A Trade Off

That night, Billie was a little frustrated, and well, needed a release.

“Do you remember how I like it?” he groaned into her ear, sending chills down her spine.
“I-I’m not sure,” she replied, her breathing coming out in deep spurts as his hands traveled over her skin. He mistook her honest answer for intriguing flirting and smirked against her neck.

“Not sure, huh?” he grinned, running his hands underneath her shirt to feel her bare skin. Hot skin that he’d felt so many times before. “How bout’ I remind you,” he purred, “all night,”

Bianca’s heart stopped at this moment. She was about to live out every horny female fans’ dream: To have mind boggling sex with Mr. Billie Joe Armstrong.

She couldn’t help but moan when he took her face into his hands and pressed those lips to hers. He tasted like an interesting fusion of cigarettes, wine, and chocolate. His tongue quickly found its way into her mouth, meshing softly with hers. And as his lips continued to move with hers, she barely even noticed that she way now lying on her back against the soft bed. A gasp left her mouth when his hands resumed play, and began squeezing and rubbing her clothed breasts.

Usually, this was her threshold, just how far she would take it with guys in college. She was still a virgin in a sense, even in college, simply waiting for that extremely special someone, or even a husband.

Billie’s swollen lips left hers and slid to her jaw before resting against her neck. He nibbled on her jugular vein, causing her to almost whimper as she finally began to react to his seduction. She reached her hands down from his curved back, and smirked as she rested her hands against his ass, squeezing that cute rump of his.

And then she spanked him, hard, and giggled.

She had always wanted to do that!

The man placing hickey’s against her neck, let out something between a moan and a growl. He looked up from her neck and into her smiling eyes before placing a tender kiss to her nose.
“Liar,” he grinned. But before Bianca could respond, a gasp left her mouth when he pushed her legs apart with a delicious force and wedged himself between her shaky legs. Her eyes couldn’t even bounce back into their sockets because he then took hold of her wrists and pinned them up over head.

“Oh God,” she breathed, feeling her panties suddenly moisten. She could feel his hardness pressed against her heated core, and she had never felt so excited in her life. Billie Joe quickly straddled her hips before slowly reaching for the hem of his shirt, pulling the thin material off his hot chest.

Bianca saw the colored skin decorating his chest. She had seen his tattoos a few times before, even on the internet, but she never really took the time to examine them. Her hands instinctively crawled up to his chest, fingers tracing over every colored line of inked skin.

He took hold of one of her hands and brought it up to his lips, kissing every finger. And then he pushed her index finger into his mouth, sucking on the shaking finger as if there weren’t any tomorrow, his eyes closed in pleasure.

Bianca Hades was speechless.

And with one quick bite with his chipped teeth, Billie Joe took her finger out of his mouth, and dragged her hand and wet finger down his chest, down his stomach, and finally to his belt buckle.

He bent his back, her hand still resting on his belt buckle and began tackling her lips with fierce kisses. Her mind was dizzy with lust, her mind focusing on his rough hands as he unbuttoned her blouse. When the last button had been undone, she sat up a little so he could remove the annoying cloth from her hot skin. As soon as the shirt was tossed somewhere in a corner, he began working on the hooks of her bra, and within seconds, his master fingers had unhooked them, and her bra was off.

She felt his hot skin move and press against her bare skin and she couldn’t help but groan. Her hand was still planted on his unscathed belt buckle, and she suddenly felt nervous.

She’d never had sex before? What the hell was she supposed to do? She didn’t know any tricks or positions besides the few she’d seen once in a book at Urban Outfitters. She’d be made a fool of…

But Billie didn’t seem to mind her hesitance, he simply used his hands to explore her skin in the meantime, allowing his erection to grow and grow.

Bianca gasped when she felt Billie’s hand between her legs, rubbing against her heat. Her hands began to finally move, like a screw had been placed inside a machine and it was now running again. She unhooked the buckle and slowly slid the leather belt out of his pants as Billie Joe removed her panties. She closed her eyes as she unbuttoned his pants, her teeth biting into her lower lip when his fingers began teasing her, pushing a little in and a little out of her body.

She suddenly felt herself in the air for a moment before landing on top of Billie, she now on top.

‘What the hell do I do?’ she screamed to herself.

She simply let her body do the negotiating in this ordeal. She’d watched maybe three pornos in her life with a few friends, she’s just try to remember what the girls had done.

She bent her back, taking Billie’s face into her hands as she kissed him with a fiery passion. Her tongue battled with his, trying to go down his throat, which earned her a loud groan from the man below her. When she needed air, she went to his neck, pressing feathery kisses against the skin.

“Adie,” he moaned, and placed his hands on her head, softly pushing her head down. She could tell that he wasn’t just putting his hands on her hair for no good reason, she noticed the tiny force it had, and she suddenly knew what he wanted.

‘Oh fuck’ she thought once more, not knowing what to do.

She’d never done this before, EVER! And to be quite honest, she thought it was a little gross. He peed out of that thing and everything! And when was the last time he showered anyway? How could she possibly put it inside her mouth?

“Pleeeaase,” he moaned loudly, the blood pumping dangerously fast to his erection. Bianca began kissing his chest, descending her head and body down to his stomach. Until finally they reached his crotch. His pants were still on, and were as tight around the waist as could be.

She quickly dragged the pants off his hips, allowing it to pool around his calves. She stole a few extra seconds by removing the pants from his legs. And she was almost ready to fold them and put them in a drawer to buy extra time when she saw his hand head for his cock.

“Oh..my...God,” she breathed out loud.

She dropped his pants to the floor and suddenly felt guilty. They were husband and wife, and it was her job to pleasure him, not his hand, well, maybe his hand when he was in another city, but not now.

Billie’s eyes closed and he groaned when her hand finally wrapped around his straining cock. Bianca didn’t know what the hell she was doing, but she began to pump him, loving the sounds that were dripping from his mouth. This was nothing like what he did on stage, this was real, not one bit for show.

Her thumb rubbed against the tip of his cock and he bucked into her hand, pulling at his hair in pleasuring agony. Her hand gained speed, heart ready to explode from her naked chest. He was sweating now, his lips red as his teeth continued to bite down on it. She used one hand, and wrapped it tightly around his dick, still pumping him before using the palm of her other hand and circling the tip with it.

His hips bucked against her palm continuously, and she knew he was getting close. She bowed her head to take him in the mouth.
“Oooh, I- I’m gon-“

And then suddenly, he slapped her hands away from his manhood, and pulled her to the side of him before crawling on top of her. She barely had time to register what her next move might be or thank the heavens for rescuing her from giving him a boring blow job, before he captured her into a kiss, and slammed himself inside of her.

Her mouth suddenly went dry, and a warm feeling of pleasure invaded her senses. She couldn’t even kiss him back as he rocked his hips against hers. She let out a cry when he went deeper, her fingernails digging into his bare back.

Billie Joe began pumping faster and harder inside of his wife, his body throbbing for a special release. Bianca was in a daze, she felt so amazing, like this was some sort of illegal heroin, no, even better. She moaned when Billie Joe whispered the dirtiest words into her ear, her hands dragging down to his ass to pull him in deeper.

“Billllll” she gurgled, unable to say his name as her walls closed in around his cock at lightning speeds, her stomach unraveling. With one last severe thrust from Billie Joe, he himself stretched out the word ‘fuck’ to about five syllables as he came inside of her. Bianca’s mouth was unable to close as she heard him come. And with her closed eyes, she let out a potent scream, her orgasm coming straight after his.

She felt his sweaty head collapse on top of her chest, her eyes still shut as she managed to lift a hand to thread through his drenched hair.

“What the fuck?!” Bianca suddenly heard from someone who sounded like Tre. Her eyes fluttered open, burning as she tried to get adjusted to the bright light in the room.

With squinted eyes she looked around the room, confused as hell. She saw four figures hovering over her. James, Mike Dirnt, Tre Cool, and yes, Billie Joe Armstrong.

“What the hell?” she mumbled lowly, managing to sit herself up on an old couch.

“Bee! Bee, you’re awake!” James said excitedly, taking a seat with her on the couch, bringing her into a hug.

She was confused as hell. Didn’t she just have her first orgasm with Billie Joe? She wined her head around and looked up at him. “Do you remember anything?” she asked, hoping he would give her a wink or some indication that she didn’t just dream of that whole ordeal.

“Huh?” he asked, giving her a bewildered look. “You got kno—“
“Oh, she woke up,” a female voice interrupted. Her face came into view, and it was Adrienne.

“A mosh pit formed behind you, and you got dragged in. Some dumbass gave you a big ass punch, it knocked you out,” James explained, rubbing his solacing hands over my arms.

“I got knocked out?” Bianca reiterated. Everyone in the room nodded. Mike spoke up, “we felt bad so we told security to let you and your friend come back stage,”

She heard Tre laugh, “What the hell were you dreamin’ about in there,” he grinned, using his finger to knock against her head. “When you woke up, you sounded like you were havin a fuckin’ orgasm,”

The entire room laughed, nodding their heads in agreement. “I- I don’t know. I don’t think I was dreaming at all,” she shyly replied.

“Are you alright though? You don’t need to go to a hospital or anything, right?” Billie Joe asked. She could barely look him in the eyes, it had all felt so real. How could it be possibly be false?

“I’ll be fine,” she nodded, choosing to eye the doorway instead of his green eyes.