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Go Go Dancer - Part 2

part 1 here

warnings: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering

The time passed quickly, James’ big arms stayed wrapped around my waist for the whole night, pulling me closer to him, feeling his warm chest against my back, his heavy breaths and low growls tickling my skin at every movements.

My eyes slowly open, the late day’s light against the walls of the hotel room, giving a cozy ambience. Messed up white bed sheets are covering my naked body, clothes all over the room, my purse half opened on the floor, signs on the wall caused by the headboard smashing on it the night before. I turn on my left side seeing James still asleep on his stomach, keeping an arm under his pillow resting his head on it, while half of his blond hair covers his face. The sheets covering his body’s lowest part, only leaving his back exposed to the sunrays highlighting his toned muscles.

I look at the clock next to the bed: 3pm. My shift starts earlier tonight and I need to be at my place to get ready. I slowly try to shift out of the bed to collect my clothes, suddenly feeling a warm big arm wrapping my waist pulling me back on the mattress.

“Where ya’ goin’?” James’ low and sleepy voice asks me, his eyes still closed.

“I have work tonight James”, I answer him while his grip tensed.

“No ya’ don’t”, he says with a cocky smile. I roll my eyes scoffing at his words.

“Yes I do James, I gotta go.” I try to move away from his arm but he pulls me again closer to him, while his eyes open.

“Stay with me tonight.” His hand moves to my face fixing some hair falling on my eyes.

“What for?” I ask him trying to ignore his intimate touch on my skin.

“I have a show… I want you with me.” I laugh at his words, he doesn’t respond at my reaction, he just stares at me for a few seconds instead. Then he gets up from the bed, revealing his fully naked tall and toned body, before disappearing in the bathroom for about ten minutes, leaving me alone on the bed waiting for him.

What does he really want from me? I mean, he just invited me to go to his concert with him… was this just a simple fuck? Maybe he wants me to be his “personal girl”? My overthinking was filling my head, making me go crazy… maybe he really likes me, and wants to really know me… or maybe not… he doesn’t even really know me at all, he was probably drunk last night, he didn’t really mean those words, and I didn’t blow his mind as he described…

My thoughts got interrupted by the bathroom door opening, revealing James figure coming back into the room, with his shiny body caused of the wetness on his skin, a towel around his waist and another one in his hands while drying his blonde mullet. I observe his movements, the heavy breaths he takes while he quickly rubs his hair removing the water from it, how he throws the white towel on the chair before reaching me, climbing on the bed. His lips move on my exposed bare legs, then he positions himself between them as he keeps kissing my skin, my collarbone, then my neck.

Finally they meet my lips with his “Ya’ slept well?”

He whispers on my mouth, my breath stuck in my throat earring his deep voice vibrating on my soft skin, giving him a “Mh mh” as a respond. James smirks at my meek response, his blue eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire as he looms over me on the bed. He leans in closer, his rough, stubble-covered jaw lightly grazing my soft cheek, his warm breath tickling my ear.

"Mhmm, ya' did, didn't ya?" He murmurs huskily, his large hand slowly trailing up my bare thigh, his calloused fingers leaving goosebumps in our wake.

"Ya' got me all worked up Y/N. Hope ya' know what that means, huh?"

His hand reaches up to tuck a damp strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lightly brushing against my neck, feeling my pulse quicken at his touch. James chuckles darkly, his voice a low, sensual rumble in his chest.

He captures my lips in a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth to claim me, to possess me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. His hands roam my curves greedily, squeezing and caressing, stoking the flames of my desire.

James inhales sharply through his nose as my fingers rake through his damp, tousled hair, my touch sending electric sparks across his sensitive scalp. A low, approving growl rumbles in his chest as I pull him flush against me, our bare skins melting together, the dampness from his shower seeping into the sheets.

His strong arms encircle my waist, crushing my soft curves against the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. His hips grind slowly against mine, the evidence of his erection pressing insistently against my thigh through the thin towel wrapped around his waist.

James' large, calloused hands begin to explore my body with a newfound hunger, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He squeezes the supple flesh of my hips, my ass, my breasts, his fingertips digging into my soft skin possessively. He nips and sucks at the column of my throat, his stubble rasping against my delicate flesh, no doubt leaving marks of his desire. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down the sharpe curve of my neck, his voice a low, seductive rasp against my ear.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful, it drives me crazy”, then pressing his forehead against mine. I meet his eyes looking at him through my long lashes. His pupils are dilated with desire, the deep cerulean irises swirling with a maelstrom of emotions - lust, possessiveness, adoration, and something more primal, something almost feral.

He reaches up, his rough, calloused fingers tenderly brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. His thumb traces the delicate curve of my cheekbone, the pad of his finger lightly grazing the sensitive skin just below my eye. He leans in closer, until our noses are nearly touching, his breath mingling with mine.

“Stay with me tonight...” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my skin while his his other hand slides down to the small of my back, pressing me even closer, eliminating any remaining space between our bodies. He rolls his hips into mine, the hard, insistent length of him pressing against my core, separated only by the thin, damp fabric of the towel.

“Say yes” he continues, his voice is low, an intimate rasp, a strong tone, meant only for my ears.

“But… I don’t even have my clothes here”, I protest, but of course he couldn’t care less about those words, he suddenly stands up again quickly checking the clock before speaking.

"Come on, I know a place where you can find something to wear." He reaches out a hand to me.

“But-“, he shuts me pulling me, making the sheets falling from my body.

“Get ready” he says spanking my ass.

After we both dressed up, he reaches for my hand grabbing it for the all time while guiding me to his driver’s car to bring us to a store that was not too far away from his hotel, telling him where he wanted to go. After a few minutes of silence in the backseats he leans closer.

“I know the owner” he says smirking.

“Oh yeah? How many girls have you been a stylist for?” I joke laughing while keeping my eyes locked out of the window, feeling him getting closer again.

“Just one”.

The shop had black and pink furnitures inside, dresses, lingeries, heels all off the place. Fortunately for James, not a lot of people were inside, just a few girls running towards the dressing rooms with a bunch of things in their hands. I walk through the shelfs looking around to see if there is something for me and for the night with him.

“I don’t know what I should pick”, my voice trembles a bit, and the embarrassment shows on my cheeks, it has never happened before that a random rockstar pops up in your life during a work night, and suddenly seems to be so obsessed with you.

“Choose a dress, something, for the show tonight.” He steps closer behind me leaning down at my height “Something for your body...” He says in the most sensual voice whispering in my ear. “Try that one” he points at short back dress in the corner of the room.

“For your concert?” I scoff looking around for a second choice.

“Yes, that’s perfect”, he replies proud of his decision.

“It’s literally see-through, James… I use those kind of dresses while I work.” He smirks, a hint of jealously in his eyes.

“You will wear it for me. And you will stay in the backstage and VIP pit anyway, so I can keep an eye on you.” With a wink and loud slap on my ass he goes towards the dress grabbing it, making a hint with his head letting me know to go towards the dressing room.

I enter the small pink and black room, a huge, kind of princess-y mirror hanging on the wall, with a black leather couch right next to it. James reaches over to give me the dress moving even closer, wanting to join me while changing.

“No… you wait here”, my phrase teases him, rolling his eyes he glances at the girls in a few dressing rooms next to mine, grabbing his sunglasses and putting them on.

“Be quick” he says sitting in manspread position right out of the door.

While changing my mind keeps traveling with the most paranoid questions ever, wanting deeply inside of me that this won’t be just a few days’ fling; I heard about him and some girls that he dated before, pretty simple ones, but apparently he didn’t treat them in the best ways possible, like he’s doing with me.

I look at myself in the mirror, the dress highlights every inch of my body, the almost transparent black fabric showing my skin under it, every curve is exposed. Maybe not a dress for a concert but James’ taste ain’t that bad. I unlock the door, showing him how I look.

James stood up from the couch, taking off his sunglasses and looking at me up and down with a satisfied smirk. His blue eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my curves, the transparent black fabric leave little to no imagination. He lets out a low whistle of approval.

"Fuck, you look... incredible", James growls, his voice husky with desire. He steps closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my exposed collarbone, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"I knew that dress would be perfect on you."

James's gaze lingers on my cleavage, the swell of my breasts threatening to spill out of the low cut dress. He swallows hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. When his eyes finally meet mine, they’re filled with a fierce, almost possessive intensity.

His hand sliding down to rest on the small of my back. He pulls me flush against him, letting me feel the hardness in his ripped jeans.

"You’re gonna drive me crazy tonight."

James leans in, his stubble brushing against my cheek as he nuzzled into my neck. I could feel his breath hot on my skin as he inhaled my scent, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His voice a dark promise against my ear.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight, I want to look at you while I'm on stage."

With that, he captures my lips in a searing kiss, his mustache tickling my skin as he plundered my mouth with his tongue, without bothering of the girls a few meters away from us; I break the kiss looking at them with a side eye.

“James…”, my voice almost a whisper against James’ wet lips. He follows my sight, he pushes me back inside the dressing room, James kicks the door shut behind him, pinning me against the pink and black striped wall of the cramped dressing room. His large frame engulfs me, one hand gripping my hip possessively while the other cups my jaw, tilting my face up towards his.

"Fuck, I can't control myself around you." James growled, his voice ragged with lust. He crashed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss, his mustache scratching again my skin as he licked into my mouth, his tongue dominating mine.

His hand slides from my hip to grope my ass, squeezing the flesh hard as he ground his denim-clad erection against my core. He swallows my whimper, deepening the kiss with a low groan.

Breaking away, James attacks my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, no doubt leaving marks.

"You taste even better than you look", he pants against my throat, his hot breath making my skin prickle.

His fingers found the zipper of my dress, tugging it down in one swift motion. The flimsy fabric slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in just my panties. James drank in the sight of my naked body, his eyes dark and hungry.

"I fucking want ya’”, his voice a sinful rasp. His hand slid up my thigh, his fingers brushing teasingly against my clothed pussy, making me escape a low moan.

“I need to feel you again Y/N”, he says capturing my gasps kissing my lips as his hands fumbled with his belt buckle. He broke away just long enough to yank the leather strap through the loop, the sound echoing loudly in the small dressing room.

His jeans were already unbuttoned, his erect cock straining against the denim, the outline clearly visible. He grabbed my thighs, hoisting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist as he pinned me harder against the wall. The rough bricked wall scraped against my bare back, a contrast to the heat of his body.

James's calloused fingers slid under my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he ground his cock against my lace-covered cunt. The thin fabric dampened with my arousal, clinging to your swollen folds.

My overthink keeps haunting my mind, a thousands of questions pop up while he claims me, and he surely notices it. His grip tightening on my ass.

"Tell me you want it too Y/N, tell me that you want me as much as I want you.” He says desperately and breathless.

“James I…” I can’t even find the right words.

“I want you Y/N, I want you in my life, you fucking blew my mind, and you keep doing it” he keeps kissing me while saying those words. “Admit that you want me too.”

Now his eyes lock with mine, a hand shifts on my face positioning some hair behind my ear before whispering again.

“Say it…” I bite my lip, not knowing what to say

“James… I had a thousand of man saying this, I don’t want to be your groupie for a few days, just for you to play me or something.”

He shuts my mouth caressing my lips with his thumb.

“Y/N please, I’m not fucking play with ya’, I’m dead serious… tell me you’ll give me a chance” his touch still on my lip that belied the intensity of his gaze. “Say you want me too…”

James’ voice echoes in my head for a second, my voice stuck before finding a way out.

“I do…” he smiles at me.

“That’s my good girl” he whispers on my lips. Without warning, he ripped my flimsy lace panties clean off, the scrap of fabric fluttering to the floor. His calloused fingers found my slick folds, stroking through my wetness before pushing two thick digits knuckle-deep into my aching core, he pumped his fingers in and out of my clenching heat, his thumb circling my clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me moan on his lips while his tongue keeps pushing inside my mouth.

With his free hand, James fumbled with the button of his jeans, finally freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang out, long and thick, the swollen head already weeping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a few times, spreading the slick fluid along his impressive length, positioning his cock at my entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, stretching me around his thick girth, my legs tighten around his waist at every strong thrust inside me.

"Fuck!" James roared, his head falling back as my walls clenched down on him like a vice. He started to move, his hips snapping forward as he fucked into me with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the small room, mingling with my wanton moans. He keeps pushing harder and harder, slamming my back again the wall, know probably all the store knows what is happening. He keeps on going, now faster, wanting to reach his release, grabbing my ass even harder and sinking his fingertips in its flesh, while his mouth keeps eating my neck, making me feel his growls and deep moans.

“I’m gonna cum... fuck”, his deep voice makes me gasp, it makes me go crazy, it feels like to be in one of his lyrics, surrounded by the melody of his dark and deep tone.

James's body tenses up, his fingers digging into my soft skin as he slammed into me one last time. A guttural roar tore from his throat as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, painting my walls with thick ropes of his warm seed.

"Fuck, Y/N!" James bellowed, his voice echoing off the dressing room walls as he found his release. His hips jerked and stuttered, grinding against mine as he emptied himself deep inside my spasming cunt.

My pussy clenches and flutters around his shaft, milking every last drop of his cum. James's head fell forward, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. His chest heaved, his sweat-slicked skin glistening in the dim light. James's hand slid up my side, cupping my face, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. He captured my mouth in a slow, deep kiss, a stark contrast to the rough fucking of moments before.

When he finally broke away, James's eyes met mine, his gaze intense and sated. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s go, grab the dress. We gotta get ready for the show”, he winks at me before getting out of the dressing room, all the girls there looking at him giggling and whispering things.

The night came quickly, and as we arrive James leads me through the bustling backstage area of the venue. He kept me close, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist, as if he was afraid I might disappear in the sea of people milling about. Nervously walking with him, I try to avoid the fact that all the staff was looking at us, past roadies hurrying with equipment and groupies lounging on couches, waiting for their chance with the band. He ignores everyone, but kept me moving towards the private lounge reserved for Metallica, finding the guys getting ready for the show.

I was disoriented in here, feeling like I’m living every girl’s dream, after quitting a job that was gonna ruin me on the long run, thanks to a rockstar that I barely even know, but that feels like the most passionate and amazing man that I have ever met in my entire life.

The men’s eyes analyze my figure standing there in their private room.

“Meet Y/N”, James says reaching for a beer can on the table.

“Yeah, the stripper! We already know her man, you talked about her for the all day after the night at the club”, Lars says jokingly.

“Watch it, dick”, James’ voice makes Lars’ cocky smile fade away. “I mean it.” He continues while keep looking at the drummer.

“You know Y/N, you are the reason that James wanted to add some last minute dates here in New York”, Kirk’s sweet voice breaks the tension between the others, making me blush at his admission.

“Two minutes on stage” a random man enters the room to inform them, they all grab their instruments quickly and get out of the room.

“Come on”, James grabs my hand guiding me towards the VIP pit, before kissing me.

“God, you are gorgeous”, he says in his deep warm tone. “I’ll watch you from up there, wait for me.”

And with a last wink, he runs on stage with his guitar, reaching for his bandmates, and with a nod to each other, they launched into their first song. The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of sound crashing over the stage.

James was a different man out here, his confidence and charisma were amplified under the hot lights. He worked the crowd like a seasoned pro, his voice raw and powerful as he belted out the lyrics. His fingers flew over the guitar strings, the heavy metal riff reverberating through my bones. As the song reached its crescendo, James turned to look at me, his eyes locking with mine, making all the overthinking fade away.

-mel

he's the one they call dr. feelgood ── ౨ৎ (he's gonna be your frankenstein!)

✴︎˚｡⋆ dr. feelgood, 1989

so… i was sleeping when my best friend called me telling me that metallica will be back in italy on june 3. 2k26… now i can’t sleep anymore🤪

pray for me that my mom will buy me the tickets.

can’t wait!!!!!

Hello, can i request a smut where Tom have sex with reader and then gives her oral, thank u sm meli!

(I keep thinking about it after i read that a groupie said hes really good at giving it)

hiii!! thank u for ur request, hope u enjoy xx

Wanna Forget

Description: Your friends take you to a bar after you had an argument with your boyfriend, now probably “ex”; but, despite your endless overthinking, you’ll find out that this will be one of best nights of your life.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving).

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My friends decided to have a girls night out after a long and tough week, dragging me to a pub where a band should perform tonight.

Heels clicking on the street while we laugh and joke enthusiast about finally being all single, together and with no men around us.

The bar is full of people, some music already playing in the background, not too loud so I can still hear my friends talking to me “Tell me what do you wanna drink” Stacy asks us “Bring us some beers; we’ll give you the money back later” Kenzie answers “Yeah sure” Stacy continues walking towards the bar counter “Come on Y/N, let’s go in the front row” the other girl grabs my hand guiding me trough the crowd “What’s this band name again?” I ask her “Cinderella” She answers making me laugh “Don’t laugh! They are really good…” Kenzie continues “…And hot” here comes Stacy with our beers, “Y/N relax come on, forget that asshole and enjoy some music with us!” The girl continues noticing my lost expression referring to my ex “boyfriend” who doesn’t even know about my existence. The girls raise their glasses making them toast with mine.

As the lights dim and the crowd erupts in cheers. Stacy and Kenzie squeal with excitement on either side of me, gripping my hands tightly. I'm stunned, my heart pounding in my chest as the singer comes into view, his guitar slung low and a mischievous grin on his handsome face.

As the song goes on, I notice him glancing out at the crowd, his gaze lingering on our little group. When his eyes meet mine, I feel a jolt of electricity course through me. He flashes a wink and a smile, and I can't help but blush, suddenly self-conscious in my too-short dress and heels. I glance away quickly, but not before I see the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, a gesture that makes my stomach flip-flop nervously.

I try to focus on the music, on the energy of my friends surrounding me, but I can't shake the feeling of being seen, of being noticed by the lead singer of the band. As the song ends and they launch into the next one, I find myself getting lost in the rhythm, in the raw power of the music and the man creating it. For a moment, I forget all about my ex boyfriend, all about the heartache that brought me out here tonight. In this moment, there's only the music, the crowd, and the electric connection between a girl in the audience and the rock star on stage.

As the final notes of the last song fade away, the crowd erupts into a deafening roar of applause and cheers. I join in, my voice hoarse from singing along to every word, my cheeks flushed from the heat and the adrenaline. The band takes a collective bow, the lead singer flashing that now-familiar grin, his hair disheveled and his shirt damp with sweat.

Stacy and Kenzie are already dragging me towards the exit, eager to get to the next bar. I stumble along with them, my mind still hazy from the intensity of the performance. As we push our way through the crowded bar, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see one of the band's roadies, a burly guy with a Cinderella t-shirt and a walkie-talkie.

"Hey wait! the lead singer, Tom, he asked me to invite you and your friends to the after-party with the band" he says with a conspiratorial wink. "It's at the Ritz-Carlton downtown. Just tell the doorman you're with Cinderella."

He hands me a small, folded piece of paper with the details, and then disappears back into the crowd. I stare down at it in disbelief, my heart racing. Stacy and Kenzie are already bouncing with excitement, squealing about the possibility of meeting the band in person.

I don't know what to think, what to feel. A part of me is thrilled at the idea of a night of music and maybe, just maybe, catching the eye of a rock star. But another part of me knows that I'm not supposed to be here, that I'm still technically spoken for, even if my ex boyfriend doesn't know it. I hesitate, the paper clutched tightly in my hand, unsure of whether I should take this chance, this opportunity to forget my problems and lose myself in a night of reckless abandon.

With no hesitation the girls grab my hand guiding towards a black car, which was indicated on the paper that the guy gave me earlier.

Once we arrive I stand outside the Ritz-Carlton, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare up at the grand facade of the hotel. Stacy and Kenzie are already inside. We arrive in front of one of the suites meeting the doorman that, with a knowing nod and a "You must be with Cinderella, right?" I take a deep breath, smoothing down my too-short dress and trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

As I step into the room, the sound of music and laughter fills the air. I follow the noise, my heels clicking on the marble floor, until I reach a set of double doors. I push them open, and I'm greeted by a sight that makes my jaw drop.

The room is filled with people, fans, groupies, all of them drinking and dancing to the band's music. In the corner, I spot the band themselves, surrounded by a gaggle of admirers and strippers. And there, in the middle of it all, is Tom Keifer, the lead singer.

He's laughing at something someone said, his head thrown back and his eyes crinkled at the corners. He looks even more handsome up close, his features sharp and defined, his body lean. As if he can feel my gaze on him, he turns his head, his eyes meeting mine across the room.

For a moment, time seems to stand still. His gaze holds mine, intense and searching, and I feel a rush of heat to my cheeks. Then, he smiles, a slow, lazy grin that makes my heart skip a beat, and he starts to make his way towards me.

I'm frozen in place, my feet glued to the floor as he approaches. Stacy and Kenzie are nowhere to be seen, lost in their own conversations and flirtations. I'm alone, and I'm about to come face to face with the man who's haunted my thoughts all night.

Sitting down on a couch near me, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, what I'm supposed to say. All I know is that my heart is racing, and my palms are sweating, and I'm suddenly very aware of every inch of my exposed skin and the way my dress clings to my curves. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, and wait for Tom to reach me.

“Hey, gorgeous” he says, his drunk and high voice interrupts my thoughts “You came” he continues noticing my silence "Yeah, I came. I mean, thank you for inviting us, it's great to meet you." I cringe internally at my awkwardness, wishing I could think of something more clever or charming to say.

Tom smiles, his eyes roaming over my face and lingering on my lips for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "I'm glad you could make it. I noticed you in the crowd tonight, you were hard to miss." He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. "I'm Tom, by the way. And you are...?"

He leaves the question hanging in the air, his thumb lightly tracing the curve of my jaw. I feel my cheeks flush, my skin tingling from his touch. I know I should introduce myself, but I'm suddenly so nervous, so aware of every little detail, the calluses on his fingers from playing guitar, the warmth of his breath on my face, the way his eyes seem to see right through me.

I suddenly move his hand away still thinking that being here can be a total waste of time, remembering that despite the bad situation with my ex boyfriend we are still having something, we didn’t really broke up… right? Tom's hand drop away from my face as I move it, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He moves back, giving me some space, and I see the mischievous glint in his eyes fade, replaced by a look of confusion. “Y/N…” I say, he raises an eyebrow “My name is Y/N” he gives me a cocky smile hearing my voice again “Where are your friends?” He continues sipping on his beer “Probably somewhere with some guys” I say softly laughing “And did you enjoy the show?” He asks smirking “Yeah that was great” I answer remembering the connection we had while he was performing “Yeah, I can tell” I blush at his reply “You know… it never happened to me to catch such a beautiful girl’s attention…” he looks at me deeply in the eyes “Oh sure, the first lie you tell me” he laughs at my words “I‘m for real… why would you doubt it?” His amused expression studies me, while my eyes suddenly turn dark “Got it… you are here to forget someone isn’t it?” His words hit me as knife in the heart, making me nod looking away “What an idiot he should be” he lays down on the couch to be more comfortable still drinking his beer. I can’t help to stay here and don’t do anything to make me feel better, I have to stop of being this dissociated. Tom moves to stand up again but before he does I grab his face in my hands kissing him desperately and in that moment everything disappears, as earlier while he was on that stage.

Tom's eyes widen in surprise as my lips meet his, but he quickly melts into the kiss, his hand coming up to tangle in my hair. He kisses me back with fervor, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I part my lips, deepening the kiss, and I can taste the beer on his tongue, the faint hint of cigarettes and something uniquely him.

My heart races as I lose myself in the sensation, in the feeling of his lips on mine, his hand in my hair, his body pressed against me. For a moment, I forget everything else my ex, my doubts, my fears. There is only Tom, only the heat of his skin and the strength of his arms around me.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily. Tom's eyes are dark, his gaze intense as he stares down at me. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but I place my finger against his lips, silencing him. I don't want to talk anymore, don't want to think. I just want to feel.

“Come with me” he says pulling me towards the suite’s bedroom, I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest as I look up at Tom. A part of me knows this is moving fast, too fast. I'm not this kind of girl, the kind who kisses strangers in bars and goes back to their hotel rooms. But there's another part of me, a part that's tired of playing by the rules, tired of being the good girl. That part wants to throw caution to the wind and lose myself in this moment, in Tom.

I glance towards the door, knowing that if I walk through it, there's no turning back. I'll be crossing a line, one that I can't uncross. But as I look into Tom's eyes, I see the heat and the desire there, and I know that I want to. I want to feel alive, to feel wanted, to feel something other than the numbness that I've been feeling for so long.

So I take a deep breath, and I let Tom lead me towards the bedroom, my heart racing and my skin tingling with anticipation. I know I'll probably regret this tomorrow, but for tonight, I just want to be reckless.

Tom pushes me down onto the plush mattress, I let out a soft gasp, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. He looms over me, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of me splayed out beneath him. I can feel the heat of his gaze on my skin, burning into me, undressing me without even touching me.

My breath catches in my throat as he leans down, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck. I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access as he starts to kiss and nip at the skin there. His hands roam over my body, slipping beneath the fabric of my dress to caress the bare skin underneath.

I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as his fingers find my breast, teasing and kneading the soft flesh. My own hands come up to tangle in his hair, holding him close as he kisses down my neck and chest. I can feel every inch of his body pressed against mine, hard and warm.

He reaches the hem of my dress and starts to push it up, inch by inch, his fingers brushing against my thighs, my hips, my waist. I lift my hips to help him, letting him tug the dress off and toss it to the side. I'm left in my underwear and heels, feeling exposed but also incredibly turned on.

Tom takes a moment to look at me, his eyes raking over my nearly naked form. "Fuck, you're gorgeous" he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. Then he leans down and captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, claiming me, owning me.

I kiss him back just as passionately, my own desire burning hot and bright within me. My hands slip under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the muscles that flex beneath my fingers. I tug at his shirt impatiently, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it away, and then he's back on top of me, his skin hot and smooth against my own. I can feel every inch of him, from his broad shoulders to the V of his hips, the line of hair that trails down his abdomen.

His hands slip down my underwear, Tom's fingers start to move, stroking and circling and teasing me in a way that makes my back arch off the bed. I'm panting and moaning, my hips rocking against his hand as I chase the pleasure building inside me. He knows exactly what he's doing, his touch skilled and experienced, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

Just as I'm about to tip over, to come undone beneath his fingers, he pulls his hand away. I whimper at the loss, my body throbbing and aching for more. But then I feel the hard length of him pressing against me, hot and insistent, and I know that I need him inside me. Now.

I reach down, fumbling with the button of his jeans, desperate to free him from the confines of his pants. He helps me, both of us working together until finally, he springs free, long and hard and perfect.

He kicks his jeans off the rest of the way and settles between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my entrance. I'm so wet, so ready for him, that he slips inside with one smooth thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my walls stretching to accommodate him, fitting him like a glove.

He starts to move, his hips rolling against mine in a steady rhythm. Each thrust pushes me further up the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his movements. I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his lower back as I urge him on, meeting him thrust for thrust.

The room fills with the sound of our moans and the slap of skin against skin, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat and desire. I can feel everything building inside me again, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core as Tom pounds into me relentlessly.

Suddenly, he flips us over, so that I'm straddling him, riding him, setting the pace. I sit up, my hands on his chest as I roll my hips against his, taking him deep, so deep inside me. I can feel every inch of him, can feel him hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

I start to ride him harder, my hips slamming down onto his with increasing fervor. The new angle allows him to go even deeper. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my back as I lose myself in the sensation of being so thoroughly filled and stretched by his thick, hard cock.

Tom's hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my ass as he guides my movements. He's panting heavily, his chest heaving with exertion as he watches me through hooded eyes, taking in the sight of my breasts bouncing with each roll of my hips, my hardened nipples just inches from his face.

Suddenly, Tom flips us back over, leaving me pinned beneath him, my legs splayed open wide. Before I can catch my breath or process the sudden change in position, he's already sliding down my body, trailing hot kisses and bites along my stomach and hips as he goes.

I gasp and writhe beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair as he settles between my thighs. I can feel his breath hot against my aching, swollen flesh and I know what's coming next. But nothing could have prepared me for the first swipe of his tongue against my pussy.

"Oh god!" I cry out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt before crashes over me. Tom's tongue is fast, licking and sucking and probing me with a skill and enthusiasm that leaves me breathless.

He focuses his attention on my clit, flicking and circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue before suckling on it greedily. His hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks wide, holding me open and exposed to his hungry mouth.

I'm reduced to a writhing, mewling mess within moments, my fingers clutching desperately at his hair as he eats me out. He's relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure, determined to make me come undone with just his mouth.

Tom continues his relentless assault on my most sensitive spots, his tongue and lips and even his nose working in tandem to drive me absolutely wild with lust. I can feel the pleasure building rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in my core, threatening to consume me entirely.

Just as I'm about to scream, to cry out my impending orgasm, Tom sucks my clit hard into his mouth and slides two long, thick fingers deep inside me. That's all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge.

I loudly moan, my voice echoing off the walls as my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenches and spasms around Tom's fingers, my juices gushing out to coat his hand and drip down onto the sheets below.

Tom doesn't let up, continuing to lick and suck and finger fuck me through my intense climax, drawing it out and intensifying the pleasure until I'm seeing stars and my body is shaking uncontrollably.

Finally, as the last aftershocks start to fade, he pulls back, his face glistening with my essence. He grins up at me, a wicked, satisfied smirk on his handsome face as he takes in the sight of my fucked out, pleasure-drunk expression.

He smiles at me and then falling back next to me pulling me closer to him “That was amazing… I may want to do it again later” he says smiling “Yeah me too” I reply; he winks at me smirking “At least you forgot about him”.

୨ㅤ࣪ㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤ࣪ㅤ୧

-mel

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KIRK HAMMETT DURING THE DAMAGED JUSTICE TOUR — MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA (SEPTEMBER 15TH, 1989)