beatles oneshots

pregame - gh

year: 1962
summary: george has a gig tonight, but he wants a pregame shag.
rating: explicit

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I always arrived early for their gigs at the Cavern. They'd become a regular act, and they'd even gone and recorded some songs, had auditions with record labels. I was so proud of the Beatles, especially my boyfriend George.

George was a really sweet guy. He pretended to be bashful, but that could turn to lust very quickly. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted attractive women, and to play his guitar. He was mastered in the art of seduction.

With us, it was different. I was his bird. I was the one who'd always go home with him, I was the one who he took out for dinner. I was also the only woman who could truly fluster him.

Ever since he lost his virginity in Hamburg he'd become much more confident around women. He used to cower, and he wouldn't even try to pick up girls. They'd look at him and he'd blush and flee to the bathrooms, like a prudish bird. Now, it seemed as though he'd found his real dominant side, sometimes it was subtle, and it snuck up on me.

Like tonight. The club was still only around half full, and it was still early, most people were probably still at dinner. George and the lads had arrived early, which is something that they always did, even if they tried to fool themselves and others that they were nonchalant. However, they were not set to perform for another half an hour. I knew they were in the back, probably smoking and drinking to loosen up.

Suddenly, I heard George's voice cutting through the pub ambience, straight into my ear. "Hey, pretty birdie."

I instantly smiled and turned around to see him. However, before I could talk, he grabbed my arm and pulled me over to where I knew the dressing rooms were. Inside there were the lads, Paul, John, and Ritchie, on the couch, and they greeted me. George, however, walked right past them, and brought be into a separate room, to which the lads whistled and hollered. This room was much smaller, almost a closet, even, and it had a few wooden chairs sitting around, one of them lie broken on the floor, and something about that was really funny to me.

Before I could even really think, George had pulled the door closed, and pulled me into him, kissing me with passion and desire.

"George," I giggled.

"You look stunning tonight, couldn't wait until later." He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardening bulge, and I let out a gasp without even thinking. "Especially couldn't play a gig knowing there's a bird like you waiting for me," he growled in my ear.

Then he kissed me again. I took the cue to start undoing his belt and trousers, quickly, and getting on my knees in front of him. When I pulled him out of his underwear, he was already fully hard, right in front of me. I stroked him slowly, and I put the tip in my mouth. George groaned.

"Baby, we don't have time, I wish we did. Either get on with it or let me fuck you," he said harshly.

I loved the sound of his voice, the things it did to me. I felt myself getting very aroused from the situation, and I grabbed a condom from my purse, gesturing for George to sit in one of the chairs. I pulled off my underwear, and stood over George's cock, ghosting over it, my breasts in his face, looking down at him, the condom, still in the wrapper, between my teeth. At the sight he gave a little thrust of his hips, his cock twitching.

I opened the package, and slid the condom on. Immediately after, I slid down, without giving myself much preparation. It kind of hurt, in a good way, to be stretched in such a way. I exhaled deeply as I found myself now sitting in George's lap, his cock inside me.

His eyes had widened as I sank down on him, and he groaned lowly. As we started moving, I ground my hips into him, and he held my hips, thrusting and grinding up into me.

It was sensual. Not rough the way George could sometimes be, but not as tender as I'd ever had him. It was a good in between. Enough for him to exert dominance as we both chased out own pleasure, which in turn gave to the other.

George and I were not very loud lovers, especially not in such a public setting. But, the more he thrusted, the closer he got, and the more his heavy breathing became grunts as his pleasure took hold. I also heard myself let out breathy moans as I moved closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, darling, I'm there. Oh, baby, I'm there," he half spoke-half moaned, signaling his release. He let out a groan, still quite strangled, as he came into the condom.

When George had come down from his orgasm, he'd realized he hadn't made me finish. When he'd tied up the condom, he checked his watch and saw that he only had five minutes before he had to be on stage, he pulled me in to kiss him.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't pay enough attention to you. I'll make it up to you love, trust me, after the show I'll show you the world over what it's like to come undone."

He left with a last kiss on my forehead, and I took a second to compose myself. What a tease he was, making me wait, and then saying such an erotically charged statement.

I calmed myself down, however, and made my way out into the club to watch the show. Boy, if I wasn't looking forward to after it, though.

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Wow this is hot garbage! Just felt like writing something though.

Hope you enjoyed! Maybe a part two will be written, but only if I feel like it lol