I Need You

Part 11 - A Taste of Honey

        The nights were long; the boys played extensive sets with nary a break, but you could feel the excitement, the air electric. I had heard them play before, but this, this was something totally different. On stage, they were a force to be reckoned with. They exuded confidence and oozed sex appeal. Seeing George in his element like that, well, I just HAD to have him. I nursed my cider, trying to stay as sober as possible for as long as I was able, eagerly awaiting the end of their set. I could practically taste him already.
It was already hot and stuffy in the club, exacerbating the pungent stink of stale booze and the fetid piss-soaked walls of the loos. My intense need for George only made it that much more stifling. I couldn't help but ogle him, in his tight leather gear, every movement pulling the material taut against his svelte body. God, was I drooling?! He kept his eyes on me the whole time, licking his bottom lip as I licked mine. His eyebrows arched, knowing damn well what I was thinking. As they finished the set and George added his ending flourish, I squeezed my hands into fists in anticipation. Handing his guitar to Paul, he dashed off the stage and ran to me, holding me tight to his body.
"Come with me, Georgie, I've a surprise for you." I grabbed his hand and pulled him to a dark corner. He leaned in to steal a kiss, but I placed a finger to his lips to stop him.
"Ah ah, ahhh, I have something else in mind.
I've been wanting to do this all night," I whispered. Taking hold of his hand, I licked his thumb before pulling it into my warm mouth. A sigh escaped his lips as I slowly ran my tongue all around and started to gently suck it. He hissed, "cor Kitten, we've never - you don't have to - ahhhh fuck"... I smiled slyly, looking down at the bulge in his trousers.
"Fuck, why am I tryin' to talk you out of it, go on then,"  he said quivering. I slid his thumb out of my mouth, licking it one last time before biting his lower lip.
I sank down to my knees, pinching his zip between my fingers and yanking it down, reaching inside. He trembled at my touch, his eyes shut, eager for his sweet release. I pulled his cock out slowly. It already pulsed in my sweaty hand. I gave it a few tentative kitten licks before I unbuckled his belt and unfastened his button, pulling his trousers down to his knees.
Goosebumps erupted on his skin as the air hit his naked flesh. I spit in my right hand to lubricate it and grasped him at the base. I ran it up and down his shaft firmly but gently, causing his breath to hitch.
"Fuck Lovey, that feels amazing," he grunted. With my left hand I fondled his balls, massaging them with care.
"Oh darling," I purred, "I've only just started." I kept my hand firm at the base, while licking him his entire length up to the tip, inserting my tongue into his weeping slit after pulling back the foreskin. He gasped, and I thought it time to take it up a notch. I lapped at his thick, juicy head with my dripping tongue, working it around on all sides, before taking all 7 inches of him in entirely, till his head hit the back of my throat. The guttural sounds emanating from George were almost otherworldly, spurring me on, despite the tears forming in my eyes at my immediate gagging on his colossal cock.
"Fuck Jeannie..that feels..so fucking good".. I hollowed my cheeks sucking, as I bobbed my head up and down on his throbbing dick; he started to thrust into my mouth in time with me, I looked up at him and smiled. Looking down and watching me suck him so enthusiastically turned him on even more.
"Ahh shit.. shit.. fuck Kitten.. fuck.. so close baby.. so fucking close.. God, baby, I'm, I'm, FUCKKK"..
I felt his balls tighten and braced myself, not knowing what to expect. As his knees buckled, I felt his hot juices run down my throat, and his hand sweetly stroke my face.
"Jesus Lovey, when did you learn to do THA'?! Baby, that was incredible!" I licked the remnants of his love off his length as he withdrew and swiped a bit off my lip with my finger, popping it into my mouth for a final taste. George pulled up his pants and helped me up off the floor, embracing me tightly.
"Come 'ed Love, let's get cleaned up and get some nosh."