#and my pant zipper is fucked so i have to untuck my shirt so hopefully i wont get in trouble for that

[butchbush]

losing my mind rn

[myhockeyworld87]

Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 23

Word Count: 3701

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language

Notes: Sorry this wasn’t posted earlier. I now have internet back and hopefully it won’t go down again. As always feedback is appreciated. Peace, Love and Hugs all!!!

The whole engagement and party afterward, was everything that you could’ve dreamed of. Tyler had literally made it the most magical moment of your life. You still couldn’t believe everything that he had done, not to mention everything that you’d put him through. Thankfully, both yours and Tyler’s family were staying a few days so you’d have plenty of time to visit with them after the party.

 It was about two in the morning when you finally looked at Tyler and declared you were exhausted. Your feet hurt from dancing and were starting to swell, so when you sank down into the seat of the Ferrari, you slipped off your heels, with a sigh of relief. “Tired baby?”

 “A little, but it’s a good tired. If you know what I mean?” You answered your now fiancé.

 He grabbed your left hand, which was now clad with your beautiful diamond ring; and ran his thumb and index finger around it. “Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”

 “You know, I don’t think I told you how gorgeous my ring is, but I think you went a bit overboard with it.” If you were telling the truth, you were half scared to wear it, for what if you lost it.

 “Nah, I think it’s perfect; just like the woman who’s wearing it.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. It was hard not to blush at his words, even in the darkness.

 “Well not to steal your words, but the guy who got it for me is pretty perfect himself. So much so, I decided to marry him.”

 “He’s one lucky guy that’s for sure.”

 “Mmmm…he’s about to get a little bit luckier when we get home.” You sent him a wink when he looked over at you.

 “I thought you were tired?”

 “Well there’s tired and then there’s I just got engaged and I totally want to make love to my fiancé.” He kept his eyes on the road, but you couldn’t miss the smirk on his face, as you felt the car speed up. “Tyler Seguin! Slow down. You’re carrying precious cargo you know.”

 “Oops, I didn’t even realize.” You just laughed at him and shook your head. “Sorry babe.”

 Even though he slowed down to the speed limit, it seemed like no time that you were pulling into the garage of your home. Tyler came around to help you out of the car, as you tried to put your heels back on. There was no use, your feet were too swollen, so you just got out barefoot. “Still want to marry me, now that I’m barefoot and pregnant.” He wrapped you in his arms immediately.

 “Mmm, I think I want to marry you even more.” Reaching up you kissed him, as your arms entwined around his neck; heels forgotten. His tongue slipped into your mouth, as your body molded to his. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered that the two of you were making out in your garage and giggle slightly into the kiss. Tyler pulled back. “Wow…I didn’t think that kiss was funny.”

 “I’m sorry, it’s just we’re in the garage; dressed like this.” You gestured at your gown and his suit. “And we’re literally making out like our parents are going to catch us and we’re not engaged.”

 He laughed with you, at the absurdity of the situation. “Ok, you’re right. It’s not like we don’t have a bed.” With that, he picked you up and carried you inside.

 “Ty, you don’t have to carry me.” It felt like something you said more and more.

 “You have no shoes on, of course, I have to carry you.” Instead of arguing, you just wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your head on his shoulder. The dogs were at the door as soon as you walked in. “Shit, I forgot about these guys.” They were jumping around, probably anxious to go outside.

 “Put me down and we can let them out.”

 “Nah” He started walking over to the back door. “Ok, now you open it.”

 “You’re kidding right?”

 “Nope.” Hooking your one arm a little tighter around Tyler’s neck, you wiggled over and opened the door; the dogs headed outside immediately. He started walking you both over to the bedroom, where he laid you gently down on the mattress. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

 As he walked out of the room, he loosened his tie and started to unbutton his vest. His time away gave you a chance to admire your engagement ring again. It fit perfectly, yet part of you felt like you should take it off to sleep; for you’d probably end up knocking Tyler out if you hit him with it in the middle of the night, because the diamond was so huge. You were sliding it up and down your finger, trying to decide when Tyler came back in. “You better not be having second thoughts.”

 His tie was loose around his neck, while his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned as well; jacket and vest already removed as he tossed them on the bench at the end of the bed. “Never! I was just debating whether I should sleep with it on or not.”

 “Well let me answer that for you. Leave it on.”  He no sooner said those words then his body was looming over yours. “Now where were we in the garage?”

 You looped your arms around his neck and brought his mouth close to yours. “I believe we were right about here.” With that, you touched your lips to his. He shifted his weight onto his side, his hand skimming down your dress to your hip; so he could roll you into him.

 “Did I mention how beautiful you looked tonight?” He murmured into your ear, as he nibbled his way down your neck. The hand that was on your hip traveled up the back of your dress, where he began unzipping it.

 A moan escaped your lips before you could say. “You may have mentioned it a few times.” He slid the left strap of the dress off your shoulder, exposing your breast; his mouth leaving a trail of fiery kisses down to your taut nipple. His lips encircled the peak and gasp, hips thrusting involuntarily. His hand reached back down to settle your hips, as his leg attempting to wedge between yours; only to impeded by layers of tulle.

“Babe, as gorgeous as I think you are; I need this dress gone.” Laughter bubbles up in your throat at his impatience. The gown was absolutely stunning but there were way too many layers of fabric separating the two of you at the moment.

 He still had his hand locked on your hip, so you couldn’t move. You kissed him quickly on the mouth before saying. “Mmmm…then you’re gonna have to let me go because I need to stand up to get this thing off.” He reluctantly released you and you rolled away from him so you could swing your legs off the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed some of the pins from your hair to let your long locks cascade down your back. As you glanced over your shoulder, you let the other strap fall off your right shoulder; while you winked at Tyler. You then stood up and the whole dress slid down to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Stepping out of the gown, you picked it up and made a move to go hang it up.

 “Babe…the bed is this way.”

 “I just want to hang this up before it gets wrinkled.” You continued to walk to the closet when you felt Tyler’s arms around you and you squealed.

 He plucked the dress from your fingertips and then laid it on the bench with his suit jacket. “This can wait. I can’t.” He twirled you around as he kissed you senseless until the back of your knees bumped the bed. Reaching up you glided his shirt off him and let your hands roam all over his chest. He gently pressed you down into the mattress, never breaking the kiss. His hand skimmed down your body, as he pressed his thigh into your core. You found yourself grinding down on him, as pleasure coursed through your body.

 “Tyler…please.” The friction the two of you were creating was good, but you wanted, no you needed more.

 “I know what you need babe.” His hand glided down and inside your panties, were his thumb drew circles on your clit, moving faster as your hips rocked against him. He sank two fingers inside your wet pussy, pumping them in and out. A guttural moan left your lips and you called out his name as an orgasm rocked your body. Your body felt on fire, as he milked the orgasm from you. You’d never climaxed so quickly before, yet here you were literally shaking just moments after Tyler touched you.

 As you came off your high, Tyler worked his way back up your body. He smeared your cum across your lips then kissed you, the mixture of your own taste and Tyler making your body tingle. You started to unbuckle his belt, undid the zipper to his pants; while he pushed your panties down. Once both of you were naked, you squirmed your way up the bed, Tyler stalking you the whole way; kissing you all over your body.

 “Fuck baby, you’re so beautiful.” Cupping his face, you brought his mouth to yours and kissed him deeply. You spread your legs and run your hands down his chest, where you reached for his cock. Your left hand, diamond and all, encircling his member. He looked down; his cock growing even harder. “That right there is so fucking sexy.” You stroked him and he sucked in a breath, as his hips flexed in your palm. Gliding your hand up and down his length, you felt yourself get wetter in anticipation of what was to come. “(Y/N), I need to be inside you, babe.”

 He placed his hand over the top of yours and guided himself to your entrance; where he rubbed the head of his dick against your wetness. Both of you released him, as he slid about an inch of himself into your pussy. Tyler took your left hand and laced your fingers together, then brought them to his mouth for a kiss as he sunk the rest of the way into you. You arched your back instinctively, pushing him deeper inside you. “Fuck Ty, you feel so good.” He started to thrust in and out of you, building up a slow steady rhythm. He ground his hips down into you and his pubic bone hit your clit, causing you to moan out in pleasure.

 “God you feel so good, baby.” He breathed out. “I can’t believe your mine.” His face was inches from yours, and you both had your eyes locked on one another.

 “I love you…so much.” He started to thrust faster, and you wrapped a leg around his waist; changing the angle so he was not hitting your g-spot. You were so close now. You could feel your second orgasm building. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

 “Oh god.” He growls out as his thrusts became erratic. “I love you (Y/N).” You were both panting now, sweat covering both of your bodies; and as he pulls out and pumps into you one last time, you both start to spiral out of control. Your pussy convulses around him and you can feel his hot cum filling you up. With a few last grunts he collapses rolling to the side and taking you with him, so he’s still inside you. You’re both breathing harshly, as you rested your forehead against Tyler’s.

 Time seemed to stand still, as the two of you just laid there smiling at each other, both of you exhausted yet too happy to let sleep take you. As your hand lay on his chest, you finally spoke. “Thank you.”

 He looked at you a little curiously before saying. “Babe, you don’t need to thank me for sex.”

 A giggle escaped you. “I wasn’t thanking you for that.” When he frowned, you added. “Though it was amazing.” Of course, he smiled at that comment. “I was thanking you for everything you did for me today. You literally made all my dreams come true.”

 “Well, you saying yes made mine come true.”

 Though you’d smiled for hours, as you received all the congratulations from friends and family; you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face when you thought of becoming Tyler’s wife. “I can’t believe we’re engaged.”

 “Believe it, baby, cause I’m never letting you go.”

 His hand now covered yours, and he was idly playing with your engagement ring. “Well, I’m not letting you go either, mister.” Your lips touched his in a quick peck. “I love you, Tyler Seguin.”

 “I love you more (Y/FN). Now go to sleep, you’ve got a wedding to plan.” With that, he kissed you and gathered you closer in his arms, and you both fell asleep.

 The next couple of days were spent with both yours and Tyler’s family, which was nice since the party didn’t allow you to have as much time with them as you’d like. Tyler’s family stayed a couple days longer than yours did, so you were all able to go cheer him on during his game versus the Sharks. The house was eerily quiet the following day, as everyone flew back to Toronto and Tyler left for a seven-day road trip, though the time seemed to fly by as you prepared for Christmas. The designer did most of the decorating in and outside of the house, though there were still presents to be bought and cookies to bake; not to mention you still took some time to check new organizations for Tyler to support. Which meant you needed to get back on social media.

 It had been several months since you’d even looked at your Instagram account or Tyler’s for that matter. You tried to concentrate on looking at only the organizations you were interested in, but eventually, your curiosity got the better of you. When you looked at Tyler’s account everything posted was about the Stars and that was it. Of course, you didn’t know if he had storied anything but you figured he hadn’t or he would’ve told you. You were so focused on Tyler’s account you didn’t even see you had a bunch of notifications where you had been mentioned in other people’s posts. They were mostly wives and girlfriends of Star players, but there were also a few NHL wag sites that mentioned you as well. It was those that you clicked on to see what they were saying. Most were favorable comments, some couldn’t believe you’d taken Tyler back, and still, others couldn’t believe the nerve you had to think you were good enough to be with Tyler. Shaking your head, you moved on from all the comments, as they just weren’t worth your time.

 It was then you noticed how many follow requests you had, which made no sense to you. It was literally over a few hundred people. You were flabbergasted that people thought that because you were with Tyler, your life would be well…interesting. Looking at your meager following of one hundred and eighty-six people you decided it would be safe to post a picture from your engagement since you weren’t going to accept any of your follow requests; this was a way to celebrate one of the happiest days of your life so far. Tyler had hired a professional photographer to snapshots of your whole engagement and you chose a couple that were your favorite. You posted them and then went about your day, baking a batch of cookies you were going to put in the freezer for Christmas.

 About four hours later you realized the mistake you’d made; you’d tagged Tyler in the photo. It was a text from your future husband that brought it to your attention.

 Babe, not that I don’t love that you posted our engagement pics. But you realized you tagged me right.

 Of course, I tagged you, you’re my fiancé. 

 So you wanted it to go public?

 NO! Why would it…..FUCK!!!

 Um, babe, it’s no biggie, don’t worry about it.

 You clicked open the Instagram app and then looked at the comments. Oh, fuck it was worse than you thought. You shot off a text to Tyler.

 Can you talk?

 The next thing you knew your phone was ringing. “Babe, don’t worry about it, it’s fine.”

 “Ty have you read some of the comments.”

 “A couple.”

 “Oh, this one’s great. It says…Always knew she was a gold digger….She’s probably trapped him and now he’s going to be stuck with her and a baby….Oh god, I am pregnant. Do you think I trapped you?”

 “Baby, stop! You did not trap me. I wanted to marry you the moment I met you. If anything I’d probably be the one that trapped you.”

 It was just like your Tyler to take on everything himself. “How is that even possible?”

 “If you remember correctly, I was the one that insisted we not use condoms.”

 “Oh my god. That was months ago, and I remember agreeing to it wholeheartedly.” It really didn’t take much to convince you; you hated them as much as he did, and since you were on the pill, you both thought things would be fine. Though here you were well over halfway through your pregnancy.

 “I was still the one who brought it up.” You went to interject, but he continued. “But babe, forget all that. Our baby is the best thing that ever happened to either one of us.” Tyler was right of course. “If you hadn’t been pregnant, you would’ve never given me another chance; and I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my life (Y/N). So fuck anyone else who can’t see that.”

 “I love you for saying that, but it doesn’t solve the major screwup I just did.”

 “I really don’t care what anyone says, but if it makes you feel better, turn off the comments on the post.” Why the hell hadn’t you thought of that? You could only blame the stupidity of the whole incident on pregnancy brain, apparently, it was a real thing. “And don’t kill me here, but I’m going to post a few photos myself.”

 “But…”

 “No buts hun. I’ll turn off the comments as well. I want the world to know that we’re together and nothing is going to separate us.” Just when you thought your love for him couldn’t grow anymore, he went and said things like this to you. “Now, I’ve gotta run, the bus is probably downstairs ready to go to the arena. I’ll talk to you tonight after the game.”

 “Ok. Sorry for my gigantic fuck up. I love you, babe.”

 “I love you too, and I’ll love you even more if you made sure my favorite Christmas cookies are there when I come home.”

 How did he always know when you baked, even though he was on the road? “Hmmm, you might get lucky there.”

 “And maybe other places too.” You just laughed at him. “Ok getting on the bus now, love you, babe. Talk to you tonight.”

 “I love you too.” As soon as you hung up the phone you turned the comments off on your post. It made you feel so much better not seeing everything people said, even though there had been some truly nice things written. It wasn’t until after you got ready to watch the game with the other wags that you decided to look at Instagram again. Tyler’s post popped up on your screen first. He picked two of the same pictures you did and then another one that was more candid of the two of you dancing. The shot showed how much love the two of you shared and literally made you melt. The photographer had truly captured the intimate moment perfectly. His words were what hit you the most though.

 From the moment I met this woman, I couldn’t wait for this day. Still can’t believe she agreed to be my wife. One step closer to making all my dreams come true with you (Y/N). So lucky that I get to call you my fiancé, but will be even luckier the day I get to call you wife. I love you (Y/N)! 

 Of course, the comments were turned off, but you hit the like button immediately. Then to be a little cheeky, you slid into his direct messages and said. Engaged men are so sexy. DM me when you get back to Dallas and maybe we can hookup. You sent it with a heart and a winky face emoji. Part of you didn’t even know if he would see it since you weren’t one hundred percent sure he was looking at his messages or not.

 You’d just gotten out of the shower, after watching the Stars lose at Fanny’s house when you heard your phone make a weird noise. There was a message on Instagram from Tyler, which is why you didn’t recognize the notification sound. You opened the app to read the message. Hey hot stuff, I’d love to get with you, when I’m back in town. Shhh don’t tell my fiancé” He ended it with the same emojis you did.

 You shot him off a quick dm back. I won’t tell if you don’t sexy, as I have a fiancé too.

 Mmmm. It’ll be our little secret. He sent back to you. 

  Well, I’d love to chat longer, but my fiancé is due to call me any minute. See you when you get to Dallas hot stuff! You sent the message off smiling to yourself as the phone rang, not even two minutes later. “Hi, babe.”

 Tyler was smirking at you on Facetime. “Hi baby, talk to anyone interesting today?” You both burst out laughing. 

[timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic]

Chapter 19 - She Gets Me Higher Than Anyone

Seattle Washington, March 14 1990

(Andi is 20, Chris is 25)

ANDI: Standing in front of our bed, a suitcase laying open with all my favorite pieces of clothing, I try as hard as I can to decide just what to take with me. I wish I could just take everything but that would be completely impractical. Soundgarden has a gig on the 17th in Brooklyn at L'Amours with Faith No More which is about a 2 day drive. I wasn't able to go with Chris the last few shows he's played with Faith No More so this will be the first experience for me with both bands.

"Baby, are you not ready yet?" Chris chuckles as he walks into our bedroom, in a plain black t-shirt and baggy black shorts, his curls well passed his shoulders. He playfully pats me on my ass as he walks over to the guitars that sat opposite of the bed.

"No, I can't decide what to bring," I say as I pick up a shirt, study it for a second and then toss it back down on the bed.

"Babe we're only going for the weekend, just take what you need," He says as he picks up a patch cord and wraps it up. I groan and he glances back at me chuckling. I exhale as a stray curl flutters up and falls back down across my eyes, then I just blindly reach for three random t-shirts, 2 pairs of jeans and a denim mini skirt. I fold them quickly and place them in my suitcase.

"You're not taking that are you?" Chris asks as I fold up my skirt. I slowly shoot him a look and laughs.

"Baby I'm just fuckin' with ya,"

"Yea you would," I smirk and set the skirt in the suitcase.

"Are you taking, one of these too?" He asks gesturing at my three most precious beautiful guitars that I own. The black '81 Gibson, The '59 Sun Burst and my new one, a 1990 silver sparkle Gretsch Duo Jet I got for my birthday - oh and the Martin acoustic, but I don't play that one as much. Chris and I both seem to have a thing for collecting guitars. I swear it started with the '59 Sun Burst that my dad got me and it just obviously grew from there.

"Um, yea the Gretsch," I say as I walk over to my dresser and grab my black leather bound journal.

"Good, I was hoping you would pick that one," He says as he picks it up off the stand and sets it gently in it's leather guitar case with the purple fur interior.

"Only cause you wanna play it," I giggle as I zip up the suitcase. He picks up the guitar with a few of the patch cords and shrugs.

"Can you blame me?" He asks as he walks towards me.

"No," I giggle and he places a kiss on my lips, lingering for just a moment and then pulling away. I reach up placing my hand on his cheek with slight stubble, and touch his lips with my thumb, feeling the whiskers from his faint moustache that is appearing.

"Don't even say it, I know... I need to shave," He says and I smile at him. I then lift myself up again and place another kiss on those soft lips of his, and I pull away as he walks towards the bedroom door.

"Yes you do," I say, though I'm actually really loving the stubble on his face and glance back at him for a moment. He just shakes his head at me and disappears out of the room to put the gear in the van. Once I have everything I need, I grab my suitcase and head out of our bedroom, into the kitchen and grab a piece of paper to leave a note for Xana and Andy. Mother Love bone had a gig last night in Tacoma and so Andy should be back later today. Hopefully Xana will be with him and that they're alright. They have been fighting so much lately.

Left for New York, Be back Tuesday

Don't do anything we wouldn't do Ha Ha,

Love you both...

Love, Chris and Andi

I rip the paper off the note pad and stick it to the fridge with a magnet, then run over and grab my leather jacket and slip it on.

"Babe, c'mon we gotta go," Chris says opening the front door again and peaking in.

"Ok, ok... I'm ready," I say untucking my dark curls from underneath my jacket. Chris steps in and takes my suitcase while I grab my keys out of my pocket. He then disappears out the door and I follow, locking the door behind us.

*****

Brooklyn New York, March 16 1990

ANDI: We arrived in Brooklyn making record time. Chris is a fucking speed demon behind the wheel when he needs to be. Scared me half to death though at some points but we made it. We  checked into the hotel around 6:00pm and Chris is supposed to meet the guys downstairs in the lobby for a quick check in and go over the set list for tomorrow night. 

"You sure it's alright for me to join you guys?" I ask as I finish pulling down my Black Sabbath shirt. It felt so good to take a shower after travelling in a van with 3 boys for almost 2 days - Jason decided to travel alone.

"Well yea... it's not like it's a secret meeting or anything. I just figured we could do this and then grab some food cause I'm fucking starving and then... head back up here... try out that bed... if you know what I mean," Chris says raising his eyebrow as he moves closer to me, brushing my curls off my shoulder, taking me in his arms and placing sweet kisses to the spot just under my earlobe.

"What if we just try out that bed... right now?" I ask as his lips make their way to my earlobe and my hands move straight to his leather belt, unbuckling it.

"Baby... not yet, I have to meet them downstairs," He chuckles low in my ear but he doesn't stop me from unbuttoning his shorts and pulling down the zipper.

"Not even for a quick one?" I ask innocently as I slowly reach inside the rim of his boxers and begin to palm him, giving him a few gentle but firm squeezes, his erection rising quickly, a moan escaping his throat.

"Holy... fuck," He groans and touches his forehead to mine.

"I think we should," I say seductively and that was all that was needed for him to lift me up and throw me down on the bed. 

We look into each others eyes with mutual determination and as I bite my bottom lip, I quickly but gracefully pull down my jeans and toss them aside. Without wasting any time, he lifts his black t-shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor, moves over me, pulling down my red thong and playfully bites the top of my thigh, then my hip making me laugh as his curls tickle me at the same time.

"Fuck I love the sounds you make," He says as he tosses my thong somewhere in the room.

"Because of you," I exhale as his hands quickly grip my thighs, spreading them open, making me squeal at the aggressiveness of him. He places his lips to my inner thigh, gently moving up brushing across my skin, making me quiver beneath him.

"Chris, I said a qui - oh... shit," I exhale as his fingers spread me apart, his tongue flicking my clit instantly, my hands gripping the covers as he works his magic on me. His fingers play me, softly stroking all the while his tongue flicks, licking me like no other, then sucking, pulling the very essence right out of me.

"... Fuck..." I whimper, feeling that wonderful sensation of pure extasy building inside me. He then slips in one finger, then another inside me, prodding and stroking at the perfect spot and I knew it was over. 

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," I say quickly and out of breath, hearing him moan with encouragement and just like that, I let it go, releasing everything all over, feeling it pull me under and taking my breath away. It was fucking incredible.

Chris lifts his head up from between my thighs, dropping his pants faster than you could think of doing, and pulling me down to the edge of the bed while I squeal, then laugh in surprise. 

"You have no idea how much I love hearing you scream when I make you cum like that," He growls when he lifts my shirt up over my bare breasts, revealing my pink and incredibly hard nipples that are clearly begging for some attention. 

He positions himself perfectly, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock, then leans over me guiding himself inside me slowly at first as to not hurt me. The first push from him sends me over the edge, washing over me from the tops of my thighs all the way to the top of my head. It takes my breath away at just how fucking perfect he feels inside me. His lips brush across my chest, finding my right nipple, sucking and flicking the hard pink flesh there. After a few minutes he turns his attention to the left repeating the same process, my fingers entwining themselves through his dark tendrils as he thrusts into me over and over.

"Chris... you're gonna make me cum again," I pant.

He moans and breaks away from my nipple for just a moment and I drop my hands from his curls, raising them above my head as he watches my expression. His blue eyes study my every emotion that spreads across my face, my hips matching his rhythm, my back arching as my lips part, feeling the orgasm take over once more.

"Chris!" I cry.

"Oh fuck, yes fucking yes!"

*****

"I think you broke me," Chris says sitting on the bed, pulling his t-shirt down over his toned chest.

"I broke you? Fuck, I just wanted a quickie... you're the one who wanted to... y'know," I say, feeling my cheeks blush a little as I hop back into my jeans, my curls bouncing as I do so.

"What? Eat you?" He smirks slyly.

"Hey, don't say it like that," I glance at him with a giggle and he chuckles.

"Why? You know I love it. Especially when you start shaking like that..." He reaches for my hand and pulls me closer. "... and when I get you going so much to the point where you're like putty in my hands..."

"Chris," I say flatly trying to stop the tingling sensation that was returning to my core. I have to admit, he's fucking incredible at it.

"Well... I did say I was hungry," He smirks, and I playfully smack his chest while he laughs.

*****

L'Amours Brooklyn New York, March 17 1990

ANDI: "Is Mike like this all the time?" I ask Susan who was laughing as members of Faith No More bombard the stage while Soundgarden played, Mike Patton jumping on Chris as he sang.

"Pretty much... especially the last few shows they've played together," Susan says to me. 

Susan and I have become really good friends over the last little bit. I would even say that we're closer than Xana and I are at this point. I don't know what's going on with Xana and it frustrates me. Every time I try to mention anything to her she just becomes defensive and angry, blaming me for spending all my time with Chris and never having any time for her at all anymore when that isn't the case at all.

"Have you thought about what I said the other day?" Susan asks me.

"Uh... no, well yea but not really... I don't know," I fumble as she looks at me. Susan had asked me if I would like to work for her, handing the marketing side of Soundgarden and a New band that she just signed to manage, Alice In Chains. Susan is amazing at what she does for everyone and I feel honored that she considered me to work with her.

"Andi, I honestly think you would be perfect for it. I mean you have a marketing degree, and you're an artist too. You know exactly how to get the word out to the audience. You could handle the finances if you want or you can even design merchandise for them if you really wanted to," She says as the craziness of the music bellows from the side stage.

"Really?" I say and I glance back at Chris playing around with a deflated blow up doll that Mike threw at him and continues to scream that amazing voice of his into the microphone.

"Yea... I mean, it would allow you to travel with Chris more and you wouldn't have to work at that record shop anymore. You could put that degree of yours to good use," She says and I glance back at her trying to think of what to say.

"Look, I'm so happy that we are friends and I don't want to seem like you have to say yes just because we are. I just would really like it if we worked together. You're really good for him," She says and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her in a hug. It feels so good for someone to say that. When I pull away from her we giggle and she pulls me back in for another quick hug.

Suddenly Mike comes running up to us with a crazy mask covering his entire face and starts blubbering crazy talk, teasing and waving his arms around. I turn around and playfully shove him away laughing and he runs off stage.

"... the fuck?" I say as Susan laughs.

"Told you they are pretty crazy," She says and we both laugh. I excuse myself for a moment as I have to use the washroom. I need to stop drinking so much before. I haven't even had a drink since Chris started and I have to pee again. I quickly run, making my way to the bathrooms that were just down the hall, not far from the stage and make my way inside, then just like that... I slip.

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[katedrakeohd]

Mistress May I?

Warnings: NSFW • 18+ • Swearing • Very Adult Situations • Smut

VISIT CHAPTER ONE HERE

Chapter Two: Room Service

(Word count: 2221)

Going back home with the adrenaline sizzling in her veins after a Dom session is such a rush. The pent up desire for a vigorous fucking always makes for an aggressive drive. Thankfully traffic out of the city at that hour was light so there was no problem making good time. The missed calls on her phone were from her husband Jack. He sounded especially lonely in the voicemail he'd left behind. Poor dear. Hopefully a late dinner and a romp will cheer him up.

As she drives up to the house there are minimal lights on, and Jack's silver Lexus is parked out front. The motion activated front driveway lights come on as she parks her car next to his. Her dog Dexter's deep throaty bark, wiggling reddish brown body and whipping tail, greets her as she unlocks the front door and carries her case inside.

"Hi there Dex, where's Daddy?" She coos, as she rubs his big head and thumps him on the side.

The klink of wine glasses being set down, and the shuffle of slippered feet answer her question as her husband appears in the doorway to the kitchen. He smiles as he watches her hang up her coat in the closet and walk toward him.

"You look beat honey, tough day at the office?" He says as he tilts his head down to accept her upturned face for a kiss.

"Brutal sweetheart, I can't wait to get out of these clothes and get into a bubble bath."

"Sounds like a wonderful idea, why don't you head down to the bedroom and get undressed and I'll bring down room service."

Jack reaches around and draws Karen into his arms, undoing the zipper on her corset. Inhaling deeply he buries his face in the soft fragrant skin of her shoulder and kisses her neck.

"OK sweety, let me go I'm starving and want to get out of these clothes. You can have me for dessert later." Karen giggles.

Jack reluctantly lets her go and returns to the kitchen. Dexter follows, hoping for a morsel. Karen unzips her boots and kicks them into the closet, enjoying the cool tiles under her feet as she silently pads down the hall. She glances into the kitchen to see Jack loading up the serving tray with a dish of chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of wine. A dinner plate is also on the tray its contents hidden under a cover.

Hurrying down the hall she strips off her loosened corset, and heads down the short hallway to the right and opens the double doors to the bedroom. Flicking on lights, the welcoming scent of the sweet vanilla candles in the room make her smile. Humming to herself, Karen puts her corset away in the velvet covered chest at the foot of the bed and then walks into the master bath. Bending over she peels off her skinny leggings and satin panties, kicking them toward the wicker hamper. Her bath robe is hanging on the hook by the door, and she gratefully puts it on and is enveloped by the plush softness. There's nothing that feels yummier than a soft warm robe, well except for an orgasm in a nice warm bath. There's a soft knock on the door, and then Jack enters the bedroom carrying the meal tray.

"Room service." He says with a smile, and places the tray on the table by the bed.

"What's for dinner my love?" Karen asks, returning to the bedroom with her robe untied.

Coming up behind Jack she reaches around to unbutton and untuck his shirt, and then pulls it down off of his arms. She slides her hands around his waist, up over his abs. Jack draws in a breath as she drags her fingernails up across his chest.

"I'm ever so hungry."

Karen sits down on the edge of the bed, her robe sliding off of her shoulders.

"Mistress, may I feed you?"

"Please do."

Jack pours two glasses of white wine, selects a strawberry and brings it up to Karen's lips. She licks it delicately, then bites off the chocolate dipped portion, closes her eyes and moans with pleasure as she chews and swallows. Jack rubs the remaining berry all over Karen's nipples, then places it in his mouth. Kneeling down between her thighs he tilts his head up, offering the berry in his teeth. Capturing his mouth with hers she accepts the transfer. Jack laps at her breast, sucking and nibbling at her nipples. Karen swallows what's left of the berry and then tilts Jack's chin up and kisses him firmly on the mouth.

"OK, enough tempting me with strawberries. Why don't you go next door and run us a bath. I'm going to eat some dinner."

"Yes Ma'am."

Karen licks her lips watching his muscular back as he walks away, her fingers itching to scratch down his skin and grab that sexy ass. Damn.

Jumping off the bed, Karen pulls the cover off the tray to see a steak dinner. Her mouth waters as she drags the plate toward her, cutting off a corner of the steak she eats it. When Jack returns to the bedroom, naked with a towel wrapped around his waist, he chuckles upon seeing her licking her lips.

"Damn you look so sexy when you eat dinner naked."

Karen smiles and then walks over to him, pulling off his towel and brings it up to wipe her mouth. Jack scoops her up in his arms and carries her back to the bed. He kisses her lips before laying her back on the bed.

"Mmm, beefy."

"Jack, I'm still hungry." Karen whispers, pouting.

Jack walks over to the dinner plate, dips his fingers into the mashed potatoes and then scoops some into her open mouth. Karen looks up at him as she sucks at his fingers.

"Ok, enough feeding eachother. Our bath is getting cold." Jack scoops Karen up off the bed again and carries her toward the bathroom.

Sliding her arms up around his neck she wraps her legs around his torso, holding on tight. She kisses Jack roughly on the mouth, snagging his bottom lip in her teeth. Jack moans as he kisses her back, clutching at her ass he presses her tighter to him.

Panting he presses his forehead to hers, his voice hoarse and raspy. "Time for a bath you dirty, dirty girl."

Jack gently lowers her into the bathtub, and then climbs in behind. He chuckles, pulling her over to him. With a happy sigh Karen settles back against his chest, while Jack reaches around to lather her breasts with a bubbly bath sponge.

"I wish we could do this all day, everyday. I could conduct therapy sessions while sitting in a warm bubbly bath. It's so difficult to be stressed out while sitting in the tub." Karen chuckles, as she guides Jack's hand down below the water line.

"Brilliant idea Doc, you could call it bubble therapy."

Jack caresses up Karen's inner right thigh with the sponge, then drops it, gently stroking upward over her crotch with is fingers. Karen responds by bringing her knees up, trapping his hand between her thighs.

Reaching around from underneath with his other hand, Jack picks her up and sets her on his lap.

With his trapped hand he plunges three fingers inside her and then jabs the thumb on his other hand into her ass. He pulls her tightly back against his chest and kisses her on the neck.

"Ah! fuck." Karen gasps and then moans as Jack starts thrusting his fingers, and kisses his way up to her ear. Karen reaches out to grab the side of the tub.

Jack bites playfully at her shoulder and then releases his grip, he tenderly kisses the skin he was biting. Karen sits up, scooting forward in the tub, passing the sponge back over her shoulder. Jack squeezes out the wet sponge onto her hair, and then Karen sweeps it over her shoulder so he can scrub her back.

"Mmmm, that feels nice."

Reaching for a bottle of shampoo, she hands it back to him. Squeezing some into his hands he rubs them into her hair, massaging her scalp. The soapy lather slithers down her back, and Jack drops his hands from her hair and spreads the lather forward, massaging it across her breasts, squeezing gently. Karen places her hands over Jacks, sliding her fingers through his, flicking her nipples as they harden under their mutual touch.

Jack grabs the sponge again and squeezes the water out onto her chest, he swipes away the soap on the back of her neck and kisses tenderly across to her shoulder.

"Our water is getting cold darling," Karen sighs happily. "Time to rinse and get out."

Karen sits up on her knees in the tub and yanks out the plug. As the water level starts to decline she turns around and slides her way over, straddling Jack's lap, and holding him by the shoulders. Leaning Karen backwards, Jack dunks her hair in the water for a rinse, kissing her collarbone as he then brings her back up to him. He shifts her hips upwards and then slides her onto his cock.

Karen slides her hands into his hair as she kisses his mouth hungrily. "Mmmm, yes." She moans against his mouth.

Karen holds onto the tub while Jack thrusts in deeply with a groan, "Damn you're so hot and wet. "

As the last of the water drains away, he leans her backward once more, with long strokes he drives up against her g-spot. Grunting as he feels her tighten around him. She gasps and shivers, pulling herself forward again and slaps him lightly on the cheek, and then dives forward to bite his neck.

"Oh gaawd," he strangles out a moan, tipping his head back. 

Karen sits up, backing up off of his lap, and then turns to open the water taps and activate the spray wand. Once the water is comfortably warm, she sits up on her knees and rinses the suds out of her hair and off her body. Jack watches, biting his lip.

"Damnit Davenport you're killing me over here."

Karen giggles, flicking the sprayer at Jack, catching him in the face. Jack flinches, bringing his hands up as a shield and laughs. "Hey stop that!"

She sets the sprayer wand down in the tub and then climbs out, reaching over to grab it again she gestures for Jack to slide closer. He complies and Karen proceeds to rinse the rest of the bubbles off of him and then chases the last of them down the drain. After turning off the sprayer and shutting off the water she goes over and grabs a bathtowel and starts rubbing at her hair. Jack climbs out of the tub, walks over to Karen and wraps his hands around her waist. She peeks at him from under the towel and smiles, flipping  the towel out she wraps it around behind his neck and pulls his lips closer to hers. "We have unfinished business."

Jack grins guiding her back to the bedroom. They stumble back to the room giggling and exchanging kisses. The rattle of the dinner plate catches their attention. Dexter is lying on the middle of the bed chewing on the steak.

"Dexter! get out." Jack rushes forward, shooing the dog off of the bed and chases him out the door. Dexter slinks out with the steak in his mouth, whining when the doors are closed in his face.

Karen is doubled over laughing when Jack turns back toward her. His face changes from a scowl to a smile and then he walks over and tosses Karen onto the bed. She lands in a shriek of giggles and scrambles up into a sitting position.  Jack stands at the foot of the bed hands on his hips, his eyes locked on those of  his wife, contemplating his next move.

Karen stares back grinning, knees bent, opening and closing her legs.

"Come and get it."

Jack lunges forward, grabbing Karen by the ankles and pulls her down to the end of the bed. When her ass reaches the edge, he lifts her by the hips and thrusts his cock in deep. "Fuck yeah." He groans.

Karen arches her back, arms spread out clutching at the sheets. "Yeesssss..."

Jack thrusts repeatedly, grunting through gritted teeth. Karen moans loudly, "oh fuck yesss."

With a groan, Jack's body tenses and he falls forward and collapses on top of her.

Karen wraps her arms around him and sighs contentedly, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you Jack."

Jack rolls off, laying back on the bed, sliding his arm in behind her shoulders he pulls Karen over and cradles her to his chest.

"Love you too dear," he whispers and kisses her on the forehead.

They lay this way for a few minutes, and Karen can hear his heartbeat slow down and his breath become more even. Sliding out from beneath his arm, she goes over and turns off the lights before climbing back into bed, pulling the covers up over them both. Jack starts to snore softly, and she smiles, laying there watching him in the moonlight until she drifts off to sleep.