Little Black Tank Top

Mike leaned down, slowly running a hand up her body, just reveling in how soft her skin was. Claiming her lips, he wanted to make this last as long as he possibly could. He let his lips trail down her chin, her neck and to the valley between her breast, licking her salty skin. Moving to the right, he bit down on a nipple, but not too rough. He licked over it, suckled, nibbled. All the while looking up at her through his eyebrows as she tipped her head backward. Smirking, he did the same thing to the other nipple and breast, tweaking slightly, rolling the lonely one between his thumb and forefinger.

A moan that came from the depths of her throat got him hotter. His hips seemed to sway as if he were dancing as he positioned his throbbing cock's tip at her entrance. When she felt the initial tap of it she looked up at him with unsure eyes. Knitting his brow, he leaned in a bit to kiss her lips before whispering, "You okay?"

She bit her lip and whispered back, "I'm a virgin." When he narrowed his eyes in thought, she frowned. "I know, right? Twenty-two and I've never gone all the way."

"Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head. "No. I can't think of a better person to spend my first time with..." She leaned upward to claim his lips and he practically melted around her.

"No pressure, though," he laughed, biting down on her bottom lip.

"J-just..." Their eyes met. "Just be gentle..." He nodded. "At first," she added.

Flashing her a knowing smile, he covered his mouth over hers as he pushed his shaft into her untarnished core. Applying the needed pressure as gently as possible, he felt the tear as he 'popped her cherry' as the saying goes. Not to mention, hearing Beth whimper against his lips. But he pushed onward. If he stopped there, she'd never get used to it and would just be sore. Mike continued to push further in and then slowly pull out halfway before returning back in.

As the minutes passed, he built up the rhythm and the speed when he felt she was getting used to it and, in fact, enjoying it. He knew for sure she was used to the pressure of a man's cock sliding in and out of her when she began to moan and pant. Gripping the back of her knees, he wrapped her legs around his waist, then wrapped his arms around her upper body, grinning as he felt her pert nipples rubbing against his chest as their bodies rocked together.

Gliding up and down, Mike arched forward, driving deeper and deeper into her, grunting as he felt her inner muscles begin to tighten around him, clenching him like a vice. Beth began to dig her fingernails into his back, raking them up to his shoulders as their tongues slid past each other's lips and dueled in a sort of dance. Mike thrusted down, Beth thrusted up...both meeting each other in a satisfying union.

Getting close to his climax, Mike praised whatever deity when Beth began to shudder as her inner muscles fluttered around him with her orgasm. She cried out and tightened her legs around him, pressing him deeper into him. The first sensation of her cumming was all he needed to let go and release within her. Collapsing down on top of her body in a shudder of his own, Mike buried his face in the concave of her neck, panting in order to catch his breath.

For what seemed like forever, they laid like that together; wrapped together in a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs. And at someone point, Mike stirred, realizing he'd fallen asleep, still inside of her. He lifted his head and smiled when he saw her lying there, gently snoring.

Glancing at the clock, he let his eyes adjust to the red number which eventually came into focus, reading the time as being half past five in the morning. He had four and a half hours before him and the guys had to leave on the bus for Albany. He grumbled to himself as quietly as possible. He wanted to stay here for at least another day, to just ravish Beth some more. He gradually began to think of her as more as just a random fuck or one night stand.

And it stirred him awake in more than one way.

Growing hard again, he cursed under his breath, knowing Beth would awaken from her sleep. And, sure enough, she did. Her eyelids fluttered open the reveal her hazel eyes whose eyeliner and mascara was now slightly smeared. She smiled lazily at him and he smiled back, placing his lips softly against her jawline.

"Sorry for the wake up call," he joked.

"Mmm, it's okay. Can't think of a better way to be woken up after only, what--two hours of sleep?" She grinned.

Moving slowly, she maneuver underneath him so that he was no longer within her. She rolled to her side and pushed him down onto his back and climbed up on top of him, in the cowgirl position.

"Whoa, there," he snickered, his hands immediately going to her inner thighs.

"Now that you made me a woman and all," she began with a laugh. "I do believe the old adage is 'practice makes perfect.'"

"In this sense, yes it does."

She pressed her delicate hands on his chest, raking her fingers through his chest hairs, leaning forward to nip at his nipples and then tonguing her way up to the base of his neck. Cupping her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers, licking his tongue along the length of her upper lip and then kissing her before she sat back up.

Beth lifted her hips and brushed herself against his hardening erection. Grinding her hips down, she straddled his hips and grabbed the base of his cock, pumping him ever so softly and eliciting a feral groan from his throat. His hands went to the curve of her hips when he couldn't take it no longer. In a swift gesture, he impaled her down onto his stiff shaft and thrust upward. Both groaned so loudly it was a surprise that Billie Joe, who's room was next door, didn't pound on the wall to tell him to shut the fuck up.

She threw her head back as she began to pick up a pace that made Mike feel like she was riding him like Lady Godiva. But at a gallop. He bent his knees so that she could rest her hands on top of them and grip as she rocked up and down on him. Their mutual groans, moans, pants, cries...all resonated throughout the room just as some song called 'Nikki Don't Stop' filtered in from Mike's laptop he'd left on.

After a while, they climaxed and Beth collapsed on top of him this time. Taking a short break to catch their breath, they found themselves going at it again, rolling around on the bed, getting tangled up in the bed sheets.

However, against their will, they fell asleep from exhaustion, only to wake up two and a half hours later to the room phone ringing. Mike sat up with sleep in his eyes and reached blindly for the fucking contraption. Picking up the receiver, he pressed it to his ear and muttered groggily into it.

"What?"

"This is your 8 AM wake up call, Mr. Dirnt."

"Wha--oh. Okay, thanks." Hanging up the phone. He rolled over onto his side to find Beth smiling back at him. He couldn't help but smile through his sleepiness. "Mornin' beautiful."

"Mornin'," she replied as he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Both rested their heads down on the same pillow, facing each other. "Gotta go?"

"Yeah," he replied with regret in his voice. "In an hour." When she nodded in understanding, he brushed her hair out of her face, cupped her face and kissed her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why did you give me head like an expert if you were still a virgin?" he inquired with a smirk.

"One: just because I was a virgin, doesn't mean I didn't know how to do other things. Two..." she trailed off shyly. "It's what you wanted, right?"

"Well, sure I wanted it, but that's not to say you had to--" he started to reply when she pressed her finger to his lips to shush him.

"Three: I wanted to. For you."

He looked at her in amazement. "You are some kind of wonderful, you know that? The first fan I've ever spent the night with and been so enraptured with."

She snickered and bit her bottom lip. The two of them talked for a few more minutes before deciding to save on time by sharing a shower together. Though, showering wasn't the only thing they did in there. After they were dressed - Beth in her clothes from the night before - Mike went around the hotel suite making sure he had all his things packed and in order while Beth was blow drying her hair in the bathroom.

Finally, at 9 AM on the dot, there came a knock at the door. Mike sauntered over and opened it up to find Billie Joe and Tre standing side by side with their belongings and also looking just as tired.

"Guess you didn't get much sleep either," Tre smirked, shifting his weight from one leg to another as he yawned.

Mike shook his head. "Nah. I think I had about two sets of two and a half hours over the course of the night," he responded, just as Beth stepped out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks, seeing Billie Joe and Tre standing in the doorway.

"I see why," Billie Joe responded to Mike's comment about his sleep. He nodded to Beth and noting that the black tank top she wore said 'Adeline Records' in a peach colored, swirly font. "D'you have fun at the concert last night?" he asked with a smirk.

Blushing, Beth nodded. "Y-yeah. It was awesome."

"Uh, guys...this is Beth, uh...this is Beth," Mike said lamely, realizing he didn't know her last name. The guys shook her hand as the quick introductions were made. "Um...why don't you two go on ahead. I'll catch up in a few minutes."

Tre snickered as he and Billie Joe began to walk off down the hall. "We'll give you enough time for a quickie, so hop to!"

Mike slammed the door from embarrassment before they could say anything further. Looking down at Beth, he shook his head with a smile. When she reached her hands into his pockets and pulled out his cellphone, he watched her in curiosity as she pressed different buttons on the device. Handing it back to him she smiled.

"There. I programmed my number into your phone so you can give me a call if you're ever in Long Island...or in New Jersey when I'm visiting my Aunt and Uncle," she said with a hopeful voice.

Mike nodded and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. Closing the gap between them, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her so passionately, so much so they ended up with her back up against the wall, pinned between it and him. After a few moments, he pulled back then gave her another quick peck.

Licking his lips, he picked up his belongings. "How 'bout I call you anyway?"

She grinned from ear to ear, and ran a hand through her hair as she nodded. "Okay...I'll look forward to it."

"Oh, I called downstairs while you were drying your hair. You've got the suite to yourself for the next six hours," he informed. "Get to good rest before you drive back to your aunt and uncle's house, 'kay?"

With a nod, she agreed with appreciative eyes. Giving her another kiss on the lips, Mike said goodbye and exited the hotel room, walking down the hall in a way that made him feel a little happier, and yet also made him feel like he was leaving a part of him behind. And, damn, he loved Atlantic City.

And little black tank tops.

THE END??