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Got Riff; *FINISHED* Het James /OFC Smut. A lot. And a bit of angst
Topic Started: September 2, 2015, 4:19 pm (4,430 Views)
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Gods, Dragon!!!! How I have MISSED you!!!!! Sorry to hear you've been ill. Think by now 70% of the World population has had it :(

But to this chapter:
That was awesome. They are getting closer and this could well be a long lasting secret escape for all off them. Adored the making love instead of Sex paragraph.
But Annika's past is catching up with her and I fear that all are in danger. Will the Hetfields be mad at her for hiding this. I hope not. She is just as much a victim as they are. Even more.

Thank you my dear for making my day off start up like this. You ROCK!!
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Thank YOU for making my day with your kind feedback!!! I was beginning to fear people are getting bored with this story, it is almost as long as my first Master Thesis bynow :lol:

I'm so glad you still like to read it and your feedback might my day so much brighter! :huggie:
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You are welcome. I am sure more will review soon but since there is no e-mail alert system here, it is easy to just forget to check in at times and see if there are updates.
We made each other happy!! YAY!

Have a good Easter *hugs*
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We could never get bored with this story 😊😊😊🤘🤘🤘 keep it coming
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@Rockfan: I hope you have a great easter, too, with your loved ones and loads of good food!

@jaymzbabe: I'm so glad you think so! Whenever I post something I get terrible insecure about my writing... so it's always great to hear that people not only read but enjoy what I've written, too.

Meanwhile, I'm celebrating 1.000 clicks, yay!!! :nanner:
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March 26, 2016, 8:45 pm
@Rockfan: I hope you have a great easter, too, with your loved ones and loads of good food!

@jaymzbabe: I'm so glad you think so! Whenever I post something I get terrible insecure about my writing... so it's always great to hear that people not only read but enjoy what I've written, too.

Meanwhile, I'm celebrating 1.000 clicks, yay!!! :nanner:
Don't be insecure about your writing, it's not bad at all!
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@bluebird: Thank you. I'm glad you think so. I just can't help myself... I always imagine people reading and going "Mehp" :blink:

ANYWAY, here's the latest. A longer chapter, which is good, because there's a HUGE pile of boring work on my desk, so I don't know when I will find the time for more fun writing again.
Lots of talking in this, but - you know me by now - the graphic smut is back, too.

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"I thought you'd spend the day at the spa?" I ask as we enter the lift.

"That's right. I guess you could say I'm in between treatments," Fran smiles.
She lowers her voice conspiratorially, even though it's just the three of us inside the lift. "Don't tell James, but the kids are throwing a party back home. I just wanted to check if the house's still standing."

I laugh. "Do you think they'll even hear the phone? And what do you tell James?"

Fran gives me a wicked grin. "I was rather counting on you to distract him. And I'm not going to call. You can log onto the security system from our I-pad. I'm just going to have a peek."

As the lift stops on the top floor, Steve remains behind. "I'll pick you up in ten minutes," he reminds Fran and presses the button to his own floor. Fran nods and grabs my hand, pulling me with her into the suite.

"Jamie?" she calls and I smile. It's the first time I hear her using this endearment. When she doesn't receive an answer, Fran raises her brows. "Either he's sleeping or he's got his headphones on."

One look into the bedroom confirms her diagnosis. James is lying sprawled on the bed, one arm across his eyes, the other stretched over the second pillow.
Fran grins. "Worn out already?"
I blush but she just winks at me. "That makes things easier. There's no way he's going to wake up any time soon. Lars swears he's witnessed him sleeping through an entire Megadeath rehearsal once."

"You're sure that wasn't just to piss off Dave Mustaine?" I grin and Fran giggles.

"You're right, that might have been part of it."

The I-pad is lying on the night-stand and as Fran goes to pick it up she takes a moment to watch James sleep. Softly she lays a hand on his chest and I think I can see a smile flicker across his relaxed face.
On her way out, Fran pulls the door half-closed. Raising her free hand she crosses her fingers. "Let's hope we've still got a house to come home to," she grins.

"What if you don't?" I grin back.

Fran sighs melodramatically. "I don't want to think about that. Now, let's see... No broken windows, that's a good start... No dead bodies floating in the pool... Is that Cali? Tsk, really you should think she knows where the cameras are..." Fran looks up and grins. "Well, let's hope no-one ends up pregnant and I guess we can call it a successful night."

"You seem pretty relaxed about that."

Fran smiles. "They are pretty sensible kids, pretty sensible for teenagers that is. I think I can trust them."

"And James doesn't?"

"He knows we've got smart kids and we've tried to raise them to be responsible human beings and not spoiled brats. But he can get a bit overprotective, especially with the girls. He almost got a heart attack when he found out Cali has a boyfriend. So, yeah, he probably wouldn't be sleeping this peacefully if he knew about that party."

I nod.

Fran cocks her head to one side. Her eyes are of a darker shade of blue than James', but her gaze is no less intense as she scrutinises me. "You're sure you're okay? I don't know, something seems off."

I shake my head and try a smile. "Ghosts of the past," I say, trying to make it sound light, "I'd rather not go there twice in one day."

Fran still looks at me. I can see that between James and herself it can't be easy for the Hetfield kids to get away with any bullshit. She seems about to say something when there's a soft knock on the door.
Saved by the bell, I think, trying not to look too relieved.
Fran checks her watch. "That'll be Steve. Really, wellness can be a pain in the ass sometimes," she grins.

"Speaking of which," Fran says with a wink, "Lars and the others will be arriving tomorrow morning, so I don't think we'll see much of James until dinner time,” she lowers her voice to a stage whisper as she opens the door, "Wanna come shopping with me? Please? It'll be so much more fun. Steve is great, but such a bore when it comes to make-up and lingerie. Hi, Steve."

"Really, Fran, one day I'll sue you for emotional abuse," Steve deadpans.

He presses the button for the ground floor and I get into the lift behind Fran, pressing the button for my floor.

"Oh sorry," Fran says, turning to me. "For some reason I thought you'd stay with James."

"I need to make a few calls," I answer. Luckily there's no time for more explanations as the lift already stops on my floor.
The cursed letter is still in the pocket of my sweatpants and as much as I'd like to burn it, I know I mustn't.
Dara has found me again and I need to inform the police. To what avail, I'm not sure.

After I have finished my calls, I pace around the suite restlessly. I think about taking a bath but find I’m not in the mood. I pick up a book, opening it at a random page, but I can’t concentrate on reading. As I start on the same sentence for the fourth time I shut the book and throw it on the coffee table with a frustrated sigh.
I decide to change out of my yoga outfit, thinking to go for a walk.
But what if he's still around? I stop. Do I really want to give him that power again? I ask myself. Basing my decisions on what he might do or think? I finish dressing and reach for my key card with a slightly trembling hand.

I hesitate as I step into the lift. Finally I decide to go up instead of down.



"Hey," James murmurs sleepily as I crawl into bed with him, "didn’t expect to see you again so soon."

"Turns out, I don’t want to be alone after all," I confess, "Hold me?"

James opens his arms for me and I snuggle up to his chest, taking comfort in his warmth. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and I can feel James running his fingers through my hair.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" he asks after a while.

"It's not so much that anything's wrong," I finally say, raising my head to look at him. "It's more me, being envious."

"Of what?"

"You and Fran. The love you share. I wish I could find something like that for myself."

For the first time, James avoids my eyes. When he looks up again with a sigh, I can see years of pain and regret. "Fran's seen me at my worst. She's literally saved my life, and more than once. A lot of the time I feel like a fraud and that I don't deserve her love."

I squeeze him lightly and smile. "Obviously she disagrees. She even keeps checking for your heartbeat."

"You noticed that, huh?"

I nod. James rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Obviously he's not entirely comfortable talking about it, so I'm willing to just leave at that. But then James sighs and rubs his hand over his face. "Like I said, she's saved my life a couple of times. There were two occasions when she couldn't feel my heart beating. It still was, obviously, but only just. Although, in my defence, the second time wasn't my fault."

"The first time was?"

"Uh, yeah. That was right before rehab. Fran found me past out from drinking, about to choke on my own barf."

"Ugh!" I pull a face and James grins ruefully.

"I know. That was the time when she threw me out of the house," he nods in confirmation as he sees my incredulous look, "she told me I was a bad influence on the kids and I was definitely not some-one she wanted to be around.
Ultimately, that was what finally made me see sense. I realised that I was about to destroy everything good in my life. Jason had left the band and to a large extend that was my fault. I still believe it was the right decision for Metallica and I hope it worked out okay for Jason as well, but at that point the band was falling apart. And now I was driving away my family as well. And I knew that would be the death of me.
You see, if Fran decided to leave me now, it wouldn't destroy me. I'd be heart-broken, but I'd live. But at that time in my life, I knew without her and the kids I would be dead within a year. So I knew then I had to get my shit together. And I had to admit to myself I couldn't do that on my own, I had to get help."

There's a prolonged silence while I digest what he's told me. James gives me a quick sideway glance and slightly opens his arms again. I rest my head on his chest, realising he needs the physical contact as much as I do. Instantly he starts playing with my hair again. "The second time?"

"I managed to dislocate my kneecap playing basketball with Castor. The medics had to drug me up to the eyeballs with Propofol to set the knee. Despite the pain I fought to stay conscious."

"Propofol's the stuff that killed Michael Jackson, right?"

"Yeah, slows down the heartbeat. Apparently they had to use a lot to fully knock me out, there were a few seconds where they couldn't feel my pulse. Fran almost panicked, said she thought that after all the shit I've put her through she thought she'd lose me 'cause of my stupid clumsiness. Ever since that day, she likes to check I'm still alive every now and then.
Which reminds me, do you know if Fran checked on the kids? I know they had some kind of party planned."

I raise my head in surprise. "You know about that?"

James chortles and rolls his eyes. "I don't know how stupid they think I am. I mean, what would you have done at their age if your parents left the continent? And besides, Marcella can't keep a secret for more than ten seconds, plus she's the world's worst liar," he says fondly.

The love for his children is written all over his face as he speaks of his youngest and I smile. "Fran logged onto your security system and the house's still standing. Her only fear was that somebody could get knocked up, I think," I try to hold back my grin as I wait for his reaction.

To my surprise, James waves it aside. "Cali's on the pill - don't tell Fran I know that - so she should be safe. Castor's a lot more self-confident than I was at his age, but luckily he's also a lot smarter. He knows what to do - and what not. And Marcella isn't even dating yet. Nah, they're fine."

"Don't you want to have grandchildren?"

"Oh, I do. A whole lot of them," James laughs, "but not right now. My kids still have some growing up to do. And I’m not feeling very grandfatherly yet." And with that he lets his hands travel down my back and over the curve of my butt, pulling me a little closer, his mouth seeking mine.

His lips are soft and warm and all my worries and dark thoughts seem to evaporate. James softly runs his tongue over my bottom lip and I willingly open my lips for him.

James' fingers dig deeper into my skin, kneading my butt, as our kiss quickly heats up.

I can feel his cock growing between us and I move a little so I can press one leg between James', increasing the friction for him.

He moans softly into our kiss and runs his fingers down the crack of my ass.
"Do you like it like this?" he whispers, gently pressing a fingertip against my opening.

"I don't know," I reply, my heart suddenly beating much faster.

"You... don't know?" He stops moving, hands stilling, his eyes seeking mine.

"I've never tried. Dara, my ex-husband, he... he must have been the only young man in Ireland not particularly into sex. And after him... it's nothing I'd like to try with a casual acquaintance, you know."

"*You* married someone not particularly interested in sex? I mean, don't get me wrong, but you're not exactly what I'd call frigid."

"I'm not sure that's a nice thing to say," I snort, "but, yeah, that was one of the reasons we weren't very well suited."

"And I am a casual acquaintance?" James asks, sounding rather amused.

Despite my nervousness, the question makes me laugh. "I don't know what label to put on our relationship, but casual?" I lightly bite his lip, "I think we've surpassed that."

James doesn't respond, but gently smooths my hair back so he can kiss the side of my neck.

"James?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm not saying I don't want to try. I... I've always been curious about it... Hey, where're you going?"

"I'll close the door."

He slips back under the covers spooning me. I can feel him nuzzling my hair, his exhale warm on my skin. His large, reassuring hands gently squeeze my shoulders.

"You really don't have to, just to please me, you know that, right? I don't want to take advantage of how fragile you feel right now. There's plenty of other..."

"James..." I smile and snuggle even closer to him, his erection pressing into the small of my back. "I do want to. And there's no man I'd trust more than I trust you... Which is a bit weird, given the short time we've known each other. But I'll admit I'm a bit scared. You *are* rather well endowed."

I can feel James' chuckle more than I hear it. "No need to be scared. The more you relax, the better it'll feel. We'll go real slow. And if you don't like it, promise you'll say so. I won't mind, okay?"

"Okay. Uhm... how do we...," I stop myself to rephrase my question as I can practically hear James grinning behind my back, "should I lie on my tummy?"

"Let's try it like this. That way you can set the pace and you won't feel trapped underneath me."

"I've never minded that."

"No, but you might this time. Just remember to relax, don't hold your breath."

His considerateness already eases my slight apprehension. I haven't even realised I've been holding my breath. I can feel James move behind me, the warmth of his body briefly leaving me. He rummages through the night-stand drawer. I hear him opening some lid.

"This might be a bit cold," he murmurs. He places one hand on my shoulder again in a reassuring gesture. Then I feel him gently nudge my opening again, his finger now slippery with lube. He doesn't press in, but softly rubs and teases until I melt a little under his touch and start pressing back against him.

"That's it," he quietly encourages, his lips close to my ear.

I gasp as his fingertip suddenly slips in. "Shhh..." James lets his hand slip from my shoulder and gently cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my hard nipple. "Good?"

I can't concentrate on speaking, so I just hum out an affirmation and press back a little more.
The feeling is so different but at least just as intense.
"Fuck... God..." I cry out as James slowly pushes his finger past the muscle and all the way in. He stops, letting me get used to the sensation. His breath has quickened and I can feel the heat that radiates from his body.

I slightly move my hips to let him know I'm ready for more.
"Fuck, you are responsive," James growls. He starts to slowly move his finger, pulling out a little and pressing back in.

I've never imagined it would be like this, never expected it to feel this intimate and intense.
"That's so good," I moan.

"Think you can take more?" James asks huskily. I can tell he's already fighting for control from the sound of his voice.

"God, yes... please, yes!"

Gently he withdraws his finger, just to slowly push two past my muscle. His other hand travels from my breast between my legs.
"God, you're dripping wet!" he pants.

I let out a breathless chuckle. "You're telling me?"

James scissors his fingers and I groan. The feeling sets my whole body on fire, radiating right to the core of my lust.
"Sure you wanna do this?"

His question shocks me enough to find the words to answer him. "Are you kidding me? I'll burst if you stop now!"

James chuckles softly. "Thank God for that." He withdraws his fingers and I can hear him opening the lube again. One moment later his cock rubs against me. James grabs my hip with one hand and lines himself up against me. "Remember to relax," he murmurs, slowly pressing forward until the head of his cock slides in.
"Your turn," he breathes.

I tentatively move my hips and we both groan as James' cock slips deeper. The feeling of being stretched and filled is intense but not at all unpleasant.

"Fuck," James hisses, "you're tight." He grabs my hip, forcing me to hold still. "Gimme a moment."

I almost laugh. I'm glad this affects him as much as it does me.
As the grip of his hand eases a bit I role my hip again and then again, slowly establishing a rhythm. I let out a groan and instantly bite my own fist, trying to muffle the loud sound.

Gently but with a slightly trembling hand James pulls my arm down. "Don't. I want to hear you."

"Fuck, James... I'm so close. So close. I can feel you so... deep... Every time you twitch it goes right to my clit."
James groans and reaches between my legs again and just like that I explode, forcing his hand away as the feeling gets too intense. James entwines his fingers with mine, almost crushing them, as he, too, climaxes, pushing me over the edge again.

"Wow," I gasp as I can think clearly again. "That was something else."

James chuckles and the vibration of the sound sends a shiver through my entire body. Slowly, gently he pulls out and kisses the nape of my neck.
"Was it worth the wait?"

I turn around to face him and kiss him hungrily. "Every minute."

"Good."
James pulls me into a tight embrace and I relish the feeling of being held, warm and safe.





Edited by Dragonlove, November 25, 2017, 10:01 am.
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Oh I love it 😘😘😘😘😘☺️☺️☺️☺️ And they are so cute together. All of them
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Now THAT was hot to wake up to!!!
*fans face*

Loved the chats they have. Love the intimacy they show. Not only James but also with Fran.
Thank you so much!!
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Thanks @jaymzbabe and @Rockfan for your kind feedback!!!

I'm glad you both liked the dialogues, I had so much fun writing them. I liked the idea that both Fran and James, despite being so close, still have little secrets they keep from each other, but let Annika in on.

@Rockfan: I'm so happy you thought it was hot, too! I wasn't sure if I should include it in the story, but then I thought it does illustrate the (new) level of trust between Annika and James. That was something I've never written before, so dank je wel for letting me know it worked for you :D
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Graag gedaan :huggie:
Loved to see more.
Have a great weekend.
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I'm all hot after that. I need to find a fan to cool down :blush:

Seriously, that was an amazing chapter. Do I feel a sense that James is starting to have more than sexual feelings for her?
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I'm thrilled you still like it!!! I hope life will treat you more kindly now :heart: :heart: :heart:


Sorry it took me so long to update but stupid things like work got in the way :rolleyes:
Anyway, have some smut! And a little warning to go with it:
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When I wake up, I find I'm alone in the spacious bedroom. The door's ajar and I can hear James playing guitar in another room. He's turned the volume down, but the sound still wavers in through the door. It’s nothing I recognise, in fact it sounds as if he’s just playing whatever comes to his mind and it’s such a peaceful, dreamlike tune that I almost drift off again.
Before I can fall asleep again I peel off the sheets, slip into my undies and shirt as quietly as possible and tiptoe into the living room. James is sitting on the couch, dressed in faded jeans and a white t-shirt, his feet bare and his hair dishevelled and still damp from a recent shower. He's got his white Snakebite balanced on his leg, eyes closed, completely lost in his music. I don’t want to alert him to my presence so I lean against the door frame and just savour my own little private concert.

After a few minutes James becomes aware of me. He blinks his eyes open, gives me a small smile and lets the melody peter out.
"Can you play?" Invitingly he pats the spot next to him and holds up his guitar.

I hesitate before I take up his offer, gently closing my finger around the neck of his precious instrument. "I used to have guitar lessons when I was young, but I don't know if I remember more than a few chords," I say. The truth is, I've had guitar lessons for about seven or eight years and was rather good at it. But I haven't touched an instrument for about a decade, so I don't want to raise high expectations.
I softly strum my fingers along the strings, wrecking my brain for long forgotten skills. James smiles at me and gives me an encouraging nudge with his shoulder.

"Come on, don't be shy. You can't be worse than Lars..."

"I’m sure I am," I laugh. I think it's a bit unfair to tease Lars when he's not here to defend himself and decide James deserves a small payback. I have to try a few times, but finally I manage to find the right chords. It's Bon Jovi's Living on a prayer, and James recognises it with a disgusted look on his face.

"Ouch! You evil, evil woman," he growls, prying my fingers open, taking his guitar from me, "now I'll have to have it exorcised."

Still laughing I reach for the guitar again. "I can do it," I offer, giggling at his facial expression, "trust me?"

James sighs. "After what you've just done I really think I shouldn't..." Gingerly, he hands me the guitar back.

This time, I close my eyes as I concentrate. It's been such a long time and I want to get it right on first try. As I play the first notes of the Fear of the Dark intro, my fingers remember the rest and I open my eyes again to see James nod his approval. "Better. But you need to play the full song or it won't help."

"I'm not sure I remember all of it."

"No excuses. Go on, try!" James gets up to fetch a second guitar. He plugs it in and much to my joy joins in. We both don't have too firm a grasp of the song and there's a lot of trial and error and even more laughter before we manage to come up with something resembling the Maiden hit. James remembers more of it than I do and he turns out to be a patient teacher.
Suddenly James sets his guitar aside, grabs my face in both of his hands and kisses me hard. I let out a surprised squeal and the guitar in my lap makes a sound like a fighting tom-cat.
James grins. "I can't help it. You look just too sexy with a guitar and no pants."

I curl my fingers into his hair. "Drop your pants and I can say the same about you."

James laughs. Carefully he takes the guitar out of my hands and leans it against the sofa, out of harm's way. Then he pulls me closer until I'm straddling his lap, our lips glued together.

We're much too busy kissing to notice the suite's door closing. As we break for air I can see Fran trying to sneak past. "Hey guys," she chimes as she catches my eyes, giving a small wave and a saucy grin, "don't mind me. I didn't want to interrupt anything."

I can feel a deep blush heating up my cheeks. No matter that this was all more or less Fran's idea I feel like a child caught with the hand in the cookie jar. I try to slide off James lap but his hands tighten around my waist and keep me firmly in place. He tilts his head back until he can look upside down at Fran standing behind the sofa. "Had a good time at the spa?" he asks.

I think that's rather obvious. Fran's skin, impeccable to begin with, is *radiant*. She rolls her eyes blissfully and sighs. "Awesome. I feel as boneless as a pudding." She bends down to place a kiss on James’ forehead. Straightening up again she gives me a warm smile. "And I see you've been enjoying yourselves, too. Well done. I was worried about you earlier."

Determined not to let my mind wander back to our interrupted conversation, let alone the damned letter, I grin back at her, placing my hands on James' shoulders. "James' been taking good care of me."

James looks up at me with a small, private smile. "I have, have I?" he murmurs, lightly tightening his grip on me. I hum out a confirmation and lower my head to kiss his lips again, forgetting Fran's presence as soon as his tongue snakes between my lips.
James' hands leave my waist to travel up my back and grab my shoulders, pulling me closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Trying to scramble higher in his lap I almost knock over the Snakebite with my foot. At the soft thumping sound James instinctively reaches out his hand and saves the guitar.
"Think we should take this back to bed?" I suggest.

James makes a sound that could be an affirmation or simply a growl while his hands crawl underneath my shirt. His fingers wander up my back and he lets out another growl as he realises I'm not wearing my bra.

Sitting in his lap I can feel his body react to this finding, the bulge in his jeans pressing harder against me. James lifts my shirt over my head, his mouth on my breast before the silky garment has floated down to the floor.
His fingertips trace the seam of my panties, occasionally dipping underneath the lace to brush over my skin. The feathery caress feels like his hands whisper sinful promises to my skin and I moan under my breath. "How come you're still fully dressed?" I ask, ghosting my lips over his ear.

"That's probably 'cause it's rather difficult to get out of my pants with you sitting on me," he teases.

"You could always start with that shirt."

James sits up a bit and I assist pulling the shirt over his head. "Much better," I praise, running my palms over his toned chest.

"Not good enough," James states gruffly, bucking up underneath me, "c'mon, you're right. Let's take this back to bed. I need to feel more of you."

I steal another kiss, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth before I reluctantly slide off his lap, the denim of his jeans deliciously rough against the bare skin of my thighs. As I turn towards the bedroom I briefly look at Fran, who has wrapped herself in her silk robe. She winks at me and makes a shooing motion with both hands.

Behind me I can hear James unbuckling his belt, a sound that sends a pleasant shiver down my spine.
I stop in the doorway to the bedroom and without turning around wriggle out of my black lace panties.

James is behind me within a split second. He grabs my hips and all but throws me onto the bed. I let out a sound that is half surprised squeal and delighted giggle. James hovers over me, trying to trap me with his body.

He catches both my wrists in one of his hands and pins them down above my head. “Now will you stop wriggling?” he growls and playfully nips my bottom lip.
I arch up against him trying to get him off-balanced. "No, I won't," I challenge him, "not until I've got you where I want you."
James softly scrapes his teeth along my jaw. "Oh? And where's that?"

I manage to slip both my legs free and to my right so that I can push my lower body up and against James' left side bucking him off. The move catches him by surprise and he lands on his back with a soft "Oof". I think I can hear a low chuckle from Fran.
"On your back. Underneath me," I purr, straddling him.

James' eyebrows shoot up as he runs his hands up my flanks to cup my breasts, squeezing gently. "You want to ride me? All you had to do was ask..."

I lean down for a passionate kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance. "My way's more fun."

Chuckling softly, James rakes his fingers through my hair and down my back. "True."

I wriggle down his body, showering his neck and chest with kisses. I gently suck on his right nipple and I can hear James moaning softly.
I carefully graze my teeth over the hardened bud and James hisses through clenched teeth. Smiling to myself I switch my attention to his other nipple, snaking my hand further south.
Gently I close my fingers around his throbbing cock, giving it a slow stroke. I'm rewarded with a soft curse.

James runs his hands up my thighs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin on the inside and higher, ghosting over my clit.

I bite my bottom lip and James grins up at me. He knows I'm just as impatient as he is.

Kissing him again I slowly lower myself onto him, dragging out the feeling of being entered. I groan into our kiss and James answers in kind.
"Fuck, you feel good," I whisper against his lips.

James wraps his arms around me, pulling me in for another deep kiss, gently rocking his hips up.
I playfully bite his bottom lip and straighten up, taking him deeper.

James takes the opportunity to reach for my breasts again. We've soon established a slow, deep rhythm that has us both breathing hard, our hands roaming each other's skin.

I lean forward, hiding our faces behind the curtain of my long hair.

"Do you think Fran would like to join us?" I whisper between small kisses.

James' large hands come up to softly caress my face and neck. "Do *you* want that?" he asks quietly.

I smile and give him a slow, lingering kiss, before raising my face enough so he can look into my eyes as I answer. "Yeah. I do, actually."

I can feel him twitch inside me, see his eyes growing wider, darker as he pulls me in for another hot kiss, his fingers burrowing into my hair. As we break for air he turns towards Fran, his hand reaching out for her.
"Come here, babe."

Fran shoots me a questioning look. I can see how much she wants to follow James' beckoning but she's hesitant for my sake. "Please," I say softly, emphasising the single word with a nod.

It's all the confirmation she needs and she stands up, her silk robe sliding off her body as she does so. "You think you can handle both of us?" she teases James as she slowly walks towards us, a sensual sway in her steps.

"If not, I'll die a very happy man," James purrs, his hand curling around Fran's hip, pulling her closer.

I take the opportunity to let my eyes wander over her body. I've never been with another woman before but right now I'm itching to touch her.

As if sensing my thoughts, Fran turns to me. She gently cups my cheek. "Thank you," she says softly and it's the most natural thing in the world to just lean in and kiss her slightly parted lips that instantly open wider to allow the meeting of our tongues.

There's a deep groan from James. "God, you *are* trying to kill me."

He shifts a little and pulls Fran closer. Our lips part but her eyes never leave mine as she lets herself be manoeuvred by him until her knees are on both sides of James' head.

My hands are on his chest and I can feel his heart hammering underneath my palm as he gently pulls her down.

Fran gasps out a moan as his mouth touches her and it's as if I can feel her arousal as well as my own.
Now I can definitely understand why Fran wanted to watch us. I don't think I've ever seen anything sexier than James' inked hands on her creamy thighs, Fran's cheeks flushed pink and her eyes clouded with lust.

The sight makes me increase my movements. I can feel my orgasm building deep inside, just out of reach but already so close.
I move my hand to pinch one of James' nipples hard between my thumb and index finger, knowing he'll get off on the small pain. And indeed he bucks up underneath me and groans into Fran's flesh, which in turn is enough to make her come, clutching my shoulders for balance as her climax ripples through her. Her long fingers dig into my skin and as I feel James shudder underneath me with his release it's enough to push me over the edge as well.

We collapse into a tangled, deliciously sated heap. After a few breathless moments I poke James in the ribs. "Still alive?" I joke.

He rumbles out a laugh and lightly smacks my ass. "Not sure, but certainly very happy. What about you, babe?" he asks, gently combing his hand through Fran's blonde hair.

"Nope," she mumbles weakly, her face half buried in one of the pillows.

James chuckles and lets his hand travel down her spine. "Aww, poor darling," he coos, "it was all your own idea, remember?"

Fran rolls onto her back, a wide smile on her face. "And a fucking brilliant idea it was, too!" she exclaims enthusiastically, making us all laugh. "Seriously," she says, pecking first James and then me on the lips, "thank you for this."

I can glimpse the look in James' eyes as Fran brushes her lips over mine and I lean in a bit, deepening the peck into a kiss. "My pleasure."

James lets out a growl that's only half acted. He runs his hand down Fran's arm to entwine his fingers with hers while he wraps a strand of my hair around two fingers of his other hand. "I really don't know if I can give this up to meet the guys tomorrow."

"Stop complaining," Fran mock-scolds him, "performing live is the only thing you like as much as sex - and cars maybe."

James stops, looking at her in mild shock. "Please don't make me choose."

I snort. "If you want to have sex in a car on stage - the answer is no!"

James looks at me with a wide grin and an evil gleam in his eyes and Fran hoots with laughter. "Now you've given him ideas!"






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HOLY *BLEEP*
You are back with a bang!! Honey, you turned the most crappy day into a FAB one.
That was so steamy and
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The way you described it was so damn erotic. I need a cigarette!!! Damn, I stopped ....non in the house. More thing I cannot have!! LOL!!

Welcome back my Dragonlove. Faith restored.
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😳😳😳😘😘😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️❤️ there is a God and its name it's @dragonlove. Holy mother of god was that hot!!!!!!! :huggie:
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