Young Lust. (A Steven Tyler Fanfic)

Chapter 8

"This is your house?" I gasped, looking it over again.
"Sure is, baby."
"It's beautiful. I can't wait to see inside." I assured, smiling at Steven.
Steven laughed, which was music to my ears.
He got out of the car, and walked around to the passenger side to open my door for me.
I obliged, and started walking forward towards the house.
I felt Steven grip my hand adorably, and I grinned, looking down at our intertwined hands.
He gently led me to the front door, and unlocked it.
We walked inside, and I was flabbergasted.
The foyer was red, with a white spiraling staircase leading up to what I could only assume was the bedroom, and other upstairs amenities. The house was, in simple words, huge.
Steven led me further until we were entering the kitchen, and I noticed a man in a chef's hat standing over a stove.
I gave Steven a questioning smirk.
"I hired him for tonight. He's the most renowned in the country. I hope you don't mind, sugar." Steven explained, looking down at me.
"Not at all." I replied.
"Mr. Tyler, dinner is served." The chef stated.
I chuckled. He must  have started hours ahead of time.
Steven winked at me, and then turned to the man. He placed a wad of cash in his hand, and I playfully rolled my eyes.
It was cute though that he wanted to impress me.
After I heard the door close from the chef's departure, I smirked at Steven who sat down next to me.
"You know, I would love you even if you weren't famous." I said softly.
The look in Steven's eyes showed surprise.
I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"Don't tell me you've never been told that before."
Steven let out a short laugh, all while half smiling at me.
"I can't say I have. Most girls I meet only like me for my name, not for who I am."
I let out a short laugh just as he did.
"Well you don't have to worry about that with me. My love for you is based on who you are as a person. I find you humble, silly, compassionate, and very kind. And yes, you are rather sexy, I must admit."
I met his gaze, and he smirked.
"Sexy, eh?" He replied, in a low, almost sensual, purr.
I could feel a blush spreading on my cheeks, but I maintained my confidence.
"You heard me." I flirted, reveling in the way his voice made me feel.
We stared at each other for a minute longer, until Steven spoke.
"You want something to drink? I have whiskey, vodka, champagne, wine--"
I raised a hand to cut him off, trying not to laugh.
"You have champagne and wine?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Steven grinned.
"I like to be sophisticated sometimes."
I smirked, biting my lip.
"I'll have champagne." I decided.
He grabbed two bottles of it, and two glasses, and came back around to sit next to me.
I took a bite of my food, which I had almost forgotten about. It was pretty good actually.
I took the glass from Steven's hand seconds later, raised it up in cheers, and downed it like it was water.
After doing so, I met Steven's eye & he was smirking, eyebrow raised.
"Where have you been all my life?" He asked, a playful glint in his eye.
I smiled genuinely.
"I don't know, where have you been looking?"
Steven laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh too. His laugh was pretty infectious, not to mention, cute.
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Hours later
I could hear his heartbeat as I laid my head on his chest, his arm placed around my waist. I held onto my glass of champagne. I glanced at the empty bottle. We had drank the whole first bottle, and we were starting on the second.
Steven's legs were propped up on the coffee table, while we sat on his black leather couch. We were both quite tipsy, almost drunk, on champagne.
"Never in my mind would I have even thought this was possible." I whispered.
Steven chuckled, a low throaty sound, and I felt it vibrate against me.
"Dream until your dreams come true." He whispered back playfully.
I swat him on the arm, laughing.
"Oh, you with the lyrics. Quit it."
That didn't deter him.
"I could stay lost in this moment, forever, every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.
I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep, cuz I'll miss you babe, and I don't wanna miss a thing.."
He sang softly, and my skin tingled hearing his voice this up close and personal.
I looked up at him from my position, and he looked down at me. We just stared at each other in silence, before our lips met.
We hadn't kissed all night, and it felt celestial.
His hand settled on my cheek, and my hand found his hair, threading through it. The kiss was full of passion, and I wanted more.
As if reading my mind, Steven had suddenly picked me up in his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his torso.
We were walking somewhere, but I didn't care where.
Steven stopped kissing me for a moment to walk up the stairs, and then I knew.
He was taking me to his bedroom.
I definitely couldn't complain.
His lips were on my neck, as I heard him open a door, and I closed my eyes, reveling in this feeling.
Seconds later, I was laying on a red silk bed sheet, and Steven was hovering overtop me.
We began to kiss again.
The air felt hot and heavy with lust.
His hands roamed down my body in soft caresses, and I knew I wanted more. Much more.
I sat up suddenly, taking control.
I threw off my jacket, and unhooked my corset top, tossing it to the floor. I kicked off my heels as well. Sitting in my bra and skirt, I urged Steven on with a kiss.
He shrugged off his fur vest, and hastily unbuttoned his already half unbuttoned shirt, and tossed them away.
I ran my hands up and down his smooth chest.
It all felt like a dream.
Before I could think, I had unbuckled Steven's tight pants and he pushed them off.
Seconds later, my skirt was gone too. I was definitely ready to give myself to him. It was entirely long overdue.
Now, there was nothing stopping us.
Within heated seconds, our remaining boundaries were off, and with a quick adjustment and a condom, Steven was inching himself inside me.
My nails clenched against his back, as we moved in rhythm.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy, and moaned.
I was on cloud nine.
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