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| Got Riff; *FINISHED* Het James /OFC Smut. A lot. And a bit of angst | |
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| Dragonlove | September 2, 2015, 4:19 pm Post #1 |
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So... hi - I've been secretely reading for a few weeks now and now I think I'm ready to throw my first EVER Metallific at your mercy. Not a native speaker, so please be gentle, ANY feedback is welcome. Not sure if this is a one-shot. Maybe, if you would like to read more, there could be more Oh, I'm neither tall, nor dark haired so this isn't a shameless Mary Sue AT ALL... May 29th, 2015 "You're beautiful, Gelsenkirchen", James shouts and the crowd in front of the stage cheers. I have to laugh out loud, for this city is a lot of things but beautiful it's not. Which is one of the reasons I left as soon as I'd finished school and never looked back. Until tonight. Until I got the chance to not only see Metallica live, but to actually get on stage with them. Me and 99 other fanclub members that is. We're standing at the back of the stage and that means that the guys have turned their backs to us most of the time. But James, Kirk and Rob make a point of including us into the show and every now and then one of them will come over, shake hands or even pose for a quick cellphone-snapshot. They are in brilliant form tonight and even though the stadium isn't sold out, I think this is one of the best shows they've ever played. Clearly, James thinks so, too. They're playing Master of Puppets and he's come over again, his eyes ablaze with energy and pure, fierce joy. Our eyes meet, but I’m not sure he actually sees me, he’s that high on adrenaline. I’ve got to admit his look makes my stomach tighten. I can’t help it, he’s just oozing sex appeal. No man more than fifteen years my senior should have that effect on me. Then he's gone again and I shake my head and chuckle at myself. The band plays for more than two hours and when the lights come back on, I get the feeling, they are as reluctant to leave as the fans are. Two of the roadies usher us off the stage and into a large room with a bar and buffet. Even if the show had been crap, the catering alone would have been worth the extra money the "Onstage"-ticket had cost. It's almost midnight when Metallica enter the room for the promised meet and greet. Lars immediately mingles with the crowd and I can hear his excited chatter wavering over the heads. Rob resolutely pushes his way to the buffet and Kirk longingly stares at the food, too, but is too polite to just ignore the fans wanting to talk to him. James is the last to appear and he only takes one step into the room, seemingly scanning the people. He's now wearing a plain white long-sleeve and of course one of his skin tight black jeans. I wonder if he's got a huge pile stacked away somewhere to last him through the next bootcut-revival. I can see him bending down to whisper something to Lars, who looks up with a grin and a shrug. Again James looks around. Our eyes meet and I feel my heart pounding in my throat as he starts walking towards me. He asks my name and I tell him. He shakes my hand. "Hi. I'm James", he says. Of course he knows I know his name, but I appreciate the gesture. We talk about the show and I ask him if they were disappointed by they comparatively small crowd. After all, 30.000 is hardly what they must be used to by now. James grins and shakes his head. "Nah, it doesn't matter if it's eighteen people or 80.000 as long as the mood is right. And the crowd was fun, don't you think?" We discuss the short but already quite volatile history of this new festival. It's interesting how our respective backgrounds and perspectives add up to a bigger picture of what was going on before "Rock im Revier" actually became reality tonight. The whole time I'm aware of the way his eyes keep travelling to my mouth or my neck and occasionally lower. I can feel a blush creeping up my face. First I think I'm imagining things, but after a while it becomes apparent that James' mind is wandering from polite chitchat with a fan to something else entirely. I interrupt myself mid-sentence and just watch as he again seems to be lost in probably dirty thoughts. It takes a few seconds for him to notice my silence. His eyes snap up and he actually blushes slightly, like a schoolboy being caught wool-gathering. I cock my head and give him a little knowing smile. James returns my smile. His fingertips brush over the back of my hand and I feel myself nod in answer to his unspoken question. I've never pictured myself as a groupie but it seems my mind has no say in this decision, my body has already taken over. James places his hand on the small of my back and manoeuvers us through the crowd. I'm glad we're already close to the door, but nevertheless I can feel heads turn and eyes pierce into my back. Lars arches an eyebrow and grins as we push past him. I would have preferred a more discreet exit, but I guess this is as discreet as it gets when dealing with one of the closed fist. As we walk along the corridor, I can feel James' fingers hot through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. He opens a door and we step into a green room. There's a couch, a coffee-table, a large TV and two massage tables and I can't suppress a grin. It's easy to imagine who has to wait their turn for massages. James seems to read my thoughts. He smirks. "We actually draw straws, you know", he says and it's hard to tell if he's joking or not. He closes and locks the door behind us and runs his right hand through his hair. We stand facing each other for an endless moment. He lifts his hand as if to touch me and stops short a breath away of my cheek. I can't believe he really turns shy on me now. Swiftly, I make a decision. I'm usually not that straight forward with a guy, but I figure if I don't take on the initiative, we'll be dancing around each other the whole night. And I know this one night is all we've got. I take a small step forward, invading his personal space. I reach out my hand and knot my fingers into his shirt. It's all the invitation he needs and his lips crash onto mine, his tongue instantly demanding access to my mouth. I moan softly and yield. James tastes of ice-tea and peppermint. His tongue brushes over mine and I feel my toes curl, while my fingers dig deeper into his long-sleeve. As we come up for breath, James rubs his thumb over my already swollen lower lip. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you on stage", he murmurs and kisses me again, gentler this time but no less hungrily. His hands are on my waist now, crawling up underneath my T-Shirt. He's got big hands with long, strong fingers. It almost feels as if he could reach around my waist, but of course that's me imagining things again. Slender I might be, anorexic I'm not. He pushes my shirt up and over my head, then ghosts his finger over the swell of my breasts. James bows his head and I can feel his warm breath on my cool skin. I shiver, feeling goose bumps erupting all over my body. Then his lips caress my skin, surprisingly soft and incredible erotic. "Jesus", I sigh. "James", he corrects mildly, but with a smile so smug it makes me laugh. He brushes the straps of my bra from off my shoulders and reaches round to unclasp it. The lacy garment drops to the floor. James follows my ribcage from my back to the front of my body, where he delicately strokes the outline of my breasts. His callused fingertips feel rough against my sensitive skin. I start pulling his long-sleeve up, but James gets hold of my wrists. "Hold that thought", he murmurs. Opening a door I haven't noticed before, he disappears into an adjoining dressing room, where I can hear him rummaging through bags and drawers. "Ha! I knew he'd have some." James comes back to me, dropping a pack of condoms onto the coffee table. "Now", he says, cupping my face with both hands, "where were we?" I'm almost as tall as he is, so he only has to slightly incline his head to devour my mouth again. As much as I enjoy being thoroughly kissed by James, after a few moments I press my palms against his chest, pushing him back. "You were about to get out of that", I remind him, pulling at his shirt. "Right", James murmurs and obediently pulls his long-sleeve over his head, revealing his toned chest. Instantly I want to rake my nails through the light fur covering his tattoos, and as I do, I scratch a small pink nipple with the nail of my ring finger, harder than I intended. His breath catches for a moment. And the nipple instantly hardens into a little nub. So he likes it a little rough? I file that away for later use. He pops the button of my jeans and I suddenly remember that I went with comfortable rather than sexy when putting on my undies this morning. James doesn’t seem to mind. He slips his hand inside my cotton panties and I gasp, glad that at least I've trimmed everything neatly just this morning. He strokes softly over my clit a few times before pushing his hand lower. I clutch at his shoulder for support as my knees turn weak. My jeans are so tight that he can barely move his hand and the pressure against my skin is already driving my senses into overdrive. When he's reached his goal, James raises an amused eyebrow at the wetness he finds. I grin and press my palm against the bulge in his jeans, delighted to hear his sharp intake of breath. “Seems we’re both easy”, I comment, applying a bit more pressure. He lets out a low growl but at the same time I can see the corner of his mouth twitch with a smile. “Cheeky, aren’t you?” he says and slips a blunt finger inside of me, which effectively shuts me up. All I can think of is how incredible good that feels and that I want more of it. And while my left hand is still clutching James' shoulder, I can feel him grow even harder underneath my right hand. I rub him through the stiff denim and am rewarded with a low groan. Again he catches my mouth for a deep kiss and at the same time pulls his hand out, but only to push my jeans and my underwear down my legs as far as he can. I try to wriggle out of them without breaking the kiss, which proofs to be impossible. We both laugh as I nearly land on my ass. His jeans are so tight he has to sit on the couch to struggle out of them along with his briefs. I drop to my knees between his long legs and take the opportunity to let my eyes rake over his body. He's lean and fit and even though his goatee contains more white than blonde these days, there are a lot of younger men in much worse shape. I let my eyes travel lower. His cock is very straight and dusky red against his otherwise pale skin. I swallow against my dry throat. James is a tall guy and his cock doesn't disappoint in size either. I can see the muscles of his abdomen twitch underneath his skin. The Mighty Hetfield trembling for my touch – I must say I like that. His hands are resting on my shoulders. I hold his gaze as I lick my lips and lean forward. "God, yes", he hisses as I close my lips around him. He doesn't push up but lets me take control of it, watching me trough hooded eyes. Slowly I let my lips glide down his shaft. I can smell soap and what I take for fabric softener and for a moment I wish he hadn't showered. But then I inwardly shrug. I guess we'll have worked up new sweat soon enough. When I've sucked in all I can take I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, forming a tight ring with my fingers. I can feel the blood pulsing through the vein underneath the silky skin. James' breathing's become heavier. He slowly pulls the tie from my ponytail and my dark hair snakes around his arm like yet another tattoo. I let my tongue twirl around the head of his cock and he involuntarily arches up a bit, letting out a low moan. Okay, he likes that. On my way down I add just a hint of teeth. I can feel the shudder than runs through his body. "You keep that up and this'll be over in a few minutes", he warns. I hollow my cheeks on the way up, before reluctantly releasing him with an obscene plopping sound. "Now, we can't have that", I say. I fumble for the condoms and fish one from the pack. I've never been very skilled in handling those so I just push the foil package into James' hand and let him deal with it. But James seems to have difficulties, too. "Fuck", he curses under his breath as he tries to roll the rubber down over his shaft, "I forgot he buys them smaller." I can't hide my grin, but James is too occupied to notice. Finally he succeeds and looks at me again, a feral gleam in his eyes. Before he can move, though, I press my palm against his sternum, keeping him in place on the couch. I straddle his hips, but for the moment I keep our bodies separated, so that we can feel each others heat, but don't touch. Not yet. James places his hands on my hips. He could easily pull me down onto him, but he humours me. I seek out his mouth for a heated kiss. His hands glide from my hips over my back to my shoulders and as our tongues seem to melt into each other I lower myself slowly onto his cock. Slowly, ever so slowly I can feel him enter me until finally James is filling me completely. I sigh into the kiss. James wraps his arms around me, one hand cradling my head, the other pressing against the small of my back, pulling my closer still. I can feel my head spinning. Maybe it's the lack of oxygen from our kiss, maybe it's the thought “this really is happening” that keeps echoing in my head. Suddenly I can feel a change in James' movements. Both his arms move lower and he gets a tight hold on me, pushing up from the couch until he's upright, with me clinging to him like a spider monkey. For a moment I fear for his back, but he only carries me for two or three steps before lowering me onto one of the massage tables. "You're okay?", he asks. I nod. "More than okay", I grin and wrap my legs around him again. James snaps his hips forward and from this angle he gets in even deeper than before. We both groan as he hits a sensitive spot deep inside me. Somebody bangs against the door. "We’re leaving in fifteen. With or without you!" Lars shouts. When he doesn’t get a reply he kicks at the door. "You heard me, Het?" James stops moving and rolls his eyes. "Fuck off!" he yells. I can hear Lars cackle and his footsteps retreat. James runs his hands over my body and I arch into his touch without thinking. "God, you're gorgeous." He bends over me and lightly bites the skin over my collarbone, his fingers stroking down both my arms until he can interlace them with my own. I clench my inner muscles, trying to get him to move again. He grins and squeezes my hands but remains stubbornly unmoving below waistline. "I'm enjoying this way too fucking much to already let you go", he says as if talking to himself. Looking up from our joined hands, he asks: "We're leaving for Munich around noon, but… maybe you can spend the night?" I realize he's noticed the ring on my left hand and, not knowing wedding-bands are traditionally worn on the right hand in Germany, has come to a wrong conclusion. Although all I care about right now is to get him moving again, I can't stop myself from teasing him. "You think that’s a fair question while you're balls deep inside me?" James laughs softly and I shiver as the vibration of the sound travels through both our bodies. He pulls back until the head of his cock barely touches my entrance and I already think I’ve reached my goal, when he stops. "Better?" he asks with an evil smirk. "Goddammit, James Alan Hetfield!" I curse. He raises his eyebrows. "What do you want?" his voice is pure sin and I cringe under the intensity of his gaze. "Are you going to make me beg for it?" I gasp out and I can read on his face that's exactly what he's going to do. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pushes in again and I've got to admit I mewl in frustration. My fingernails dig into his forearms, but he remains unfazed and even slows down further. I give in. "Please, James!" He bends down for a surprisingly gentle kiss, followed by a soft bite into my bottom lip. "Please what?" he whispers against my mouth. I would stomp my foot if it wasn't for the strange angle I'm lying in. I settle for digging my heel into the backside of his thigh instead. "Please fuck me, James. Make me come. I want you. I want to feel your cock inside of me. Deep. Hard. Please!" I can see the effect my words have on him as his pupils dilate until his ice blue eyes seem almost black. He swallows hard. "Fuck", he breaths, "you beg pretty." He unwraps my legs from around his hips and places my feet on his shoulders instead. Gripping my hips like a jaw-trap he pushes all the way in with an almost brutal stab, and I have to bite my own wrist to keep myself from crying out loud. He pushes into me with such force that my body slips up the massage table. "Oh no, you don't", he growls, gets an even stronger hold on my hipbones and pulls me down again, crushing our bodies together. Even though his fingernails are clipped short, I can feel the skin break in two or three spots. I don't know if it's the sharp, unexpected pain or the thought that with my pale, sensitive skin, I'll be carrying his marks for weeks. Probably it's a combination of all that that pushes me over the edge and I come hard, wildly bucking up against James. I vaguely register his deep groan, as James too climaxes, before collapsing over me, covering me with his body, my feet slipping off his sweaty shoulders. I instinctly wrap my arms around him, waiting for my vision to clear again. There are still black spots dancing in front of my eyes. We lie like that for a few shuddering breaths, then he presses a kiss to the side of my neck and pulls himself up. I sigh softly as he pulls out, already regretting the loss of him. "So", he says, as he helps me sit up, "you still haven't answered my question." With his index finger he circles my left nipple, which instantly hardens again. "I love how responsive you are", he says, "and there are some things I'd still like to try..." "Like what?" I try to make it sound like a challenge. My body obviously shouts my eagerness loudly enough, but I don't want him to think I'll drop into his bed like windfall. After all, he likes to hunt. The gleam in his eyes tells me he's accepted my bait, enjoying my verbal teasing. Wrapping my hair around his wrist, James pulls my head slightly back, exposing my neck. He brushes his lips over my skin, letting his canine scrape over my throat, then soothing the skin with the soft tip of his tongue. "Well for one thing", he then says as if putting together a shopping list, "I haven't tasted you yet, and I very much want to." He grins at the little needy sound that escapes my lips. Challenge accepted. Leaning in, he whispers into my ear. "I want to make you scream." Bastard. He knows exactly how sexy his voice is. Yeah, I guess, being a singer he should know, too. I get off the abused massage table and steal another kiss, letting my hand travel down his back to his ass and squeeze. "How could I say no to that?" Edited by Dragonlove, July 17, 2017, 2:12 pm.
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| Rockfan71 | September 2, 2015, 5:58 pm Post #2 |
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Hun, for non native to English, this was a very well written PWP!! It was HAWT!! *picks up magazine to fan face* Your James...made me drool!! ! *grabs napkin to bloth chin*Lars??? Made me laugh so hard!!! I really loved it& I hope you will write more. Whether in this universe or in a new story...I'm in!!! Das wahr SUPER!!! (Sorry, am neighbor from west & although I speak it...I cannot write it very well)
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| HellHathNoFury | September 2, 2015, 7:42 pm Post #3 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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That was a VERY promising beginning to this I am hoping you will write more. Love your attention to detail!Also… so hot...
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| Dragonlove | September 3, 2015, 12:46 pm Post #4 |
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Thank you, Rockfan and HellHathNoFury for your kind words! (Rockfan: Das war fast perfektes Deutsch )I'm glad you enjoyed reading it, cause I sure enjoyed writing it. I think I will add some more to this story, but I'm a very, very slow writer, so pleasse be patient with me
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| FriendOfMisery | September 3, 2015, 12:51 pm Post #5 |
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Bad Seed
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Please continue!! Poor Lars
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| jaymzbabe | October 11, 2015, 9:42 am Post #6 |
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Blackened
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More please
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| HellHathNoFury | October 11, 2015, 6:23 pm Post #7 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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| Dragonlove | October 15, 2015, 9:43 am Post #8 |
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I'm working on it, promise!!! I'm super excited you girls want to read more and the second part is almost done. So yes, there will be MOAR You asked for it... Still missing the last part, but since I don't know when I'll be able to do some more writing after today I thought Thanks for reading and most of all thanks for asking for more James unlocks the door and holds it open for me. There's a security guy in the passageway and the second he sees us, he speaks into his radio. "They're coming out now." He nods at James with no emotion on his face and James returns the acknowledgement just as professionally. I guess when you've had people taking care of your security and personal stuff for as long James and the others, you have to become more or less indifferent to what these people pick up about you. Otherwise you just go insane. It's pouring as we step outside the venue. The others have already taken off, for which I'm infinitely grateful. I'm sure they're all great guys, but the thought of them looking at me, knowing... Not that I have any regrets about it, but I guess I'm not groupie enough to stand that. James wraps his leather jacket around my shoulders, acting like the perfect gentleman. The combined smell of the leather and his cologne makes me snuggle deeper into the jacket. He points down the concrete steps in front of us, where I can see the vague outlines of an SUV, slightly darker than the rain-filled darkness of the night. “We'll make a run for it, 'kay?”, he says, “watch your step.” He gets hold of my elbow and we dart through the heavy rain. He opens the rear door and all but pushes me into the car, scrambling in after me. The partition is already up and the car starts moving the second the door slams shut behind James. We grin at each other in the dim light of the interior lighting. The rain has plastered his short hair to his scalp and I don't even attempt to fight my urge to run my fingers through it. James leans into the touch, closing his eyes for a moment. He presses a quick kiss to my wrist, then fishes out his phone. I wonder who on earth he feels he needs to text right now and instantly decide I really don't want to know. James pockets his phone again and turns towards me with a predatory grin. I shoot a quick glance towards the partition and he follows my eyes, his grin broadening. "Where are we going?", I ask. "Hotel", he answers shortly, his hand already crawling up my thigh. I cover his hand with my own, again glancing towards the obscured driver. "And where's that?" James waves his free hand. He's busy nibbling at my neck, as if he knows it drives me wild. "Somewhere in Düsseldorf...", he says vaguely. I relax into his touch. That gives us about 40 minutes. I let my head drop back against the head-rest, exposing my neck further. "You like that?" James murmurs against my skin, his warm breath tickling me softly. I hum out an affirmation. I can't decide whether to concentrate on his soft lips on my neck or his demanding hand on my thigh. I realise I'm still covering his hand with my own, not that this has kept him from slowly slipping his hand upwards. Sighing out my content, I reach for his face and tilt my head so that his lips find mine. His hand slips between my legs and I'm sure he can feel my heat even through the denim of my jeans. I make a move as if to unfasten my seatbelt to grant him better access. This time, James stills my hand with his. "Ah-ah", he chides, "I've heard German authorities are terribly strict when it comes to seatbelts. Wouldn't want you to get arrested." He leers at me. "But I'll admit I like the idea of you in handcuffs." Whoa, easy tiger. Much too soon for this kind of thing, I think. But I don't want to put him off, so I boldly reach for the growing bulge in his jeans and give him a gentle squeeze. "Yeah? But then I couldn't do that." James hisses and bucks into my hand while capturing my mouth with his again. "Now, that would be a shame, wouldn't it?", he mumbles against my lips. His tongue pushes into my mouth again and I simply melt into my car seat underneath his hungry attack. Blindly I try to unbuckle his heavy belt and him pressing against me doesn't make my task any easier. I finally succeed and the stiff leather in my hand makes me recall his comment about handcuffs. I moan into our passionate kiss. James hands are busy with my jeans as well and he deftly undoes the button and zip. Slipping his hand inside, he gently rubs me, making me shiver. "So wet", he whispers into my mouth, increasing the pressure a bit, "so hot..." My brain has already given up on forming coherent thoughts, let alone speaking, so all I do is whimper under his touch and crash our mouths together again. I try to slip my hand into his jeans, but James pulls away. "Just lay back and enjoy." Easier said than done, as James turns out to be the biggest tease in the history of back-seat sex, taking me to the edge three times, before he lets me come on his hand. "Tease!" I protest when I can think straight again. James just smirks at me. "Tell me you didn't like that. Besides, I'm the one suffering here", he says and presses my hand against his crotch. He is indeed rock hard. I shrug out of his jacket. "Better take this then", I grin, "unless you want to give people another show." I quickly straighten my own clothes as I can see we have left the Autobahn and are heading straight for the city centre of Düsseldorf. We do not stop at the entrance of the five star hotel, but our driver makes directly for the underground parking. I finally unbuckle my seatbelt with slightly trembling hands. "Hold it", James says, not unkindly, but determined. He pulls me against his chest and starts kissing me, and I have no idea how much time passes before somebody knocks against the window at James' side of the car. He breaks away from me and smiles. "Okay, now." He opens the door and with his other hand he takes my hand and pulls me with him. As we get out, we're greeted by two men and I realise that both of them must have been in the front of the car. I don't know why, but it freaks me a little. I thought there had been only a driver. I guess the other guy must be some kind of bodyguard. At least both look as if they could throw some punches. The taller one carries a holdall, the shorter one a small bag with the hotel's logo on it. Both nod at me as a greeting and I'm beginning to wonder if security personnel is under the strict order not to speak to the band. But then the shorter man gestures with his free hand. "Elevator's over there." Wow. A real chatterbox. It's a well rehearsed routine for the three of them. Duffle-bag leads the way, James falls in behind him, tugging me along and Chatterbox brings up the rear. No one speaks on the way up to the eighth floor and the silence is beginning to get on my nerves. James seems to notice. He squeezes my hand he's still holding and smiles at me. Nevertheless I have to suppress a relieved sigh when we reach our floor. I've expected we'd go our separate ways now, but instead we form the same line as before and are marched right up to the door of James' suite. James slides in his key card and turns around to the two men. "Night, guys", he says, taking the duffle-bag from the taller man. "Good night, James." This time he doesn't bother to hide his grin. "Night", the smaller one says and holds up his tiny bag. "Uh, could you take that?" James asks me, pushing the door open. The bag is as light as it's small. "What's this?" I ask as the door clicks shut behind us. James grins. He's dropped the duffle-bag to the floor and taking the small bag from me he upends it. A pack of condoms lands in his palm. "The merits of a PA and a five star hotel", he smirks. I burst out laughing. "So that was that text? You ordered your PA to get you condoms?" James arches an eyebrow at my reaction and shrugs. "What? At least he knows what size to get", he says with a smirk. That only makes me laugh harder. I step up to James until we're literally chest to chest and take the condoms from him. "I think you lured me here under false pretences. You said you wanted to make me scream and now you make me laugh", I purr. A dangerous gleam flickers in his eyes and the grin on his face would have sent Little Red Riding Hood hiding under her granny's bed. "Complaining, are you?" With one swift move he presses me against the door, trapping me there with his body, his right knee wedged between my legs, his arousal delightfully hard against my hip. I'm pinned to the door like a butterfly in a display cabinet and I love every second of it. "We've got the whole night...", he promises, lightly biting my skin where the wide neckline of my shirt reveals a bit of my shoulder. He's already figured out that it's one of my most sensitive spots. Not that that's very hard as instantly goose bumps erupt all over my skin. "You're so responsive. I like that." James ghosts his fingertips over my forearms, barely touching the downy hair standing on end, making me shudder. His hand slides down my arm, plucking the condoms from my unresisting fingers and throwing them onto the nearby side table. From there his fingers find their way to the hem of my T-Shirt, crawling up, pushing the shirt along. His fingertips, rough with callouses, dance over the skin of my stomach, my ribcage, the lace of my bra. I fidget under the feathery caress, yearning for a stronger touch. My body arches against James, rubbing against him. I want to feel more of him, need to feel this is real. Our eyes lock on each other, the blue in his eyes again darkened with lust. He pushes the T-Shirt over my head and before it has hit the ground James has already brushed the straps of my bra off my shoulders and reaches round my back to unclasp it. Eager to feel his skin against mine I pull his long-sleeve up and over his head, my lips latching on the hollow of his throat. I can feel the low rumbling sound he makes and smile as I graze my teeth over this collar bone and kiss down to his nipple. The low rumble enhances to a soft growl as I suck the tiny nub into my mouth. Flicking my tongue over the hardened peak I reach for his belt again. James softly caresses the sides of my breasts, sending a tingling sensation through my entire body. Impatient to get him naked I yank at his belt, forcing a gasp from him. "Easy", he chuckles, helping me with the obstinate buckle. Since we've already established that neither of us is able to get out of our jeans gracefully, I just shove the skin tight denim down James' long legs and let him step out of it while toeing off my own shoes. James hooks his thumbs in my belt loops and follows my example. He lets his hungry eyes roam about my body, his gaze zeroing in on my panties. I feel a blush creeping up my face. "This needs to go, too", James states matter-of-factly and I nod my agreement as he already pushes the cotton down my hips. The matter of my panties settled, James hands stroke up my body again, his lips teasing mine in a lazy kiss. "Will you turn around for me?" I steal another kiss before doing what he's asked. I turn my back on him, leaning my forearms against the wall next to the door. James runs his palm down my flank and up my spine and I shiver under his touch. "You are beautiful", he says softly and I simply melt under his hands. I can hear him getting rid of his briefs and soon his hot skin slides against mine as he covers my hands with his own, his lips nibbling at the back of my neck. Then he takes a small step back to run his fingers down my spine again, lightly stroking the curve of my ass and up the insides of my thighs. I let out a small moan, involuntarily tilting my hips invitingly. James makes a small approving humming sound and I can hear the ripping of a foil package. I briefly wonder if it's possible to come from that sound alone. But James doesn't give me the time to find out as he smoothly enters me with one long stroke. Seems he's much quicker with condoms in the right size. "God, I can't believe how tight you are", James groans as he pushes deeper into me. I press back against him. "Years of yoga", I pant. James laughs breathlessly, momentarily loosing his rhythm and resting his forehead on my shoulder. "Holy fuck, woman! You're killing me", he cackles. Then he stars moving again with shallow thrusts. I crane my neck so I can look at him and reach behind me to grab his hip. "Come on, Hetfield. I won't break, I promise", I urge him on. Instantly, his whole body language changes. He grabs a fistful of my hair close to my scalp, pulls my head back until his lips are level with my ear. His other hand squeezes my breast almost painfully. "You want it rough?", he growls. I nod my head as far as his hand in my hair allows it. "Yes", I hiss. "Beg me." I swallow hard. "Please, James. Fuck me. Fuck me hard." He releases my hair and instead flings his arm around my waist, forcing all the air out of my body as he crashes me against himself. "Like this?" "God! Yes!" His deadly pace almost causes me to lose my balance. I claw at the wall and if my nails were any longer I would surely do some damage to the ridiculously expensive wallpaper. I hear a high-pitched scream and as James clasps a strong hand over my mouth I realise it is me, wailing like a banshee. "Am I hurting you?" he gasps without slowing down. I shake my head and his hand slips down, grasping my shoulder. "No... Don't..." I want to tell him not to stop, but words fail me. "That's it. Come for me", he whispers as he feels me tightening around him. My body instantly obeys his command and for a few seconds the world around me simply stops existing. As I come to my senses again, I'm on the floor, cradled in James' arms. "Hey", he chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Welcome back." "I... Wow", I try to sort the chaos in my head, remember my own name and which language to speak. "That's never happened before", I mumble. Post-orgasmic haze or not, there's no way I could not notice the smug smile on James' lips. "James Hetfield - Sex God, that's me", he grins. "Huh", I snort. "That sounds just so Bridget Jones." James throws his head back and laughs. Standing up, he offers me his hand. "Come on, let's grab a shower." I take his hand and get up, leaning onto the wall for support with my other hand. "I'm not sure I can already stand again", I admit, much to his amusement. On the way to the bathroom I get an impression of the suite. Dark hard wood floor and plush cream coloured carpets, I guess my whole flat would fit into the dining and living area. The bathroom is larger than my bedroom and again there's a lot of dark wood and green marble. There's a large walk-in shower and James pulls me under the warm spray, wrapping his arms around me, as if to make sure I will be able to stand on my own two feet. “Okay?” he asks, resting his chin on my shoulder. I sigh contentedly, leaning back against him. I marvel how he can be so passionate one minute and so tender the next. “Feels good”, I say. “Mmmh”, James agrees. We stay like that for a while until I turn around in his arms and begin to kiss along his jawline, while my hand travels lower. "Seems the more I fuck you the hornier you get", James states with a saucy grin. "Complaints?" I murmur, my lips now on his throat. "Nah, but... As good as that feels, I'm not thirty any more", James reminds me with a smile. "Neither am I", I grin, "but I remember you promised something." "Oh yeah?", James curls an eyebrow. "And I remember I already made you scream – and faint for that matter." "True", I say, since I can't deny the obvious. "But aren't you forgetting something you wanted to do?" I grab his hand and guide it between my legs. "Mmmh, done that, too", James smiles, but doesn't pull his hand away. Now it's my turn to arch an eyebrow. "Oh, that...", James smirks as if he's just remembered. He drops to his knees, kissing every inch of my body on his way down. "Yeah, that..." I breathe, shivering as his hot tongue dips into my belly button. James has almost reached my bundle of nerves, where I so desperately want him, and I close my eyes in anticipation, feeling my knees going weak again, when all of a sudden he stops and stands again. Disbelieving, my eyes fly open to see his devilish grin. "I think we better take this to the bedroom", he suggests. I cannot help myself but slap his chest. "Biest!" I exclaim, lapsing into my mother tongue, certain he gets my meaning anyway. "You can't just stop like that!" James just laughs and shuts down the water. "Oh, the impatience of young age." As he turns to leave the shower I can see he's already half-hard again. Maybe bedroom isn't such a bad idea after all. Edited by Dragonlove, October 15, 2015, 1:26 pm.
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| HellHathNoFury | October 15, 2015, 5:50 pm Post #9 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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That was…
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| Dragonlove | October 16, 2015, 12:22 pm Post #10 |
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Frantic
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Why thank you! wipes up drool, hands over bucket I'm thrilled you still like it
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| jaymzbabe | October 16, 2015, 5:41 pm Post #11 |
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Love love love love it, please don't make us wait long to find out next
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| Dragonlove | November 2, 2015, 4:50 pm Post #12 |
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Just a quick update, before the madness called Real Life gets me gain tomorrow. Hope you enjoy ![]() James grabs two fluffy towels from the rack, wraps one around his waist and invitingly holds the other so I can step into it. Again I'm amazed how easily these little gentle gestures seem to come to him. "I feel like I'm being gift-wrapped", I joke as he tucks in one corner of the towel. "Maybe you are", he smiles. There are still drops of water on the inked skin of his shoulders and chest and in the soft light they sparkle like little gems. I run a finger along his collarbone, pushing droplets together until they form a little stream down his sternum and I follow the water down with the tip of my index finger. I hear a soft growl from James as I reach the barely there treasure trail, just above the edge of the towel. "Bedroom. Now." He spins me around and playfully smacks my butt. The sound is muffled by the thick towel. Still I let out a little yelp and a giggle. I can't help feeling flattered he's comfortable enough to act goofy around me. I hop onto the bed, expecting James to follow suit. Instead, he passes the bed with a simple “Stay put” in my direction. I have no idea what he's up to and I'm far too turned on to patiently wait for him. Running my hands over my own skin I quickly reach the core of my pleasure, lightly rubbing the moist flesh with just my finger pads. "Starting without me?" James chides. He drops his towel, knowing he'll get my full attention with it. I keep moving my fingers while enjoying the view. "Well, you managed to get lost on your way from the en suite to the bed. I didn't know when I would see you again..." Laughing, James joins me on the bed and pushes my hand away, his eyes full of sinful promises. I'm quite aware of the fact that there must have been hundreds of women before me and that there will be plenty other women in his future, but for tonight he's mine as much as I'm his. And even if he decides to overwrite this memory with another woman tomorrow, I can remember it for as long as I like. The thought makes me grin happily. "Enjoying yourself?" James asks with a grin of his own while crawling up my body. "Tremendously." "Good." He bends his elbows a little, lowering his body enough to kiss my neck without putting his weight on me. I sigh and run my fingers through his still damp hair, slowly pushing his head down. James chuckles against my skin but lets himself be pushed until his lips close around one of my nipples. He sucks gently and then a little harder and this time my sigh my is a little louder. Carefully he catches the hardened nipple between his teeth and pulls his head up ever so lightly, eliciting a soft moan from me. He rests his weight on his elbows and ghosts his hands over my shoulders, my breasts and down my torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake. As I arch up from the bed James takes the chance to get hold of my hips and wiggles further down my body. "Did I do that?" he asks, softly stroking his thumbs over the crescent-shaped bruises on my hip bones. "Sorry." "Don't be." I wish he'd stop talking and put his mouth to a different use. James grins up to me, sensing my impatience. He winks at me and finally – finally! – bows his head. I hold my breath, desperately waiting for the first contact. It's like an electric shock when his first cool breath whiffs over my heated flesh, followed by the lightest touch of his tongue. He takes his time exploring, testing how to get the strongest reaction from me. His tongue and lips feel incredible soft, but his goatee scratches harshly over my sensitive skin. The contrast of it drives me wild. "Good God", I exhale shakily. James spreads my legs wider and flicks his tongue over my clit. I'm so far gone, I don't realise his right hand has left my hip until he presses his thumb into me and I can feel I'm about to come. I reach down and put my hand on his head. His hair is too short to actually bury my finger in it, but James understands what I want. Sucking just a little bit harder he pushes in a second finger and I arch up, pressing my groin against his mouth, letting out a wordless cry as my release crashes through me like a tidal wave. James continues to softly pleasure me with his tongue and lips until the shudders of my orgasm subside and my breathing returns to an almost normal rate. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he kneels up. "Now are you satisfied?" he asks as if talking to a greedy child. I stretch lazily. "For the time being." James grins. "Too bad. I'm not finished with you." And he fishes out a condom he must have slipped under the covers when he joined me on the bed. "Sneaky", I reply, not at all averse to go another round. He enters me swiftly but gently, setting a languid rhythm this time with deep, even strokes. It's utter bliss, almost more than just sex. "I love the way you feel, Annika", James says softly. It's the first time he's spoken my name and I shiver at the sound of it. "James", I moan, wrapping my legs around him. Lifting my hips he kneels up again, pulling me onto his lap so he can push deeper. I unwrap my legs and plant my feet firmly into the mattress. This way I can meet his every thrust and soon James speeds up his motions, eager for his own climax. "Can you ... come again ... for me?" he pants. "Touch me." James quickly licks his thumb and I groan. The sight is incredible hot. He flashes me a saucy grin while dragging his thumb over his bottom lip in slow motion, before he reaches down to stroke me in time with his thrusts. It doesn't take much until I feel the muscles in my core contract, the heat spreading through my body, making my nerves tingle and leaving me with a warm, sated feeling. James follows close behind, his thrusts stuttering and becoming harsher at the same time. Then finally he pushes in as deep as possible and with a long, throaty groan he comes, burying his face in the curve of my neck. I can feel him trembling with the force of his release and I run a soothing hand over the straining muscles in his arms. He takes a few harsh breaths before collapsing next to me. "You okay?" I ask as I wipe the sweat from his brow. "Yeah. Hell, yes", James laughs. "Just getting old." He reaches for a switch at the headboard and the curtains softly whir shut, blocking out the grey light of dawn. The digits on the alarm clock read 4:57. James curls around me and by now I'm not surprised any more he's a cuddler after sex. It just surprises me he gets like this with a one-night-stand. But I'm not going to complain. I have almost forgotten how nice this can feel. James' skin is warm and soft and I really like his smell and the way he seems to relax completely into the pillow. It's as if until now he's kept up a slightly toned-down version of his stage-persona and now I truly get to see a glimpse of the real James. He toys with the ring on my left hand. "Isn't hubby gonna miss you?" I almost wince, but I'm determined to not let the bad memories spoil this night for me. I entwine my fingers with James'. “It's just a ring, not a wedding band”, I explain and roll over onto my side to face him. I hesitate to ask, fearing to overstep, but since he brought up the subject I guess it's okay to ask back. “What about your wife? Has she given you card blanche for touring? What happens in Gelsenkirchen stays in Gelsenkirchen?”, I ask, ignoring the fact that by now, things have happened in Düsseldorf, too. James chuckles softly at that. Then he becomes serious, studying my face as if trying to decide how much to tell me. "We're both pretty open minded when it comes to sex", he says slowly, "when, or if, she asks – I tell her. And vice versa." I take a moment to think about that. "You mean... you're going to tell your wife..." I trail off, not sure I understand the full extent of his statement. James lets his index finger travel down my front. "Every. Little. Dirty. Detail." I close my eyes. "And she doesn't mind?", I whisper. I open my eyes as I hear him chuckling again. “Not exactly, no”, he smiles. He studies my eyes again. "Is that too kinky?" I bite my lip. My gaze travels to his straight x-tattoo. Don't drink, don't do drugs, don't fuck around, I recall. Obviously the Hetfields have found their own definition of that last one. I'm glad that my having sex with James won't effect his marriage. At least, not in a bad way. But I'm surprised at myself. The thought of him sharing with his wife everything we did together to turn her on actually excites me. "No", I say slowly, "I think I rather like the idea." James smiles. "Thought you might", he says, playfully nibbling my at bottom lip, "you're a naughty girl." “Me?” I ask, feigning innocence. "You", James yawns, "keeping me up all night like that. If tonight's show sucks it's all your fault." I try in vain to stifle my own yawn and grin. "You know what? Totally worth it." James laughs and covers my eyes with his large hand. "Sleep", he orders, pulling the covers up. I wake up to the feeling of a warm hand between my shoulder blades. I struggle to open my eyes and find James on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. "You don't need to get up yet", James says softly and places a gentle kiss on my shoulder, "the room's booked for the whole day. I just wanted to thank you for last night." He smooths my hair from the side of my face and kisses my cheek. "I have to go." *** On Monday morning, on my way to work, I stop for a coffee as usual. When I open my purse to pay for it, I find a black pick between the coins. Metallica 2015 it says. I smile and turn it over, even though I know what's on the other side. Got Riff. |
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| jaymzbabe | November 2, 2015, 6:38 pm Post #13 |
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I LOVE it!!!! is there any more or is that the end?
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| Rockfan71 | November 2, 2015, 7:32 pm Post #14 |
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I cannot believe there were 2 updates & I MISSED IT!! But damn, girl! It was SMOKIN' HAWT!!!
I think all of us Jamesexual ladies feel that way. holy smokes!! Hot idea. So is this the end or will he one day revisit his hot kinky Annika. Keep writing, Hun. Keep writing. |
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| HellHathNoFury | November 3, 2015, 2:21 am Post #15 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Something tells me she hesitated when she said she was ok with his wife. Maybe he'll come back? |
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! *grabs napkin to bloth chin*
I am hoping you will write more. Love your attention to detail!

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