Paul McCartney (OneShots)

Tired

It's turning 2am and I'm still waiting for Paul to come up to bed. I have no idea what he could be doing. When l left him almost 4 and a half hours ago, he was signing photoshoot pictures or whatever they were. It's already been torture enough spending these nights alone, and I'm desperate for some one on one contact.

I huff and get up out of bed, eager to know what on Earth he's doing. Wrapping my nightie around me, I make my way downstairs.

I find Paul in the living room, at the desk. I peer over and there he is. Still singing, two stacks beside him.

"Paul, baby." I sigh. "Come to bed, you can do those another time."

"I'm almost done." He turns and shoots me a warm smile before continuing. My face is not convinced, especially seeing the stack of papers he has yet to sign.

"It's 2 in the morning." I protest. "I can tell you're tired."

"I'm not." He mumbles, messily singing a copy. I roll my eyes. This man.

I walk over and wrap my arms around his waist, laying my head on his shoulder. "Why don't I help you? I could sign a few."

He laughs. "What? And you're Paul McCartney now are ya?"

"I'll do anything to get you in bed," I say, grinning to myself. Paul stops as he's about to sign and glances down at me.

"Go up. I'll be with you in a few." I scoff and walk off into the kitchen to make myself a scotch.

"Right." I pour the liquor and take a swig, grimacing from the burn at the back of my throat.

"Pour me one, thanks, Love." I hear Paul say and grab another glass.

Walking back into the living room, Paul sits down to take the glass. He gives me a smile and a wink as he takes a sip.

"Are you done?" I ask, knowing he isn't and hoping he'll just leave it.

"Soon." He takes another sip.

"Paulie, you're drifting," I whine, watching him desperately fighting to stay awake.

"I'm not!" He insists wearily.

"Right, that's it," I say, snatching his drink and putting it on the desk along with mine. "You're coming with me." I try to pull him up from the chair but he won't budge.

"Stop." He laughs. "Baby. It's not working." I can't help but laugh with him at my sad attempt to make him stand.

"Well then. We'll just do it here then." He looks at me with a confused expression. I untie my nightie and let it fall by my feet, Paul's eyes fall with it. He looks back up at me, staring at him.

"Oh..." He blinks rapidly and rubs his face. I can tell he's awake now.

I approach him slowly and do a little twirl, stopping a moment to wiggle my ass in front of his face. Before he can even try to grab it, I turn back around, a grin on my face.

"Tease." He frowns and sits back.

I rest my hands on the chair arms as I lean in, slowly pressing my lips against Paul's. I kiss him softly and pull away, his head dipping as he tries to catch my lips. I laugh, he's so fucking tired.

"Do you wanna come upstairs now?" My eyes darken. "Or do I fuck you here? Right. Now." Paul is speechless and staring at me with wide eyes. He opens his mouth to speak. "Hmm? Louder." I say in an orderly tone.

"Here." He says.

"Fine." I drop to my knees, crawl towards him and unbuckle his belt. I pull down his pants, his erection evident by the massive bulge in his underwear. Deciding I'll make him endure the pain some more, I lick on the fabric where his tip lies underneath and squeeze gently where his balls are, going so far as to pull on the fabric with my teeth.

Paul moans in frustration which only makes me hornier. I can already see some pre-cum staining his pants. Thinking he's probably had enough, I stop playing games and pull down his pants, his cock springing out and slapping my nose. Almost as a way to scold me for teasing.

I wrap my hand around his cock and lick around his tip like a lollipop, earning a chain of moans and groans from Paul as he lulls his head back in the process.

Cupping his balls in my hand, I rub them while I lick his cock up and down before putting it in my mouth. Going slow, I string things out as long as possible and suck only half of his length which is already enough.

Moaning from the sweet taste of his manhood, I increase my pace and attempt to take him whole. Choking, like I knew I would, his tip presses against the back of my throat, making me choke and Paul moan incredibly high.

"Fuck..." He breathes. "Yeah, baby, fuck..." He wraps his hands around my head and slowly pushes himself deeper in my mouth until I'm uncontrollably choking and spitting all over his cock. "Ohh shit!" He exclaims. "I'm close! Argh, I'm close!" He gives me just a little breathing time before thrusting himself down my throat. "Aughh!" And with a loud chain of moans and strains, Paul finally relieves himself.

I feel the moment he releases his sweet load into my mouth as it joins the saliva I choked up in the process. Pulling away, gasping, his drenched cock slips from my tongue and bounces above his chest, a string of cum sticking from his tip to my lips.

Paul watches breathlessly as I swallow his warm load, a small smile spreading across his face. "You're unbelievable." He says and brushes his hand through my hair.

"I'm fucked." I laugh before choking again.

"Come dear, I'll run us a shower." Paul stands and extends a hand, helping me to my feet. "You've earned it." He grins.

"I have!" I exclaim and he laughs. Then we go upstairs to shower together. And finally, get some sleep in each other's arms.