Eddie's Song
Eddie's Song
Author: Moi
Fandom: Son Of Dork
Pairing: Dave Williams/Eddie
Prompt: Dave Williams: Pride
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine... yet
Notes: AU, obviously
This is the longest single part fic I've ever sone, and it's been in the works for months now. Obviously, it's primary inspiration is the song of the same name
Dedications: antontobias86, imyournobody and the usual others.
I'd waited for this day for so long. Eddie was finally touring again and this time I was able to be among the screaming fans that waited outside for him. I was one of the few guys here and I was lucky enough to get to the front of all the mad fangirls which, quite frankly, scared me. But it would be worth it.
Eddie was a god.
I'd modelled myself on him, my hair was the same shade of blonde and I used the exact same bleach he did. My eyeliner was the same make, my clothes by the same designers. I used the same hair care products, the same shower gel. I even had a pair of the infamous leopard print thong that he constantly worn.
Everyone said I looked just like him, I'd even been mistaken for him a few times, but every time I did I told them I wasn't him, just a very... crazed fan. I loved him. He was the most attractive person I'd ever seen and I vowed to have him. I'd look in the mirror and jack myself off visualising I was him. I dreamed of the day I'd be with the real him and I knew it would come. Although the tabloids were plastered with his conquests and supposed spawn, there were rumours and mutterings, especially in gay magazines that he had as many guys as he did women, if not more.
Plus they were pictures on the internet (if, of course, you knew where to look) of him making out with his bandmates, especially with the little midgetty one. With the dark streak. Him.
So, I knew I had a chance.
I watched the stage doors intently, awaiting his entrance (well, more accurately exit), as did all the others here. The doors then opened and out came, flanked by security guards and the rest of his band, Eddie. It amazed me that the few fans that actually gave a crap about the band were by the doors, calling them by name and practically yanking them over. Of course they stayed with their adoring fans and I even saw one of them being lifted over the barrier, presumably to be dragged away to hotel rooms for... well, I didn't want to think about that, mostly because I didn't care. What I cared about was Eddie and he was heading this way.
He was wearing a dark, striped shirt, with half the buttons open which exposed his perfect chest. A few necklaces were around his neck, a few bracelets and bands around his wrists. He wore dark jeans, a belt with a star-shaped buckle keeping them up, but his shirt covered most of the belt. His fly, however, was only half done. Three guesses what he'd been up to before he came out.
He waved at fans, sometimes swaying to one side of the walkway to sign things, pieces of paper, cd covers, chests, whatever was put in front of him basically. I clutched what I had for him to sign, a simple notebook. I decided it was better then bringing anything else, which would only get torn or squished by the mob surrounding me.
He came towards me and my heart leapt into my throat. A sly smile was playing on his lips as he approached. "I never knew I had a twin." He smirked, snatching my notebook from my hand.
"W..wo, it's really..."
"Yeah, it's me." The same smirk danced on his lips, his thick accent pronouncing every word. "You got a name?"
"D...Dave."
He grinned, scrawling on my notebook. Most other people he'd signed things for hadn't gotten him for this long, so I just considered myself lucky. "Enjoy the show Dave?"
"Yeah, it was brilliant.." I smiled, trying to see what he was writing. By Eddie's standard's he must be writing an essay.
"Glad you enjoyed it." His tongue slide acrross his lips, his brow slightly furrowed in what appeared to be concentration. "You're from Wales too, that's awesome man!" He grinned, his period of concentration finished. He flipped my notebook closed and handed it back. "See you Dave." He waved and went off to sign more things.
"See you..." I whispered, not bothering to speak any louder, as he was already out of earshot. Deciding it was time to leave I pushed my way back through the crowd, finally leaving the mob and heading toward the car park. I flipped open the top of the notebook, a page of Dave's writing scrawled over the once blank page. It was a note.
Hi, Dave
Glad you had a good time. I think you're really sexy and hot and fit and I'd like to get to know you better. Come by to the the Palace Hotel and wait outside room 409. I'll be there in an hour. Be there.
Dave X
"Wow..." I breathed to myself, reading the words again, unbelieving.
--
The hall outside his room was not how I expected. There were no whorey fangirls (or fanboys for that matter) queued around the floor, waiting for tgeir turn with him. There was no security guards outside his door. In fact, there was no one in the hall at all other then me. For a moment I thought I was on the wrong floor, but I double checked the door number and it was 409. I leaned against the wall, awaiting his arrival.
I heard the lift doors open and turned in it's direction. Out he stepped, looking as gorgeous as ever, a few more of his shirt buttons undone then before. He grinned at me, gazing at me lustfully. "Hi Dave, glad you could make it." He pulled out a key card from his jeans' pocket and swimped it through the door's lock, kicking it open. "After you."
I nodded and managed to get myself moving into the room, taking in the sight of it. It was clearly expensive, with a large, wide screen tv and an even larger bed. The floor was covered various random articles, mostly clothes and bottles. There was a fairly clear path from the doorway to the bed and from the bed to the bathroom. "Nice place..."
He shrugged, having gotten around me during my scan of the room. "It does, I guess." He pulled me towards the bed, pushing me down onto it. He mounted the bed, picking up a bottle from the floor, which was half full of a white liquid I assumed was milk, on his way.
"What is that stuff anyway?" I gazed at him. "You're always drinking it, what, have you got some deal with milk?" Hearing my words sounded ridiculous but hell, some people were sponsered by pepsi so...
He grinned down at me, a twinkle in his eyes. He drank some of it then wiped his mouth, before offering me some. "Taste it and see." He said, with a knowing smirk.
I took the bottle and placed it to my lips, downing some of it. Damn! It definately wasn't milk. My expression must have clearly shown my reaction as his smirk widened. "Good isn't it? I get fresh off..." He clicked his fingers in thought. "The little one... and the Billie-Joe wanna be. Oh and sometimes the other two as well." I laughed inwardly, even he couldn't remember their names. He took the bottle from my hands and downed the rest, then gazed down at me, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Someone's overdressed."
He reached down, ripping my shirt open, revealing my chest to his hungry eyes. I heard some of the buttons fly off, bouncing off the various bottles on the floor but I didn't care. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue pushing it's way through my lips and entering my mouth. I closed my eyes in pleasure, our tongues twirling around each other. I felt his hands run down my body, one of them cupping my sizable bulge that had formed there and giving it a not-so-gentle grope. I moaned against his lips as his hand unzipped my fly, then disappeared inside my jeans. I let out soft gasps as his hand slide inside my thong, his fingers wrapping around my erection and slowly started jacking me off.
His lips left mine, long enough to purr out. "Mmmm nice and hard, that's good." He smirked and his hands pulled open my jeans, feeling my thong-covered crotch to his eager eyes. He left my lips again, staring down at my leopard-print thong. He left my lips and glanced back down, purring. "Mmm you have good taste." He pulled my thong down, my hard cock slapping against my stomach as I did so. "And you look like you taste good." He grinned and moved to my ear, sucking on my lobe and purring again. "And I'm going to find out."
His tongue snaked out, licking from my ear down my neck gently. He stayed there, nipping my skin lightly making me moan softly in pleasure. He bite into my skin harder and I knew he would leave a mark, a love bite that would reveal to the world that I was his. He trailed his tongue down my shoulder blade, moving to lick down my chest, his bleached blonde locks tickling my chin on it's journey. He licked to my left nipple, taking it in his mouth and circling it with his tongue before taking the newly-hardened nub between his teeth and nipping gently. I moaned in pleasure as he left it and moved to my right one, giving it the same treatment. "Ohhh...." I purred softly in pleasure, all of his attentions making my cock leak more. He seemed to notice to, speeding up his actions as he trailed his wet tongue down my toned stomach, dipping inside my belly button as it did so. It slide along my treasure trail, continuing it's path to my cock.
He licked his lips and peered up at me, lust clouding his eyes. His eyes then flickered to my throbbing erection, which caused him to lick his lips. He kissed along my thighs, moving down slowly to my soft, wrinkled sac. His tongue flicked out, trailing over my balls before he clamped his lips around them sucking and licking at my soft nuts. He pulled back slightly after a few minutes, letting his tongue run up the underside of my aching shaft. I watched his actions, moaning breathelessly, not quite believing what was happening. Eddie closed his mouth around the head of my erection, his tongue lightly twirled around my head several times before he slid fully down my length, his nose buried in my curly, dyed pubes. His head bobbed up and down keeping his lips tight around my hard length. One of my hands clawed at the bedsheets, the other having found a place in his hair, urging him on. His tongue lapped gently at my underside as his hands, which had moved to my thighs, were thumbing my balls. I gasped in pleasure at each action he did, my moans filled with pleasure and lust. I knew I was close and I tangled my fingers in his hair tighter. "God... Eddie... closee.." My words only seemed to spur him on, his tongue speeding up and his lips tightening even more. I tipped my head back, letting out a sound between a wail and a moan and climaxed, filling his warm, wet mouth and throat with my seed. I felt him slip off my length only when I finished cumming.
I gazed down at him through half lidded eyes, panting softly as he licked his lips. "I was right, you do taste good." I shivered at his words as he crawled up my body, planting his lips firmly on mine. His tongue pushed open my lips, pushing itself inside, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. His hands ran over my body, before one of them dipped down and pushed my jeans the remained of the way down my body. He pulled back and licked at my lips, his eyes glazed. "I'm going to fuck you."
He stood up and I whimpered at the loss of contact, something that he clearly noticed. He pulled open the remainer of his shirt, shrugging it off so it fell to the floor, exposing his chest fully. He reached for his belt, undoing the star buckle quickly, then he undid his fly. I watched hungrily, my heart fluttering in my chest and my dick rehardening as his lower half came into view. He stood there, with nothing on but his jewellery and his famous leopard-print thong, his hardness clearly struggling to get out of it.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband, then, very slowly, pulled them down. He first revealed his sticky, shiny head, then the rest of his firm, pulsing shaft. I could feel myself drooling as he pushed the thong down, exposing more of his hard meat for my hungry eyes. As soon as he revealed his low hanging balls he speed up, shoving the thong to his feet. He approached me, his tongue running over his lips. "Put your knees to your chest."
I nodded, scooting down to the bed and raising my knees to my chest, exposing my ass for him.
"Good. Good boy." He smirked, stroking my soft cheeks, running a finger along my crack. "Tell me Dave, are you a virgin?"
I gulped, this was a question I'd been dreading. I bit my lip pondering what to say in response, whether to lie or tell the truth. He pressed his finger deeper into my crack and breathed against my ear. "People that take this long to answer that question..." He pressed his finger against my ring as he spoke. "Are always..." He licked his tongue against my ear lobe, then rammed his finger inside me, making me squeal. "Virgins." He grinned, wiggling his finger within my tightness, quickly forcing in a second making me yelp louder. "Well, soon you won't be." He started scissoring his fingers within me, not wasting any time. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll see stars." I moaned at his words, squirming beneath him.
"Please..." I whispered softly, pleading desperately for his hard knob to be ramming inside me. "Please shag me..."
"So eager..." He purred, rubbing at my inner walls and slipping in a third finger. "You've probably only used your little finger, a vibe at most.." He leaned down, licking my ear. "This.." He groped his cock. "Is the real thing." He slid his fingers out, gripping my ass cheeks and holding them open. "But if you feel you can handle it..." I nodded as he pressed the head of his throbbing erection against my streached hole. I chewed on my lower lip as he thrust his hips forward ramming his hard, thick shaft inside my virgin hole. I let out a silent scream that was a mix of pleasure and pain. He reached up, stroking my cheek gently, his dick fully inside of me. "Are you ok Dave?" I bit my lip harder, managing to nod. "Good." He slowly pulled out, then thrust back inside me, making me yelp softly. His hands ran over my body, circling my nipples gently and moving down my chest. With every thrust of his hips the pain gave way to pleasure and I breathy moaned his name. He seemed to hear me as the next thing I knew his lips were on mine, his tongue pushing it's way through my lips to twirl inside my mouth. One of his hands wrapped around my cock, pumping it in time with his hard thrusts. I closed my eyes in pleasure, trying to memorise every detail to remember later, snapping my eyes open when he purred into my ear. "You're such a good lay Dave." I let out a low moan of pleasure at his words. "So tight... so warm..."
"You feel.. amazing..." I managed to gasp out, my hands caressing his chest as best I could, my fingers circling his hard nipples. My tight hole clenched around his rock hard shaft and he bite hard into my neck, growls of pleasure escaping his throat. His hand jacked my cock faster, his tongue dancing over my neck. I gasped in pleasure with each of his touches, knowing I wouldn't last much longer. "You... are the best I've ever had..." And, at those words, my back arched, my ass tightening even more as I creamed hard over us both, my spunk splattering over both our chests. As I regained my breath, his face twisted in pleasure as he too came, his seed flooding my tightness.
He collapsed beside me, panting heavily, his bleached blond hair hanging over his face. "Dave..." I gazed at him intently, purring as his tongue licked at my chest, lapping up my cream. "How do you fancy, being my..." His eyes gazed at me, filled with lust. "Groupie."
I nodded wordlessly, knowing there was no way in hell I could refuse something so good. A smirk crossed his face and he licked my cheek lightly. "I had a feeling you would." His lips crashed on mine and we lay there making out until our lips parted, sleep taking over us both. In one night, all my dreams had come true.
Author: Moi
Fandom: Son Of Dork
Pairing: Dave Williams/Eddie
Prompt: Dave Williams: Pride
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine... yet
Notes: AU, obviously
This is the longest single part fic I've ever sone, and it's been in the works for months now. Obviously, it's primary inspiration is the song of the same name
Dedications: antontobias86, imyournobody and the usual others.
I'd waited for this day for so long. Eddie was finally touring again and this time I was able to be among the screaming fans that waited outside for him. I was one of the few guys here and I was lucky enough to get to the front of all the mad fangirls which, quite frankly, scared me. But it would be worth it.
Eddie was a god.
I'd modelled myself on him, my hair was the same shade of blonde and I used the exact same bleach he did. My eyeliner was the same make, my clothes by the same designers. I used the same hair care products, the same shower gel. I even had a pair of the infamous leopard print thong that he constantly worn.
Everyone said I looked just like him, I'd even been mistaken for him a few times, but every time I did I told them I wasn't him, just a very... crazed fan. I loved him. He was the most attractive person I'd ever seen and I vowed to have him. I'd look in the mirror and jack myself off visualising I was him. I dreamed of the day I'd be with the real him and I knew it would come. Although the tabloids were plastered with his conquests and supposed spawn, there were rumours and mutterings, especially in gay magazines that he had as many guys as he did women, if not more.
Plus they were pictures on the internet (if, of course, you knew where to look) of him making out with his bandmates, especially with the little midgetty one. With the dark streak. Him.
So, I knew I had a chance.
I watched the stage doors intently, awaiting his entrance (well, more accurately exit), as did all the others here. The doors then opened and out came, flanked by security guards and the rest of his band, Eddie. It amazed me that the few fans that actually gave a crap about the band were by the doors, calling them by name and practically yanking them over. Of course they stayed with their adoring fans and I even saw one of them being lifted over the barrier, presumably to be dragged away to hotel rooms for... well, I didn't want to think about that, mostly because I didn't care. What I cared about was Eddie and he was heading this way.
He was wearing a dark, striped shirt, with half the buttons open which exposed his perfect chest. A few necklaces were around his neck, a few bracelets and bands around his wrists. He wore dark jeans, a belt with a star-shaped buckle keeping them up, but his shirt covered most of the belt. His fly, however, was only half done. Three guesses what he'd been up to before he came out.
He waved at fans, sometimes swaying to one side of the walkway to sign things, pieces of paper, cd covers, chests, whatever was put in front of him basically. I clutched what I had for him to sign, a simple notebook. I decided it was better then bringing anything else, which would only get torn or squished by the mob surrounding me.
He came towards me and my heart leapt into my throat. A sly smile was playing on his lips as he approached. "I never knew I had a twin." He smirked, snatching my notebook from my hand.
"W..wo, it's really..."
"Yeah, it's me." The same smirk danced on his lips, his thick accent pronouncing every word. "You got a name?"
"D...Dave."
He grinned, scrawling on my notebook. Most other people he'd signed things for hadn't gotten him for this long, so I just considered myself lucky. "Enjoy the show Dave?"
"Yeah, it was brilliant.." I smiled, trying to see what he was writing. By Eddie's standard's he must be writing an essay.
"Glad you enjoyed it." His tongue slide acrross his lips, his brow slightly furrowed in what appeared to be concentration. "You're from Wales too, that's awesome man!" He grinned, his period of concentration finished. He flipped my notebook closed and handed it back. "See you Dave." He waved and went off to sign more things.
"See you..." I whispered, not bothering to speak any louder, as he was already out of earshot. Deciding it was time to leave I pushed my way back through the crowd, finally leaving the mob and heading toward the car park. I flipped open the top of the notebook, a page of Dave's writing scrawled over the once blank page. It was a note.
Hi, Dave
Glad you had a good time. I think you're really sexy and hot and fit and I'd like to get to know you better. Come by to the the Palace Hotel and wait outside room 409. I'll be there in an hour. Be there.
Dave X
"Wow..." I breathed to myself, reading the words again, unbelieving.
--
The hall outside his room was not how I expected. There were no whorey fangirls (or fanboys for that matter) queued around the floor, waiting for tgeir turn with him. There was no security guards outside his door. In fact, there was no one in the hall at all other then me. For a moment I thought I was on the wrong floor, but I double checked the door number and it was 409. I leaned against the wall, awaiting his arrival.
I heard the lift doors open and turned in it's direction. Out he stepped, looking as gorgeous as ever, a few more of his shirt buttons undone then before. He grinned at me, gazing at me lustfully. "Hi Dave, glad you could make it." He pulled out a key card from his jeans' pocket and swimped it through the door's lock, kicking it open. "After you."
I nodded and managed to get myself moving into the room, taking in the sight of it. It was clearly expensive, with a large, wide screen tv and an even larger bed. The floor was covered various random articles, mostly clothes and bottles. There was a fairly clear path from the doorway to the bed and from the bed to the bathroom. "Nice place..."
He shrugged, having gotten around me during my scan of the room. "It does, I guess." He pulled me towards the bed, pushing me down onto it. He mounted the bed, picking up a bottle from the floor, which was half full of a white liquid I assumed was milk, on his way.
"What is that stuff anyway?" I gazed at him. "You're always drinking it, what, have you got some deal with milk?" Hearing my words sounded ridiculous but hell, some people were sponsered by pepsi so...
He grinned down at me, a twinkle in his eyes. He drank some of it then wiped his mouth, before offering me some. "Taste it and see." He said, with a knowing smirk.
I took the bottle and placed it to my lips, downing some of it. Damn! It definately wasn't milk. My expression must have clearly shown my reaction as his smirk widened. "Good isn't it? I get fresh off..." He clicked his fingers in thought. "The little one... and the Billie-Joe wanna be. Oh and sometimes the other two as well." I laughed inwardly, even he couldn't remember their names. He took the bottle from my hands and downed the rest, then gazed down at me, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Someone's overdressed."
He reached down, ripping my shirt open, revealing my chest to his hungry eyes. I heard some of the buttons fly off, bouncing off the various bottles on the floor but I didn't care. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue pushing it's way through my lips and entering my mouth. I closed my eyes in pleasure, our tongues twirling around each other. I felt his hands run down my body, one of them cupping my sizable bulge that had formed there and giving it a not-so-gentle grope. I moaned against his lips as his hand unzipped my fly, then disappeared inside my jeans. I let out soft gasps as his hand slide inside my thong, his fingers wrapping around my erection and slowly started jacking me off.
His lips left mine, long enough to purr out. "Mmmm nice and hard, that's good." He smirked and his hands pulled open my jeans, feeling my thong-covered crotch to his eager eyes. He left my lips again, staring down at my leopard-print thong. He left my lips and glanced back down, purring. "Mmm you have good taste." He pulled my thong down, my hard cock slapping against my stomach as I did so. "And you look like you taste good." He grinned and moved to my ear, sucking on my lobe and purring again. "And I'm going to find out."
His tongue snaked out, licking from my ear down my neck gently. He stayed there, nipping my skin lightly making me moan softly in pleasure. He bite into my skin harder and I knew he would leave a mark, a love bite that would reveal to the world that I was his. He trailed his tongue down my shoulder blade, moving to lick down my chest, his bleached blonde locks tickling my chin on it's journey. He licked to my left nipple, taking it in his mouth and circling it with his tongue before taking the newly-hardened nub between his teeth and nipping gently. I moaned in pleasure as he left it and moved to my right one, giving it the same treatment. "Ohhh...." I purred softly in pleasure, all of his attentions making my cock leak more. He seemed to notice to, speeding up his actions as he trailed his wet tongue down my toned stomach, dipping inside my belly button as it did so. It slide along my treasure trail, continuing it's path to my cock.
He licked his lips and peered up at me, lust clouding his eyes. His eyes then flickered to my throbbing erection, which caused him to lick his lips. He kissed along my thighs, moving down slowly to my soft, wrinkled sac. His tongue flicked out, trailing over my balls before he clamped his lips around them sucking and licking at my soft nuts. He pulled back slightly after a few minutes, letting his tongue run up the underside of my aching shaft. I watched his actions, moaning breathelessly, not quite believing what was happening. Eddie closed his mouth around the head of my erection, his tongue lightly twirled around my head several times before he slid fully down my length, his nose buried in my curly, dyed pubes. His head bobbed up and down keeping his lips tight around my hard length. One of my hands clawed at the bedsheets, the other having found a place in his hair, urging him on. His tongue lapped gently at my underside as his hands, which had moved to my thighs, were thumbing my balls. I gasped in pleasure at each action he did, my moans filled with pleasure and lust. I knew I was close and I tangled my fingers in his hair tighter. "God... Eddie... closee.." My words only seemed to spur him on, his tongue speeding up and his lips tightening even more. I tipped my head back, letting out a sound between a wail and a moan and climaxed, filling his warm, wet mouth and throat with my seed. I felt him slip off my length only when I finished cumming.
I gazed down at him through half lidded eyes, panting softly as he licked his lips. "I was right, you do taste good." I shivered at his words as he crawled up my body, planting his lips firmly on mine. His tongue pushed open my lips, pushing itself inside, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. His hands ran over my body, before one of them dipped down and pushed my jeans the remained of the way down my body. He pulled back and licked at my lips, his eyes glazed. "I'm going to fuck you."
He stood up and I whimpered at the loss of contact, something that he clearly noticed. He pulled open the remainer of his shirt, shrugging it off so it fell to the floor, exposing his chest fully. He reached for his belt, undoing the star buckle quickly, then he undid his fly. I watched hungrily, my heart fluttering in my chest and my dick rehardening as his lower half came into view. He stood there, with nothing on but his jewellery and his famous leopard-print thong, his hardness clearly struggling to get out of it.
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband, then, very slowly, pulled them down. He first revealed his sticky, shiny head, then the rest of his firm, pulsing shaft. I could feel myself drooling as he pushed the thong down, exposing more of his hard meat for my hungry eyes. As soon as he revealed his low hanging balls he speed up, shoving the thong to his feet. He approached me, his tongue running over his lips. "Put your knees to your chest."
I nodded, scooting down to the bed and raising my knees to my chest, exposing my ass for him.
"Good. Good boy." He smirked, stroking my soft cheeks, running a finger along my crack. "Tell me Dave, are you a virgin?"
I gulped, this was a question I'd been dreading. I bit my lip pondering what to say in response, whether to lie or tell the truth. He pressed his finger deeper into my crack and breathed against my ear. "People that take this long to answer that question..." He pressed his finger against my ring as he spoke. "Are always..." He licked his tongue against my ear lobe, then rammed his finger inside me, making me squeal. "Virgins." He grinned, wiggling his finger within my tightness, quickly forcing in a second making me yelp louder. "Well, soon you won't be." He started scissoring his fingers within me, not wasting any time. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll see stars." I moaned at his words, squirming beneath him.
"Please..." I whispered softly, pleading desperately for his hard knob to be ramming inside me. "Please shag me..."
"So eager..." He purred, rubbing at my inner walls and slipping in a third finger. "You've probably only used your little finger, a vibe at most.." He leaned down, licking my ear. "This.." He groped his cock. "Is the real thing." He slid his fingers out, gripping my ass cheeks and holding them open. "But if you feel you can handle it..." I nodded as he pressed the head of his throbbing erection against my streached hole. I chewed on my lower lip as he thrust his hips forward ramming his hard, thick shaft inside my virgin hole. I let out a silent scream that was a mix of pleasure and pain. He reached up, stroking my cheek gently, his dick fully inside of me. "Are you ok Dave?" I bit my lip harder, managing to nod. "Good." He slowly pulled out, then thrust back inside me, making me yelp softly. His hands ran over my body, circling my nipples gently and moving down my chest. With every thrust of his hips the pain gave way to pleasure and I breathy moaned his name. He seemed to hear me as the next thing I knew his lips were on mine, his tongue pushing it's way through my lips to twirl inside my mouth. One of his hands wrapped around my cock, pumping it in time with his hard thrusts. I closed my eyes in pleasure, trying to memorise every detail to remember later, snapping my eyes open when he purred into my ear. "You're such a good lay Dave." I let out a low moan of pleasure at his words. "So tight... so warm..."
"You feel.. amazing..." I managed to gasp out, my hands caressing his chest as best I could, my fingers circling his hard nipples. My tight hole clenched around his rock hard shaft and he bite hard into my neck, growls of pleasure escaping his throat. His hand jacked my cock faster, his tongue dancing over my neck. I gasped in pleasure with each of his touches, knowing I wouldn't last much longer. "You... are the best I've ever had..." And, at those words, my back arched, my ass tightening even more as I creamed hard over us both, my spunk splattering over both our chests. As I regained my breath, his face twisted in pleasure as he too came, his seed flooding my tightness.
He collapsed beside me, panting heavily, his bleached blond hair hanging over his face. "Dave..." I gazed at him intently, purring as his tongue licked at my chest, lapping up my cream. "How do you fancy, being my..." His eyes gazed at me, filled with lust. "Groupie."
I nodded wordlessly, knowing there was no way in hell I could refuse something so good. A smirk crossed his face and he licked my cheek lightly. "I had a feeling you would." His lips crashed on mine and we lay there making out until our lips parted, sleep taking over us both. In one night, all my dreams had come true.