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Fucking Antonia	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fucking Antonia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If I really owned them, do you think I'd be wasting my time talking about them? Think about it.
Summary: Had to get out for a while.
“So where were you, man?”
“Yeah, dude, how often are we in New Orleans and then you fucking take off.”
“You really want to know? Alright but you won't like it.”
“Fuck me,” she'd said and in the smoky half light of the hotel bar at last call it was like the words crystalized, became something else. The neon pink martini glass light on the wall. The slender silver ring through her belly button.
“Fuck you?” I asked, just to be sure I heard her right. You can never tell with the southern girls. Every now and then when we're playing and I'm' lookin' at the teeny boppers playing at being bad with the down home drawls that are comforting-- but somehow they're ashamed of and trying to cover up with Valley Girl accents-- And it hits me: Every girl raised deep in the heart of the bible belt is at heart a cock tease.
Her caramelized hair shimmered in the lights and she inclined her head, eyes bold. “If you wanna.” She knocked back the shot in her hand and leaned over. The whiskey kissed my ear and her words, “I'll let you stick it anywhere,” reverberate through my body like shrapnel.
I was intrigued, if not a bit titillated and I wondered if she was serious. Her expression never changed so she had to have been serious, but it was still a weird offer to be getting from one of them. “You'll let me...”
She cocked her head again, maybe thinking I was stupid and honestly, after an offer like that, I couldn't blame her. You would think I would have been all over it. “Unless you're too drunk, that is.”
I couldn't help smirking, I tossed a few bills at the table and jerked my head at her. “So let's go.” She shrugged, and we left the hotel bar. She winked at the guy behind the desk and I almost wondered if they had a bet going or something. Her manner was aggressive, but laid back. It had me on edge.
Everybody else went to some bar on Bourbon and I would have been there too, but before I could leave it started to rain. I really didn't relish the idea of slogging my Rock Star Ass over there since there are all of five taxis in this entire fucking city. And screw the streetcars, man, the novelty of that wore off when I figured out they were a cooler looking bus system. Big Easy my left nut.
She leaned against the wall of the elevator, her arms crossed, obviously upraising me. I decide to return the favor. Her hair was incredibly thick and this weird wavy/curly combination. It was lighter than it was in the bar. She was wearing a wine colored men's overcoat with sweeping spirals on it that actually touched the tops of her black thigh-high pirate boots. The skirt was short and I wonder if she was wearing a top at all, didn't look like it with the top silver button on the coat done like that.
“What's your name?” My voice tripped over Karen Carpenter's elevator music ass and I had to remind myself how old I am.
“Antonia,” she smirked and I noticed she wasn't wearing any makeup. She didn't ask for mine and I figure either she already knew or didn't care.
The elevator dinged to a stop and we got off. My suite was at the end of the hall. Housekeeping had pulled the drapes earlier and the sight of the rain pouring in sheets outside was comforting. “Be right back,” I went to the bathroom, letting her think I had to piss. But really I had to think.
She was at least twenty, that didn't bother me. I'm not sure what did. It was something though, to say I wasn't fucking her yet. The image of that warm, sweet ass bent over was enough to cause as stirring. Though I had to remind myself I hadn't really had time to check out the ass in question yet.
I slapped some water on my face and rough dried it with a towel. After a quick readjustment in the bathroom mirror, I went back into the room itself.
She wasn't there and I took a minute to wonder if she'd left. Then another second to wonder if she'd taken anything. The rain was louder. Balcony. The hot, magnolia tainted air reached out and slapped me. She was leaning on the railing, smoking nonchalantly.
I joined her and she turned to look at me, flicking the butt out into the rain. She'd undone the button on the coat and I see an unobstructed line of creamy smooth skin from her neck to her skirt. IF she was a hooker, she made damn good money. There's no way that skirt wasn't leather.
“What're you wearing underneath that jacket?”
She arched an eyebrow, “Do you really want to know?” Her hands curled over the lapels and she shrugged, so the jacket revealed her bare shoulders.
I stepped toward her. Her voice was captivating.
“No,” I murmured, my fingers curved over her bare shoulders and slid downward. Her eyebrows went up as the jacket went down, but she didn't say a word as I took hold of her wrists and led her away from the balcony. I took her breasts, two small mounds, small enough to completely palm them. Antonia was silent while I cataloged the feel of her naked chest.
“Like what you see?” She murmured softly and I felt my ears burn at being called out like that.
“Is it obvious?”
She lifted a shoulder, “S'okay, it's interesting.”
“What is?”
“Being looked at like I'm a last meal,” her mouth twitched and I couldn't help but note how her breasts puckered. “I kinda like it.”
I don't acknowledge her words out loud, but I also can't help that she was right. My mouth was dry. Not gonna lie-- it's not hard for us to get sex. You know that. But to have someone that... self possessed, it's a heady thing. I wondered for a brief moment which of us was in control.
I reached out, letting go of one of her wrists to play with the slender silver hoop through her belly button. She was silent, letting me touch her without comment. I couldn't help that my touch was very nearly chaste.
“Know what you wanna do, yet?” Her voice was smoky, sexy as hell.
I laugh softly and jerked my head inside, “Get inside and take off the skirt.” I pulled away from her and walk back into the hotel room, not waiting for her. There was a fifth of Jim Beam on the nightstand and I unscrewed the cap. The couch was deep and I sunk into it, legs wide open.
The bourbon burned my throat.
I was no where near drunk.
She stalked into the room like she owned the place, scooping up the coat as she went. She stood in front of me for a moment, arms loose at her sides before purposely reaching behind her to the zipper. It made a sound like ripping silk and she shimmied the skirt over her hips and the ridiculous boots. She watched me as she stepped out of the skirt. Bend over like that her breasts were the utilitarian tits of every other woman on the planet. I thought of National Geographic issues we used to jerk off to and smiled.
Antonia stepped around the coffee table, her pussy was waxed bare, and she stopped between my legs. She lifted her left leg and swept it upward. Suddenly it was resting on the back of the sofa and I got a great view of her cunt. I stared up at her, a challenge firmly on my face because come on, would you have wanted to admit to her that she got to you? She leaned in, her lower body pulsing forward once, twice.
I take an uninterested swig of the bottle and she rolled her eyes. She removed her leg and took the bottle from me, throwing her head back. She guzzled and I watched her throat work. A thin line o the bourbon escaped her mouth and when she straightened I watched, entranced, as it dribbled down her neck. Between those tits.
I rose and she watched me. Standing over her, looking into those eyes, I felt the stirring again. Like a snake in my gut. Not to mention the one in my pants. “Take the boots off. And whatever you've got under those.”
She shrugged, stepping back. She sat on the end of the bed and matter-of-factly removed the boots as well as a pair of fishnets. Then she rose. I realized exactly how much taller than she I was and got a little thrill at that, coupled with the fact that she was totally naked.
“Who are you?” I couldn't help that my voice was gruff or the way my head dipped to kiss her again. I was within an inch of her lips before she stepped back, stopping me.
“Turn about's fair play,” she sat on the edge of the bed, her arms behind her, her body elongated for me. My pants were tight. I stripped. She laughed shortly and my ears burned.
“What?”
“Nothing, I'm sorry,” Antonia covered her mouth with her hand and though she schooled her features, her eyes danced. She was trying hard not to laugh again. I could tell. It was obvious.
“What?” It came out exasperated and I thank God my voice didn't crack like a thirteen-year-old's. I was trying very hard to be the adult and I was lost on how she managed to throw me off so easily.
She reached out her fingers and caressed the underside of my guy quickly and then she slapped him, lightly as though testing hardness. My ears burned and I gritted my teeth. I can't help thinking that I shouldn't have enjoyed that! “Scrawny man penis. Gift from God,” She flashed those perfect teeth again.
“Did you just call me scrawny?” I crossed my arms. Not to long ago we had a debate going over which was better, college girls or high school. Remember? I now have new evidence in favor of screaming teeny boppers. They aren't as self possessed as this girl was. They're to busy trying to posess us.
“Yeah, I am calling you scrawny,” She stepped closer to me and her nipples brushed just below my rib cage. “What're you going to do about it, chicken legs?”
“Chicken legs!” My voice cracked and my arms uncrossed. I wanted to hit her. Not hard, but enough that I could taste it at the back of my tongue.
“You heard me,” She arched a perfect eyebrow, her smoky voice challenging, “Now what're you going to do?”
“What I wanna do-”
“Is what?”
My hands plunged into that silky hair, jerking her face upward. “I wanna shake that smirk off your face, little girl.” I could feel her breath on my face, she was on tip toe. I almost released her. Almost.
“That's what you wanna do. I asked what you're gonna do.”
“Fuck it, woman,” I shoved her and she stumbled back. She fell onto the bed and her tits bounced. She crabwalked backward and then sat, curling her legs under her. I followed, crawling across the California King with a drive I hadn't felt for anything with tits in a long time. When I reached her I rose over her.
The first touch of lips was rough and I blamed it on that smirk. That damn quirk in her lips that may have left her face, but was still written all over her fucking eyes.
Her lips were warm and that rosebud mouth swallowed mine, giving just as good as she got. It maddened me. My tongue lashed her, the kiss was angry and she growled low in her throat. She rose up on her knees, her hands came up and affixed themselves to my shoulders. Her fingers tensed and I noted how she tried to direct me.
I broke the kiss and shoved the balls of her shoulders. She fell back into the pillows and her eyes still held that mocking challenge. I fell over top of her and her arms came up. That little bit of fight was enough. Something gave in me as I held her there. I felt the growl bubble in my throat and the answering throaty chuckle in hers.
Her eyes were desire dark, but they still sparkled and when I pulled away from her kiss roughened mouth her lips pulled back into a grin. “What else ya got?” Her voice was husky and it maddened me that she could still talk.
“What's that supposed to mean?” I sat up, affronted.
She laughed that throaty chuckle and stretched, arching her back and offering up her breasts for a second, “Only that you've been quite the gentleman.”
I know I looked at her funny. “What, you want me to rape you?”
She sat up and touched my nose, “Is that what you want?”
“Huh?”
“I'm serious, Mister Famous Guy Who Sits Alone In A Bar When His Friends Are Across Town.” Her breath was laced with the Jim Beam, “What is it that you want, Man Who Smiles And Jokes And Says Everything's Fine, but really sits and waits all the time for when he'll be left alone?”
“Who are you?” I asked her again and wondered how she read me so well.
“Does it really matter?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Why?” She rested the hell of her hand against her temple.
“Because... I mean how do you...” I searched for the words and willed myself not to sound like a teenager. “How do you get it?”
“Get what?”
I fought to verbalize. I was a loner. Always had been. Usually by choice, but every now and then you get slapped in the face with this feeling that either you keep people away because if they really knew you... or, that they know something you don't and they choose to stay away from you because you sicken them. “Is Antonia even your real name?”
She shrugged, placing a finger to her lips for silence.
I rolled my eyes, “How do you understand all this stuff?”
Antonia's expression didn't change.
“Why won't you answer my questions?!”
This time she grinned, surging upward and wrapping her arms 'round my neck, “Because I'm not the one you should be asking.”
I rolled my eyes, “And who should I be asking?”
She liked at me like she thought I was nuts.
“Okay, fine, I get your point. But I've never been one for that whole S&M scene.”
“You're not?”
“No.”
She slapped me.
“Woman-”
She slapped me again. This time harder.
She was rearing back for a third when I grabbed her arm. She had more strength than I would have credited her for and we grappled on the bed.
Pillows and blankets were knocked askew, the digital bedside clock would never be the same and I was savaging one of her beasts before I realized what had happened. I raised my head to look at her, both her wrists tight together in my right hand, her thighs wrapped tight around me,a nd her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
Antonia's tortoise shell eyes glittered in the light and she waited, silently.
I held her gaze for one beat, then two, and then I went back to what I was doing. I attacked her other breast and used my left hand to play with the nipple I'd left behind. She groaned low and I felt the rumble in her chest. I kissed down her body, sucking hard sometimes. Each time I did that she squirmed and, not gonna lie, it was a turnon.
“You want me to keep doing that?” Who was that self assured guy whose voice sounded more confident and knowing of the female body and his abilities than mine ever had? I sounded like Porn Star Guy. I kinda liked it.
“...Yeah,” her voice was hoarse and she shook her head against the pillows.
“Just like that?” I was playing with the area around her clit. Scratching her hood lightly with my thumb nail.
She thrashed on the pillow, her pelvis inching harder against my fingers. “Just like that,” she gasped and then whimpered, “Please-- I'm--”
“Then I have to--” I flicked my thumb over her clit and I swear her entire body trembled one good time, “Stop.”
“What?” She rose up as best she could and I laughed, nudging her hip with my erection.
“Now's the fun part,” I resituated myself between her thighs, tested her to be sure she was ready –and you wouldn't believe how wet she was, man-- then drove myself into her. I didn't wait for her to get used to me, I started pounding into her and she closed her eyes, throwing her body back and then writhing into me.
She came almost immediately and I pulled out, feeling like I may have just escaped a Venus Fly Trap or something. “What're you-” She didn't finish, I put a hand on either side of her pelvis and flipped her over. She made a little yelp of surprise and I lay flush against her. My guy was nestled between her cheeks and my lips were right next to her ear.
“After that kinda pre-show d'you think it'd be over so soon?” I got to my knees and guided her pelvis upward. She got the gist and reached for the headboard, holding on with both hands and stretching her backside toward me like a cat in heat. I spread her ass cheeks and she threw her head forward so that all that hair went flying. With my thumbs I parted her fuck-swollen lips and rammed into her.
Antonia gasped and arched her ass toward me harder. I must have been doing something right, I thought, one hand held her pelvis and the other spread over the middle of her ass. She made a sound deep in her throat that could have been a purr and I thought about National Geographic again. This time about those leopards. Remember that article, man?
Remember how we read how the male leopard has spines on his penis? So when he screws his woman he's like, literally ripping into her? Remember how tripped out we got about that? I thought about what I knew about Antonia as I watched the sheen of sweat thicken on her back. The harder I thought the harder I gave it to her.
The hand on her ass slid lower, nestling between her cheeks. I put pressure on the opening to her anus, not entering, but enough to turn on all those nerve endings. She groaned so low I swear to fuck the bed rumbled. With my thumb I pulled on the skin at her pussy opening. I was still fucking her and I accidentally scratched her with my nail. Her whole body spasmed so hard I almost lost my balance. She murmured something under her breath.
“You liked that, huh?”
She said something else and I couldn't catch it because her hair was in the way.
“Say that again, baby?”
Antonia tossed her head and looked over her shoulder at me, “Harder,” she gasped, her eyes glittering gold, “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I lost it, man. I swear. For a guy our age to hear a girl her age saying something like that...and fucking meaning it...
I was scraping her with my thumb and I didn't give a shit. She was coming around me again and it was like a fucking vice inside her. And then the weirdest thing happened. Have you ever heard of female ejaculation? Did you ever think that it was pure crap?
It's not.
I thought she was pissing on me for a second.
Weirdest thing I've ever felt.
But really fucking cool.
Actually, it's what made me come. That and I was sorta scared if I didn't she'd never give me my dick back. She had muscles down there that-
Anyway, I fell on top of her. And she was practically purring.
I rolled off of her and she rolled over. Her eyes were doing that weird glitter thing. She caught her breath. Sweat was all over her. And me.
“You okay?” I was debating whether or not my heart would return to normal.
“Mmm, better than,” She murmured and I realized she was crawling down my body.
“What're you doing?”
“Did you think you were done?”
My eyes shot open when I felt her tongue on my balls. It was prickly. Warm and rough and soft all at once. “I don't think I'm up for another round just yet,” but strangely, I was. I don't know how she did it, but I was hard again and that mouth was around me, and she was fucking me with her mouth. And I couldn't decide if I liked it or not at first. But those eyes, man.
I've never seen eyes like that outside of a comic book.
Her fingers dug into my thighs and it was hard to catch my breath.
I was coming, man, and it was like her mouth was her pussy or something because it was like she was coming too. And it was the weirdest feeling. But there I was, on that bed, with this... girl... fucking telling me to fucking come in her mouth without saying a word. And all of a sudden it hit me.
She was going to leave as soon as I passed out.
And I was fucking addicted.
Just like that.
Fuck, man.
Billie and Tre stared at me like I'd lost my mind. “That's, uh, some story, Mike,” Billie said finally.
“Yeah, man... fuck.” Tre shook his head and took a swig of his beer.
“So what're you gonna do?”
I shrugged, “Fuck if I know, man. But that weird, cat lady freak had me... I dunno.”
“Maybe you'll see her again,” Billie said dubiously. I think my story freaked him.
Tre shot me a Look, “If you do, introduce her to me.”
I looked at him like he'd lost his mind, “You'll thank me if I don't.” I don't know why I was so disturbed by it all. But seriously... fuck man. Fucking Antonia.
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