One Shot

Driving at night is my favorite activity. While the lines on the street and, in rare occasions, the people are harder to see, the lights seem prettier and when the radio is on it’s like no one else exists but you. Well, you and the tall, leather jacket-clad rockstar currently walking on the side of the road with his thumb out.

I pull up alongside Andy and roll down my window. “What the fuck are you doing out here?”

He looks at me and crosses his arms on the windowsill of the door. “Well, my chick and I got into a fight and she literally threw shit at me until I got out of her car and then she sped off.”

I laugh at him. “Get in, loser. I’ll take you home.”

Andy gets in and rolls the window up after sitting. “Thanks, Vic. I’m not sure I want you to take me home, though. My place is kind of a dump.”

“Well I obviously can’t take you to Ashley’s house. She must be pretty pissed if she literally just threw you out of her car.” I signal and move back into the lane, although the signal is almost unwarranted because there’s hardly any cars out at one in the morning.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. My apartment is like five blocks from her house so start heading that way,” he tells me.

I glance over at him as he lays back against the headrest and shuts his eyes. Andy certainly isn’t unattractive. I only know about him and his band because he’s dating Ashley, and I work with Ashley at a production company. We work on all kinds of shows from mainstage theater productions to concerts to TV shows. I work in hair and make-up and occasionally help with the soundboard while she does lighting. She’s brought him by a few times because he was interested in seeing what goes on behind the scenes. Tonight they left like half an hour before me and were in a great mood. I wonder what they fought about?

I voice my thought. “What got Ash so upset that she kicked you out of her car?”

He sighs and starts taking his leather jacket off. “Your car is hot,” he says. After throwing it in the back seat he answers, “I guess I’ll be totally honest with you. I’m kind of only dating her because she has a nicer house and she has ties to the industry. Right now I’m just so focused on my band and my career that anything I do is to help that. We started fighting because I started asking if there was a way to talk to her boss about borrowing these big, like, cannons that shoot smoke for this show that’s coming up. She got really upset and realized I’m not actually dating her because I want to be with her.” He sighs again, shutting his eyes. “That sounds really shitty, I know. It’s not like I’m incapable of love. I was actually in a serious relationship with a girl for like three years, although that started being on and off. I don’t know. Recently, my mind has only been focused on one thing, and that’s my band. It’s the most important thing in the world to me.”

I look at him as I stop at a red light. He’s looking at his hands now, ashamed, and he’s biting his lip ring. To try and make him feel better, I say, “Well, she does have a temper sometimes. I’m sure if you apologize things will work themselves out.”

“Yeah,” he says. He clears his throat. “And she’s not a bad person. She’s really nice.”

When the light turns green, I snap out of looking at him. “So what huge show is coming up that you need one of those giant cannons?”

“Well, two if I could,” he says, “but we’re playing this festival called Epicenter. It’s gonna’ be a huge show for us. I want to be sure we leave a lasting impression. We just dropped our first album a couple of months ago and I want to make sure we fucking bring it.”

“Yeah, I was listening to it a couple days ago. It’s not bad,” I tell him.

He glances at me. “Really?” I can see his smirk out of the corner of my eye.

“Don’t let it get to your head, loser,” I say, laughing.

He chuckles too. “Well it’s been selling really well. We go on a massive tour soon across the U.S. to play it for everyone.”

“You guys must be stoked,” I say.

“Yeah, we all are. Pretty soon we’ll all have enough money to pool together and maybe we can rent one of those big tour buses. Right now we’re working out of a Sprinter van. It does have our faces on it though.” He laughs.

I laugh too, but after not having anything to say silence falls into the car. It isn’t uncomfortable, though. It’s actually the first time I think ever that I’ve had a comfortable silence with someone.

Not too long after, we’re in front of Andy’s apartment complex. He looks over at me with a smile. “Thanks, Vic. I appreciate it, really.”

“Yeah, no problem, dude.” I put the car into park and look at him. The complex doesn’t look super clean or safe, but you do what you have to sometimes.

He glances up at his apartment and back at me. “Hey, Vic, uh.” He chuckles nervously and looks at me through his hair.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

He takes his seatbelt off and sits up. “Nothing,” he says before he leans in and kisses me.

I’m surprised for two seconds before my body reacts. I’m kissing him back. Oh my God I’m kissing him back! But, I mean, he is a good kisser. The lip ring is certainly a new experience. His breath smells like cigarettes, but it’s not terrible. The hair in his face tickles my forehead in a cute way. And Jesus Christ are his lips soft. And now he’s biting on my lip! God damn, why does he have to be so hot?

I lean my lips away, our foreheads still close and barely touching. I chuckle, not looking at him. “I’m not sure we should be doing this,” I mumble.

“Why not?” he asks, his voice low also. Jesus, just the rumble of his deep voice has me squeezing my thighs together.

“If Ashley finds out I made out with you in my car...” I can’t finish my sentence due to the fog of lust in my head.

“She won’t,” he says. “It’s not like I’m going to tell her. You don’t have to tell her.”

I smile and look at him. “You’re bad,” I say. I shake my head. “I’m not gonna’ let you make me one of the girls you use to take a step forward in your career.”

He looks me dead in the eye and says, “I’d never do that to you.”

I swallow hard, not knowing what to say. He’s being honest and solemn. Shit.

He looks out the front window and weighs what’s going on. One of the straps of my tank top has slipped down my arm but I’m too shaken to fix it. I fuck with my hair, knowing I could’ve easily just done many, many more things with this him but knowing it’s probably not right.

He glances at me again after looking at his apartment. “Alright, well... Can I at least kiss you one more time?”

Don’t do it, you dummy. Ashley would get pissed.

“Sure,” I murmur, unable to help myself.

He smiles and leans back in. This time his lips are more aggressive, quicker and harsher. In mere seconds our mouths are parting and our tongues are clashing. The space between us is so fucking warm. Fuck...

The kiss itself is so erotic that I almost don’t feel Andy’s hand gripping my breast outside of my tank top! He gently squeezes and I moan into his mouth. This seems to fuel his actions and he slides his hand inside my bra and grips me again, his fingertips gently rubbing across my nipple.

I should say no. I should stop this. I should tell him to leave and call Ashley. I should kick him out just like she did.

When Andy pushes my tank top and bra down far enough to look at my breasts, he leans in and sucks strongly on my right nipple.

I should stop this. I should stop this. I should stop this.

“Fuck, Andy,” I say, gripping his dark hair. He firmly has my other breast in his hand. I feel like I’m seventeen again, out past curfew with a boy. I’m an adult for fuck’s sake. I should be responsible about this, but my body won’t let me. I want him so much. When’s the last time a boy’s taken me in this hot, possessive, needy way?

“God, you’re hot,” Andy murmurs, leaning into my neck. He still is massaging my breast, but as he leans into that spot just below and behind my ear I feel his hand unbuttoning my jeans. I jump at the chill of his fingers on my abdomen. “Are you okay?” he asks.

For the first time in a few heavy, delicious moments, our eyes meet. You can tell this isn’t going to get rape-y and weird. If I tell him to stop he’ll stop. However, the hunger in his eyes has me dying to be satiated. His eyes are so pretty, wow...

“I’m fine. Your fingers are cold,” I answer.

“Poor circulation,” he replies. He slides his hand down my pants. “No underwear?” he questions, a smile on those devilish lips of his.

“Never.” I grin back playfully, but it’s the truth. Underwear is just too extra for me. I’m way more comfortable commando.

His fingertips find my clit quickly, as if he’s been my lover for years. He starts with small circles that have my hips lifting into the steering wheel already. “You’re fucking wet, Vic,” he says.

“I’d hope so or this would be really awkward.” I laugh.

He shakes his head, but I can feel his smile as he leans into my temple and kisses it. His hot breath on my ear and his little laps around my clitoris have me gasping and clinging to his arm. “Andy,” I whisper.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he mutters. He slips his hand down and pushes two slender fingers inside me.

My immediate reaction is lifting my hips and stretching my toes. However, my toes are on the gas pedal, and while I’m in park my car immediately revs and makes a loud noise as it tries to speed down the street to no avail. This stops both of us due to being startled, and we look at each other once the car has settled back into it’s regular state. We both laugh to each other, our faces close enough that we lean into each other.

“I’d offer to go upstairs but my place is a dump and I have roommates,” he says.

“Get in the back,” I say, still laughing. “I’ll park somewhere.”

This immediately has him smiling, and he pulls his hand out of my pants to start climbing back. I wait for him to get most of the way back there and pull my tank top back up before pulling out and trying to find a place down the dark, quiet street to park. Oh my God I’m parking with a guy. What am I? A high schooler?

After finding a place just in between two streetlights so it’s dark as the street will allow, I park and get out instead, not wanting to struggle to get into the back. As I slide in and shut the door, he asks, “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“It’s hanging out in your pants,” I say, leaning in to kiss him.

His lips are a tad bit gentler this time, but he still is urgent. He pulls at my tank top, so our lips break so it can pass my head. When it’s off I remove his, and once we’re past our only remaining obstacles we return to each other’s lips, our hands restless. He unclips my bra and throws it in the front seat, plainly feeling me up now. I run my fingers through his hair, which actually has some slight waves to it today instead of his normal bone straight.

“Oh shit,” I say, breaking suddenly. “Let me lock the doors.”

“Concerned with safety?” he laughs.

I don’t reply and instead lean over the center console and try to reach the passenger side’s lock button. It’s a stretch, but I click it down so no one can get in unexpectedly.

Speaking of unexpectedly, Andy pulls my pants, which are still unbuttoned, down and to my knees as I’m bent over. I gasp and try to look back, but he just pushes me gently so I’m still bent across and instead spreads my ass apart. I can feel him scooting over so he can get a better view, and once he’s better situated he leans in and starts working my clit with his tongue.

I moan into the seat below me, my cheek resting on the edge of it. Andy is so good with his mouth at everything-- singing, kissing, sucking, biting. I always sort of thought he was more shy or at least less daring than eating someone out in a car, but it’s refreshing doing something so naughty. When’s the last time I broke the rules?

Behind me, Andy is going to town. He’s eating me out like he’s needs the sustenance, and based on seeing his ribs against his skin I might be right. “Oh, fuck,” I cry out.

Andy smacks one of my ass cheeks as he sucks hard on my clit. “Fuck!” I moan. I’m losing myself now. He can tell and he starts paying attention solely to my clit and spreads me wide open with his hands. “So fucking wet,” he mumbles.

With one little nibble and a strong suck, a delirious rush of pleasure runs through my whole body. My cries are loud and reverberate in the car and my knees cave in, but since I’m leaning over the console anyway it doesn’t matter. I breathe hard as I try to regain my body’s control.

Gently, Andy pulls my body back so that I’m sitting on his lap. He doesn’t touch me really, other than gently stroking my arms and kissing my cheek as I rest my head on the seat behind his shoulder. I can feel his erection through his pants, and there’s no way we’re getting out of here without me even feeling it.

“You’re really good at that,” I tell him.

“Thanks. I won’t let that go to my head,” he says. “At least, not the one with my brain in it.”

I laugh and pinch his hand, and he just laughs back. I sit up and start pulling at his belt, his button, and his zipper. I don’t let him move from beneath me as I pull his erection out. Damn. Not bad, babe.

“I’ll tell you what, it’s been hard to keep this in my pants around you,” he says.

“Good thing I let it out then,” I say, and I start kicking off my pants so that they’re off of my ankles. Once my legs are free, I move my hips over his and push his jeans down to his knees before pulling his cock up and sliding myself down it. Oh, fuck.

“Vic, you temptress, you,” he murmurs into my throat. I angle my body so that my back is arched and my head rests on the seat behind us and start moving. I can feel his dick throbbing from the wait and his chest rising and falling rapidly from the excitement. Even in this cramped space, Andy and I can’t stop. I can feel the car moving slightly from our movements, and I almost laugh at the cliche.

After a few moments, I feel Andy slide his hand down my body again. His left grips my breast and massages gently while his right starts running circles around my oh-so-sensitive clit again. My moans reach a higher pitch as I grind along him. “Andy,” I say.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. He starts thrusting up to meet me as his circles become even more hurried. “Let me feel you come, Vic.”

His breath is almost as hot as his words. I come almost instantly, his dirty talk and hands and dick all culminating to an earth-shattering peak. I reach up and place a hand on the ceiling to steady myself as my hips grind into his. I can hear him moaning behind me, but I know he hasn’t come yet.

Andy helps me off of him and onto the seat next to us. He starts stroking with his hand, but I immediately bat it away and use my own. He pulls me up by the chin and kisses me as I stroke him, and when our lips part I push mine down and pull him into my mouth. Is this how I taste?

“Vicky, baby,” he mumbles.

I chuckle. He’s never called me Vicky ever, only Ashley does that. Everyone else always either uses Vic or Victoria. I start bobbing in a not quick but not slow rhythm, and what I can’t get with my lips I work with my hand. I can already taste his precum and I want to swallow all of what he’ll give me. He’s making me so fucking desperate for him. I hollow out my cheeks too, and his hips buck. “Fuck, fuck,” he moans. He pulls my hair back as I go as far as I can, and when I choke on him he comes. I need to breathe but the last thing I need is cum stains in my car, and I swallow anyway because spitters are quitters. I hold my breath as I swallow, and his seed fills my mouth quickly. He’s bucking his hips still, but I can control how much is let into my mouth now.

When everything is swallowed, I remove my mouth and gasp for air. I’m not allowed more than two breaths before he’s kissing me. He actually kisses chicks after blowjobs? Cool. Most men are pussies when it comes to that.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs into my lips. He smiles.

I smile back before kissing him again.

After a few moments to catch our breath, we struggle to get dressed again in the backseat. Well, I struggle. He only has to pull his pants up and put his shirt back on. After we’re both dressed again, we climb into the front seat. The windows are all fogged up from fucking, so I have to roll my windows down and look out of it for a minute to get him back to his apartment. By the time I pull up again they’re clear.

Andy grabs his leather jacket from the backseat. “Hey,” he says.

I look at him. The awkwardness hasn’t set in yet, but I don’t want it to. “What’s up?” I ask.

“I just wanted to tell you, that, well...” He clears his throat. “I don’t do that. Like, ever. I’m not usually a ‘let’s-fuck-in-the-most-spontaneous-place-possible’ kind of guy. But I couldn’t help it. I don’t know. I thought you were cool before this too. I guess I’m trying to say that I don’t want you to think this is a one night stand or that I’m gonna’ use you. I’d actually love to see you again, and I won’t fuck you next time. At least, I’ll try.” He chuckles nervously.

I smile at him and lean in to kiss him, and this time it’s much gentler. “Call me sometime,” I tell him, taking his phone from his pocket. I enter my number and give it back, and he smiles at me the whole time. After glancing at it, he looks at me with another small grin and says, “Alright. Bye then.”

As he gets out of the car, I call goodbye back. I watch him ascend the stairs and make sure he gets inside before putting my seatbelt back on. Before I pull out, however, I can’t help but sit and smile at what just happened and what I just did. Who I just did. Rules were meant to be broken, and for sure, Andy was a worthy reason to break them.

With my smile glued to my face, I pull out into the lane and start driving back into the night to get home.

Notes

So, do you ever have to take a break from writing to masturbate? 'Cause like, I do.

What? I'm not ashamed. I'm fucking proud of what I write, and I love masturbating. It's not weird lol



Anyway this *cough cough* mayhavebeenbasedonatruestorythathappenedtome *cough cough*

Thank you guys for participating in my little poll. I think that Maladaptive said it best; point of view depends on the story. With this, since it was so personal, I made it from a first person. Some I'll continue to write from third because it establishes thoughts and emotions better. Also, she cheekily threw in the possibility of an Andy pov. What would you guys think of that?

Leave me some love as always (it helps me write faster)! Thanks guys!

~Niki X,,,,,,x