The Publicity Stunt - Ryden

Chapter 7: the mouth that just wont quit

We at least waited until we got back to my loft to get started. The minute I closed the door behind Brendon his hands were on my waist, his lips pressing into my neck and leaving wet kisses on my skin. I lean my head to the side and let him have more access. A soft moan leaves my lips as I reach back to grab at his hair.

I push my ass back into his crotch and smirk as he lets out a small gasp. He quickly turns my body to face him and I quickly take the chance to pin him to the wall with a loud thump. A few pictures fall off the wall and it makes him groan.

I look him over and smile to myself, making sure i pin his hands back so he can't touch me. "Are you going to fuck me Ry?" His voice is low and rough, and I can feel my dick twitch at the thought of slamming into him, making him my little bitch. But I won't. I won't give him any pleasure. He's my bitch tonight, and that means he's here to please me. Not the other way around.

"You really think id give you the satisfaction of having that big of an orgasm?" I laugh gently at his question and his smile falls. "Yeah. You don't get that." I lean in and place a rough kiss to his lips as my hands work to pull off my belt.

Brendon kisses back with a soft moan, his lips only moving when mine move. He knows his place. He knows where he belongs, and when he falls to his knees I know that's it. That's where he belongs.

"So tired of your fucking mouth. Need to fucking shut you up." I growl down at him as he pulls my jeans down for me, instantly moving his lips to taste me over my underwear. I moan softly as he mouths me through the soft fabric, my dick already hard from the kissing. I can't remember the last time I've had a mouth on my cock, and I know that means I won't last long but I don't care.

I grab a handful of Brendon's hair and tug at it gently as my head falls back against the wall. Fuck, we were so into it we didn't even make it to my bedroom, instead we were a mere 5 feet from my front door.

Someone could surely walk past the door and hear my moans, but honestly? Fuck it. Brendon's mouth was damn talented and I wasn't about to make him stop so we could move to my bedroom.

His fingers hooked into my underwear and slowly lowered it to my ankles, his tongue instantly moving to flick over my balls, getting them nice and wet. I let out a low growl and use my grip on his hair to push him into my hips. He's teasing me, and I don't appreciate it.

He gets the hint and quickly let's his lips find the tip of my length, he presses his tongue to my slit and I swear I can feel goosebumps rising onto my skin. I look down at him to see he's looking right up at me, his big brown eyes looking innocent as he bobs his head up and down my hard cock. I buck my hips and groan when I hear him gag slightly.

I'm being a selfish lover. I know that. But this wasn't some guy I had been dating forever who I was in love with, or even some guy I picked up at a concert, no, this was Brendon Urie. I hated him and he hated me and the only reason I was doing this was to keep his mouth occupied so he wouldn't say something annoying. Yeah, that's why. Or at least that's what I told myself.

After a few minutes Brendon moves to take me to the hilt, his nose pressing into the skin where pubic hair used to be. I let out a loud groan and feel myself on the verge of an orgasm. "Fuck Bren... I'm gonna..." I say with a moan.

Brendon pulls off of my dick with a pop and moves to jerk his hand up and down my length, mouth open and ready to swallow every drop of cum i spill out. "You wanna cum for me daddy? Fuck, I want to taste you" He all but moans. We make eye contact and then I'm there, a mess of groans and heavy breathing as my cum shoots out into his mouth, covering his plump lips nicely. Brendon swallows every drop he can manage before moving to stand up. He leans in to kiss me but I shake my head and start pulling on my clothes.

"I'll see you at the show tomorrow." I say nonchalantly, as if I hadn't just gotten the best blowjob of my life. When I look over my shoulder i see Brendon, his hand wrapped around his own cock and his eyes closed as he jacks himself off. I smirk to myself and turn around to watch him, but I refuse to help him with his erection. This is Brendon, and he needs to be told no, to learn that not everyone wants him, especially not me.

"Try not to get cum on the carpet." I say with a soft smirk, watching as he turns to look at me. The moment his eyes hit mine he cums. Already half way to orgasm from sucking me off. I would watch the cum spill out of him, but my eyes are locked on his and I find it impossible to look away.

No I don't want Brendon Urie.... Not at all.