Kyrie

Cum On Feel the Noize

" C ome on, let's do Summer Lovin' from Grease."

"I'm more of a Grease 2 fan." At his shocked look, I continue. "Does that make me weird that I think the second movie is better than the original?"

"Actually, the opposite. Mae, one of my foster moms, loved the movie Grease 2 so much that we watched it over and over. I'm pretty sure I could recite the whole movie word for word."

"Challenge accepted." I select the song Cool Rider and drag Crue on stage with me, handing him a microphone.

The music starts, and Crue reaches for my hand. I debate if I should call him out on his bullshit right now or let it play out—because I've never met anyone whose love of Grease 2 rivals my own. Deciding to let this play out, I lace my fingers through his, enjoying the warmth of his touch.

I grew up watching movies on the tour bus, including Grease 2, Dirty Dancing, Sixteen Candles, Adventures in Babysitting, and many other great '80s movies. I wasn't lying when I said I love everything from the '80s.

When he sings each word correctly, I realize he wasn't lying and that he really is a fan of Grease 2. All I can think about is letting him burn me through and through, as the song suggests.

I sing along with him, our harmonies blending perfectly together, almost as if we are one. All the fear and anxiety of performing in front of an audience vanishes, and I enjoy this moment with him.

The song ends, but I continue to stare at Crue. He's funny and kind—everything a girl could want. And right now, I'm the girl who has him—if only for tonight. For tonight, I don't want to think about my famous parents and their famous friends or how Crue came here to talk my dad into letting him use his song. Tonight, I only want Crue to touch me and make love to me.

"What's that look for, Little Songbird?"

Before I change my mind, I blurt out, "It's for you. I want you to make love to me, Crue."

***

I don't think I've ever sprinted back to my room this fast in my life or stripped out of my clothes that fast; it's a testament to how much I want Crue.

"Fuck, , you're so beautiful with my cock in your mouth." His hand wraps tighter around my hair as he guides my mouth over his cock.

I didn't waste any time getting down on my knees for Crue and worshipping his cock. It's so beautiful, how could I not? It's long and thick with a head that makes my mouth water. I've never been a fan of giving a blow job before. It always felt like a chore. But with Crue, it makes me feel powerful.

"That's enough, or I'm going to come down that pretty little throat of yours." He pops me off his cock, and I give him my best pout.

"Fine."

"Such a little brat. Maybe it's time someone taught you a lesson." He picks me up and throws me on the bed, and before I can protest, his head is between my legs.

"Yes, Crue, right there." I moan when his tongue flicks over my clit.

He slides two fingers inside me, finding that special spot as he continues to eat my pussy like a man starving. The combination of his mouth and fingers pushes me over the edge, and I come, milking his fingers with the walls of my pussy.

Working his way up my body with kisses, he finally reaches my lips, "Are you ready for me?"

At my nod, he captures my lips with his, and I taste myself on them, and I moan, loving the flavor as he thrusts his cock inside of me. His hips snap back and forth, and I have to hang onto his shoulders to keep up with his thrusts until suddenly he stills above me.

"Shit."

"What?" I panic wondering what he could be so mad about.

"I completely forgot about a condom. I have one in my room I could grab." he pulls almost all the way out of me, bracing himself on his hands.

Not wanting to spoil the mood, I say, "It's okay; I'm clean, and it's not a good time of the month for me to get pregnant."

He looks at me with a strained expression, continuing to hold himself still above me, "Thank fuck." He thrusts back inside of me, "I'm clean, too." he grunts and begins to pound into me. "Sorry, I promise next time I'll go slower, but right now, your pussy is squeezing my cock tighter than it's ever been squeezed, and I'm not sure how long I can hold on."

Hearing him say how he can't control himself sends me over the edge, and I come on his cock. I feel his body tense as he follows me, his cum shooting deep inside of me. And this time, when he says shit, it has my pussy pulling him in deeper.