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Hearts Are Open Graves	By : brandisnoot Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Panic! At the Disco. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Hearts Are Open Graves
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The hour was late as she pulled down her hair. I watched her from afar, admiring her beauty. She had no idea that I was watching her change from her dress to her nightgown. I could feel myself growing from anticipation of what was to come. Of course she saw my car in the garage. It’s kind of hard to miss. She knew I was home but wasn’t worried about finding me. She had plans of her own. That was now written all over her face as she took her sweet time to change. She even stepped into the bathroom so I couldn’t see her change, just to tease me. Yes she was going to tease me. Damn her! She was going to take my plan and turn it all around on me. Not if I had anything to say about it.

She came out of the bathroom, putting her newly shed clothes into the hamper by the bedroom door. Walking over to the dresser, she began to take off her jewelry. This was my chance to turn things back around on her. Once she was looking down, I snuck up behind her. My arms snaked around her waist. She stopped what she was doing, frozen completely. She had an almost defiant look in her eye. She was not going to let me win, but I was going to. I had the upper hand and she didn’t know that.

I ran my hand down to the hem of her nightgown, bunching it in my hand only to find that there was nothing underneath. She was bare. Evil little girl. One some nights, I could’ve sworn her middle name was Evil. She always loved to tease me. She would do it for hours on end and nothing came of it. On more than one occasion, she would leave me hard and slightly disappointed. Yes, she would make it up to be, but it was still just as evil. I hated her for it, but loved it at the same time.

It was a weird and lustful interaction. She took charge while I lied back and enjoyed it. It was a change, her gift for usually being the dominant one. Not the “Sir, may I have another?” dominant. I was just on top most of the time. Not that I ever complained. Nope. I loved watching her writhe underneath me, her face changing from the pleasure I gave her. I loved making her moan my name at various volumes. That girl had a volume that reached a very high level. That only encouraged me to take charge more. That wasn’t the best thing about being with her. That was only a small factor of it. I loved her beyond reason. This was my way of showing her.

We stared at each other in the mirror, our breathing slowed. We held each other’s gazes. She licked her bottom lip. That was the teasing side of her coming out into the open. She knew exactly what she was doing. That was becoming painfully obvious as that part of me poked her in the middle of her back, begging for some attention from her.

She smiled to herself once her tongue had hid itself in her mouth. “Careful, Ryan,” she said. “You’re going to make me feel cheap.”

“Those aren’t my intentions,” I said.

“Oh they aren’t? Then what are your intentions?” she asked.

“To love you,” I said.

She laughed at my answer. She was mocking me. She knew what that would bring out in me. She did that often enough. She knew what was going to happen. She was asking for it. She rubbed herself into me. I groaned inwardly. Two could play that game. My free hand traveled passed the bunched hem. It met something soft. Her skin was insanely soft. I didn’t touch her there directly. My fingers lightly danced above her mound. Her eyes closed.

“Game on,” I whispered.

She opened her eyes quickly, “So it is.”

I leaned down and bit her neck. She stood up straighter; her hips kept up their work. My mind began to cloud. She stopped my moving hand and turned in my arms, making the hem twist around her. She stood on her tiptoes, kissing me. It was a short kiss. That short kiss was another form of teasing. She knew I wanted to devour her mouth, but she stopped it before I got a chance to even try. She pushed me away, walking away from me. I narrowed my eyes at her. She knew I was glaring at her and she loved it. That’s what she wanted from me. She wanted the negative reaction because she fed off that energy, that power that she was quickly gaining from all the teasing she was doing.

I stood there, watching her every move. Oh she was good. She was really good and I was running out of ideas to regain dominance in the situation. It was really only then that I noticed that the only light in the room was coming from the bathroom. She was gorgeous in that dim lighting. Her eyes just seemed bluer to me. They sparkled with a phantasmagoric shine. It wasn’t real, but that shine always showed in these moments.

I finally followed her to the bed. She sat there and then motioned me to join her. I sat next to her, stalling the action to irritate her. She wasn’t going to get impatient with me. I knew that by her constantly cool composure. I really didn’t think she was going to be that calm. She had been away from me for three days. Her friend got married, and she was in the wedding party. I was sick so I couldn’t go with her to Dallas. I had gotten better while she was gone so I had to plan for her night back. I had nothing else to do.

The band was on break. We weren’t broken up. The guys and I had decided to just take a break. Mainly because I wanted to focus on planning my own wedding with Becca. She had found her dress, and I had gotten her wedding band engraved and sized. She went a whole day without her engagement ring. She had complained of feeling completely naked without it. With the plans under way, Panic extended its time off so I could focus on that with her.

We sat there awkwardly. It was kind of like our first time only it wasn’t as awkward and no one was nervous. She looked at me, standing. I tried to stand too but was stopped. So she was making her move. Maybe she had gotten a little impatient. I smiled at the thought. Then I stopped. She kissed me again but didn’t stop as soon as it started. She lingered this time, making sure to be as teasingly slow as possible. She straddled my lap, her hands landing on my shoulders. She rubbed against me, and I went from semi-hard to fully erect. The fabric of my jeans, although quite constricting for me, created a wonderful friction, causing us both to moan against each other.

I put my arms around her, but she had other ideas of her own. She made quick work of my shirt, throwing it on the floor. She attacked my collarbone, biting it with vigor. Then she alleviated the pain by kissing, licking, and sucking the skin there. My moan of approval seemed to vibrate throughout my whole body. She smiled against my now fire red skin, almost bruised from her love bites. She stood again. I knew what she was going but was too clouded to stop it.

She commanded me to stand, and I obeyed. Her hands traveled to my pants, undoing the fly. I felt them loosen more and more as she unzipped them. She slid them down. They fell the rest of the way to the floor. I stood there in my boxers, watching my fiancée slowly get on her knees in front of me. I swallowed hard. She looked up at me. She had that look in her eye. I felt her run her hand up the outside of my thighs and to the waist of my boxers. Her fingers pulled my boxers down; my manhood springing free from its last confinement. I breathed a silent sigh of relief once the cold air had hit it and it jutted out from my body.

She didn’t touch me right off, though. She made me sit on the edge of our bed. I sat on the very edge. She settled herself nicely between my knees. Still, she didn’t dare touch it with her hands. No. She leaned down, kissing the head lightly, and licking the tip, which caused me to jump.

Becca wasn’t dumb. She knew that I would eventually tell her what to do, giving me that tiny glimmer of hope that I would regain control from her. Then again, she loved to get my hopes up and then have them come crashing down around me. It was part of the game for us. We liked playing cat and mouse. To put it simply, we loved the chase. It kept us from getting bored with each other. After eight years of being together, it was necessary to do so.

I felt a tiny hand wrap around the base. Then I felt a wet warmth surround me, her mouth. She engulfed me completely before taking me out. She was just lubing me for what came next. She followed with her hand trailing lazily up the shaft of my cock. Her grip was tight like I knew she was.

I hummed to myself when I felt her hand move down the base. Her grip tightened a little. She bent her head to lick up and down me. Her tongue was amazing on me as it licked down the underside along the vein. She told me once that I had the most beautiful penis she had ever seen, circumcised but not too veiny. Smooth and velvety. She liked that I kept my pubes trimmed so she wouldn’t be too grossed out while going down on me. for that she returned the favor by shaving her most private area.

She took me in her mouth again but didn’t take me out this time. Oh no. She held me there in her mouth. I bucked into her mouth, but she did nothing more than hold me there. She slid me the rest of the way in. She still did nothing; my punishment for being too eager for her to do something. Eventually, she would have to do something or take me out. Either way, she was going to do something evil. Just trying to guess what she was going to do was killing me and making me ache for her next move. Suddenly, a clap of thunder caused Becca to jump, making her mouth tighten around me. Her teeth just barely grazed the base of me.

What most guys are afraid of is being bitten while receiving head. Yes, that would be horrible if it was bitten off, but dicks can’t be chewed through. It’s an urban legend that some guy died while getting head from his girl and she bit it off. She would have to have dinosaur teeth. If the teeth are used right, however, it can be pleasurable. This wasn’t painful for me in any way. I actually moaned as her teeth lightly hit my base.

With that moan, her mouth performed a perfect suction. She made me moan more. She wasn’t letting her fear of thunderstorms stop her. She was focused on the job at hand. She drew me out of her mouth, leaving the head in. She sucked me back in. I was completely engrossed in her mouth. Her tongue played along the vein. She moaned when she felt me throb in her mouth.

She always loved giving me oral. She was always eager. More than once on tour, Becca had pulled me into an empty room or a bathroom. She would lock the door, drop to her knees, and go down on me. Not only would she go down on me, she wouldn’t let me return the favor. I wanted to. Boy did I want to, but she would always walk out without giving me a chance to. This time I was going to catch her before she walked away from me. No I was completely naked on the bed; her hair tickling my lower abdomen.

She sucked on the head and moved her hand tightly along my slick shaft. I weaved my fingers through her hair loosely, guiding her mouth up and down. She sucked harder; her mouth creating a perfect vacuum around me. I loved it. I wanted to lie down, but she wasn’t going to let me do that. She hadn’t told me to lie down. She had just told me to sit. That meant that I had to remain sitting until she instructed me to do something else.

If I tried, she would stop everything and go watch a very long movie. Yes, she had actually done that before. I waited four hours for her to continue. That was the longest four hours of my life. We sat through the extended edition of Lord of the Rings: Two Towers. I wanted to shoot our television. When it was over, she made it very clear that she was in charge. I nodded just wanting her to finish what she had inadvertently started earlier.

Cool air hit my penis as she released me from her mouth. She gave me that look. The look that said she wanted to hear me plead with her to finish.

“Say it,” she said.

“Becca,” I barely got out before she wrapped her hand around me; the other finding my testicles and lightly squeezing them. I bit my lip, looking down at her. I needed to stop her or I was more than likely going to blow if she didn’t. “Becca,” I repeated.

She smiled at me, reading my mind. She didn’t stop, though. She sucked me back into her mouth again. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. Maybe if I didn’t watch, I would be able to last longer. I felt myself hit the back of her throat for the millionth time that night. The suction of her mouth was rough, hard. The hand on my balls left, but her fingers remained. They traced invisible patterns, moving lightly around. She cupped my balls while sucking furiously on my cock; her mouth surrounding me. I was so close. God was I close to blowing in her mouth. That was exactly what she wanted. I thought it was impossible for her lips to wrap any tighter around my cock, but she surprised me by doing just that. She knew I was close so she didn’t stop what she was doing. She was relentless in her ministrations.

“Becca, please,” I said. “I’m so close. Please stop.”

I could hardly breathe. My head was spinning. I was so close now that I knew she could and wanted to taste it. I grunted one last time before cumming. I shot wave after wave into her mouth and she swallowed just about all of it. My orgasm coursed through me. I shuddered when she continued to suck my limp penis. She nuzzled my neck. I kissed her lips softly. I was half spent.

I pushed her to stand. I stood too. She stood there with her innocent face on. She was really the only person I knew of who could pull that face off after giving a mind blowing blow job. I kissed her lips softly at first, but the lust inside me took over. She moaned into the kiss. I turned us so I could push her to the bed if I chose too, but I didn’t just yet. No. I decided to prolong the experience for us. She teased me so I had to tease her. I lifted her skirt slowly. I heard her let out a gasp. It was cold in the room so she must have been surprised to feel the cold air against her vagina. I continued to lift her gown. Soon she was naked. She was standing in front of me stark naked and beautiful. The light from the bathroom glowed around her, making her look like an angel, a nude goddess that would make anyone’s mouth water. She was beyond breathtaking.

I took her in my arms, kissing her again before placing her gently onto the bed. I looked down at her; her red hair formed a copper halo on the pillow. I leveled my body with hers, kissing her but not touching anything other than her lips. I knew if I touched her anywhere else, she’d get her wish. I pulled away long enough to give her a smirk before attacking her collarbone, giving hers the same treatment she had given mine earlier.

She hissed as I bit her tender, pale flesh. Then she began to moan as I soothed it with kisses and licks. I smiled against her skin. I did the same to her right collarbone, bruising it with my mouth. She sighed when I moved my kisses lower to her nipple, making her back arch. I loved having that effect on her. I licked around the hard bud and bit down softly. I nipped the flesh with my lips, and she moaned an almost lyrical moan. I had her squirming underneath me.

My hand traveled down to that spot hidden between her legs. She was dripping wet, but I wanted to have my fun with her. I dipped a finger inside her warmth. She tightened herself around my finger. I worked it in and out of her, watching her try to get my finger in deeper. I added another finger, bending to touch her g-spot and started to kiss her. Our tongues mimicking what my fingers were doing.

I moved my kisses downward again, but this time I bypassed her breasts. I kissed down until her sex was in front of my face. Our eyes met for just a moment. Then I leaned in, kissing it like I had kissed her mouth; her clit playing as her tongue. She purred loudly. I smiled widely and then went back to work. I lapped at her slowly so she would writhe and beg for me to stop, but I’m sure she knew that wasn’t going to happen. I took my fingers out and lapped at her hole, gathering her juices on my tongue. She tasted so tangy sweet. I sucked on her swollen clit; my fingers returning back to her hole. She announced that she was close, but I ignored her and kept going. She cursed under her breath as I felt her tighten around my fingers again. I smiled knowing she was that close in such little time. I was proud.

She let out a tiny little whimper, begging me to stop. I shook my head no and she whimpered in defeat. I was going to make her cum regardless of how much she begged for me to stop. I doubled my efforts. I did everything twice as fast as I had. Her pussy started to quake and convulse around my three fingers. She was practically screaming. Her walls clamped down on me my fingers and she gave one last loud moan. A flood of her juices came rushing over my fingers.

I cleaned her up slowly, letting her orgasm wash over her. She could hardly breathe or speak. She just lied there, panting with a goofy smile on. I kissed my way up her body. Her eyes were still half-lidded, but she smiled at me. I kissed her lips softly. She could barely kiss back. My mission was almost accomplished.

I lied next to her. She cuddled against me; her hand literally petting my penis. I hummed at her to continue. She purred, pushing me on my back. I smiled, knowing what she had in mind. I watched her straddle my hips. She sat just behind my penis, rubbing herself against it. I closed my eyes. Then I felt her weight lift off my thighs and a hand on me. I cracked an eye open to see her positioning my penis at her opening. She rubbed the head against her clit before finally positioning me right where I needed to be. I closed my eyes as she slid me into her vagina. We both moaned.

She started at an alarmingly slow, torturous pace. I shuddered underneath her. At this point, I wanted to just plow into her mercilessly. I held myself back, letting her think she was going to win. We still had a game going. She may have thought that I had forgotten, but I hadn’t. She hadn’t forgotten either. She rocked on my cock, shuddering around me. She felt so good around me, so tight. She swiveled her hips as she came down slowly. God I wanted her to speed up, but I had to keep the façade that she was going to win the game. After several long strokes, I couldn’t take it anymore. She was going too slowly now. It was time to turn things around in my favor. I flipped us over.

She gasped when her back in the mattress and she was pinned underneath me. She frowned once she had realized exactly what had happened. I smiled at her lovingly. I began to thrust at the same pace she had. She forgot all about what I had done. She moaned rather loudly for such a slow pace. I lowered myself, resting on my elbows. She put her legs around my waist, holding me close to her.

“Ryan,” she said. That’s all she had to say.

I sped up a little but knew that if I went at the pace we both wanted me to, it would end before it had even really started. I bent my head to kiss her. She kissed back, moaning. I couldn’t help but pride myself in my efforts. It sounds vain, but I did like to think that the sex was one reason she stuck around.

Our first time had been the real world storybook version of what a first time should be: awkward, painful for her, quick. But, we had waited a year. We both had wanted to be sure that it was right for the both of us. My girlfriends before her just didn’t understand that I wanted to wait. It really isn’t normal that a guy was willing to wait to have sex, especially at our age. Becca understood because she too wanted to wait. Then again, she was only fourteen when we started dating. If she had wanted to wait until marriage, I would have gladly stuck around. I just knew that she was worth keeping around for a very long time. To me, Becca was the world so maybe the sex wasn’t really why we kept each other around. It’s funny how those thoughts went through my mind during sex.

I lazily thrust into her until something snapped inside the both of us. She begged me, harder faster. I gave her what she wanted. Even on bottom, the girl was still just as dominant as before. The game was long forgotten now. Technically, she would have won, but we weren’t fighting to see who could outsmart the other anymore. We just wanted our release, and we wanted to have it together at the same time. That was always our main goal.

She opened her eyes. They were glossed and glazed in a somewhat euphoric state. My eyes most likely mirrored her. Her body, like mine, glistened in the dim lighting, illumination whenever lightning from the storm lit up the room. Every movement she made seemed to be done in a hazy, dreamlike state. All of our senses were heightened from our slightly controlled but still very primal act, a combination of love and lust. Everything we did was done with the same two principles of getting off and love. The bite that left a very satisfying red mark on her neck was love bite that would bruise and take her closer to the edge. One more mark I could say I put there, marking my territory.

As my thrusts got harder and faster, her moans turned into screams. My name along with several incoherent statements and quite a few curses spilled from her lips. My grunts even increased in volume, escaping in shorter, almost caveman intervals. We weren’t going to last long. That was certain. We were close to the point of no return. Her nails and heels dug sharply into my back. The nail marks had broken the skin. They stung when the sweat on my back decided to move with me. It felt like she was leaving several long scratches down my back. I welcomed the pain. She did the same. She knew that soon my mouth would latch onto her shoulder for the rest of our dance. And, my mouth did clamp down onto her right shoulder. Her nails, which were now long due to her New Years resolution of no longer biting them, dug deeply into my skin. We were close.

We rocked each other into an earth shattering, toe-crunching frenzy of an orgasm. I had missed her while she was gone. She had missed me. Her arms let me go, but her legs held me inside her to ride out the multiple waves of our orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her, turning us both over. I didn’t’ dare pull out of her too soon. She wasn’t going to allow it so I didn’t try.

Both of us lied there, wrapped around each other, and completely spent. We were certain that neither of us could move and would be feeling it in the morning. However, I was happy that of all the girls who constantly offered themselves to me and all the guys who practically begged to share a moment like this with her, I had chosen her and she had chosen me. I knew that with our wedding plans well under way, the beautiful girl beside me would be there with me forever.
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