Bittersweet | By : TaimaMarie Category: Reality TV > Jackass Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Ville Valo, Raab, Dico, or any other celebrity mentioned. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
The dinner was spent in laughter and glasses of wine. She sat between them, a hand on each of their knees under the table. They shared mouthfuls of food from their forks, placing them in one another’s mouths. Everything tasted strangely sweet and erotic, and Lenny wasn’t sure if it was really the food, the wine, or just the fact that she was there with them.
They left the restaurant; already shooting dark looks at one another, brimming over with lust and desire. Bam climbed into the driver’s seat of the car.
“Sit in the back with me,” Ville said in Lenny’s ear. Her eyes widened and she nodded, once. They climbed in and Bam started the car.
The rock star couldn’t wait. Before she could draw a breath, his hands were up Lenny’s shirt, his mouth covering hers. He pushed her so she was laying on the seat. Not entirely comfortable, but she didn’t care anymore.
Their tongues twisted and tangled together, and her fingernails scratched down his back. He hissed and bit down where her throat met her shoulder. She bucked her hips, already longing for some sort of touch.
“Ville,” she moaned as he licked the bruise that was quickly forming on her flesh. He smirked and glanced in the rearview mirror. Thankfully the traffic wasn’t bad that night. The driver was much distracted by what was going on in his backseat.
Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, and Ville hooked his fingers in the waistband of the panties he had helped picked out for her. They were slipped down her thighs, her knees, past her ankles and off her feet. Ville tossed them away, heedless of where they might land.
“Make her scream, Ville.” Bam said from the front seat. A high pitched whine came from the girl’s throat. Ville’s fingers danced across the skin in between her legs, teasing. They reached for her folds, but always stopped just shy.
She was writhing, moaning, whimpering, and begging. Strange, she thought in the one sliver of her mind that wasn’t clouded over with lust. She didn’t think that she’d ever be the one to beg. She wondered at herself for giving up so much power over herself.
As it happened, Lenny didn’t have much time to think about it. Before she understood what was happening, he was between her legs, spreading them as far as he possibly could. One foot was on the floor, the other one up over the back of the seat.
If she had been able to think, Helena might have protested at the slutty position they had put her in. But the dark haired man was between her legs, and his tongue was lapping hungrily at a part of her that just sang from the contact.
“Oh, oh!” she cried, her hips arching up off the seat. Ville’s slender hands gripped the hips tightly, pinning her down. She dug her heels into his back, desperate for some way to release the tension that was building up inside of her.
His tongue was worshipping every inch of her. It dove in and out of her, sampling her juices, and then licked upwards to the tiny bundle of nerves well hidden. When he sucked it gently, she knew she’d come undone soon.
“Please!” she howled. “Oh, please!”
“Harder, Ville.” Bam directed from the front seat. The thought that her boyfriend was in there with them, that he could see their every move, hear their every sound made Lenny’s eyes roll into the back of her head.
Ville obeyed Bam. He sucked harder, flicking her clit with his tongue a few times. She felt her chest constrict, felt her back bowing. She didn’t have the option of staying still anymore.
One more lick and she came, hard. She screamed, feeling the delicious ache in her throat to go with the explosion between her legs. Helena’s muscles clenched again and again, and she trembled.
When it was over and she felt steady enough to open her eyes, Ville’s arms were around her. He was helping her sit up, lean against him. He chuckled, and she felt the rumble of his chest against her ear.
“I ought not do things like that when you’re trying to drive.”
“Particularly when I can’t help.” Bam’s voice was low and husky. Lenny closed her eyes again. Things were going to be fun once they finally got home.
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