I swear to God, My intentions were gold

I explained to Callie that I was just going to meet up with the rest of the band and that I'd be back at the apartment whenever. The four of us left going our separate ways. Alan and I walked three blocks to his hotel, hand in hand, talking aimlessly. Before I knew it, he was sliding his room key through he door and lead me inside. He offered me a drink but I politely declined and went towards the couch in the first room of the fairly large suite. He approached the couch slipping off his leather jacket and setting his hat down on the table. He landed right next to me, flinging his toned arm around my shoulder all in one moment.

"So how'd you like the show tonight?"
"Oh it was amazing! I loved - " I began but abruptly stopped when his lips met mine.

It was so slow and gentle. He pulled away from my face just enough to see my reaction before he leaned in once again. His lips felt so perfect against mine and I was already craving more. Alan's hands began to travel to my thighs. Dragging them ever so lightly from my knee to the rim of my shorts. He slipped his hand in between my knees gently graving the skin on my inner thighs. I let out a slight moan into his mouth when he bit down on my bottom lip. He pulled me into his lap. He was slouched on the couch with me straddling over him, intertwining tongues and giving sweet kisses. I tangled my fingers through his red hair with one hand and the other hand on his chest for support. He traced his hands down the sides of my torso sending a chill through my spine. My body jumped at the touch because it tickled. Alan let out a laugh before he grabbed onto my sides a bit firmer. Nothing tickled now, but it was definitely getting heated. He flipped me over so that I was flat on my back. He spread my legs and my heart began to race. I knew what he was about to do. Something I wasn't ready for. But instead he just layed his body inbetween them pressing his chest against me, and his hips pushed against mine.

Alan grinded his waist against me as he lifted my neck with one hand and slammed his lips into mine I was beginning to get turned on by all of his actions I didn't even stop his other hand from slipping under my shirt. Alan pulled his fingers up to the top rim of my bra, barely curling them and tracing down the length of it. His hand reached the middle of my bra and he pulled it out, popping it lightly against my skin. He pulled away from the kiss to look me in the eyes, like he was asking if it was alright before he reached behind me, lifting me back up into his lap and unclasping my bra's hooks. He looked me in the eyes again to make sure I was okay with it. I sent him a slight nod and within seconds my bra had fell to the floor. We both sat up, giving me a chance to pull his shirt off. After, the two of us pulled each other in for another kiss.

He grabbed a hold of my hand and tugged me through a short hallway, leading to the bed room. He dimmed the lights, I knew where this was going, but I wasn't going to stop it from happening. You only live once, right? The room was almost dark, and he layed me on my back with my hair fanned on the pillows. Alan began kissing me so lightly that I was practically begging for more But Alan doesn't hurry his pace. He began to drag his kisses lower than your lips, placing the soft kisses on your neck and slowly inching up back up to my jawline. He gave me one quick kiss on the lips, but bit down gently on the bottom lip again.

Alan dragged his body further down and kissed between my boobs. Lowering his lips down to my stomach, and down even lower, towards the buttons to your shorts. He looks up and sees my face is filled with pleasure. He then moves to the buttons on my shorts, undoing them as slowly as possible. Teasing me, almost. As soon as they were off he stood up to remove his black skinny jeans. I admired his briefs, with cartoon cats printed over the fabric. I couldn't help but giggle under my breathe. But not quietly enough because he shot me a look and removed them swiftly.

There he was. The man of my dreams standing naked. In front of me. My jaw dropped and I couldn't believe what was happening. He moved over to me and grabbed a hold of my panties with his teeth, slowly gliding them off over my legs. I lifted my feet to help him slide them off all the way. He nudged me over so he could lay on the bed next to me. I tangled legs with him, the both of us laying on your sides facing each other, as he whispers sweetly in my ears.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked with a slight look of concern on his face.

I nodded and pusedh him flat on his back, throwing one of my legs over his lap, straddling over him. I looked him in the eyes passionately. Leaving one more kiss on his lips. I followed his head to the pillows, still straddling him as the two of us interlocked our lips. Alan's kisses become needier. More aggressive. I knew exactly what this man needed.

"Do you happen to have a condom?" I asked shyly.

Alan reached for the night stand drawer but my hand beat his to it.

"I've got this." I assured him.

I pull out a square, red foil wrapper. Tearing it gently on the corner and pulling the packaging open. It's slimy, but I grabbed it with my fingers and leaned over him, slowly reaching for his member and rolling the latex down his length. I was amazed to see how big he was. I couldn't help but bite my own lip with pleasure. I shot a half smile his way and he pulled me to the bed, flipping me over on my hands and knees. He positioned himself behind me and gave my ass a firm squeeze before I started to beg him to fuck me already. Alan let out a laugh and slowly pushed himself into me. I reached out to clench my fists over the sheets. He slowed down enough for me to adjust to his size before he began swaying his hips faster, pulling my hips back towards his.

He noticed my fists loosen and he picked up his pace even more. Alan then grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair and gently pulled back on it. He demanded me to say his name. But I was so breathless. I managed to moan "Al - Alaaaaan!" with what little breathe I had left. A knot started to from in my lower abdomen and I knew I was getting close. My fists tightened around the sheets again. Alan stopped abruptly and flipped me over to my back so he could continue inside me while kissing me with his soft lips. As soon as my back hit the sheets he planted his lips firmly against my own and picked up his speed even more. I reached my climax but Alan didn't stop.

I could tell he was close to reaching his as well, so I sat up a little more while he was still thrusting in between my knees. Panting and gasping for my own breath I whispered his name in his ear. It drove him crazy. I placed my hands on his back, then his thrusts got unbelievably quicker. I could tell I was about to climax again and you dig your long nails into the skin on his back. Your scratching made him release his climax right then and my second one, as well. He put in another couple of lazy thrusts while kissing my lips. Then collapsed beside me, pulling off the condom and throwing it aimlessly in the room. Alan pulled a sheet over the two of us and fell asleep spooning me, still naked. How could I sleep with so many thoughts running through my mind?

Notes

Sorry, I had to. What's a good fan fiction without smut though? Hope you enjoy!
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