Another one bites the dust - Queen fanfict [FINISHED!!!]

Jessie - Don't stop (special part)

I ran down the stairs with two beers in hand. Anyone who saw me would have thought I was a psychopath. But no, I just didn't want Taylor to see the article about me and Ben. Then again, it was him who approached me, not the other way around, but that wasn't important: the important thing was that fucking article.

I knocked on his dorm door.

I opened up the boy with messy hair. He smiled kindly at me, then looked inside.

<Deaky, you have to leave> he announced to his gang mate.

The long-haired boy actually walked in front of me, leaving us alone.

<Tell your sister she's an idiot if she's with that asshole> he shouted at me from afar.

<I will, John> I promise him.

In the end I understood it a little... He was suffering a lot because of Kiara.

<I like those beers. Are you coming in?> Roger asked me, making me want to be with him much more, since he hadn't read the article yet.

I walked into the room. It was exactly what I expected: messy, dirty and smelling of smoke. They had two beds next to each other, separated by a very small corridor. It was exactly like the one Nancy and I had, but with no gimmicks around.

The first thing I noticed was the huge drum kit next to Taylor's bed. The second thing was the "Queen" crest on it. I widened my eyes.

<Shit, do you play it?> I asked in surprise.

<I thought Kiara had told you... But judging from the latest events she doesn't really tell you EVERYTHING in my opinion> He explained.

I didn't want to think about my idiot sister. I let it all go with a sigh of relief as I sat down on his bed. I opened one of the two beers, handing it to the boy.

He smiles at me, grabbing it with gusto.

<That's how I like you. Now let's drink them all in one gulp> he commented.

I also uncorked mine with a gesture. We made them touch each other, toasting silently. I downed it all in one gulp. I felt, even after just a short while, the alcohol penetrating my brain. It was going to be a very interesting night.

<Are you ready baby?> he asked me.

<To go to bed with you, of course>

Even though we had never kissed before, Taylor thrust herself onto my lips as if it were nothing. His lips crashed onto mine quickly, as if they hadn't been waiting their entire lives. His tongue moved like a viper, slithering everywhere in my mouth and making me squirm even more. He quickly placed his hands on my back, moving them every now and then, making me stand up and settle as close to him as possible.

I felt a lot of desire in those movements. I had only had sex once when I was 15: I was with a 17-year-old girl. But I knew how to make him appreciate me.

I suddenly pulled away from Roger, moving away a little. I lifted my shirt, exposing my very provocative lace bra. I took off my shirt.

<Ohhh. A good start> Roger concluded before imitating me by taking off his shirt.

He had a dream body: sculpted abs, gigantic biceps and shapely shoulders. He smiled with a strange tongue game to increase my desire.

He threw himself on top of me again, this time grabbing me by the hips. He turned me over, throwing me onto his bed. He looked at me with a satisfied expression.

<You look even better without clothes.> he informed me.

I could brag all I wanted, but the things he said made me want it even more than I already had. Plus there was all that alcohol.

He started giving me little nips and kisses on my neck. He started having orgasms, which led me to imitate him too. His mouth was already hot, if he made those noises... I had my hands in his hair, trying to enjoy the moment as much as I could.

<You're fucking good> I admitted between orgasms.

"I haven't gone any lower yet, Jes," he warned as he unclasped my bra.

He also started kissing my chest, my arms, and then moving to my stomach. When he got to that point, he started pushing my leggings down. In response, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.

<Are you sure?> he asked once again as my pants were officially off.

<I want to be yours> I replied, with a sexy expression.

Roger's pupils doubled in size. He removed every trace of my underwear and threw it I don't know where. He took both my legs and put them on his shoulders. He began kissing the insides of my thighs, adding clamps and orgasms; I held onto the blankets, holding on tight. He started to get closer to that point, until he literally kissed it. A fire was burning inside me: he kept moving his tongue faster and faster. I started screaming like I never had before. I didn't want to do it, but he made me.

After this, Taylor got out of bed taking a box from his pants pocket. I was still in ecstasy about what had happened a few seconds earlier.

<You're really very good, you know?> he whispered to me, rubbing his tongue on my legs once again.

<Fuck, Roger. Don't stop> I begged him, making sweet eyes at him.

He jumped up towards his jeans. He took the condom out of his pocket.

<Time to put it on and we'll broke the bed, baby> he promised me.

Ahhh. How long had I been waiting for that moment... Even though I had become more mature in those last few days, I had a mad desire to do it anyway. I was still a little blonde girl who wanted to play, as everyone said. And this time, I would have had a lot of fun.

<Done. Come here Jessie... I want to entertain you> he called me begging as if I were his little dog. I didn't have to repeat it twice, getting closer in a second.

He climbed on top of me once again, putting himself in that position. All I could see were his longing eyes and his crooked smile. Even though I was burning inside, the thought of what we would do next drove me crazy. I put my hands in that messy blonde hair: I closed my eyes.

<Wow, you can handle the pain down there a lot... You're a really good girl> he confessed, having finished getting into the right pose.

I looked at him as if I were hungry. He put his hands next to my shoulders, as if I could escape. He spread his knees out from between my legs. He gave one last smile, before starting to move wildly: I didn't know exactly what he was doing, but it felt really good. I put my hands on his hips, to hold on better.

<Ahhh, this is fucking ohhh beautiful> I tried to say.

I couldn't even breathe from so many orgasms I had in my mouth. I felt suffocated, but at the same time I didn't want him to stop. He started going faster and deeper. The weight of his body was all over that area of ​​mine: it was pure ecstasy. He laughed like never before, seeing me in that state.

<Move with me baby. It will be amazing> he asked me. I nodded immediately.

I tried to follow his movements with my pelvis, amplifying them and increasing the emotions. It was actually better: the boy started screaming too.

<Yesssss. I want more ahhhh> he said and also started to kiss me.

Only half an hour later we had managed to stop. I had no idea if it was a lot or a little for average. But I didn't give a damn. We were completely naked under the covers of a single bed, hugging each other.

<I like you so much, Jessie> he screamed with the last of his strength.

<I love you, Roger Taylor> I replied.

I fell asleep in his arms, hoping to repeat that night as soon as possible.