In My Life

Chapter 28:

As the rainstorm passed through Liverpool, what was left of the red and orange darkened sun began to set. What started as a cold summer night slowly began to warm up.

But every time John's skin touched the cold grey bricked wall behind him, it brought chills throughout his body. He shot his eyes open and stared at the semi-lit and cold alleyway, making sure nobody was going to interrupt him. Then his eyes trailed down to the dark-haired woman that was on her knees, rapidly sucking him off.

John closed his eyes once more, leaning his head back against the wall, "Mmm, fuck," he groaned loudly, wildly lacing his fingers throughout her hair, "Faster.."

The feeling of her warm saliva of her moving him in and out of her mouth and her tongue consistently moving in circles around his member sent vibrations of pleasure throughout his body. The alleyway was quiet except for the heavy breathy moans from him and wet sounds of her mouth as she brought him in faster.

"Fuck.... Liv, I'm gonna cum," he tightened his grip onto her hair.

She pulled her mouth off him and peered up at John, glaring up his way, "Liv? But.."

"Finish me off!" He growled and forced her head down as he felt her take him back into her mouth, hanging his mouth open. His fingers grasped the strands of her hair once more as he released inside of her mouth following with a loud groan.

His breaths remained strained, chest heaving, and mouth still hanging open when he realised she had already pulled her mouth off him. While his eyes were still closed, he slowly jerked his pants up, buttoning and zipping them back up.

The dark-haired girl stood up and met back up with his face, glaring his way, "Do you even remember what my name is?"

John's eyes opened and met her bright blue eyes, realising what he might have just called her, "Does it look like I care?"

Her hand slapped across the side of his face, "Fuck off," she bent down and quickly grabbed her things, standing back up and angrily stormed out of the alley.

"Thanks for that, love," he called out to her with a smug grin on his face. John stood upright and started to roam down the alley. The truth was, he was just too drunk to care about anything at this point. He got what he needed from her; the feeling of being wanted and receiving some pleasure and release. It was becoming a daily, if not a weekly thing for him but he didn't care anymore. He still had his band, and things were beginning to progress, and that's all that mattered to him.

Meanwhile, the Jacaranda was just beginning to fill up with mounds of people as the music roared throughout the cement walls. The smell of alcohol reeked among the room, along with the chatter and laughs that filled the venue.

Paul sat at a table in the corner of the venue with his arm around his new girlfriend, Dot. George placed himself across from him with another young man wearing dark sunglasses.

Dot and Paul had been seeing each other for a while now but had made things official a month ago. Though she was only 16, Paul seemed to like how mature she appeared for her age. She was unique than the girls he knew and grew up with, as far as looks and personality and knew she was a keeper.

The dark-haired man sitting across from Paul and Dot was John's friend from art school, Stuart Sutcliffe. It appeared he enjoyed keeping to himself most days and was usually a mysterious person, but even so, he was John's friend, and George and Paul did their best to make him feel accepted and wanted.

"Is that a new hair colour on ya, Dot?" Stu leaned back into his chair, exhaling his cigarette smoke into the air.

She giddily grinned, touching a small strand of curls, "It is! Do you like it? Paul thought I should try out the blonde colour this time."