My Life With Green Day, chapter 47
Billie pushed open our suite door, barely able to hold himself and me up. Panting heavily from kissing since the cab ride, I turned the light on.
"Turn it off," Billie moaned, taking the time to remove his lips from mine. I maneuvered my hand back to the light switch and flicked the lights off. Taking care, he lifted my top over my head, letting it drop to the floor. He smiled to himself as he moved his head around to kiss the side of my neck. He trailed down my neck further, continuously planting kisses wherever he went.
I took hold of his tie, delicately pulling it apart and throwing it somewhere behind him. I undid the buttons of his shirt, leaving it open to reveal his bare chest. He brought his head to look at me. He snaked his arms around my back, kissing me passionately once again. I brought my hands up to his face, cupping his jaw line in my hands.
Aroused, I moved my hands down from his face and stripped him of his belt, hearing it clatter to the floor with the other discarded items of clothing. Teasing him, I unbuttoned his pants before pulling the zipper down very slowly. His hands pulled at my bra straps slowly before expertly unhooking the back and letting it fall to the floor.
I pulled his shirt off and discarded it onto the floor. He placed his thumbs on the rim of my jeans and gave a gentle tug before letting them fall to a heap at my feet. Suddenly, he leaned over me, us falling back onto the bed. Looking up and staring into his eyes, him towering over me, his black pants being the only article of clothing left on him.
They lay half balanced on his delicate hips. His tongue left my mouth and trailed down my body again, lower and lower- teasing me. I giggled as he tickled me with his tongue, causing him to smile too. He moved his hands up and down my sides, touching me sensitively. Removing me of my last item of clothing, I swallowed hard as the sexual tension started to increase.
Like an instant reaction, I pulled his pants down, letting them fall to the floor. He slowly slid off his own boxers and disposed of them somewhere. He leant his body forward and supported himself by putting a hand on each side of me. Suddenly, he ground into me, quickening the pace as he did so. His hips bucked every so often with a jerky movement. I started to moan, not being able to control myself as he clenched his teeth in exhilaration.
"Argh... Billie," I cried as I grasped the duvet tightly in my hands, turning my knuckles white.
"Argh... Nargghh," He panted, grinding up and down, suddenly feeling himself rise to the next level. Feeling him inside me, I let out a groan. Billie Joe covered my mouth with his own, hoping to drown out the noise of my moaning. He suddenly pulled away for air, not being able to keep control himself. "Oh fuck! Argh... . Argh... .f-u-c-k... " He moaned pleasurably to himself. Still moaning madly to himself, the sweat dripped off his forehead and onto my body.
Suddenly, his whole body shook as he felt his orgasm coming, pounding, and grinding those hips into me deeper, harder, and quicker. I wanted to scream. He let out a loud groan, panting. Continuing to thrust into me harder than ever before, I felt myself start to climax from him.
At that exact moment everything sped up 10 times faster then before. He thrust hard into me a few more times, letting a few moans from me escape as he breathed in deeply, jerking his hips a couple more times as he anti-climaxed. Then he collapsed on me, both of us panting. He placed his head on my chest and closed his eyes, exhausted. I closed mine too and fell into a deep sleep.
***
Next morning
"Good Morning," Billie sang loudly in my ear. I opened one eye and saw him lying next to me, watching me. "You were such a dirty little whore last night. But you were MY dirty little whore."
"So exactly what does that make you," I asked impatiently.
"Now I was thinking more along the lines of King of Fuck," he said. I laughed and laid my head on his chest, doodling on his chest with my finger.
"Yeah but you're MY King of Fuck," I giggled loudly. He growled and took my hand, kissing it softly. "When did you put your clothes back on?" He just shrugged before getting up.
"Get dressed! We have to meet Mike and Tre for breakfast," he said, pulling the blanket off my naked body. "Move it! We're late." The suite door opened and Tre came running in, followed by Mike. I quickly grabbed the dangling blanket out of Billie's hands and covered myself up with it the best that I could.
"What are you hiding under the blanket Courtney?" Tre asked curiously. I looked down, blushing. "Mike, she's naked," Tre squealed excitedly. Tre, out of his own pervertedness, demanded his right to see me naked.
"Okay here," Billie said as he ripped the blanket off my body.
"Billie Joe, how could you- whoa," Mike started before letting his eyes wander over to me.
"Damn," Tre shouted. 'That's great. All the members of Green Day have now seen me naked,' I thought.
"Billie! What the fuck," I screamed shrilly, hitting him in the arm as hard as I could.
"What? You're banging hot! Mike is married and he agrees," Billie pointed out. He was right. Tre was pretty much creating another great lake on his chin and Mike was avoiding eye contact with everyone.
"Courtney, don't get mad at me for saying this because I really do love Brittany but you are fucking hot," Mike said, still avoiding eye contact.
"Dude, my wife," Billie said, sounding beyond jealous.
"Fiancé," Tre corrected. "Meaning I could do this." He ran over and kissed me then ran back to Mike. I sat there dazed by what had just happened.
"You fucking dipshit," Billie roared. He started after Tre but I grabbed his arm, throwing him down on the bed. I sat on top of him, trying to calm him down.
"Whoa! Kinky shit," Tre called.
"Mike, can you guys leave? We'll meet you for breakfast in a minute," I said quietly. Mike nodded and dragged Tre out of the suite. I got off Billie and started to help him up.
"I think I like having you sit on my chest," he said slyly, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"Not now Billie," I thought as I rubbed my head where a headache was forming.
"You okay," he asked.
"I almost caused for there to be one less member of Green Day! Do you know how many teenies would want to kill me?" I asked shrilly.
"I thought the teenies loved me," Billie said.
"They do. Tre would have kicked your ass," I laughed. He made a face and then I went to get dressed.
"Lets get Tre and Mike for breakfast," Billie said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.
***
After breakfast
Shortly after breakfast, Billie and I had to catch a cab to get across town to go shopping. Billie finally hauled a cab and ran across the street to get in when his cell phone dropped in the middle of the road.
"Billie, your phone," I called when I saw it bounce in the middle of the road. I gasped when I realized that was how we met almost a year ago.
"Thanks babe! I don't know what I would do without that damn phone," Billie said as he wrapped his arm around my waist. 'You wouldn't have me,' I thought as we got into the cab. 'And without that damn phone, I wouldn't have you.'
THE END!
"Turn it off," Billie moaned, taking the time to remove his lips from mine. I maneuvered my hand back to the light switch and flicked the lights off. Taking care, he lifted my top over my head, letting it drop to the floor. He smiled to himself as he moved his head around to kiss the side of my neck. He trailed down my neck further, continuously planting kisses wherever he went.
I took hold of his tie, delicately pulling it apart and throwing it somewhere behind him. I undid the buttons of his shirt, leaving it open to reveal his bare chest. He brought his head to look at me. He snaked his arms around my back, kissing me passionately once again. I brought my hands up to his face, cupping his jaw line in my hands.
Aroused, I moved my hands down from his face and stripped him of his belt, hearing it clatter to the floor with the other discarded items of clothing. Teasing him, I unbuttoned his pants before pulling the zipper down very slowly. His hands pulled at my bra straps slowly before expertly unhooking the back and letting it fall to the floor.
I pulled his shirt off and discarded it onto the floor. He placed his thumbs on the rim of my jeans and gave a gentle tug before letting them fall to a heap at my feet. Suddenly, he leaned over me, us falling back onto the bed. Looking up and staring into his eyes, him towering over me, his black pants being the only article of clothing left on him.
They lay half balanced on his delicate hips. His tongue left my mouth and trailed down my body again, lower and lower- teasing me. I giggled as he tickled me with his tongue, causing him to smile too. He moved his hands up and down my sides, touching me sensitively. Removing me of my last item of clothing, I swallowed hard as the sexual tension started to increase.
Like an instant reaction, I pulled his pants down, letting them fall to the floor. He slowly slid off his own boxers and disposed of them somewhere. He leant his body forward and supported himself by putting a hand on each side of me. Suddenly, he ground into me, quickening the pace as he did so. His hips bucked every so often with a jerky movement. I started to moan, not being able to control myself as he clenched his teeth in exhilaration.
"Argh... Billie," I cried as I grasped the duvet tightly in my hands, turning my knuckles white.
"Argh... Nargghh," He panted, grinding up and down, suddenly feeling himself rise to the next level. Feeling him inside me, I let out a groan. Billie Joe covered my mouth with his own, hoping to drown out the noise of my moaning. He suddenly pulled away for air, not being able to keep control himself. "Oh fuck! Argh... . Argh... .f-u-c-k... " He moaned pleasurably to himself. Still moaning madly to himself, the sweat dripped off his forehead and onto my body.
Suddenly, his whole body shook as he felt his orgasm coming, pounding, and grinding those hips into me deeper, harder, and quicker. I wanted to scream. He let out a loud groan, panting. Continuing to thrust into me harder than ever before, I felt myself start to climax from him.
At that exact moment everything sped up 10 times faster then before. He thrust hard into me a few more times, letting a few moans from me escape as he breathed in deeply, jerking his hips a couple more times as he anti-climaxed. Then he collapsed on me, both of us panting. He placed his head on my chest and closed his eyes, exhausted. I closed mine too and fell into a deep sleep.
***
Next morning
"Good Morning," Billie sang loudly in my ear. I opened one eye and saw him lying next to me, watching me. "You were such a dirty little whore last night. But you were MY dirty little whore."
"So exactly what does that make you," I asked impatiently.
"Now I was thinking more along the lines of King of Fuck," he said. I laughed and laid my head on his chest, doodling on his chest with my finger.
"Yeah but you're MY King of Fuck," I giggled loudly. He growled and took my hand, kissing it softly. "When did you put your clothes back on?" He just shrugged before getting up.
"Get dressed! We have to meet Mike and Tre for breakfast," he said, pulling the blanket off my naked body. "Move it! We're late." The suite door opened and Tre came running in, followed by Mike. I quickly grabbed the dangling blanket out of Billie's hands and covered myself up with it the best that I could.
"What are you hiding under the blanket Courtney?" Tre asked curiously. I looked down, blushing. "Mike, she's naked," Tre squealed excitedly. Tre, out of his own pervertedness, demanded his right to see me naked.
"Okay here," Billie said as he ripped the blanket off my body.
"Billie Joe, how could you- whoa," Mike started before letting his eyes wander over to me.
"Damn," Tre shouted. 'That's great. All the members of Green Day have now seen me naked,' I thought.
"Billie! What the fuck," I screamed shrilly, hitting him in the arm as hard as I could.
"What? You're banging hot! Mike is married and he agrees," Billie pointed out. He was right. Tre was pretty much creating another great lake on his chin and Mike was avoiding eye contact with everyone.
"Courtney, don't get mad at me for saying this because I really do love Brittany but you are fucking hot," Mike said, still avoiding eye contact.
"Dude, my wife," Billie said, sounding beyond jealous.
"Fiancé," Tre corrected. "Meaning I could do this." He ran over and kissed me then ran back to Mike. I sat there dazed by what had just happened.
"You fucking dipshit," Billie roared. He started after Tre but I grabbed his arm, throwing him down on the bed. I sat on top of him, trying to calm him down.
"Whoa! Kinky shit," Tre called.
"Mike, can you guys leave? We'll meet you for breakfast in a minute," I said quietly. Mike nodded and dragged Tre out of the suite. I got off Billie and started to help him up.
"I think I like having you sit on my chest," he said slyly, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"Not now Billie," I thought as I rubbed my head where a headache was forming.
"You okay," he asked.
"I almost caused for there to be one less member of Green Day! Do you know how many teenies would want to kill me?" I asked shrilly.
"I thought the teenies loved me," Billie said.
"They do. Tre would have kicked your ass," I laughed. He made a face and then I went to get dressed.
"Lets get Tre and Mike for breakfast," Billie said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.
***
After breakfast
Shortly after breakfast, Billie and I had to catch a cab to get across town to go shopping. Billie finally hauled a cab and ran across the street to get in when his cell phone dropped in the middle of the road.
"Billie, your phone," I called when I saw it bounce in the middle of the road. I gasped when I realized that was how we met almost a year ago.
"Thanks babe! I don't know what I would do without that damn phone," Billie said as he wrapped his arm around my waist. 'You wouldn't have me,' I thought as we got into the cab. 'And without that damn phone, I wouldn't have you.'
THE END!
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