Being Bad is oh so Good

You knew he was upset, he showed it to you just by a look. You were told to stay backstage and watch on the monitor, but you decided to disobey and go to the barricade. Taylor came down the stage right in front of where you were standing with the fans and turned his head slowly toward your direction, the vein in his neck prominent with how much he was holding back and gave you the most domineering look you had ever seen in his eyes. He looked downright dangerous and you knew you were in for it.

You watched a couple more songs and then snuck back to wait. Your body was already spiked with adrenaline from the show, but even more so knowing that Tay was hyped up and pissed. He hated when you disobeyed, but you loved it. He was always rougher, more feral and it made it that much more fun for the both of you.

The band finally all came backstage and were exhausted. They all greeted you and gave you high fives or small hugs. You hadn’t seen Tay yet, but finally, he came around the corner and his brown eyes were dark. He stalked right up to you and lifted you from the seat you were in. He ran his hands roughly up and down your sides and then grabbed your ass and pressed your body right up against his. You looked up into his eyes and you could see the arousal building already. You shifted your weight between your feet and innocently asked, “What’s wrong, Taylor?”

He looked down at you and scoffed, “You know what’s wrong.” He kneaded your ass in his large hands, and it made you whimper. You rubbed your thighs together needing some kind of friction to get the edge off. He delivered a quick slap to one side of your ass and you stopped moving.

“You were supposed to stay back here.” He growled out.

“I know, but I wanted to see you.” You whispered.

His eyes got even darker and he whispered, “Now you get to deal with the consequences.”

You whined at his words and he kissed you hard and sucked your bottom lip into his teeth, biting down softly. You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck. He bent slightly and slid his hands down your thighs and lifted you up. You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you into one of the extra rooms. There were a few tables with chairs around them and a couple of stray staff members mingling about.

He looked at them and shouted, “Out. Now.” They all scrambled out of the room at his rough tone. Once the last person left and shut the door, Tay placed you down on the end of one of the tables. Being too impatient he didn’t take your clothes off, being in a skirt also made that much easier. He slipped his hands up your thighs to your panties and took them off. He stuffed them into his pocket and then palmed himself through his jeans.

“Open your legs, baby, and lift your skirt,” he commands.

You run your hands down your body while giving him a coy smile, and once you reach the hem of your skirt you slowly bring it up your legs. Once you get it around your waist you bring your hands back down to your thighs and tease him by keeping them closed. You were pushing your luck and you knew it.

“If you want this dick you better open those legs right now.”

You immediately opened your legs and he licked his lips at the sight of your dripping core. He smirked and said, “So wet.” You smiled up at him and watched as he slowly opens his jeans and pulls them and his boxers down to his mid-thigh. You shiver in anticipation of what’s next. He steps closer and while holding the base of his shaft he runs the tip up and down your pussy lips coating it in your wetness. You both moan at the feeling and you wiggle your hips to get him to go faster. He places his free hand on your hip and holds you down to make you stop.

“Please, Tay,” you whimper.

“Please what?” he asks sweetly, but there’s a hunger in his words.

“Fuck me,” you say, your eyes are already blown wide with lust. Your legs are quivering with the need to have him inside you now.

With that, he pushes into you deep. You arch your back and moan out loud. He doesn’t hold back thrusting into you, your hands gripping the sides of the table your knuckles turn white. The only sounds you hear other than your own breath are skin against skin. “Tay,” you gasp out.

He grunts and keeps going. All you can do is hold on as he continues to fuck you. Your body is tense, and you clench around him, knowing you’ll explode soon. “Tay, I’m close.” He eases up just enough to take the edge off and you whine.

Once he feels that you come back from the edge, he starts up again, thrusting fast and deep, hitting your g-spot exactly right that it has you trembling in his hands. Your head thrashing back and forth at the sensations he’s giving you. The way he fills you and his hard grip on your hips is intoxicating. You clench your walls around him again and he slows. And then again when you’re brought back, he’s back at it, fucking you roughly. Two more times he brings you to the brink of insanity as he edges you along.

All you can do is moan and whimper, calling out curses and chants of his name as he pounds into you with no abandon. You grab his wrists as he continues his assault on your pussy, feeling his length throb inside you as you clench one last time around him. He pulls out quickly as you scream his name and cum hard, your release dripping down your core and onto the floor. With just a couple pumps of his cock he also cums all over your thighs with a loud moan and his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” you pant softly.

“Yeah, fuck,” he replies, “Maybe next time you’ll actually listen to me.” He steps back to find some napkins and cleans the both of you up the best he can.

You giggle at him and muse, “Yeah, maybe.” He smirks knowing that you won’t, and you’ll have to be taught another lesson all over again.