It was too soon... way too soon and I knew it. It's only been what? Six days since I met him? Not even a fucking week! I felt like a fucking slut... I knew that I shouldn't give in to the feeling of his lips against mine, the delicious taste of mint and Marlboros in my mouth, his intoxicating scent, or the way his hands rubbed up my back as he undid my bra and tossed it carelessly to the floor but all of my senses were being taken over by Synyster Gates.
I was definitely having second thoughts but they were being pushed to the back burner as he unbuttoned my jeans with one hand as he pushed me against my living room wall with the other.
"Brian...no," I said, shaking my head and stifling a moan as he dipped his face down and took my left nipple into his mouth.
"Call me Syn," he growled in my ear as he rubbed my pussy through my soaked panties.
"Syn... ooh!" I moaned as he slid my panties down my thighs and traced circles on my clit with his calloused finger.
"That's it, Kia... give in," he whispered as he returned his attention back to my breasts. I felt his hot breath on my nipples, causing them to harden in anticipation.
"No, Syn... it's too soon," I said quietly. I watched as his dark eyes looked up at me, his lust burning in the stare.
"Tell me to stop and mean it and I will, I don't wanna do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, Dollface," he said, still holding my gaze.
I wanted him and apparently, my mouth was silenced by human nature. He kissed my lips and pushed me harder against the wall to steady me. "Tell me you don't want me to stop, Kia," he whispered huskily into my ear.
"Syn... don't stop," said a voice that sounded like mine. I felt his hands travel down to his own pants and unbuttoned them. I reached down and pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor as well. My jaw dropped and my breath caught in my throat as I watched his tattoos become exposed to me... my eyes rolled hungrily over the ink that adorned his body. He had his dick out and was slowly rubbing it against my entrance. I let out an inhuman growl as he continued to tease me.
"What's the matter, Babe? You feel something you want?" he said as he planted kisses along my collarbone.
"Yesss," I hissed as desire built up in my body.
"Good, because I do, too," he growled as he grabbed my right leg and hiked it over his non-injured arm and pushed into me to the hilt. I let out a deafening moan but he fucked me until I was silent. Apparently the cast was cramping his style because he grabbed my other leg and hiked it over his cast, using only the wall for support.
"Oh, Syn! You feel so good!" I moaned as I reached my hand between us and rubbed my clit.
"Fuck yeah, Kia! Rub that fucking pussy, Babe!" he said, releasing my right leg so he could grip my neck with his free hand. It didn't take long before I felt my pussy begin to pulse around his thrusting cock. He fucked me hard and I loved every fucking minute of it.
"Fucking scream for me, Kia... scream my fucking name!" he demanded and he continued to mercilessly ram into my pussy. I came completely undone.
"Syn!" I screamed as he ravaged my body... my pussy groped him, enticing him to follow me to ecstasy.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Kia, I'm about to fucking blow," he groaned, letting that be my warning as he thrusted in to me a final time, filling me with his cum.
He was breathing as hard as I was. He pulled out of me and sat me unsteadily on my feet, holding me upright until I regained balance. His cum dripped down my thigh.
He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. "I am so sorry, Kia," he whispered, kissing my neck.
"What's wrong, Brian?" I asked, concerned... did I do something wrong?
"That wasn't how I pictured it," he began, making my heart sink... it was me. "You deserve better than this... a quick fuck against a wall," he finished, making me feel a lot better.
"It's okay, Baby, you can make it up to me...Take a shower with me and feed me!" I said, stripping the rest of his clothes off.
We all have our thoughts of what we would do to that celebrity if we only had the chance. Mine were: 'If I ever got a chance with Synyster Gates, I would 1) memorize and trace every tattoo of his with my tongue, 2) find out firsthand if his long fingers were that talented with anything other than his guitar, and 3) find out if he tastes as good as he looks.'
I traced his tattoos with my tongue, all right, and that was what started round two in the shower. I found out that his fingers worked just as well on me, if not better than his guitar, hence, starting round three in my bed. Finally, I found that he tastes even better than he looks (though I didn't think it was possible), therefore, possibly starting round four on my couch.
"Shit, woman! You're trying to fucking kill me!" he hissed through clenched teeth as I ran my tongue along his shaft, looking into his dark eyes. I groaned at his taste as I licked the precum from the tip.
"I'm just taking advantage of the time I have with you," I said before wrapping my mouth around the head and slowly making my way down.
"Ah, fuck! What do you mean?" he asked as I began to bob up and down on his cock, making loud, slurping noises. I shook my head to indicate that we'd talk later and that I was busy at the moment. He groaned words of encouragement as he began to thrust to meet my decent, shoving himself down my throat. Before long, his dick got rock hard in my mouth and he held my head in place as he filled my waiting mouth with his seed with a loud groan. I swallowed it all and crawled into his lap, savoring the memory of his taste. "You are fucking something, Kia," he said breathing hard.
"...and his name is Synyster Gates," I replied, kissing his neck. He chuckled deep in his throat and held me against his chest. I was fucking exhausted and he was as well. Soon, the growling of our stomachs, his in particular, reminded us of what we were supposed to be doing.
"Do you still wanna go to Denny's?" he asked, holding his stomach.
