The Tattoo // Kellin Quinn

3. Darkness Breaks Upon Him

The next morning, I woke up at 9am for work. I had to tell Emme about last night. She was going to flip multiple shits.

I walked to my wardrobe and put on a black and red AFI band shirt and black leather pants, with red Vans. I straightened my hair and left the layered strands to fall at my shoulders. When I had finished with my overall appearance, I walked out to the kitchen. Emme was sitting on the kitchen island with a coffee mug in her hand; her simple black jeans and purple tank suggested she was ready for work.

"Morning gorgeous." She smiled.

"Where's Austin?" I kissed her cheek.

"Studio. Why?"

I sighed. "Good. We have to talk. It's important."

"G'head."

I started making a coffee for myself. "Well, as you know, I went over to Kellin's last night."

She smiled mischievously. "Yeah."

"Well, one thing led to another and I gave him a blow job." I admitted.

~Flashback~

We were laying on his couch, my electric on my lap as I plucked at the five strings to compose an atmospheric beat. Kellin had a beer between his knees and his arms stretched on the back cushions of the couch. His green eyes watched my tattooed fingers slide across the chords.

"You look amazing playing that instrument." He commented.

I smiled and tucked a section of hair behind my pierced ear. "Thanks. You look good when you sing."

Before I knew what was happening, my guitar was thrown to the floor and Kellin's lips had smashed against mine. His hands framed my jaw and my hands found the way to the hem of his crew neck. Our tongues fought and danced together in a delicate assault before my hands moved to the bulging crotch of his grey chinos. I used my small palm to tease him through his pants with a smirk firmly planted on my lips.

"You gunna tease me all night or are you going to put those lips to work?" Kellin asked in a throw of passion, tearing my varsity jacket from my shoulders.

I tore away from him and got down on my knees in front of him, batting my eyelashes just to piss him off. He leaned his head back and groaned as my fingers undid his belt buckle. I pulled down his chinos and boxer briefs. His erection sprung free of their confines and directly in my view. My eyes widened. Was I actually going to do this? It's now or never I guess.

I took him in my mouth, curling my tongue over his tip. He seethed through his teeth as I hollowed my cheeks and took more of him inside my mouth. I sucked hard up and down, bobbing my head at a dangerous speed. His hands tangled through my tresses to hold me to the spot. He bucked his hips in response to my tongue wrapping around his ever hardening length. He told me he was close so I sucked harder and faster, moving my head fast and sharply. Soon, he came down my throat and I didn't care, I swallowed as if it was nothing.

I just gave Kellin Quinn a blow job. Does this mean I've completed a fan girl dream or I'm just a slut?

~End Flashback~

Her hand smacked against her mouth. "Oh my God! Was he big?"

I shrugged. "Average."

Her other hand clapped against her mouth. "He's married!"

"I know! I don't know what came over me!" I sipped my coffee.

"He came over you." She checked her watch and threw her mug in the sink. "We have to go to work."