Screw

9. Wrestle matches

They got ever closer to the pub and and as they did, the drunks that had spilled onto the walkway could be heard hurling insults;
"Buh gwaysith-neh!" One protested,
"Ooo- prick-g!" The other slurred.
"Don- callin eee prig!" They were illegible due to their drunkenness, but they seemed to understand each other enough to argue about it. Duff skirted them, and made to open the door, but just as his hand made contact with the handle, two people burst through it, entangled in one another and brawling. Duff almost got knocked down, but stepped away just in time. It took Estrella a moment to realise that one of them happened to be Slash, made recognisable by his mass of curly hair, which the other guy was pulling at viciously.
"Oi! Break it up!" Exclaimed Duff, reaching into the scuff and somehow disentangling Slash. He had him by the collar of his leather jacket, and held him a few inches above the ground. The other drunk guy wailed something unintelligible and bounced to his feet. The tall bassist frowned at him, and he began to flail his arms and come at Duff, who slammed a fist between his eyes. The drunk's eyes rolled back in his head and he swayed on his feet before falling on his ass.
"Fuck off." Duff sounded mildly angry. He placed a squirming Slash back on his feet, but grabbed his wrist as he tried to go at the drunk guy still on the ground. Duff held open the door for them to go in, and followed the girls inside, dragging a reluctant Slash with him.

Meanwhile...
Celine sat, straight backed on the little armchair. The room was lit only dimly, the yellowy light cast from a bulb on the other side of the room, in the ceiling, which flickered occasionally.
Axl's copper hair was shiny, and looked very soft as he reclined on the loveseat opposite. Celine wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers through it, but told herself to stop thinking such things because she'd end up blushing, and that would be ever so embarrassing.
Axl smirked over at her, his lopsided smile making her feel a certain hotness between her legs. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs. He gazed at her,
"Celine?" Her name rolled off his tongue smoothly, his deep rumble of a voice making her melt. He knew as well as she did that he had her full attention. "Come here." He patted the empty seat beside him, still smirking sexily. She shakily got to her feet, and made her way over to him. She sat, as instructed.
"Good girl!" He whispered huskily in her ear. She closed her eyes, waiting. Suddenly, she felt his hand between her legs, underneath her skirt. She drew in a sharp breath, suprised at his actions. "Open your legs." His voice was a deep growl, and without thinking, she opened them just a little more. He chuckled quietly,
"Good girl." He murmered. Celine felt as if all of the breath had been knocked out of her. Axl's hands trailed up over her hips to her waistband, gripping it and tugging her panties down. He pulled them down her long legs slowly, torturing her. Finally, he dropped them on the ground. He leaned in, his breath fanning her. Her own breath came in short, sharp pants. Axl's tongue made contact with her soft flesh, and she squirmed and moaned, clamping her thighs around his head. Axl pulled back, and reached beside the lounge for something. Celine felt him clamp a cold band around her right ankle, and glanced down. He had cuffs, and as she watched he clipped the other end of the cuff to the short wooden leg of the loveseat. He repeated this process with her other leg, using a chain this time to reach the other side of the loveseat, before cuffing it to the leg of the chair.
"There, now you can't move, naughty girl." He smirked at her. She felt that telltale hot, tingling sensation between her legs that meant she was very turned on. Axl stood up, and reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it up over her head. He reached around to her back and expertly unclipped her bra, discarding both. Now she sat in the loveseat with her legs cuffed open, and her full breasts heaving in the open air with her heavy breathing. Axl's eyes devoured her hungrily.
He stripped off his own clothing except his boxers, and then moved towards her. He bent and slipped a finger inside her, making her gasp and squirm against the cuffs. He chuckled sexily.
"You're all wet." He stated "do you like me cuffing you up?" He asked of her, pulling out his finger and roving his index and middle over her slit. She shivered, nodding. "Say it." He demanded,
"Yes!" She moaned,
"Yes, what?"
"I love it when you cuff me!" Her voice was high and full of anticipation. Axl ripped his boxers down his legs, long member springing free. Celine's eyes widened slightly, and Axl got down on his knees, grabbing her legs to drag her closer to the edge of her seat. He placed the head of his long member at her entrance, and she waited.
Axl rammed into her, making her moan uncontrollably,
"You like that?" He asked huskily, pulling almost all the way out.
"Ohhh yes!" Celine moaned, and he rammed back in. He began at a fast pace, filling her again and again with his rather sizeable shaft. Celine moaned at every thrust, eyes closed and mouth lolling open in ecstasy. Axl grunted and groaned occasionally, rocking his hips against hers and dragging his rock hard member in and out again and again. Celine began to feel herself lock up, and her pussy pulsed as she neared orgasm. She moaned ever louder, and then she hit a shaking climax, straining against the cuffs around her ankles and tremoring in an explosive orgasm. Still, Axl rocked in and out, fondling her tits as he continued to screw her. Finally, he too orgasmed, and Celine felt his seed shoot up inside her as Axl groaned in pleasure, before he rested on top of her, panting.
"You- are such- a good fuck!" He panted, and then finally pulled out.