Rock You Senseless -- written by Brittany

http://youtube.com/watch?v=0yKmSeFuKLU (Listen as you read. :D )

Kevin yawns, staring out the window, his chin set on his fist.

"Sleepy, baby?" you ask, knocking him out of his trance.

He looks over at you and smiles warmly. "Not really. Just...a little tired of this all. It's almost routine, you know?"

"I don't, but I understand," you tell him.

"I just want tonight to be different. I'm so used to the red carpet that, dare I say it, it's boring me."

He looks guilty, and you feel sorry for him.

"Well, maybe we can make it different," you smile.

"Yeah? How?" he asks, turning to face you.

"Well, I heard a song earlier today that...made me start thinking," you say, your smile growing.

"This doesn't sound good," Kevin chuckles, crossing his arms and looking at you curiously.

"Well, it's just that with all your latest stress, I haven't seen much of you. And, to quote the song, I want to rock you senseless." You raise your eyebrows and wait for him to reply.

"Rock me...senseless?" he asks, eyeing you.

"Yes," you nod, undoing your seatbelt and sliding across the limo's long seat until your knees are touching.

"This is...forward," Kevin says.

You watch his adam's apple jerk as he swallows, and you smile.

"I can't help it. I have needs, Kevin," you say, swinging your leg over and straddling him.

His hands sit on your hips so you don't fall onto the limo's floor, and he looks at you.

"Um, but there's the driver. And we're going to be there soon and-"

"Kevin, come on. Your wife never does things like this," you say, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth.

"B-But, I don't know if I can," he breathes.

"Try. For me?"

You take one of his hands and slide it over your skirt and up your inner thigh until it hits your hot spot. He groans when he feels the lack of underwear and easily slides a finger into you. You moan quietly and tilt your hips into his hand.

"Feel good?" he asks, and you feel him growing hard through his dress pants.

You nod and tip your head slightly, parting your lips. You feel him add another finger and you bite your lip, grinding against his hand.

"God," Kevin breathes, lifting his hips up as he feels you responding to his touch.

"Make me feel good, Kevin," you say, leaning your head down and kissing him deeply.

He parts your lips with his tounge and teases your tounge gently while thrusting his fingers into you. You moan into his mouth and drag your hands down his chest and to his belt. Lifting your hips slightly, you undo his belt and pants and tug at them. Kevin breaks the kiss and looks at you.

"This is so different than what I'm used to," he admits, looking at you shyly.

"I know, but I think it'll be fun," you smirk, kissing his cheek.

"But the d-driver," he stammers, lifting his hips as you pull on his pants.

His fingers have stopped moving, so you stop and look at him.

"I need you to trust me, Kevin," you tell him, reaching over and pushing the button that locks the barrier between the two of you and the driver.

"I do trust you, but-"

"No buts."

You shake your head and grip his wrist, twisting it so his fingers move. Biting your lip you rest your forehead against his and take in a deep breath.

"What if we get caught?" he asks, slowly moving his fingers.

"We won't if we're fast," you assure him, slipping your hand into his boxers.

You hear him gasp as you wrap your hand around him, and you smile. He hardens in your hand, licks his lips and pushes his hips up slightly.

"Wow," he murmurs, finding your lips.

"It can feel better," you promise, squeezing him gently until he moans.

"Show me," he says, his thumb finding your bundle of hot nerves and moving in circles.

You groan and grind against his hand a few times before taking his wrist and removing his fingers from you. Reaching down you slide his boxers to meet his pants at his knees, and you smile at him. His fingers grip your hips and you watch lust take over his eyes.

"Your wife hasn't been on top before, has she?" you ask, sliding your hands up and down his arms, resisting the urge to move your hips.

"N-No," Kevin says, shaking his head.

"You want to know what it feels like?" you ask, your hand moving down and wrapping around him again.

"Ohhh. Yes," he nods.

You remove your hand and he quickly pulls your hips down until you feel him inside of you. You both moan quietly at first, adjusting to the new feeling.

"G-Go," he breathes, trying to move your hips.

Moving in slow circles, you bite your lip at the feeling. Kevin lets one of his hands roam under your shirt, scratching your back lightly.

"You feel so good," you moan, tangling a hand in his hair and jerking your hips.

He moans in reply, his head tipping back onto the head rest. Placing your other hand on his shoulder, your hips begin to move faster, the roughness of the road below you only adding to your pleasure.

"Ohh yes," Kevin moans, gripping your hips and helping you move.

"We'll arrive in about five minutes, Mr. Jonas," says the driver over the limo's intercom.

"F-Five?" Kevin breathes, looking at you.

"You better fuck me fast then, huh?" you growl into his ear.

He groans and lifts your hips up, then slams you down onto him, making you yelp in delight.

"You like that?" he asks, his hips thrusting into yours.

"God, yes," you moan, dropping your head back.

"How much?" Kevin asks, thrusting into you gently as your hips rock against his.

"So much. God, Kevin. Ohh, don't stop," you breathe, now gripping both his shoulders.

"Faster," he pleads, his hips jerking up into yours roughly.

You rock against him faster, hearing the leather seat creak as you move.

"Yes, just like that," Kevin moans, reaching a hand down and pressing his thumb to your throbbing center.

"Ahhhh," you groan, biting your lip in sheer pleasure.

"Oh my God," he groans, thrusting into you rapidly, his hand moving your hips quickly, his thumb rubbing in hard circles.

"D-Don't stop. I'm so...oh my God, Kevin," you moan loudly, grinding against him.

"Oh fuuuck," he groans through clenched teeth, and you feel him beginning to throb inside of you.

He removes his thumb from you and grips your hips with both hands, thrusting into you hard as you move.

"Ohhhh," you whimper, your hips crashing against his.

"Oh, God. Come on, I'm so close. Make me come," Kevin breathes, his lips parted and his head set back, his eyes half closed.

You let out a throaty moan and circle your hips quickly, your body beginning to tense.

"Right there, Kevin. Oh, God, yes. I'm so...so...ohhh, Kevinnn," you moan, grinding against him a final time before tensing around him and moaning loudly.

He thrusts into you quickly a few more times and then you feel his body release as he moans your name loudly. Your lips meet and you kiss deeply, your hips rocking slowly as you recover.
The kiss becomes gentle and you finally part, both breathing heavily.

"Oh, wow. Wow, wow, wow," Kevin murmurs, his eyes still closed.

"That was amazing," you sigh, reluctantly getting off of him and fixing your clothes quickly.

Kevin pulls his pants up and redoes his belt quickly.

"Better than your wife usually does it?" you ask, looking over at him.

"That was a whole new level," Kevin says, leaning over and kissing you.

You smile and feel the limo come to a stop. You look each other over to make sure you're presentable and the limo door opens. You're greeted with camera flashes and screaming fans, and you watch Kevin get out of the limo before turning and helping you out.The driver looks at the two of you after shutting the limo door, and smiles.

"Have a good night, Mr. and Mrs. Jonas."