Keep Me Safe from Myself

Holy shit, this was actually happening.

He broke the kiss with a smile. We’d barely touched each other and we were already panting. Well, mostly me. I couldn’t help it; my heart was racing, fluttering like a pair of hummingbird wings. He walked us over to our bed and practically dropped me onto the pillow-like mattress. It molded perfectly to the shape of my body, outlining all my curves, sinking me to the perfect position. Gerard quickly hovered over me, and quickly continued what we’d started. He slowed his pace tremendously, and I was growing impatient. I felt his hand creep up my shirt, teasing my midsection. He pulled my shirt up, then back down again. I broke off the kiss briefly as I sat up and removed my oversized sweatshirt completely, tossing it to the foot of the bed.

“You really want this, don’t you?” Gerard raised his eyebrows, a sly look on his face. I giggled softly, answering his question with a hard tug on his hair. “Ow, fuck. Okay, okay.” Our lips connected forcefully again, and he reached around, unclipping my black lacey bra and tossing it to the floor. I shivered slightly as the cold air slapped my bare chest, my nipples hardening under the biting frost. He took this opportunity to start playing with them, winning a small moan from myself. His lips moved tantalizingly slow from my lips, to my cheek and down my neck, eventually resting on a sweet spot that had been ignored for so long. He kissed and sucked as I moved my hands from my sides to the base of his shirt, almost ripping it from his chest trying to get it off. He tried to stifle a laugh at my audacity, but it wasn’t very successful. He pulled his grey top over his head, and it joined my bra along with the rest of my clothing. Instead of continuing our kiss, I felt his tongue move over my left nipple, rolling my right one in between his fingers.

I was constantly moaning now, which was a new thing for me. I could barely contain myself. We hadn’t even taken our pants off yet, but from the sounds I was making you’d think he was already on my clit. Had to admit, he was good.

As if he’d read my mind, Gerard took his lips off my breasts and I watched him, my face a beautiful mix of horror and embarrassment as he travelled down my waist, past my hips and to the hem of my pale, ripped jean shorts I had thrown on. He swiftly undid the button with one hand. Hooking a belt loop with one hand, he silently but quickly slid the short fabric off, leaving me in a red and black lace pair of panties that matched the bra now lying comfortably on the floor. I felt his thumb on the outside of the thin fabric, softly rubbing, teasing.

“Fuck” I groaned. My hips bucked into his hand, begging for more of his touch, but he just backed away, keeping as much distance as he could while still rubbing my small bud. He slid a finger through the now very damp material, slipping it inside me. My breath hitched as he started pumping it in and out of me, adding a second finger not too long after. My hips were grinding into his hand, meeting his every thrust. It didn’t take long before I started to tighten up, my body begging for relief.

My moans of encouragement were lost in soft kisses from his lips, his fingers continuing their magic. I knew that he knew I was close, there was no way he didn’t.

His fingers slowed, then stilled inside me.

“Noo…” I protested loudly, and squirmed from underneath him, my body looking for something to rub against. He was never going to give me what I needed. He removed them from their resting place, and pointed to the bureau. He didn’t even have to ask.

I wriggled out from under him and raced to bureau, pulling it opened. I pulled out a condom, ‘SLUT’ still written on the wrapper. I chuckled at the memory and held the corner of it with my teeth as I turned back towards Gerard and walked forward. His eyes widened with interest and he smiled, his head falling back. He was now lying on the bed in the position I had been in before, his covered erection even more noticeable. I strutted up to him and undid the button of his jeans, and it quickly broke through his jeans. I gawked at his size, it had to be longer than eight inches- with a certain thickness to match. Every vein, every crevice was clearly visible. He put a hand on himself and beckoned me forward, just as anxious as I was. I hooked my panties off my waist and they softly hit the floor. Thank God I’d shaved a few nights before.

I ripped the condom open with my teeth, and tossed the flat rubber to him. He fumbled it in his hands and rolled it on to himself. I slowly wrapped my legs around him so I was straddling him. Our foreheads rested against each other, and we gazed into one another’s eyes. I took my hand over his, placing him at my entrance. I took a few deep breaths and eased myself slowly onto him. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would, then again I’m not exactly a virgin. I heard a few groans escape Gerard’s lips- at least he thought I was tight enough.

It didn’t take long for me to grow to the accustomed feeling, and before long I bounced once. I felt all my pent up feelings begin to rise to the surface again, making my skin crawl. I lifted myself again, and let myself fall, but this time he thrust upwards, sending me up his shaft again.

“Oh, Fuck.” I groaned as I continued to ride him. I threw my head back, putting my hands behind me to keep myself upright. My moans grew louder and louder to the point I thought he would tell me to shut up, but instead it seemed to encourage him. He suddenly flipped me over so he was on top again without pulling out, and continued to thrust even faster.

“Fuck.. I-I’m not gonna last, sweetheart.” He managed to choke out, his thrusts growing sloppier.

“Good, me neither.” I forced myself to speak. My nerves were screaming at me, my muscles tightening, yet my body refused to let go. It was perfect, he was perfect. But it wasn’t enough.

“Oh, Gerard..” I whimpered. He leaned forward, grabbing the headboard for support.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Say my name. Again.” He grunted. He buried his face into my neck and bit into it, like an animal. His fingers found my breast and he squeezed my nipple- hard.

“Oh, fuck. Ger-ahh!” I practically screamed an incoherent version of his name. My back arched off the bed as my whole body convulsed, my mind seeming to float above me as I tried to absorb this mind-shattering orgasm. My walls tightened around his cock and he came with me, pumping twice more before he stilled inside me. We were both panting hard, his head buried into my neck still. He caught his breath and rolled off of me, tying the condom and tossing the dirty thing on the floor beside us. I curled up beside him, still trying to come back down to earth. He wrapped his arm around me and we passed out, our sweaty bodies entwined for the remainder of the night.

Notes

Ok so I know this wasn't the best, but I tried. I think I'm going to focus more on the band part of this story now, so hopefully it will start getting better. I'm really trying to reach out to you guys for ideas, No matter how awful or smutty or heart-breaking, I wanna hear from you. What do you think would fit?

P.S. I'm really tired so i didn't proof read this one before posting it. If you find any grammar errors or spelling or missing punctuation, feel free to let me know. I usually try to keep my grammar errors to a minimum so you guys will keep enjoying this. Even if you only stick around because I focus on my grammar xD

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-Hazel