Paul McCartney (OneShots)

The Beginning

I cursed out again in frustration at the desk. I couldn't bear to look at the blank sheet of paper in front of me. A simple "Chapter One" at the top. Hearing the stairs go, I sighed. I'm always unaware of my surroundings when I'm writing, or trying to write and end up making a racket.

The door opened, and Paul, my boyfriend walked in. He carried a warm smile and a cup of hot chocolate which he placed on the desk. I should have thanked him but I didn't. I just sat there, my head buried in my hand. I felt so embarrassed.

"You should rest. You can come back to it later." He said. I shook my head.

"If I leave it now, I'll never write anything," I responded, and quite harshly. I didn't want to sound so bitter but at this point, I couldn't control myself let alone my tone of voice.

"You will." Paul stood behind me, placing both his hands on my shoulders and started slowly rubbing them. "Besides, I want you." He leaned in, his breath hot my neck and nibbled a bit on my ear.

I exhaled. There was no way I was going to be able to ignore him. No matter how pissed off I was. And after all, he wasn't home much nowadays due to all the tours the band were going on. This could be quality time. It should be.

I turned to him, a slight twinkle in his eye. He knew what I was thinking. "You want me?" I asked, and purposely shyly too, something I knew drove Paul crazy.

His stare intensified as he pulled me up on my feet, and lifted me up in his arms, putting me down on top of the desk. I wrapped a hand around his neck as our lips collided, an array of dirty kisses following.

His hands curled around my hips as I moved my hand up the back of his hair. "What chapter are we on now?" He breathed in between a kiss.

"The good one," I said and bit his lip, a move I knew would encourage him. His eyes darkened and a small grin escaped him before he started moving his hands up my thigh.

Bearing in mind, I was only in some joggers and a t-shirt since today was only supposed to be a writing day. Paul's hand stopped at the edge of my pants as he began to pull them down. I embraced his neck with soft kisses as he did so and watched him throw my pants to the ground.

Next, he lifted his shirt above his head as I started unbuckling his belt. "Have you got a bra on?" He asked as I chucked his belt to the floor.

"You noticed."I smirked, knowing full well I didn't. His eyes glanced at my chest then met mine, staring back at him hungrily. "Close your eyes."

He looked at me for a moment then sighed impatiently. "Fine." Once his eyes were closed, I took off my shirt and added it to the pile of clothes. "Can I open them?" I hummed back.

Paul opened his eyes and for a moment, he looked taken aback. Granted, we hadn't had sex in a while so it was rare that we saw each other naked.

I waited patiently for his response. I thought he was going to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. I think that was a good thing.

"Fuck..." he breathed. My eyes glanced down at the huge bulge pressing against his pants. That was validation enough. Then, he saw me looking which made me look away. "No." He said sternly. "Look."

I did as I was told and watched him pull down his pants, his bulge practically forcing itself out of the fabric of his boxers. "You see what you do to me."

I leaned forward into his ear and whispered "show me what you do to me." Enunciating every word and syllable perfectly clear.

Paul's face was priceless and terrifying at the same time, making me blush. I knew after this I wouldn't be able to walk for days.

Grabbing my arse with both hands, he pulled me closer to the edge of the desk and closer to his throbbing manhood which still fought the force of his boxers.

Within a second, he whisked them down, releasing his hard cock and shuffled them off his feet. My eyes were unable to look away.

"You like what you see?" Paul grinned.

I was drooling for him to be inside me, and he knew it too. So much that he started teasing me, slowly rubbing my clit with his tip. I moaned in frustration.

"Paul." My head drawled back at the feeling of his cock pressing against my entrance, occasionally going in for a second before Paul would pull it back out. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me!" I exasperated.

Paul laughed. "As you wish." Before even finishing his sentence, Paul thrust himself inside me, sending me into a rush of adrenaline. Gasping out with a cry, my eyes rolled back all the way.

"Ohh..." Paul felt so warm and good inside of me as he thrust himself in and out, grunting with every thrust.

"Fuck." He cursed, his eyes meeting mine in a moment of pure ecstasy. Then I pulled him in by the back of his head and locked his lips with mine. Any excuse to silence the moans. Or at least try as I ended up moaning anyway.

Paul's pace softened a little whilst we kissed and his hands climbed up my chest and held onto my breasts. Moaning, he played with my nipples and forced his tongue down my throat.

Increasing in speed, I dragged my nails down his back and cried "Paul!" as he pummelled my tight pussy.

"Arghh, I'm close!" He breathed, lulling his head back and groaning profusely.

"Fuck! Cum in me baby!" I cried and with a final thrust, Paul cursed out, exploding inside of me. A moment passed and I could feel myself climaxing. "Ohh Fuckkk!" I bit down on my tongue as I cummed all over his cock.

We both gathered our breath and shared a look. "Next chapter?" He asked with a smile. I nodded, and with a kiss, we continued our story.