This was a therapeutic chain of events.

FIVE

He pushed the door open and practically threw me against the wall next to it. We had found an empty bedroom at the end of the corridor upstairs, after disturbing a couple in the middle of the deed. His hands ran up and down the side of my body dramatically, causing every inch of my skin to writhe in pleasure, that's the other thing about having sex when your high, everything is heightened, touch, sense, everything in your body is screaming at you, going a hundred miles an hour.

I grabbed the back of his neck, forcing his lips on to mine harder, causing a groan to escape his lips, he brought his hands down to my thigh and squeezed it, I jumped up and he threw my back against the wall once again, grinding his crotch it to me causing moans to escape my lips. I ran my hands down the back of his neck and over his chest, afterwards pulling the shirt from his back and discarding it to the floor. He pulled his lips from mine and spoke.

"I don't even know your name." He stated between kisses. His lips moved down from my lips to my neck, and for a moment I forgot to speak.

"Ronnie." I breathed. I closed my eyes and threw my head back in satisfaction.

"Max." He muffled against my neck.

When I realised I was back on ground level, continuing to kiss him, he found he hem of my shirt and pulled it off in one quick motion, revealing my black lace bralette. He stopped for a seconds, grabbing my hips and staring at my chest, before going back and attacking my lips once again. I wanted to hurry things up a little, if that was even possible, so I found the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it off revealing a lovely tanned toned chest, which I placed my lips upon wasting no time. I could feel his neck straining, telling me that his head was slung back, small groans and profanities escaping his lips. When I got back up to his neck, I found the loop of his belt buckle and quickly undid it with my fingers, followed by the button and then pulling the zip down, my hand found it's way to his boxers, where there was a prominent bulge, in which I took the liberty of palming through the thing material that remained.

"Fuck." He grunted, letting his arms fall limp at his sides and mine unoccupied one to his back, pressing my lips firmly against his chest.

Somehow his trousers had fallen down to his ankles and he took no time kicking them off. I was tired of being against this wall, to which power overcame my being and I shoved him back against the bed watching him flop. I straddled his waist and his hands came to my jeans in a fury to undo them and get them off. Which he achieved successfully, I could feel his bulge growing underneath me and began to grind against his crotch, the only thing separating us being two thin materials. I whimpered at the pleasure it gave me, and the pleasure it gave him. As he pushed himself up the bed, I pulled down his boxers revealing his member which flopped against his stomach.

Slower than before, I grabbed the shaft and started teasingly pumping, leaning my mouth over it, licking my lips and allowing my eyes to find his. This made his grunt and throw his head back down on to the pillow. When I gave in, I started slow and small, gradually getting faster, allowing more of him into my mouth, flicking my tongue back and forth as I did so.

"Jesus, fucking shit." He breathed, his lower abdomen muscles began to tense, which is when I took my hands and mouth from his member and straddling again, looked up at him innocently lifting my arms in the air in order for him to remove my bra. He let out what sounded almost like a whimper, and teasingly slowly sat up ad pulled my black bralette up and over my arms revealing my naked chest. I reply to this he cupped one of them gently whilst sucking and nibbling on the other, palming the other harder and faster as he went.

"Oh my god." I moaned. His hand came down to my underwear, the last remaining piece of clothing on me, hooked one finger in, and pulled them down slowly, throwing them to the floor when he was done.

He stood up, both of us naked, and threw me down on my back, He kissed the inside of my thighs and made his way to my core where he wasted no time placing sloppy wet kisses on my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth, sucking and nibbling harshly, causing me to writhe underneath him.

"Fuck!" I spoke in a hoarse voice, at least there was music playing downstairs.

He stuck two fingers in me pumping them quickly, just as I was about to reach my high, he pulled them out and licked them clean, he retrieved a condom from the pocket in his jeans and rolled it over his length positioning himself at my entrance. With a groan and endless profanities he pushed into me causing knots in my lower stomach to develop.

"Jesus." He spoke, grunting uncontrollably as his pace quickened and his thrusts became sloppier.

"Yes, fuck." I shouted, riding out my high, which he reached only moments later.

He collapsed on top of me still inside. After a minute or two of laying like this catching our breathe, he got up off of me, and pulled out causing me to shiver in pleasure, he took of his condom and threw it in one of the trash cans, going over to put his clothes back on, me following him to do the same. We were silent, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was more of a tired silence. Once we were more or less dressed, he leant me up against the wall and kissed me once again.

"That was great." He spoke, chuckling after. In reply to this I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in again.

"Any time stranger." I spoke, before pulling the door knob and making my way down the hallway leaving Max in the room.

Once I got down the stairs, I spotted Bono by the front door, looking pretty lost. I chuckled as I saw him, then grabbing his arm pulling his out of the front door and back on to the pavement, unprotected from the colder New York nights.

"Fuck its cold." Bono spoke. "So d'you have fun?" Bono nudged me, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up." I said nudging him back.

"No come I saw you go upstairs with Mr dark and mysterious." He said laughing, we were pretty much sober now, I know I definitely was.

"Yeah yeah whatever." I said. "You know I'm crashing at your place by the way."

"Dude when do you not crash at my place?" He said jokingly. I laughed along with him, then reaching into the pocket of my jacket pulling out my pack of cigarettes and a lighter, offering one to Bono, which he accepted, and lighting my own, taking a long puff and releasing the grey smoke with a smile.