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Standing outside on the wet pavement, cigarette in one hand and phone in the other, he put his head back and gave a deep sigh, looking up at the clouded night sky. It'd stopped raining now and some of the stars were visible through the now white clouds, catching his eye as he blew out a lungful of smoke and tried to find some inner calm. It was getting late and people were out for the night, groups of girls giggling and tottering down the street in their heels, people moving bar to bar and enjoying themselves; time with their partners, fun with their friends, or just looking for a hook-up. It was the typical night out for so many, but not him, standing outside his shop and battling inner turmoil as he argued with his ex-girlfriend via text message.
Raising the cigarette to his mouth, he took a long drag, leaving it in his mouth as he paused to use two hands to type another reply, blowing out the smoke casually around the Marlborough at the side of his lips. Neon lights illuminated the street around him, the glow from the signs in his window; he ran a tattoo parlour, a joint venture with another artist he knew, and was building a good reputation for doing excellent work. It was exactly as he wanted and allowed his creativity and lust for skills and knowledge to thrive, learning something new all the time. He wasn't above turning away work when he felt he wasn't skilled enough to do it justice either, telling people he'd rather they went elsewhere and got the tattoo they really wanted rather than put a few pounds in his pocket. It also had the effect of bringing people back, choosing to come to him for smaller tattoos or future work, liking his attitude and attention to detail and quality. He was generally pleased with things, especially his growing business and the way it allowed such an easy and intimate way to get to know people, letting him work on his social life while at work. Unfortunately right now that had kind of backfired, as it was through his skilful hands that he'd managed to meet the girl at the other end of the text messages he was sending, who had brought him so much happiness and then in a swift turn so much pain, and she was still playing with his head now as he struggled to move on with his life.
Sometimes you just can't move on from people easily, and this was one of those situations, especially as she'd ended things when he'd been happy, thinking they were going somewhere. She'd wanted space and needed to find herself, work out what she wanted, only she was still in his life, playing with his emotions. She'd go from missing him and hinting at getting back together, to telling him she wanted no contact and had to move on, praising how he was as a person to telling him every little thing she'd disliked in his character. It was a tough emotional ride, and he knew he should just tell her to leave him alone and move on, but he just couldn't and it was really starting to trouble him that she had such hold on him. He barely even noticed the long-haired, blonde-highlighted brunette behind him looking in the window at his designs as he smoked the cigarette to the butt and flicked it into the puddles in the gutter. Shoving his phone back in his pocket, he blew smoke out through gritted teeth in an almost growl of frustration, pushing a hand through his hair as he turned back from people-watching to his shop to be confronted by a petite, pretty girl, silhouetted against the neon lights as she looked over her shoulder at him curiously.
"Hey," he said, a little taken aback to suddenly discover her there, wondering momentarily what she thought as he imagined how he looked, smoking and huffing to himself at the side of the road.
"Hey," she replied, turning to him from the window, her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. To go with her long hair she wore smoky eye make up, a black hooded top, a short, pleated tartan skirt, knee-high black and red striped socks and doc martins. He immediately recognised her as singer Avril Lavigne, feeling his heart jump in excitement and nerves at the moment, but not letting it show, letting the relaxing effect of his cigarette keep its slender hold. They just eyed each other a moment, waiting for the slightest tension to break.
"Something up?" she asked, clearly referring to his evident frustrations.
"Yeah it's this...don't worry about it," he said, realising she didn't want to talk about his issues and he didn't really want to share them, flattered that she asked though.
"Sure?" she enquired, clearly at least somewhat compassionate for his problems.
"Yeah. So thinking of getting another tattoo?" he asked, pointing up at the window and his plethora of designs on show.
"Thinking about it," she said, "and anyway, what do you mean another? How do you know I've got any?" she asked, looking back to the window as she considered what she might like.
"You're Avril Lavigne, everyone knows you have tattoos," he said casually, relaxed by how laid back she was and just chatting to her like any other customer, and after all why shouldn't he.
"So you recognise me then," she said with a smile, not looking away from the window.
"Of course, I don't live under a rock. Surprised to see you here of course," he said, since he was genuinely shocked to find Avril at his shop, pondering a tattoo on a chilly, wet evening.
"Well like you say, I have tattoos," she murmured, giving a slightly foxy little glance sideways to him with a tilt of her head.
"So you wanting another one? This a spur-of-the-moment thing?" he asked, since he always discouraged people from getting them done without thinking it over properly, and he really didn't want any backlash from giving Avril Lavigne a tattoo she wasn't impressed with.
"No I've been thinking it over for a while, just been hankering to get another one for a bit now," she said.
"Miss the sting of the needle huh?" he said, knowing how people so often got hooked on getting tattoos, and he was sure it wasn't just for their aesthetics, but the feeling of getting it.
"I miss so many things at the moment," she said wistfully, pausing before turning to glance at him again. There was a pause as tension built for a moment, his mind churning over quite what she meant before he snapped back to reality and continued.
"Have you decided where you want it?" he asked, fleetingly hoping it wasn't just on her ankle.
"I think I know where I want it, just not quite decided exactly what," she said, looking over the designs still, evidently having a specific effect in mind for her new tattoo.
"I have lots more designs inside in my books if you want to check them out, and I can modify any you like, give it a unique edge for you," he offered, genuinely offering her his standard, excellent service rather than trying to find an excuse to get her into the shop.
"Really? Do you offer to do that for all the girls who come here on a quiet night?" she said teasingly, giving a sly smile and eyeing him up as she stepped towards the door.
"I'd love to pretend I'm just charming you, but the truth is you could be a hairy, six-foot biker in the middle of my busiest day and I'd offer you the same," he said with a smile. Avril gave a laugh and stepped into his shop with him a few steps behind, dropping down into a chair just inside where people could wait for others, or while discussing their wants. He stepped behind his small counter and found his thick books of tattoo designs, all carefully ordered by their styles to help people who were after a specific type of design.
"What is it you were looking for?" he asked, putting them down on the counter.
”A sort of Celtic design, not too generic but something like that,” she said, leaning forward on her knees as he flicked into the second of his two thick books.
“Something like these?” he said, stepping round the counter and offering her the heavy book, which she hefted onto her lap, looking over the sharp black designs.
“Yeah these kind of things,” she said, looking over the striking collection of styles and designs, all variations on the sort of thing she wanted.
“So where is it you want this tattoo?” he asked as she perused his work.
”Lower back,” she said casually, eyeing up one design in particular.
“Really?” he asked, unable to help himself, before closing with “sure, no problem.”
“Is there something wrong with having it on my lower back?” she asked, looking up at him with a slight smirk that hinted she knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Of course not, it’s something I like personally,” he said, just as his phone started ringing.
”I’ll bet,” Avril murmured with a smile, looking back down at the designs, deciding between a couple of them. Getting his phone out of his pocket showed it was his ex-girlfriend calling, probably because he hadn’t answered her last text, hadn’t even read it. He cancelled the call and before he could even take his hand off the phone as he put it away, it started ringing again. He cancelled it again immediately, then turned his phone off, not wanting to talk to her anyway, especially now he had Avril Lavigne to ink.
“Problems?” she asked.
“Yeah, but I’m not getting into that right now, better things to do,” he said, wanting to not bring his ex up at this point.
“Absolutely, because I want this one here,” she said, pointing to her chosen design. It was a symmetrical design, with an open black star in the middle and a rotating style open figure-eight with tails and streaks type design either side, a style that would nicely suit her lower back.
“Very nice, I think that’ll suit you, I don’t do that one very often either, people seem to want something more general,” he said as he took the book back from her.
“Yeah I’m unique, trust me,” she said with a giggle as she stood up, reading to get herself tattooed. Just then, the shop phone started ringing, both of them looking at it, having a fair idea of who it was.
“Just go through, get yourself comfortable, I’ll be there in a minute,” he said, waving her through to the back of his shop as he picked up the phone. It was indeed his ex-girlfriend, who immediately launched into a rant about how he wasn’t answering her, his phone was off and so on. He knew he should just hang up on her, but he couldn’t, and what ensued was an intense and passionate conversation that left him feeling pissed off with her. He ended it by telling her he had a customer and had had enough, hanging up the phone, then unplugging it. Walking into the back, he found Avril waiting for him, her hoodie and top gone, wearing just her bra.
“You know, she sounds like a bitch,” she said to him, ignoring the fact she was half naked.
“I…what?” he said, losing track of things half way through staring at her and listening to her. He drank her in, her gorgeous slim body, bountiful breasts supported by a sexy black lace bra, creamy skin and the existing tattoos she had, well the ones he could see.
“Your ex, she sounds a right bitch,” Avril reiterated, giving him a frank expression.
“It’s complicated,” he said quietly, regaining his composure and starting to get set up.
“It’s not, she dumped you and she’s still messing you around, I heard everything,” she said, having listened through the open door.
“Yeah I’m just struggling to move on,” he said, wanting to say just enough to finish this conversation.
“That’s why. Tell her what you really think and to leave you alone, then meet some new people. You find a nice hot new chick and you won’t think about her at all,” Avril said, giving him a smile that said she knew what she was talking about.
”Yeah but it’s not as easy as that,” he said, getting his design, inks and tattoo gun ready with needles and sterilising equipment.
“Sure it is, you never know, one might just walk into your shop one night,” she said with a smile, giving a little flick of her eyebrows before she turned round to kneel on his chair, sitting down on her heels and grasping the back of the chair, her short skirt sliding up but keeping her peachy rear covered.
“Well, I guess it’s possible,” he said, getting his design ready for her, eyeing up her sexy back.
“Course it is, just don’t miss the signals, plenty of girls will find you sexy,” she said, enjoying the sensation as he first put his hands on her, becoming professional now as he set about her tattoo.
“Where do you want it exactly?” he asked, wanting to get it perfect for her.
“You pick, find the best position, but I want it low down,” she said, leaving him to finalise the details as she glanced back over her shoulder at him. He took a minute to contemplate it, eyeing the shape of her back and how her pelvis sat, the shape down into her bum. He made his decision, and it took a moment to fully consider before he asked.
“Pull your skirt down,” he said, realising quite how that sounded as he said it.
“What?” she asked, thinking he was asking her to strip off.
“Just a bit, I need some more space to get it just right. It will suit you right low down,” he said, which was true. She didn’t speak, just pushing up off her heels a little and reaching back, pushing her thumbs into the waistband of her little tartan skirt and sliding it down slightly with a little wiggle of her hips, leaving it just above her bum.
“That better?” she asked, sitting back down and waiting.
“That’s great thanks,” he said, getting his design onto her and starting to work.
“I bet it is, I’m pushing my skirt off for you,” she smiled, staying still to let him work. It took a few minutes, but he got the design onto her perfectly, level and centred. He always had to get it completely right, and he was pleased to achieve that on the first go with Avril, taking the time to do so.
“Right, got it. Let me get a mirror, you can check,” he said, wanting her to be absolutely sure on it before he made it permanent.
“Don’t worry, just use my phone,” she said, grabbing it from her hoodie pocket and handing it to him.
“Sure, hold on,” he said, pressing the camera button and wishing he could take a minute to go snooping and read all her little secrets. He took a photo of her knelt on the chair, wishing he could keep it himself, marvelling at how neat and right the design looked on her. Handing the phone to Avril, she studied the picture carefully, evidently as interested in its quality as he was.
“That’s perfect, it looks great!” she said enthusiastically.
“Yeah? Completely happy?” he asked, wanting to be sure.
“Yeah exactly the sort of thing I wanted, and you’ve got the position just right, low down like that. Excellent, let’s do it,” she said, very happy with it.
“Ok then, give me a moment,” he said, getting his equipment ready, black ink in the tattoo gun and then wiping her back with alcohol, making her inhale at the cold sensation. He settled himself in position, pleased to be about to tattoo the Canadian star.
“You know, if you had a girl in the position you’ve got me now, you wouldn’t be thinking about your ex in the slightest,” Avril said with a smirk over her shoulder. She immediately gave a cry, biting her lip as the gun buzzed and he pressed it to her beautiful body, deliberately starting in the most painful place right across her spine.
“You know what they say about girls with tattoos like this, Avril?” he asked casually, coolly working on her as he started moving through the design with surprising speed, getting it absolutely spot on at the same time.
“Of course, everyone does,” she murmured through gritted teeth, getting used to the pain but still jumping and making noise as it crossed her spine.
“Don’t mind that then?” he said.
“Are you asking me whether I like that, or about what people will say?” she said, managing to tease as he worked on her.
“Either,” he said, not wanting to miss a potential chance to hear her sexual preferences.
“People are always going to talk, I don’t care. My body and I’ll do what I want with it. And most girls I’ve known with them tend to embody the stereotype,” she finished, hinting at what it signified.
“Oh really, and you’re getting one,” he said, leading her towards what he wanted to hear, having the concentrate hard on his work now as he pondered Avril Lavigne embodying the characteristics of the lower back tattoo.
“Well who doesn’t like doggy style,” she said bluntly, catching him off guard a little and making him pause.
“Good point,” he said, before carrying on.
“And some other things as well,” Avril finished suggestively, making him wonder exactly how far she went in living up to it, and his cock stiffen in his trousers. Continuing, Avril was starting to struggle a bit more with the pain, and gave a particularly loud yelp as he worked at one area, making him stop as she jumped a bit.
“Do you need something to bite down on?” he asked, sitting back from her.
“Yeah, it might help,” she said, leaning up a little on the chair and breathing deeply. He thought a moment, a naughty idea entering his head, making his heart race and knowing it was pushing his luck. He didn’t know where the decision got made, but he decided to go for it, sliding his hands up under her tiny skirt. He didn’t bother to waste time hiding what he was doing, sliding his hands over her thighs and bum, feeling her jump at his touch as he slipped up under her skirt and into the waistband of her knickers. Feeling her warm skin under his hands, he pulled them down smoothly as she arched her back a little, then she lifted her knees so he could take them off her, showing she was completely into it as she knew what he’d do with it.
She was, or rather had been, wearing a sexy little black thong, almost sheer and lacy. It would hardly do what it was meant to do, but he had Avril’s panties in his hands, and that was more the important factor right now. Bundling them up in his hands, he reached round in front of her, where Avril shocked and aroused him by flicking her hair back out the way and opening her mouth, letting him push them in before biting down on the naughty lingerie. He took a deep breath and steadied his hands before picking up the gun once more, blotting her with paper before continuing his work, hearing her grunt and growl a little.
“They’re some very sexy panties by the way,” he said, knowing she probably wouldn’t reply. She gave a mumble that seemed something like a thank you, but didn’t take them out of her mouth, just biting and tasting herself slightly on them as he inked her. It took a good while longer to complete her tattoo, making sure he did it perfect despite his mind trying to overwhelm him with sexy thoughts of Avril, or the urge to just take her where she knelt right now. The thing that wasn’t on his mind now was his ex and her shit, that was for sure. Completing his work, he wiped her down and admired his handiwork, having left his mark on the Canadian cutie.
“There, one tramp stamp,” he said with a smile, eyeing Avril on his chair, and just wishing her skirt would ride up so he could see what lie beneath. Reaching up, Avril pulled her panties out of her mouth, just holding onto the damp underwear as she pushed up to lean on the back of the chair, looking back over her shoulder to try and see it.
"How does it look? Does it suit me?" she asked, craning to see it. He picked up a mirror for her this time, holding it back to she could see her newest tattoo.
"Oh wow, that's great, you've done a fantastic job there," she said, very happy with how nice a job he'd done, her tattoo looking exactly as she'd hoped it would.
"Yeah I think that looks really good on you there, and it suits you," he said, enjoying the view of her sexy body in just her bra and short skirt, enjoying ogling her smooth thighs.
"It doesn't make me a tramp though," she pointed out, leaning up from the chair and looking back at him past her long hair.
"But as you say, you do like what it suggests," he ventured, giving a wry smile as he put the mirror down.
"You don't know that for sure, only what I've told you. I think you're just letting your imagination run away with you," she said teasingly with a smirk, arching her back and rocking her hips ever so slightly.
"You wouldn't get this done if you didn't want guys to look at it, you know full well what you're inviting," he said, standing a little closer to her now, his cock hardening fully at the thought of doing her from behind, or even anally. Avril looked round at him again, eyeing him up before reaching back towards him with her hand, giving a little wave of her fingers to bring him closer to her, his heart pounding in his chest now as he stepped into the unknown, closer behind the Canadian star. As soon as he was close enough, she pushed her fingers into his pocket, yanking him right up behind her, where she immediately reached back with her other, panty-filled hand. She shoved her sexy knickers into his pocket, evidently to keep as she pressed them firmly, pushing her hand in to match the other and give her a strong grip on him. She arched her back tightly, pushing her tight bum out as she suddenly yanked him to her, stumbling him slightly to grind against her, hearing him inhale at the surprise move. Avril could easily feel his hard cock pressed into her through his jeans, resting against her booty and back of her naked pussy through her tartan skirt. His hands instinctively went to the sexy curve of her back, unable to resist taking hold of her, feeling the enticing warmth of her smooth body as he slid his hands up her back, carefully avoiding her new tattoo.
"But you don't know for sure, not for real, and how can you ever know?" she teased, rocking her hips now and pressing back, grinding herself onto his hard cock, making both of them feel good and teasing him unashamedly as he instinctively pressed into her, just wishing their clothes weren't in the way as she held him tightly, his cock desperate to be freed. His hands slid onto her waist with a mind of their own, sliding over her smooth pale skin to pull back against her hips, grinding her harder onto him as her Doc Martins hooked round the back of his thighs.
"You can't, you'll just have to think long and hard about it," she growled, giving a slow, hard drive specifically up his cock, able to feel exactly where he was. He gave a slight groan, to which Avril gave a sexy, primal growl as she started to raise then arch her back, rolling her hips to slide her ass and pussy up and down the length of his through his jeans, making her skirt ride up but denying him any chance to see given how tightly he was pressed to her, not that he cared about that right now.
"Anyway, I'd better get going," she said, suddenly changing the tone, letting go of his pockets and leaning up from the seat, spurring what happened next. After all her prick teasing and come-ons, there was no way he was letting her get away with this, especially since she clearly wanted it. With his firm grasp already on her waist, he shoved her roughly down over the chair, making her grab hold of the back to catch herself as she leaned forward on her knees. He grabbed hold of her long hair tightly, giving a sharp pull back that made her give a loud grunt, breathing heavily with excitement as he took charge, his other hand sliding up under her chest to cup her perky breast, giving a hard squeeze that sense a tingle through her body. Avril held tightly to the chair as he pulled her head back, arching her body as he leaned over her, pulling her to one side as he swooped down to firmly bite the side of her neck, making her shudder and give a deep, growling moan of pure pleasure, pushing her bum back into him as he leaned over her, feeling him even harder for her now. Avril fought his grip and turned his bite into a frenzied, gasping kiss of passion, his hand moving from pulling her hair to pushing her head towards him as they frantically kissed, their lust unchained now, his hand groping harder at her chest, skilful fingers sliding into her bra to tease her stiff nipple.
"Oh fuck, fuck," she gasped as they broke apart, his hand suddenly leaving her chest as the other shoved her down harder over the chair, making her cling to the backrest in anticipation, barely able to contain herself as he flicked her skirt up fully at last. She gasped as it landed on her fresh tattoo as he exposed her, his other hand rapidly undoing his jeans as he leaned back slightly to finally get a good look at her tight, juicy pussy and asshole, Avril wiggling slightly for him enticingly as he freed his rock hard erection. With his cock springing up vertically behind her, he swiftly took a firm hold on her hip and pressed himself to her with his other hand, his swollen purple head slipping easily over her pussy. He could feel the slick heat of her abundant wetness as he just took a moment to tease her, sliding his cock up and down over the back of her bulging pussy and tight anus, something she didn't complain about as she wiggled frustratedly at his cock. With one little push he was inside her, Avril pushing back the second she felt him enter her, feeling the squeeze of her muscles as they pushed towards each other, her pussy tight but enveloping his cock with ease from how wet and ready she was for him as she grunted in instant pleasure. He breathed hard through his teeth, shuddering slightly at the fantastic sensation of her dripping pussy sliding down the length of his cock, all the way to the hilt in one smooth stroke. He was just a little over average length but quite thick, and his cock stretched Avril a little more than she expected, stimulating every nerve ending inside her, making her shake with pleasure as he bottomed out, more than long enough for her as well as she felt completely filled by him.
"Fuck that's good," he grunted as her vagina contracted on him at full depth, squeezing tightly on him in a strong, involuntary squeeze, Avril giving another little shudder as she pushed back against him hard, both of them just relishing the moments pause after he'd finally penetrated her. He grabbed hold of her waist firmly, pulling back from her pussy, easily gliding back full length with her wetness so just the ridge of his head slipped out, before burying it into her hard again, making them both grunt again as he bumped into her booty at full depth. As he held her firmly, Avril arched her back and spread her legs a bit more, jamming her knees into the arms of the chair to steady herself for the pounding he was about to give her, holding herself low and tight to the chair as he started to fuck her, wasting no more time as he began pumping on her pussy, pulling back against her hips as he worked his cock in and out of her in long, smooth strokes, his hips pushing powerfully against her toned bum. Avril murmured in the simple pleasure of him sliding briskly in and out of her, with it feeling particularly good today as she relaxed to the pleasure of being screwed, especially since it'd been a while and she'd been missing a nice hard cock inside her. She treated him to squeezes of her pussy as he thrust into her, making him groan as he squeezed into her tightened tunnel, already loving how she felt and knowing this wouldn't take too long.
They didn't speak, the only sounds their gasping breaths and his hips against her ass as he went balls deep with every thrust. He was fucking her harder now, pumping her shorter and faster, chasing the pleasure as his thick cock slid in and out of her, especially his sensitive head as it was caught by expertly timed squeezes of her muscles, Avril pushing back against him to enjoy the pleasure as he got full depth, teasing at her cervix as he filled her up. He squeezed her waist tighter and pulled her back a little harder as he started to fuck her hard, properly hard now, combining the motion of thrusting into her with yanking her back onto him, Avril rocking on her knees on the chair, her perky breasts bouncing in their sexy black bra as he slammed into her ass, making her grunt and groan as he picked up the pace, drilling hard into the slender musician's fantastic pussy. He gave a sudden burst of pace, really slamming into her, which made her tense up and bite the back of the chair as he did.
"Ohh god fuck me," she gasped as she relaxed again with him slowing down, loving how he was pounding on her. He gave her another burst of speed, again overwhelming her momentarily and making her push back hard against him to inspire him to continue. It was taking him close now, her enthusiasm and tight, juicy pussy more than enough to encourage him to climax, especially given how she'd teased. Squeezing her tightly, he jammed her back on his cock as he thrust as hard and fast as he could, jack hammering her pussy so hard the chair was shaking and creaking as if it might give way underneath them, Avril braced hard into it as she moaned deeply in pleasure, overtaken now and just letting him fuck her as hard as he could. He could feel his balls tightening a bit and knew the familiar sensations, intending to ride Avril hard to his imminent climax, gritting his teeth as he continued to plough, glad of his stamina and fitness.
"Fuck," Avril breathed, releasing her bite on the chair and giving ragged, heavy breaths, exerted by him screwing her so hard, feeling his urgency now and his cock that little bit stiffer.
"Don't come inside me baby," she said breathlessly, knowing he was soon to explode as she ground back in ecstasy. He didn't say anything and continued fucking her hard, harder even as he picked up his pace just a little bit more. Avril knew that behaviour, feeling how hard he was and what he was doing to her, and she knew he was about to empty his balls inside her.
"No don't, don't!" she gasped as he continued to slam into her, squeezing her thighs together and pulling forward from him to try and get him to slip out of her, even though it was feeling amazing as he fucked her harder than she'd been nailed in a very long time. He was set on finishing what he'd started though, and grabbed her long hair, twisting a handful of it up and pulling her back, his other hand at her waist yanking back against her pelvis as he followed her forward on the chair and buried himself back in her full depth. She gave a primal groan as he somehow found even more pace, fucking her very hard, fast and deep, her protests silenced by the wave of sensation as he smashed her, gasping for breaths through her involuntary moans as he held her hair tight. Within a few seconds she felt him go absolutely rock hard and swell bigger inside her, making her pussy squeeze in response as she heard his fast breaths as he held on, the tension rising as he screwed her in a blur, yanking her head right back. With a deep gasping groan of release he came hard inside her, pumping hard and deep through his orgasm, Avril grunting loudly, feeling his thick cock jumping and surging inside her as he ejaculated deep within her, holding her tightly to him as he ground into her. She was impressed by his climax, feeling him shoot several hot, thick bursts into her, making her react instinctively and start squeezing with her pussy, feeling him shudder and push against her hard as she milked all his huge load out of him as deep in her pussy as possible, figuring now that it didn't make much difference and they might as well enjoy it, her own body tingling with near-orgasmic pleasure following his climax, the surge of energy within her having pushed her buttons.
"Fuck...that was one hell of a tattoo," Avril breathed, both of them gasping as he let go of her hair and leaned off her, the Canadian cutie releasing the seat and pushing her hands through her long dirty-blonde hair, wiping the sweat at her forehead.
"Yeah, I definitely don't give that service to just anyone," he breathed, standing up and sliding back, giving a jolt as his sensitive head slipped out of her pussy and she squeezed it tightly on him. The full realisation that he'd just fucked Avril Lavigne hadn't really sunk in yet, and right now he was just enjoying the rush and euphoria of a really good fuck.
"Yeah I should think not. I hope you're not expecting me to pay for it now though," she said with a slightly smile as she looked back over her shoulder through her hair.
"No I think that more than makes up for it," he said, pulling his jeans up and realising that the shop was open, anyone could have walked in looking for ink and caught them fucking in the back room. Avril stiffly pushed back off the seat, standing down with shaky legs and giving a stretch, pulling her little tartan skirt down a bit shyly to cover her ass, though she didn't ask for her panties back. She rearranged her bra and then got her T-shirt, a snug black number with a skull on the front, turning to see him watching her with a smile as she pulled it on.
"Hey, why didn't you want me to come inside you?" he asked, wiping his face with his hand as he glanced down at Avril's sexy legs, unable to stop himself thinking about how she was commando under such a little, loose skirt.
"Well I don't really know you, and I'm not on the pill," she said, giving him a bit of a look before she turned to find her hoodie from his counter. His heart surged and pounded hard in his chest suddenly, realising he'd just come in an unprotected Avril, feeling an immediate rush of terror, which quickly turned to odd excitement at the thought that he could've got Avril Lavigne pregnant.
"Well fuck, sorry, I didn't realise," he said, knowing that excuse didn't really hold up given how she'd tried to push him off and told him no.
"Well you did, but don't worry about it, I'm sure you're fine and it's done now," she said dismissively. If she was worried about it, she sure wasn't showing it, probably figuring she'd just deal with it later as she pulled her hoodie on.
"Wait careful, let me get you a bandage for that," he said, referring for her new tattoo, not wanting her to damage it.
"It's a bit late for careful," Avril said with a smile, referencing the energetic fuck session and the fact he'd unloaded in her unprotected pussy. He just smiled and found her a bandage, kneeling down behind her as she lifted her tops up, carefully putting it over her stylish new ink. He was very pleased with it, and not just because it was on Avril Lavigne, who he'd just got to fuck. It really did look good, and definitely suited her as he now knew first hand.
"There, all good," he said, standing up. She pulled her tops down carefully over it, then turned to him, unable to stop herself smiling before leaning up to kiss him. It was a nice, gentle kiss, her tongue seeking his for a moment, before it became a little more passionate and broke, letting her back down from her tiptoes.
"Well, thanks for the tattoo, it's excellent," she said, making small talk, seeming a tad shy and not quite ready to leave.
"It's what I do, I'm glad you're pleased with it," he said, feeling slightly awkward now, wishing he could ask her to stay but knowing that he might come across as silly or pushing his luck. There was a pause as they looked at each other, him admiring her beauty, her his rugged good looks and pondering a moment just how fantastically he'd fucked her. Her pussy was still tingling.
"Come back to my hotel," she blurted out, immediately blushing slightly and looking away. She was confident and strong, but it just seemed like right now she was begging him to come back and fuck her more, that she needed it, and she was worried how it made her look to do it, but she couldn't resist. She wanted more of what she'd just had. He was a little taken aback, pleasantly shocked at the demand, knowing exactly what it was they'd be getting up to.
"Seriously?" he said, having to check her resolve to be sure.
"Yeah, spend the night with me," she said, overcoming her shyness and making it clear what she wanted with an authoritative tone now, far more the Avril people expected. He wasn't going to say no, but saying yes somehow wasn't the first thing that came to mind.
"You're not going to make me wear a condom are you?" he said, immediately wondering why the fuck he just said that, when all he had to do was tell her yes. There was no way he was turning down such an offer even if she asked him to wear five.
"No," Avril said with a giggle, "there's not much point now."
"Let me just lock up," he said, packing things away as she stepped out into the front of the shop, excited that he could give her more stiff fucking like she'd just received. He came out to the front, turning off the lights and grabbing his money from the till, not as much as he'd hoped for, as Avril glanced at his designs more. He pulled on his jacket, shoving the money in a pocket and checking he had his cigarettes, quickly feeling his phone and her still-warm panties in his jeans.
"Wait, was this unlocked the whole time?" Avril said, pointing to the front door of the shop as he grabbed his keys and ushered her towards it.
"Well, yeah," he said, given there was no way he'd been about to leave a horny Avril hanging on while he locked the door.
"Damn," she said with a smile, feeling naughty as she stepped outside, a few more people passing by now, inebriated and having fun, a couple glancing at her but not recognising her as he locked up the shop. Putting his keys away and checking the door, he turned to Avril, who'd pulled her hood up against the chilly breeze, reaching out to take his hand, starting to walk.
"We're not getting a cab?" he asked, surprised that Avril would walk.
"No, it's only a few minutes from here, and I've got you to look after me," she said, hearing her smile even though he couldn't see it. He gave her hand a slight squeeze as they started walking, enjoying the cool night air as she walked in close to him, feeling the fresh air on her bare legs and up under her short skirt, now exposed given her panties were balled up in his pocket. Nobody recognised her or even paid them much attention at all as they left the main street of nightlife behind, heading off on another main road towards a large hotel, its huge illuminated glass structure visible for miles.
It didn’t feel like they needed to talk, a bond already having developed between them so they could comfortably enjoy silence without ruining it with mindless chatter. Avril was concerned her little skirt would blow up in the breeze, her hand continually finding it to pull it down. As she walked along, she felt his come start to leak from her pussy, his abundant load and her juices starting to cause problems, and without any knickers on to soak it up it started to run down the inside of her leg. Squeezing her pussy, she quickened their pace a little to get to the hotel, making him think she was eager to get him back for more sex, which she was, but it was making her walk funny.
”You OK?” he asked, noticing and wondering quite what was wrong.
“Yeah, just maybe we should’ve got a cab,” she said, walking normally again.
“The hotel’s right here, as you said, a few minutes,” he offered, unsure what the problem was.
“Yeah but…that massive load you shot in me is leaking a bit now,” she said with a giggle.
“Oh right,” he said, a bit taken aback but seeing her humour in it, “sorry about that.”
“No you’re not, be honest, else you would’ve pulled out. But don’t worry, it felt great, and you’re right, we’re almost there,” she said, looking to him with a smile as they walked. The hotel was only another couple of minutes down the road, which they reached and entered with no fanfare, evidently all her psycho, stalker fans taking the night off. Heading through the reception area, they were unnoticed and continued to the lifts, taking it up to her luxurious suite near the top of the building. Avril pressed the button for her floor, then immediately turned and drew him down into a deep kiss, her tongue sliding into his mouth to seek and caress his.
His arm slid round the middle of her back, pulling her up towards him onto her tiptoes, returning her kiss just right, taking in the softness of her lips and the way she expertly manoeuvred her tongue onto and around his. His other hand slid down her side and onto her bum, giving a squeeze through her little skirt before quickly slipping down and then back up underneath it onto her bare ass, making her murmur as he gave a good, firm grope of her tight body. Avril moved to kiss down his neck as she held him close to her, making him shiver as she lifted her leg to allow him better access to her booty, pulling her thigh up his hip and inviting him to explore. He took advantage, squeezing her firmly again and then sliding his fingers further, avoiding her slippery pussy and stroking teasingly over her asshole, making her moan throatily with a tremble and bite his neck. Their excitement was palpable, both of them extremely turned on, Avril grinding herself against him, feeling him already hard again through his trousers as his fingers just temptingly probed a little more firmly at her ass.
Their moment was rudely interrupted by the slowing of the lift, whereby they pulled apart, Avril smoothing her skirt down to hide herself as she dropped onto her feet, and then quickly turning and standing in front of him to hide his erection as she realised someone else was getting in and this wasn't their floor. They couldn't hide their flustered appearance though, Avril's flushed neck and cheeks, and his general intense, slightly perspired look telling tales to anyone who looked at them. It was a woman who got into the lift wearing a black business suit and glasses, probably in her late twenties; she completely noticed the rapid way in which Avril had scrambled in front of her man as the lift doors opened to expose them, clearly having been up to something naughty. She just gave them a knowing smile as she stepped in and turned away from them, silently saluting their public playfulness, and thinking there was something familiar about the girl.
Tucked back into the corner of the lift, they rode quietly up, both of them working to control their breathing. He slid his hands over her shoulders, where she leaned back into him and let his hands slide round in front of her, in an affectionate position over her upper body. Glancing at the woman with them, who hadn't looked round, Avril slowly slid her hand behind her back, spreading it and pressing it to the front of his jeans, finding his stiff manhood. He held back any sounds, brought on by surprise, his heart accelerating at her bold, exhibitionist move as her hand narrowed to focus on the length of his shaft, squeezing and then stroking along him with her fingers, making him push towards her a little at the ticklish pleasure. Avril held firm and just kept going, stimulating him just above her ass as she leaned back into him to hold him in place and not give the game away.
They hadn't realised, but inside the lift had long, thin mirrors, just for decorative and lighting purposes, and angles were at play. They couldn't see the other woman in them, and she wasn't looking at them over her shoulder using one. What they missed though was that she was able to look into a mirror out of the corner of her eyes which gave a perfect view past Avril. She knew they'd been up to something mischievious, and now she could see Avril's hand skilfully stroking and teasing at a significant bulge in the front of his jeans, just working slowly at him as she drove him wild. To catch them in the act was exciting, it turned her on as she watched the familiar brunette so blatantly teasing her man; she was sure he'd be ready to explode by now, and probably take her like an animal once they were in the privacy of their room. The lift slowed again, this time their floor, and Avril let her hand drop, leaning forward away from him as he let her go. She felt herself a little wet at the show she'd briefly seen, and couldn't help glancing back to them with a sly smile and a wink before she stepped out and walked down the corridor.
"I think she knew," Avril said, looking back up to him with a playful giggle as she took his hand, leading him out of the lift, casting a glance to see the woman walking away, not looking back.
"You're bad, Avril," he said with a smile, walking a little uncomfortably due to his hardon.
"I know, and you're loving it," she grinned, leading him faster than he really wanted to go down an adjacent corridor towards her large suite, retrieving her key card from a pocket with her other hand.
Easily opening the door, she pulled him into her huge hotel room, making him pause just to take it in. It had a long row of windows offering a good view of the city at night, an open-plan sort of layout and an opulent super king-size bed, a glass table and a few of her things lying around. Through a door he could see an adjoining bathroom, which looked equally impressive, and marvelled it was likely the best hotel room he’d ever stay in.
“Fuck,” was all he said, looking around it, slipping his jacket off and turning back to her as she locked the door, looking deeply into his eyes.
”I intend to,” she said, almost launching herself at him, very horny again now after their elevator tease, entwining in another passionate kiss, more hungry this time, gasping for breath as they pulled at one another’s clothes as she pushed him back towards the bed. He was quickly stripped of his shirt by Avril, kicking off his boots as they stumbled backwards, his hands roughly pulling her hoodie and shirt off in one, and a skilful hand immediately making her bra follow, finally revealing her perky breasts properly. He didn’t have much time to take them in, but they were a lovely size and very perky with nice stiff little nipples, which he’d get to later.
Topic: Avril Lavigne - Black Star - Part 1 (Read 15914 times)