Black Star Ch. 02: After Dark

"Right that's it, give me that towel," she said, turning back suddenly and reaching for it. He continued to snap photos as she lunged for the towel he held out, capturing the moment perfectly as she declared her impromptu photo call over and got the towel off him, looking at him in a pouting, frosty manner as she pulled it around her and wrapped up, looking to the camera with a blown kiss once she was into it. It seemed the perfect snap to end the shoot, and he locked his phone with a smile, reaching out for her hand. She took it and let him lead her across to the bedroom, walking a little tenderly since she was so thoroughly exhausted. Pulling her into the bedroom, he gave her a kiss, embracing her lovingly as she nuzzled close to him, before she peeled her towel away. Turning it to the dry side, she quickly finished drying herself off, careful not to snag it on her new piercing, and handed it to him with a smile.

He just rolled his eyes and smiled as she leaned over to pull the covers back on the bed, arching her back and sliding in as he watched, playfully smiling at him as he put the towel over the radiator. She snuggled down into the inviting bed as he quickly dried himself, flicking the lights off before he then moved to join her, the Canadian star slipping over to the other side and letting him into the bed and her arms, which she slid warmly round him to pull him close. Settling in, they paused for a few tender, sensual kisses, before she rested her head down onto the pillows with a sated, peaceful sigh, closing her eyes and relaxing. He did the same, tiredness overtaking him, resting into the comfort of his bed with the gorgeous singer, fleetingly pondering the evenings events, Beth, and that he now had Avril Lavigne in his bed, entirely fucked out at that. The slight ache in his cock was testament to what he'd done to her tonight, and it made him smile slightly as he pulled her closer. They lay together dozing lightly in the darkness, the sound of her soft breaths a warming addition to his usually empty bed.

"Night baby," she breathed, "you fucked me real good tonight."

"I know," he said with a smile, feeling her playfully poke him before he gathered her close in his arms and gave her a long, soft kiss, their tongues massaging and stroking as her arms slid round his body for an intimate cuddle, before they broke apart and Avril turned over in his arms, pushing herself back into his strong arms to be held. He snuggled her close, giving a kiss to her neck before relaxing into the pillows feeling her do the same. He stayed awake long enough to hear her breathing slow and deepen, signifying she'd fallen asleep, and gave a satisfied sigh. Having her warm body close to him, snuggled up in bed after the kinky, sexually exhausting evening they'd had was just the perfect end to his long day, and he soon drifted off to sleep behind the cute Canadian.

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He awoke slowly to the sunny morning, the light bathing a patch of his floor and side of the bed as it broke in through the windows, over the bump of Avril's slender leg under the covers. She was still asleep, sprawled on her front beside him, arm dangling over the side of the bed and head buried half way under the pillows, completely gone still. He smiled as he realised it wasn't a dream, he really did have Avril Lavigne in his bed, his own this time and not her plush hotel suite. Carefully he slid away from her and out of bed, pulling on a pair light trousers and heading for the kitchen quietly to get the kettle on, with a distinct nagging for a cigarette. Getting the kettle filled, he decided he'd have one as it boiled, and set it going before going back to the hall and his jacket.

Rifling through the pockets, he was grumpy when he couldn't find them, before his sleepy memory reminded him Avril had put them away in her jacket after taking them the night before. Quickly checking her leather biker jacket, he found them, and her new toys as well. He paused, then decided to take a quick moment to wash them ready for her, since he had no idea what the new day might bring with the kinky Canadian. Returning them to her pocket, he also took back his lighter from her jacket and walked through to his front room, opening the French doors and stepping onto the chilly morning balcony, shivering a little at the cold.

The fresh air only helped to wake him up though, and he put a cigarette in his mouth, shielding the lighter to ignite it, followed by a deep, satisfied sigh of his first Marlborough of the day. He knew he should quit, hell everybody knew that, but he just didn't want to just yet, so he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. The cool air blew the some around him as he breathed out, feeling immediately better and pondering what to do as he looked out at his limited view of the surrounding buildings and road. He managed one more drag on the cigarette when the door opened, making him turn to see Avril step carefully out onto the balcony with him, wrapped in his thin robe, the grey cotton pulled around her body against the morning.

"So this is where you've got to," she smiled, looking as gorgeous now she'd just woken up as when he'd laid eyes on her the previous night.

"Hey, I thought you were asleep," he said, pulling her to him for a kiss, where she waited for him to blow back into her mouth, most of it lost to the breeze however.

"I was, just woke up to find you gone, must've disturbed me," she said, pulling an arm around him as he smoked.

"Didn't intend to, wanted to let you sleep," he said, as she reached up to take his cigarette, taking it between her soft lips for a slow pull at its smoky charms, letting it sexily flow from her mouth and up over her nose, re-inhaling some of it skilfully.

"You know you can just have one," he said as she passed the cigarette back to him.

"No, I haven't got a habit, or much of a craving right now," she said, giving a foxy glance up to him as she alluded to her post-sex nicotine needs.

"Am sure we can do something about that," he said nonchalantly, looking away into the distance as he smoked on his cigarette, Avril just sliding to stand in front of him, leaning back against him as his arm slid over her shoulder, where she held his hand with both of hers, feeling like it was where she should be. She wondered if she was falling for him, then put the thought from her mind. Taking the final drag of it, he stubbed the butt out and dropped it into a flowerpot he kept for such a reason, where they could cool before he binned them. Being a smoker didn't mean he had to be messy.

As they turned, he was treated to the view of Avril's nipples showing hard through the gown, which she had pulled tightly around her body, her arms over her tummy, offering him a perfect view of her perky breasts and diamond hard points as she turned to step in. She didn't acknowledge it as he stepped in behind her, feeling invigorated by the fresh air and his cigarette, each complimenting the other nicely. Walking to the kitchen, Avril followed, sloping along behind him lazily.

"Tea or coffee?" he said, glancing back to her as she gave a yawn.

"Coffee," she mumbled sleepily, "with a sugar."

"Sure," he said with a smile, heading to the kitchen and flicking the kettle again to make sure it was full heat. It boiled in seconds, barely giving him the time to prepare the cups.

"Sorry it's not fresh ground and straight out of the rainforest or anything," he said as he stirred up the instant coffee.

"Don't worry, it's not like many people can actually tell the difference anyway," she said with a smile, leaning on the kitchen doorframe. He just smiled in return and finished the coffee, adding a bit of milk and then handed her the mug, gripping the hot body of it to give her the handle.

"Thanks handsome," she purred, taking it and having a sip, which was clearly a bit hot as she winced. Putting the milk away, he took a careful sip of his.

"No problem, so what would you like for breakfast?" he asked, leaning on the counter. A naughty smile spread across her face and she playfully let the robe slip open a little to show off a strip of skin down her middle, almost to her smooth pussy.

"Well, actually I'd be fine with some toast," she said in a silky, sexual tone, completely turning it on to ask for the most mundane of breakfasts. He couldn't help but laugh and lean to her for a kiss as she giggled.

"I can manage that, go back to bed and I'll bring it. Butter or jam?" he asked as she started walking back down the hall.

"Jam would be nice," she replied, not looking back as she disappeared into the bedroom. He found some bread and set it in the toaster, and found a plate and the jam, putting them onto a tray with the knife. He had no idea how much jam she liked, or what kind, but he only had strawberry jam so she'd have to have that. In the time the toaster took, he was able to quickly pour and devour a bowl of cereal to quiet his stomach, finishing the last quick mouthful just after the toast popped up. Dropping it onto the plate, he dusted his hands off and headed for the bedroom with the tray and his coffee, finding Avril snuggled back into bed sleepily, her coffee cooling on the side unit.

"Mm thanks," she murmured, pulling herself up in bed, the covers sliding down to reveal her perky chest as she did, giving him a good chance to ogle her as she took the tray onto her lap, watching him as he stripped off his trousers and got back into bed. Taking a quick sip of her coffee, she started layering jam thickly on the toast, taking a crunchy bite and leaning back into the pillows. He just drank his coffee as she enjoyed the breakfast, finishing her coffee with a satisfied murmur and putting the tray aside. He quickly popped to the bathroom to freshen up a bit, as everyone did in the morning, and then returned to bed, upon which the sexy Canadian slid out and padded to the bathroom to do the same, giving him a first proper look at her naked that day as she casually strutted by.

While she was quickly cleaning off the previous nights make-up and doing a couple of other things, she paused to check out her clit hood piercing, carefully inspecting it, feeling a bit more sore this morning. She wasn't sure if that was just how it was or due to letting herself get fucked repeatedly immediately after getting it pierced, but she knew she'd have to be careful with it to let it heal up. Heading back to the bedroom, she just smiled as he watched her, heading to his side of the bed this time though and sliding under the sheets right on top of him, making it quite clear what she wanted as she slid smoothly over him, giving a devilish grin as she felt his morning erection slide up between her legs. 

"Mm good morning," she murmured as she pressed her lips to his for a kiss, softly slipping her tongue into his mouth as she carefully ground her impeccably shaven pussy onto him, rocking her hips so he felt her soft labia split around his shaft, slipping up and down it as she teased him.

"Good morning indeed," he whispered as he kissed at her neck, feeling her wetness up and down his length, the heat of her waiting vagina evident.

"Does he need a bit of pussy already?" she teased, lifting up so he sprung down against himself, letting her rub her delightfully soft skin over his hard cock, being careful not to snag her titanium ring.

"Yes he does," he said, urging Avril to pull up to allow him into her body.

"I'd have thought he'd be far too tired after last night," she said, leaning down to return the favour of kissing his neck now, biting lightly at him which she knew would turn him on even more.

"He's never tired for you," he said, running his fingers through her long hair.

"I bet, but he's not getting a taste of pussy right now," Avril said, looking him in the eyes with a raise of her neatly shaped eyebrows. He gave her a questioning look that asked why not, since she was clearly ready for it.

"Nope, but you are," she said, reaching out to touch a finger to his lips with a grin. She went to lift up, but his hand found her hips and pressed her juicy pussy down onto his cock, feeling her instinctively grind a little.

"Only if..." he said, touching her lips with a finger, not needing to say the rest. Avril looked into his eyes, then pushed down and sucked the finger into her mouth hard, rubbing it with her tongue and pulling right down to his hand, never moving her gaze before slowly slipping off again with a grin.

"I always do," she replied. He just smiled, then released her as she lifted off him, pulling her knee back over and turning round, pushing the covers down and taking a look at his long, thick cock, so hard it was standing up from his body, glistening a little with her juices and so ready to fill her pussy. Shuffling on the bed, she slid back to him and then carefully lifted her leg over his head, offering him a fantastic view of her from behind, both her holes waiting for his tongue, her ring hanging down a little from her delicate folds. His hands found her waist and then her firm breasts as they hung pertly beneath her while she settled in, giving a push of his hips as her dainty hand took a grip round the base of his cock. He pulled his arms up round her hips to let his hands spread her ass, then leaned up to take a long lick from her clit to her ass, his tongue carefully caressing her soft lips and new jewellery as he did, feeling her asshole squeeze as he moved over it.

"Yeah that's it," she breathed, shivering a little in immediate pleasure at his tongue, tingling as he did it again, just holding his throbbing cock. He reached down to push her head down, which kick started her again and she lowered her head to let her hot mouth slip over his cock, making him sigh heavily at the wet, suckling sensation as she just started to gently work his head, sucking at it a moment before starting to tongue him, circling and swirling around the tip as he started to softly lap at her clit. He felt the ring shifting under his tongue, turning and moving through the soft crease of her hood, able to sense her slight discomfort as it mixed with the pleasure of the smooth titanium ball moving over and around her clit. Using the tip of his tongue, he pushed up underneath a little to get direct access, working just right on her most sensitive area, feeling her immediately tense and shudder at the intense feelings.

He felt it in the form of her mouth turning into a vacuum for a moment, sucking so hard on him it made his toes curl, before she relaxed again, taking about half his cock now in slow, sensual bobs of her head, her soft lips wrapped tightly round him as her tongue pushed and curled at the underside, her hand squeezing and jerking slightly at the base of him. She tilted her head to let him softly work into her cheek as she licked at the side of his cock, a reward for when she felt him slowly push his tongue inside her pussy, delving deep into her pink tunnel and circling around her velvet walls. Their little gasps and groans were all that broke the silence besides the sounds of their sucking and licking, any particular noises they made blocked by the other person.

Withdrawing from her pussy, his tongue moved to her ass, firmly pressing at it as he licked over it, then more gently circling and probing at it as she continued to suck lovingly at his cock. He wasn't going to eat her ass so early in the morning, this was more loving, and she responded well to his careful, attentive licks at her tightest hole, paying him back by taking him a little bit deeper and sucking harder, loving how his impressive erection swelled and stiffened a bit in her mouth, able to feel his need. However, as much as she'd be happy to let him come thickly in her mouth, and wished to do the same on his talented tongue, she wanted to give him more than that. Sliding her mouth of his cock, letting her lips pout off the head in the process, she jerked him off for a moment and then let him go, then pulled away from him on her knees.

"That's enough now baby, let's go back to my hotel room," she said, kneeling up over him. He tried to pull her back, enjoying their sixty-nine.

"But I've already got you in bed here, why do we need to go back to your hotel," he said, his hand stroking over her toned ass.

"I need to go back for new clothes, and I've got something for you there," she said, smiling back to him as she lifted off him.

"You've got something for me right here," he said, leaning up to kiss her and pull her down on top of him as she giggled.

"Maybe, but you're not getting it here. Only way you can get it is at my hotel," she teased, giving him another kiss and then rolling off him, hopping off the bed and walking naked into his hall to look for her clothes. She picked up her wrinkled skirt from the floor, lines across it where she'd rolled it up, and her corset top, throwing her balconette bra over her arm. Stooping down she managed to get hold of her fishnet stockings, boots and leather jacket, struggling back into the bedroom and dropping it down over the bed as he slid out of it, his cock still fairly stiff. 

"Women and their clothes," he mused, pulling on a pair of boxers, having the luxury of a new outfit given they were at his place.

"Yeah well I haven't much choice right now," she said, slipping into the bra and fastening it to support her lovely rack, "and I've got no knickers."

"You can have them back?" he said, remembering her sexy, sheer black side-tied panties were still bundled up in the pocket of his jeans in the hall.

"No, they're yours to...enjoy," she replied with a smile, simply stepping into the skirt and pulling it up to her hips, doing it up and trying to smooth it out as he watched, loving how her see-through bra looked. She left the stockings and put her boots on, tying them up deftly before slipping back into her sexy corset top. She wasn't too fussy about looking perfect, after all she had the classic look of someone slinking home the morning after a night out, or one night stand. She smoothed her hair down as best she could and then pulled her jacket on. Quickly finding her mobile phone, she checked through her messages, but evidently none of them was too important as she soon put it away again, checking her pockets and putting her hand onto the toys. Pulling the butt plug out, she glanced at it with a smile and then to him sexily under her eyebrows.

"I almost forgot about these," she said, putting it back in her pocket, "don't forget to bring the remote."

"I won't," he said, smirking as he pulled on a shirt and then went to find some shoes. He quickly went into the pocket of his jeans to locate the remote in question, putting it in his pocket as he went to find his cigarettes where he'd dropped them on the kitchen counter on his way back in. He also found his old lighter, which she'd kept, and took that with him. He went back to the bedroom to find Avril ready in her jacket, and got his last bits together, quickly throwing his clothes from the hallway to his room before they headed for the door, picking up his phone on the way. He could tidy up later, right now there were far more important things to do, namely Avril.

"We gonna walk or get a taxi?" he asked, picking up the keys from the floor near the frame, where Avril had dropped them as he'd taken her by surprise the night before. 

"We'll walk, it's not too far really," she said as he locked his place up, feeling a little disappointed to leave it. She'd enjoyed his place, it'd felt intimate and like she was his girl.

"I thought it was a fair way away?" he asked, looking to her with a raise of his eyebrow as she took his hand and headed down the stairs.

"Maybe I just wanted to have you at your place," she said, smiling to herself as she led the way, down and out of the building into the bright morning. He didn't question it any more, he was happy to have Avril anywhere she fancied, and they just walked casually holding hands in the fresh air as she led the way to her hotel. She could feel the slight breeze right up her skirt again, making her very aware she was going commando as they walked, a few people glancing their way. She wondered what they were thinking; some probably internally branded her a tramp, especially a couple of the girls she saw. Her hotel was a good walk, and he was pleased last night that they'd gone to his instead, especially given what had ensued.