Cherry

the control room of the LA studio smelled like cigarettes, spilled whiskey and electric smell that only comes from hours of cranking amps. it was well past midnight and the rest of the band and crew had finally cleared out, leaving behind empty beer bottles, half-finished takes on the tape reels and the low hum of equipment

you weren’t supposed to be here

you were just the little nineteen years old intern who’d been grabbing coffee and picking cables for the last three weeks, trying not to stare too hard at him

Billy fucking Idol

the man whose dumb sexy face had been plastered on your bedroom wall since you were bold enough to sneak his records past your parents

he hadn’t left with the others

instead, he was sprawled in the big producer’s chair, boots kicked up on the mixing board, a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels dangling from his fingers. his shirt was unbuttoned, showing the pale chest and the glisten of sweat from the long session. when he caught you lingering in the doorway, trying to pretend you were just cleaning up, that wicked grin across his face

“Well, well… look what the cat dragged in” he purred “Thought you’d run off with the rest of the good little girls, love”

your heart slammed against your ribs. you’d been stealing glances at him all night—watching the way his hips moved when he sang, the way those tight leather pants left nothing to the imagination. now his eyes were locked on you, dragging slowly down your body like he was already imagining peeling you out of your clothes

“I… I was just—” you started but he cut you off with a low chuckle

“C’mere”

it wasn’t a request, not even close

the way he said it sent heat rushing straight between your thighs. you stepped closer, the thick carpet muffling your footsteps until you were standing right in front of him. he didn’t move at first—just looked up at you with predatory stare, taking another slow swig from the bottle before setting it aside

“I saw you were watching me all night, baby” he murmured, reaching out to hook a finger into the waistband of your jeans, tugging you forward until your knees bumped his “Those big doe eyes following my every move. You thought I wouldn’t notice?”

your breath hitched as his hand slid higher, palm flattening against your stomach under your shirt

“I couldn’t help it” your voice was barely audible over the low buzz of the monitors

Billy’s grin widened “Good. I like it when pretty little things can’t keep their eyes off me”

he pulled you down suddenly, guiding you to straddle his lap right there in the chair. the hard bulge already straining against his leather pants pressed right up against your pussy and you couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped you. his hands gripped your hips possessively, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he rocked you slowly against him, letting you feel exactly what you were doing to him

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl” he growled against your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below it “You're so young and already dripping for an old rock dog like me, that's nasty baby. You're not exactly a good girl aren't you?”

you nodded frantically, hands fisting in his open shirt, feeling the lean muscle underneath. he smelled like leather, sweat and expensive cologne mixed with that unmistakable scent that made your head spin. one of his hands slid up your back, tangling in your hair and yanking your head back so he could drag his mouth down the column of your throat—biting, licking, sucking marks that would be impossible to hide tomorrow

his free hand worked its way under your shirt, cupping your breast roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple until it hardened

“You’re shaking, baby” he teased, voice low and mocking “That nervous or just fucking eager?”

“B-both” you admitted breathlessly

Billy laughed and suddenly stood up, lifting you with him like you weighed nothing. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried you over to the big leather couch in the corner, the one littered with discarded lyric sheets and a forgotten pack of cigarettes

he dropped you onto it, towering over you like a predator. his gaze roamed greedily over your body as he slipped off his leather jacket, letting it fall onto the floor

“Strip” he ordered, already reaching for his belt buckle “Slowly”

your hands trembled as you obeyed, peeling off your shirt under his burning gaze. he palmed himself through his pants while you did. when you were down to just your panties, he crawled over you, caging you in with his arms

“That’s my good girl” he purred, sliding a hand between your thighs and pressing the heel of his palm against your soaked now pussy. you arched into him with a whimper “So fucking wet already. This tight little cunt been aching for me all night?”

you could only moan in response as he rubbed slow, teasing circles, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples and sucking hard but he quickly went up with his kisses

Billy’s mouth crashed against yours, devouring you like a man possessed. the kiss was pure filth—tongue fucking your mouth in deep, obscene strokes while his fingers finally shoved your panties aside and plunged two fingers straight into your soaked pussy without warning

“Fuuuuck” he growled against your lips, voice already wrecked “You're so goddamn tight. This little cunt’s sucking me in already”

you cried out, back arching violently off the leather couch as white-hot pleasure shot through you. he was relentless, pumping his fingers fast and hard, curling them against that perfect spot inside you while his thumb ground circles on your clit. his eyes never left your face, drinking in every moan, every desperate twitch of your hips like he was feeding off your pleasure

“Look at you” he rasped, that signature sneer twisting into something feral “You love this, don’t you? Love getting finger fucked by Billy fucking Idol on the same couch that you were cleaning up earlier”

“Yes—fuck, yes!” you gasped, grinding down on his hand shamelessly. the wet squelching sounds echoing obscenely in the quiet control room

he pulled his fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss, only to shove them into his own mouth and suck your juices off with a filthy moan “Sweet as sin” he muttered. then he was on you again, yanking your panties down your legs and tossing them somewhere into the darkness

Billy stood just long enough to rip open his leather pants and shove them down his thighs. his cock sprang free— the tip already glistening with pre-cum. he stroked himself slowly, smirking down at you like the devil himself

“On your knees first, baby. Show me how bad you want it”

you scrambled to obey, dropping to your knees on the carpet in front of him. he tangled his hand in your hair and guided his cock to your lips. you opened wide, taking him in as deep as you could, tongue swirling around the underside while he groaned low and dirty

“That’s it… good fucking girl. Suck it just like that”

he fucked your mouth with shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, hitting the back of your throat while praising you “Fuck, your throat feels like heaven. Look up at me—yeah, just like that. Eyes watering and still begging for more. You’re gonna make me lose it, honey”

just when you thought he was close, he pulled out with a wet pop and hauled you up, spinning you around and bending you over the arm of the couch. your ass was up, face pressed into the leather as he kicked your legs wider

without another word he slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep

“A—ah!!” you moaned

the stretch was insane—burning pleasure that had your toes curling and your pussy clenching around his cock

Billy didn’t give you time to adjust

he started pounding into you like a man possessed, hips snapping with raw energy. every thrust was deep and punishing, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the studio along with your broken moans

“Take it” he snarled, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, the other reaching around to rub your clit furiously “Take every fucking inch, you tight little thing. This cunt was made to take my cock”

you were lost in it—completely overwhelmed by the intensity of Billy in full sex-demon mode. he fucked like he performed. he’d slow down just to grind deep, rolling his hips in filthy circles that made your eyes roll back, then suddenly slammed into you again until you were sobbing with pleasure

he leaned over your back, blond spikes brushing your shoulder, teeth sinking into your neck as he growled right in your ear:

“You feel that? That’s my cock owning this pussy. Gonna ruin you for anyone else. Every time you touch yourself after tonight you’ll only think of me”

he flipped you onto your back without pulling out, throwing your legs over his shoulders so he could drive even deeper. the new angle had you seeing stars. his hand wrapped around your throat—not choking, just holding you there, possessive and dominant—while he fucked you into the couch

your orgasm hit you hard. you came around his cock, walls fluttering and squeezing him as you screamed his name, shaking uncontrollably

Billy groaned deeply at the feeling but his pace slowed just a little as he felt your body start to tremble harder—not from more pleasure but from exhaustion. he could sense you were spent, your legs shaking, your voice turning hoarse and breathy

“Easy, love… I’ve got you” he murmured, voice dropping low but surprisingly tender. he kept fucking you but slower now, deep and grinding rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive spot without overwhelming you

“You’re so fucking perfect like this” he whispered hotly against your lips, still buried deep inside you “All flushed and fucked out… my sweet little mess”

his thrusts stayed slow and deliberate, savoring every slick slide, every little whimper you made. one of his hands cupped your face gently, thumb stroking your cheek while he kissed you

“You feel so good, baby… so warm and tight around me” he groaned, nipping at your bottom lip “Gonna fill you up, alright my love? Want you dripping with me when you leave”

you nodded weakly, clinging to his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by the contrast of his demonic intensity and this sudden soft possessiveness. Billy’s hips stuttered as he got closer and with a low, guttural moan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing deep inside you. the feeling of his hot cum flooding your pussy made you moan softly, even in your exhausted state

he stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. then he gently pulled out and lowered your legs, pulled you into the couch and wrapped his leather jacket around your bare shoulders. his hand stroked your back in slow circles while he pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your temple—adorable little gestures that felt strangely perfect coming from the same man who’d just ruined you

“Fuck… you’re addictive” he murmured, voice hoarse, that wicked smirk softening into something almost boyish “Didn’t expect a pretty little intern to wreck me like this. Stay a little longer with me tonight, hmm? I’ll take care of you”

he kissed you again, slow and sweet this time