The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy’s POV*

Gwyn’s horrible radio alarm woke me up first, mid-way through Queen’s ‘Bicycle Race.’ At first I was disoriented, but when I realized where I was, a feeling of contentment that the dinging bicycle bells couldn’t touch filled me. While it was true that Gwyn looked a bit like she had been attacked by a face-hugger from Alien with her CPAP on, she still looked better than good to me. And I had talked her into coming with me! Shit, I had talked her into dating me! Big score for Biersack!

I felt giddy with excitement for a minute, fidgeting a little under the sheets. It was daytime, and now I wanted to tell somebody, I couldn’t stand holding it in! In a few hours it would be late enough to call Juliet. I’d have to think a little more about how I should start that conversation… I knew she would be happy for me, but I should still be, you know, tactful.

I was so pumped that I would be able to get to know Gwyn better, have someone besides all the guys and the crew to spend that downtime with between press, meet and greets, and shows. I could stop pestering Jules every five seconds. I could… have someone that I actually wanted to spend the night with.

I looked down and saw that morning had brought its customary wood. Mentally, I was starting to get excited about Gwyn coming with me in several senses of the word… I had no idea how she felt about morning sex, though. Perhaps now would not be a bad time to find out, when we weren’t on the bus.

I sidled up to Gwyn, spooning her- chicks love that. I put my arm around her, resting my hand on her awesome boob, and kissed along her shoulder. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” She grunted softly, and reached a hand out, turning off the CPAP, then pulled her mask off. Free of her face-hugger, I decided to move in, encouraged by Metallica’s ‘Enter Sandman.’

“You’re so beautiful when you’re sleepy.” I kissed Gwyn’s neck and started kneading her breast and rubbing her nipple. I pressed my erection against her butt, just enough so that she would know it was there.

Gwyn turned on her back and looked at me. She blinked, then took my left hand from her boob and looked at the healing wound on it. Then she poked me in the side, pretty damned hard, making me yelp. “Oh my god, Andy, you’re real!” She sat up, holding the covers around her, and looked at me, shocked. I sat up next to her, not sure what to say.

“Um, is that bad?” Gwyn just looked at me, so I decided on a new tactic. “Gwyn, you are sexy, and naked, and right next to me. Want to have morning sex? Because I would love to, and I don’t know when the next stop is with a hotel room…” I tried to make my best ‘hopeful/alluring/a-bit-silly’ face.

Gwyn turned scarlet. “With me?” Oh dear. One night, and the self-esteem had regressed that far? Well, no problem, I had it covered.

“Gwyn, you are my girlfriend. I know you don’t like the way you look, I accept that. But I love your body, it turns me on. I fucking want your body, right now, and badly. See?” I took her hand, and, gently, without forcing her, moved it under the sheets, and placed it around my dick, which was still at full attention. Understandably so, to. Gwyn smelled good, her long, dark hair was super-messy, all over her pale shoulders in waves.

Gwyn surprised the hell out of me by firmly gripping my shaft and starting to pump me vigorously. That was all I needed. I pulled the sheet away from her and coaxed her back to lying down with me. “Spread your legs for me, Doc.” I found her clit with my fingers, using her piercings as landmarks, at the same time our lips met.

The way that Gwyn kissed me, touched me, fucked me, I found it hard to believe that she was years out of practice. It was almost like some strange, vibrating, energetic exchange. It reminded me a little bit of times I have been on opiates, after breaking body parts, well, minus the pain they were for.

Gwyn responded like a top-of-the-line, brand new, freshly equilibrated and tuned piece of gear: she was ready almost immediately, and it was impressive. As our tongues brushed and lips implored each other for more, I felt Gwyn’s tiny little nub swell rapidly as she jacked me off. I started to lose traction as Gwyn’s desire made everything slick, running all over my hand and her ripe little berry. She pulled away from my frantic kisses. “Andy, fuck! Take me, please…”

Oh, this was good! Gwyn squeezed my dick as she pleaded with me, her unusual eyes loaded with want. I grinned. “Are you sure, you barely seemed to recognize me a minute ago?” She nodded. “I’d better check…”

Gwyn looked confused. “What do- uh!” I slid two fingers in her warm little slit, and it was definitely very, very wet. She raised her hips to meet my slow penetrations, gripping my cock a little too tightly as she worked it desperately. “Please, Hot-shot, I just woke up!” I grunted, amused, as I fingered her, and her little pussy spasmed and constricted a bit from pleasure. “Aaah! Please… Andy!”

I leaned closer to Gwyn’s ear, I wanted to be able to hear her heavy breathing, her little moans, I got off on it. “I was hoping to fuck my woman this morning, Gwyn. Tell me, are you my lady, hmmm?” She nodded fervently, pumping away at my shaft, begging me with her eyes. I pulled my fingers out of her and pushed the tips to her lips. She started sucking on them right away, licking her juices off like she meant it. It was hot, but I decided to be just a little cheeky.

“That’s good, but you can do better. Hold on just a second, gorgeous.” I had to stand up to get a condom. Gwyn was sitting up, worried, when I came back with the rubber.

“I want to please you, Andy.” Gwyn started kissing my neck and down my chest, I could see what she was thinking. I gently redirected her face back up towards mine so I could kiss her. Fuck, she was an excellent kisser!

“Simple, Doc. Tell me you’re mine.” I squeezed one of Gwyn’s tits a little roughly, getting into the moment. It came out a little more intensely than I meant it to, and I hoped she knew I didn’t mean it in the you-can't-see-anyone-else sense. I had a bit of a possessive side, I liked the idea that a special part of her, however small, was committed, to me. To being with me, to a relationship with me, to fucking me. That in that moment, Gwyn was mine.

Gwyn put her hand on my chest and looked up at me. “I’m yours.” She blushed a little, licking her lips, and it was all over, I was ready to go, pronto. Radio advertisements would not stop me.

“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees and stick that incredible ass in the air. Now.” I had the condom on quickly, and wasted no time sliding into Gwyn’s snug little slit. I grabbed her hips and fucked the living shit out of her. It was sweaty and relentless, she felt amazing around me. I loved how Gwyn turned to look at me as she moaned, her head getting partially mashed into the pillow, her hair all disheveled. I grabbed her boob, then smacked her ass a few times, getting a few extra-loud groans, feeling her clench around me. Gwyn started calling out my name as she looked at me, shit it was really hot! I wanted to get her off, but any second and I would bust! I tried looking at her ass to distract myself, but the red welts on her smooth, pale ass, watching myself sliding in and out of her, next to her cute, little asshole wasn’t helping. I smacked her again and tried fucking her even deeper and harder, but the look on her face as she moaned my name sent me over the edge. I groaned, filling the condom, my orgasm intensified by the feeling of Gwyn getting off and rhythmically contracting around me as she cried out my name.

I squeezed her pale hips, thrusting lazily as we wound down. After one last pump, I leaned over her to kiss her back and hug her around the middle before I pulled out. “Good Morning, Doc. You’re amazing.” Gwyn giggled, then groaned when I pulled out (gripping the condom at the base), and fell over with a moan. I tied off the condom and tossed it in the garbage, then went to snuggle my sexified girlfriend. The motorcycle revving at the beginning of Motley Crüe’s ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ came on. Morning sex: accomplished.

Notes

alrighty, i admit, i couldn't resist giving andy morning wood. so i suppose, should anyone feel the desire to do so, you now have a little extra time for question submission before they hit the road (see notes from previous chapters). i figure one more chappy, then they'll be off, most likely?

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