Motley Crue - You're All I Need (Vince Neil/Nikki Sixx/Tommy Lee/Heather)

59: Runnin' with the Devil (Flashback)

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- four years ago -

* for reference, this flashback occurs between chapters 4 & 5 *

~ Amanda's POV ~

"You aren't sick of me yet?" I asked, leaning in closer to Vince and making sure that my voice sounded flirty.

"Not quite," Vince said, flashing a charming smile at me.

I chuckled and nervously looked to my finger that was tracing circles on the rim of my glass of whiskey. I couldn't help but notice the way that the condensation of the glass pooled up under it, making the surface of the bar glisten in the dim lighting.

"I didn't think that rockstars wanted anything to do with the girl the morning after," I teased, finally gaining the confidence to look up at him again.

"They don't," Vince said, leaning in so close to me that our faces were nearly touching. "But you aren't just any girl, are you?"

I didn't even give him a response, instead locking our lips together tightly as my hand trailed to the back of his neck. The taste of whiskey was on both of our breaths, but the feeling of his lips against mine made the taste even sweeter.

I didn't even care if I had only known Vince for a few weeks, or how questionable I felt about sleeping around with him, all I knew was that I loved him. He made me feel some kind of way, and I never wanted that feeling to end.

I knew there was a really good chance...scratch that, certain chance...that he would probably stop paying any attention to me once the next hot piece of ass came around. But I couldn't find one bone in my body that cared.

Sure, I knew that I'd be crushed if that happened. But it wasn't going to stop me from kissing him more forcefully in this moment, running a hand up his thigh in excitement.

"Oh baby," Vince said, pulling back from my kisses so that he could whisper lowly to me. "You can't tease me like that."

"Who says I'm teasing?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the side as I slid my hand right between his legs.

Vince groaned as he looked deeply into my eyes, a smirk falling to his face as he stood up quickly in front of me. He didn't hesitate before scooping me off of the bar stool and setting me on his shoulder.

I knew exactly where he was taking me, right to the bathrooms. This bar was way dirtier than the Rainbow, in a totally hot and sexy kind of way. At least to my late-teenaged self it was.

- smut starts here -

Vince kicked open one of the stall doors and set me down, immediately planting kisses all along my neck. Once the kisses reached the collar of my shirt, he reached his hands down and lifted it off of me, throwing it outside of the stall. He looked to me with a devious grin before locking his lips with mine again.

He started to back up, pulling me with him. He sat down on the filthiest toilet in the world, pulling me down to straddle his lap. I did so gladly, paying absolutely no mind to the gross room that we were in. All I cared about was being with him, my body feeling like I desperately needed him in this moment.

As his lips started to suck on the top of my chest, leaving black and blue marks behind, his hand trailed down between my thighs. He slid his hand under my underwear, tracing his fingers between my folds as he started to kiss me harder. I moaned lightly into the kiss, but tried to keep it down.