DMs - Bradley Will Simpson

48.

smut warning ;))))

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JANUARY 22TH 2016

@TheVampsBrad just posted a tweet.

I clicked on it gently, a video beginning to play. He had his guitar out.

And he started to play Million Words.

I sat there, all my thoughts vanishing, as I listened to his voice, smooth as chocolate, creating a melting feeling inside of me.

At the end of the video he said looked into the camera before it cut off and I saw the pain in his eyes.

I knew he meant me. I couldn't deny it.

Glancing at the time - 11:03pm - I knew my Mam wouldn't be back until 3am, she'd been invited to someone's wedding do.

It's nearly been a week since I broke up with the man of my dreams and I was slowly picking myself back up again.

I'd invited Lucy over so we could discuss some stuff about her college - I decided not to go, so I'm stuck with working.

The doorbell rang and I lifted myself off my bedsheets, happy I could finally communicate with someone other than my family.

I looked at myself in the mirror - messy hair, simple navy tank top and trackies...not my best look, but it was only Lucy after all.

I sprinted down the stairs and unlocked the door.

"Lucille!" I exclaimed, laughing, but stopped when I traced my eyes over the soft brown curls, belonging to no one other than Brad Simpson.

"Brad?" I stuttered, barely able to contain my anger and excitement.

Before I could react he grabbed me by my waist and crashed his lips against mine, slamming the door shut.

He pushed me back against the wall, running his tanned palm up and down my arm.

I tugged at the curls at the nape of his neck, understanding just how needy we both were at the moment.

I couldn't help but kiss him back - we should really talk. But how can I when he's turning me on by the minute?

He bit my bottom lip and I let him forcefully slide his tongue into my mouth, the only sounds coming out were soft groans.

The eletrical feeling appeared in my stomach at his touch as he led me up my stairs to my bedroom - I had no idea how he knew where it was.

Once we were inside, he pushed me down onto the bed and continued making out.

The feel of his mouth was amazing; I hadn't felt it in so long. He began sliding his cold fingers up my top, making me shiver in anticipation.

He caressed his hands over my chest making me throw my body forwards, my hands still running through his brown locks.

I knew where this was going so I trailed my hand down his shirt, and palmed at the growing bulge through his jeans, a gasp escaping his mouth as I do so.