floor laughing at me. He’d texted a few times throughout the day, being an unbelievable tease. I’d tried to keep up, but my game was so-so due to being overly distracted by outrageous hormones. This time, though….

I just came so hard thinking of your cock fucking me like last time. I keep toys at work and just went for it in the back room, I was just too horny. Now I’m pretty sated. Maybe next time, rock star. See you tomorrow, maybe?

See how he liked that. I didn’t have to wait long for a response. A pic.

I swallowed hard as it downloaded for a split second. Marilyn could see my face pale and ran over.
“Girl. You’re fucking that? Skol.”

A dick pic. A glorious, awesome dick pic. Nothing in it was identifiable as him (unless one knew, like I did)--no hands. No tatts. Just his very hard cock up against his abs with his come fucking everywhere. I whimpered.

“Alright, already. Get outta here, before you just start dripping on the fucking floor!” Marilyn spanked me playfully. Which I did not need.
“You sure?”
“We don’t have any appointments. There’s only a couple hours left. Just go!” She giggled.
I kissed her forehead hard, “I owe you!!”
“Yes you do!!” Marilyn pushed me out the door.

I sped over to Zack’s place, eyes peeled for cops as I was going way too fast. I purposely hadn’t responded to his pic, I just planned on showing up. Once at his door, I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself--overnight bag slung over my shoulder. He was going to fuck me all night and all day tomorrow whether he wanted to or not. I leaned seductively against the door frame and rang the bell.

Zack’s green eyes lit up with surprise when he opened the door. I started so he didn’t have to, casually walking in like I owned the place.

“Hope you don’t mind. I left a little early.”

Without skipping a beat, he walked up behind me and pushed his crotch into my ass and I could hear the smirk in his voice, “That pic of my rock hard cock after I jerked off this morning thinking of you made you that hot, huh?” He husked.

When I tried to turn around, Zacky just wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled my body to his, my back to his chest. His hand moved south until it was cupping my sex over my jeans. His deep chuckle in my ear just furthered my situation, “You’re soaked, honey.” He started moving his digits, “Too bad you won’t get to come anytime soon.”

*

He’d given me a word what had to have been half an hour ago. I refused to use it, but it was the worst and best hellish angelic torture I’d ever been through. He hadn’t actually restrained me, but had put me in my place on his bed and any time I tried to move he used force to keep me there--a move I made him make several times because it made me so hot.

Zack had teased my pussy until there were actual tears on my cheeks, and then put a clit clip in place to make sure I didn’t come. Then he’d undressed and played with his cock for a little bit as I begged and said some pretty shameful things I wish I didn’t remember. Then, he’d tied my knees together, put me on my side, and played with my ass until it was full of a toy I immediately decided had to be the best toy ever invented. I came dangerously close to orgasm countless times, but he’d always cause me just enough pain to back me off. Despite that the pinches to my nipples or hard swats to my ass caused desire to course thickly through me, they always ripped me out of bliss just long enough to keep it at bay. He was extremely skilled at this and I started to worry about what I’d say to him so I could come. I was desperate.

Vengeance pulled out the toy and I whimpered. He untied my knees and softly kissed all over my body, before finally kissing my cheek, caressing my hair, “What do you want me to do to you, Violet? I’ve teased you long enough that you’ve earned whatever kind of fuck you want. Ask, and you shall receive.”

I desperately needed to excuse myself and give Mar a call, because I was sure I’d regret what I was about to ask for.

“Can you...come twice?” I asked, my voice breathy.
“I can probably manage that if that’s what you need.”
I looked up at him, my cheeks flaming and blinking my lashes, “Push me knees to my chest and fuck my ass until you come. Then fuck my pussy til you come again.”

I breathed out in relief with his sharp intake of breath, “Goooood choice, honey.”

Zacky rolled a condom down his shaft and separated my knees, pushing me onto my back and then my knees back enough so he could comfortably get to my tighter hole. When he took me, I struggled just barely--wonderfully--as the toy he’d used was so perfect.

I was arriving full force at that beautiful edge, when a hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed, “No, baby. You don’t get to come until I’m in that wet pussy.”

What?! This wasn’t fair!! He said I could come! My body shook uncontrollably and he pinched my nipple hard. The move made my kitty clench hard, but distracted my body enough so that I wasn’t coming. Zack twisted his grip and then go, his hips thrusting fast. His eyes fluttered closed as he pounded into me--not having to care about whether I came or not since I wasn’t supposed to.
Maybe if I was quiet enough and didn’t clench around him--

Dammit, that was impossible. I started to come again and he felt it. This time he pinched my clit and I yelped. God it was right there. Right fucking there. It was as if someone breathed on me, it would send me over the cliff into the wonderful waterfall of bliss.

“Oh, god, Violet…” Zack moaned into orgasm, his dick pulsing inside my ass. Man, was I put out. I kinda had a thing for anal, but if I didn’t get to come, what fucking good was that?!

Breathlessly, he grinned sideways as he changed out condoms, “Alright, sweet cheeks. Now you get to fucking come for me. Wake up the fucking neighborhood. Let ‘em know Zacky’s the fucking king.”

The guitarist stroked himself to make sure he stayed hard, and slowly entered my begging, soaking wet, quivering, teased to the limits, kitten.
“Zack--”
“Yeah, honey. Scream it off the fucking walls.” He immediately picked up the pace until he was fucking down into me hard and deep and fast. His stamina had me enthralled to no end--his teasing had no doubt turned him on as well and he was still going for gold. Zacky’s skilled hands were pressed to my knees as he fucked, my fingers were digging so hard into my own thighs they were probably drawing blood.

“Zacky! I’m coming, baby, coming so...fucking...yes!” And I wasn’t lying. This was it. A moment I’d waited for since I’d started masturbating at god knows what age and having sex at 17. A moment Marilyn had teased me for not having until now. Finally.

I was a panting, sweaty effing mess as the waves of electricity surged through me. The ball of heat built and burst, Zack’s cock working it out of me as it spurt out all over his dick and lower abs.
“Fuck…” When he felt it, his hips stuttered and he came, too.

When he pulled out, I curled up into myself--rolling onto my side away from where he’d collapsed onto his back. It was so intense and my build up so strong, my shoulders shook as I cried a little.

“Woah, honey. I didn’t mean to hurt you. That looked like a good thing. Violet?” Zack scooted up against my back and soothed a hand over my side. My hands were plastered to my face--I just needed a moment.

Eventually, I wiped my eyes and tried to give a light laugh, looking up at the guitarist so he’d know I was okay. His wide, scared green eyes were so full of concern it threw me a little. I sighed and tried to explain. I settled on my back so I could look up at him.

“Zack...if you..hadn’t noticed, I have a um, healthy sex drive.”
His smirk was sexily deep as he swept a hand over my hair, “One I quite enjoy, dear.”
“Well...you’ve had me--twice--at normal. This...is me when I, um, ovulate.”
“You know that?” He questioned.
“Yeah. I get...insanely horny. Even more than normal. It drastically interferes with my life. Like, I don’t know if I’m normal kind of shit. Then...I come here after you’ve sexted me all damn day, and you fucking tease me.” I bit my lip as I met his beautiful green eyes again, “I’ve never ejaculated before, Zack.”

“Wh-what?!” He scoff laughed before fist pumping himself, “Alright! I mean, it was awesome, right?” His childish grin that overtook his cherub cheeks was so adorable.



I sighed a nodded, “Mar’s always teased me that I had never, since for her it’s fucking normal. Bitch,” I rolled my eyes, but then smiled, “It was everything I’ve always dreamed it would be, Zack…”

He raised a brow and played with his plush lips in that tic that he had, “Good. You certainly earned it after what I did to you. I’d apologize, but….”
I was finally able to smile, running fingers down his sweaty chest, “Definitely don’t…”
“So...why were you crying?”
“Honestly? I’m not sure. Just that intense, I guess…” I shrugged, realizing I was probably making his head way bigger than it should be, “I feel so much better…” I sighed dreamily.

He snickered, running his fingers over my ass, “That took an insane amount of self control. I didn’t think I’d make it. But that sure was fun.”

I could only nod. As much as I wanted to stay up and explain further, sleep was a heavy, heavy blanket that I just wanted to wrap around me at the moment….

***

After a good nap I woke up somewhere around 10. I gave my eyes a second to adjust to the darkness and found Zack leaning up against the window pane, looking out at the night as he sipped a glass of amber liquor. For a moment I just had to take him in. He only had boxers on, so the way he was standing really showed off his shoulders and his back tattoo. He wasn’t the picture of physical fitness like their singer, but I found I preferred him exactly the way he was. Just like he’d put it himself once: more of him to love. Or in my case...fuck.



When I stretched, it made just enough noise to alert him that I was awake. Without turning, he husked, “There’s a robe on the bed if you’re cold. Although you should put it on anyway unless you want to get fucked again.”

There was something a little dark in his voice, like the night had brought out a different creature. I slipped on the robe and padded over to the window once I’d grabbed a full glass of water. I chugged it as I looked out at the flickering lights of HB with him, the ocean at night absolutely breathtaking.

“But you get to stand there shirtless? Not sure you understand how this works.” I didn’t turn to him, either.

“‘Fraid I’m not anything special shirtless, honey. But thanks.” He sounded flat, bordering on sarcasm. I turned to comment, but he’d already turned away, headed to the bar.

“Can I get you something?” Zack asked emptily.

I fought back the urge to say “how about your dick” and opted for Scotch. He brought me a glass and leaned on the window, glaring down at me.

“See you brought an overnight bag. Awfully presumptuous for a woman not looking for a relationship.” He sipped his drink, his cold eyes not wavering from mine.



I shifted my body just right so that he could most likely see down the V in the front. I didn’t let him phase me, and shifted my gaze to the ocean, “I’m insatiable, Zack. Especially right now. If you can’t handle fucking me through the weekend, that’s fine. I’ll find someone else.”

“That’s really all that bag’s about?” It’s like he didn’t believe me.

I scoffed. What the fuck else would it be about? Giving him an annoyed look, I walked over to the bag, got out a can of Readywhip and headed back his way. Shaking the can, I untied the robe and let it fall open without taking it off.

As I outlined the top of his deathbat with whipped cream, he only watched me--his eyes dark and his hands at my hips.

I licked at one wing, pausing in between licks, “Some girls...like Mar...prefer the tall, built alpha...some girls...need big muscles and towering shoulders...I...however...just need you, Vengeance.” I looked up and kissed him before going back to the wide tattoo as he grunted, “I prefer the attitude. The blatant disregard for social convention. The most colorful tattoos of your group that are as unique as you are.” I finished licking the other side of the other wing and looked up at him from under my lashes, curling my fingers into the back of his mohawk and tugging gently, “Your ability to fuck me without all the nonsense.”

When he grabbed for me, I pushed him up against the window and shook the can again. Biting my lip, I put a dab on each mask and leaned over to lick those off--attempting to make a point that I didn’t care if they weren’t displayed on rock hard abs. They were on him, that’s all that mattered. Dropping to my knees, I met his gaze as I pulled down his boxers. He was already at half mast as I coated his head with some of the creamy mixture.

Zacky leaned back against the pane, moaning lightly as I sucked off the whipped cream, working just his head in and out of my mouth. I put more on his shaft and he twitched as I teasingly licked it off. I put down the can and started taking all of him, his dick pushing against the back of my throat at the end of each stroke. I added a hand and his went into my hair, barely pushing at the back of my head. Damn, I wanted to suck him off so badly, but I also needed to get fucked.

When I stood up, Zack panted and whimpered, “Fuck, Vi, you don’t just start something like that…”
I handed him a condom, “Fuck me against the window.”
This seemed to change his mind as he smirked down at me, a sideways grin on his face as he took the protection from my fingers. Rounding behind me, he leaned me over and swept the robe out of the way.
He ripped it open and started rolling it on, “You are a horny little fucker. I fucking love it.”

The lefty lightly swatted my asscheek before he stuffed me full of his cock. I pushed against the window, leaning into the rhythm he started without taking it over, “Z-Zacky….” I groaned. I was already close, so when he reached around and stroked my clit, I shattered into orgasm.

“Fuck, I love the way you come. Ah, god...if only you hadn’t just blown me...fuck…” He went hard and deep for several more strokes before he was coming with a grunt. My toes curled into the floor as I shuddered into another one with him. Zacky slowed down through the aftershocks before falling out of me, giving my ass another appreciative spank when he was done with me.

I turned around and gave him an arched eyebrow just to tease him as I tied my robe closed again.
“Don’t give me that look...bit of advice with me: you want me to last don’t give me head.”
“Noted.”

We stayed up drinking for a little while longer, ending the night with a crazy long foreplay session that ended with drunken, crazy sex I barely remembered. I couldn’t wait to spend the whole next day fucking the guy. I hoped my bestie was having at least half as much fun as I was.

****

Notes

You can all thank my co-writer for my new use of the word "kitty/kitten", obviously, haha.

How long can Violet and Zack just fuck?

And when will Matt and Mar cool down long enough to have a conversation? Hehe, we'll see!

Thanks for reading and please comment y'all!

Comments

@violetshade
Count. NOW.

Misery Misery
11/8/19

@Misery
Now that sounds like fun.... I mean, oh no!! ;)

violetvictoria violetvictoria
11/2/19

@violetshade get your gorgeous ass back here woman, before I make you COUNT your spankings...

Misery Misery
11/1/19

Well @violetshade... What did he leave on the mirror?

Misery Misery
10/17/19

Oooooooo! I wonder what message he left for her!

Nicole Nicole
3/2/19