Title: Country Mix-Up
Chapter 29
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokio Hotel, or any of the songs that I may use by other country stars such as Trace Adkins, Tom McGraw, or Kenny Chesney. They are their songs, and I have claim to them other than owning them on CD or MP3.
However I do own Annaed Sparza, she's my country star, she's five six, has bright silvery white hair, bright gold eyes, a skinny body and a tan complexion.
Authoress Note: Ok, here goes chapter twenty nine!
For those of you who do not know, the guys on my banner are some of the boys from Escape the Fate! Johnnie, Joe, and Mike. Annaed is the woman, obviously, and you all should know Tokio Hotel by NOW. Lol.
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Annaed was on her bunk in the bus, they were heading for Canada merely on a whim… and a concert or three.
She was idly braiding a lock of her hair, completely zoned out.
It was only when a hand landed on her cheek that she jumped and looked up.
Only Bill, his eyes were kind, his lips in a smile.
Annaed left off braiding her hair and slid over in the bunk, making room for him.
Bill slid in and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his lips to hers and turning so he was over her. Annaed closed her eyes, arms sliding around Bill's neck.
When they parted she was panting a little for air. Bill sighed and rubbed his hands down her body, sliding them under her shirt and rubbing his fingers across her skin soothingly.
Annaed brought his head back down and kissed him again, harder this time. She opened her mouth and slid her tongue across the bottom of his lips.
Bill opened his mouth and she slipped her tongue into his mouth, sliding it around and playing with his.
Bill groaned, his hands gripped her sides and he moved his crotch down to rub against hers.
Annaed hummed in acknowledgment of the hard-on he currently sported. Bill pressed his body closer to hers, breaking away from the kiss and moving his lips down her neck, sucking and nipping.
She let her hands crawl under his shirt, lifting the fabric so she could get under it. When they were immersed in fabric Annaed brought her nails down and scraped them up his spine.
Bill hissed and moved his hips a bit more energetically.
Annaed smiled and tilted her head back a little more so he could have more access to her neck.
Bill stopped kissing her neck and laid his head on her shoulder, still rubbing his pelvic area harshly against hers.
She heard muted pants coming from his mouth, felt his hands unclasping her bra. Annaed opened her eyes lazily and dragged her right hand down his side, nails still digging in.
Bill jerked and moaned, lifting his head and pressing a rough kiss against Annaed's mouth.
His hands took the shirt from her body, bra with it, and tossed it over his shoulder. Annaed heard it thump against the back wall of the bunk.
She responded to the shirt removal in kind, taking his off and throwing it over his shoulder where it joined her shirt and bra. Bill lowered his head and his mouth found her left breast, taking it and sucking lightly, placing a light nip every so often.
Annaed arched her back, low moans falling from her mouth.
Bill placed his hands on her pants and unbuttoned them, taking the zipper in his fingers and sliding it down.
The pants came off slowly, her underwear with them.
Once he had them off all the way he flipped them behind him, a leg fell out of the bunk. Annaed closed her eyes when she felt his hands on her legs, spreading them and then holding them apart.
His hot mouth and tongue were on her intimates; Annaed lifted her hands and fisted them in the pillow under her head.
Bill licked her pussy, taking pleasure in the moans falling from her mouth. He slipped his tongue inside her crevice and twisted it slightly, moving it in and out.
Annaed curled her toes, the feeling of his mouth and tongue was one thing, but he had a tongue stud, it doubled her pleasure.
She clenched her teeth, inhaling through them and then exhaling, creating a hissing noise with every breath.
Bill sucked, licked, and nipped, his mouth working slowly.
Annaed almost screamed when she finally came, but was able to clamp her mouth shut and tighten her jaws so it wouldn't escape and the other boys would come running to see if she was dying.
Bill lapped eagerly, tasting her essence and then, when there was no more, crawling back up her body. He placed his kisses everywhere on the way up, soft lips meeting equally soft flesh.
When he was back at her head he lowered his head and took her mouth, placing a chaste kiss there as well.
Annaed deepened it, tasting her essence on his tongue.
Bill broke the kiss. "You taste like oranges." He whispered, unbuckling his belt and then unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.
Annaed pushed them down with him. "I've heard girls acquire a taste of something if they eat a lot of it." She told him.
"It's a wonder you don't taste like candy then." Bill pushed his mouth back onto hers and finally kicked off the pants.
Annaed smirked but wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him to her.
Bill pushed his boxers off with one hand, the other on her cheek.
Annaed moaned as he pushed into her without waiting any longer, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Bill hissed and his hands found their places on her hips, he slid out and then in.
Annaed found that her hands were back in the pillow, squeezing it.
Bill hunched over, driving his cock out and then in her body, trying to keep the moans to a minimum.
Everyone was on the bus, it was a rule they didn't bring groupies onto it and fuck them… but they didn't say anything about fucking other band mates, did they?
Looks like someone found a loophole.
Annaed tilted her hips up into Bill's with each thrust inside, she had her jaw locked, making sure nothing other than whimpers were escaping.
Bill angled his thrusts and drove in harder, faster. He felt sweat starting to cover his skin, but he didn't care, nothing mattered to him in this moment other than Annaed.
They panted together, sweat sticking to their skin, hands molded to either a pillow or soft, supple, skin.
Bill reached his high seconds after Annaed stiffened under his hands and cock. She barely made any sound, but from the way her walls were clenching him, milking him, he knew that she had come.
His own climax was harsh, bringing him to almost a stop before he was dry and collapsing on top of his girlfriend.
Annaed's hands unclenched, she lifted them and placed them on Bill's back. They both panted, air going into their exhausted bodies.
"Tha' was fun." Annaed commented dryly after a couple of minutes gasping in air.
Bill sighed and kissed her neck before groping for the blanket, somewhere with their abandoned clothes, and drawing it over their bodies.
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Annaed bounced around in the green room; it was at least twenty minutes to show time. She clicked on a song from her playlist and then bopped her head to the beginning beats.
She and her boys were sharing the room with Tokio Hotel, everyone was psyched.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Wasted
Ha, ha, ha, ha."
Joe and Johnnie started bobbing their heads as well.
"Ha, rock star lifestyle might don't make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning ten o' clock dranking."
She started dancing provocatively, not caring that dancing like that may be bad for her with Bill in the room.
"Party, party, party, let's all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send twenty more cases."
She twirled around, head banging.
"Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney
Gucci no hippie but it's on like Jimy X
Pill poppers geeked up krazy whole click rolling
Everyone wasted purple codine sprite."
Then she started rapping along with the song, Joe joining her.
"Pink don't wasted, mix up, grandma drunk it
Then taste it, now grandma sipping syrup
Leaning wasted walking 'round fuck up
Twisting her finga home gurl."
Annaed laughed, still moving and singing.
"Slipped up drunk got wasted now
She back stage an she tryna get famous
Hit me up the drinky, drinky Gucci Mane
Shake it, club night, damn right, Gucci Mane wasted."
Soon enough a body was pressed against hers, she recognized Bill's arms, curled around to her front.
"Rock star lifestyle might don't make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning ten clock dranking."
She dirty danced with him, smiling widely and singing all the while.
"Party, party, party, let's all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send twenty more cases."
Annaed head bopped a little more, grinding her hips back into Bill's.
His low groan reached her ears.
"I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys
But I do get wasted like the white boys
Now I'm looking for a bitch to suck dis almond joy
Said she gotta stop sucking 'cause her jaw's sore."
Joe was rapping right along with her, Johnnie started up too, and Mike banged air drums.
"Gotta bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor
Party just popping up but now he rolling more
Rolled on, three pills now, he on four I don't know, why?
But that remy turned into a whore."
She felt Bill's hands inching into her pants, she turned them so they faced the wall. She didn't want catcalls.
"Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces
Got the forty on my waist and it's off safety
'Bout forty goons wit me and we all wasted
Only remy straight tonight dawg no chasing."
Bill slid a hand into her pants, cupping her beneath the material, but over her underwear.
A chin on her shoulder, Annaed kept singing.
"Rock star lifestyle might don't make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning ten o' clock dranking."
They kept dancing, only the two knowing that Bill was stroking her sex.
"Party, party, party, let's all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send twenty more cases."
Annaed's hat fell to the floor, knocked off her head by Bill's outstanding hair.
"Only click faded we geeked up crazy
Big boy bracelet we white boy wasted
No shirt, fuck it unless your arms tatted
We slapping trunk disgusted the liquor."
Annaed laughed when Bill's hand that wasn't in her pants brushed a ticklish spot on her belly.
Bill stopped moving the hand under her pants.
"Keep wasting two eighty five east side me and Plies wasted
Racing seven big booty broads chasing spring break
Fifty thousand white girls shake it some dancing naked
But everyone wasted magic city Monday."
Annaed felt his hand coming out of her pants, she grabbed it and the other when they started to go for her stomach.
"Ball players wasted this one for yo' uncle
Drinking Thunderbird wasted twelve pack wasted
I need more cases and Gucci not a racist
All my diamonds Caucasians."
She held onto his hands, bumping and grinding with him more to distract him from tickling her.
"Rock star lifestyle might don't make it
Living life high everyday click wasted
Sipping on purple stuff rolling up stanky
Wake up in the morning ten clock dranking."
A soft knock at the door, but they all ignored it.
By now almost everyone was singing, whether they knew the words or not.
"Party, party, party, let's all get wasted
Shake it for me baby girl, do it butt naked
I'm so wasted, she so wasted shout the bartender
Send twenty more cases."
The door opened and Mari walked in, going directly for the stereo and turning off the music.
Immediately all eyes were on her, she smiled. "It's time for you guys to get onstage." She announced.
Annaed sighed, detaching herself from Bill's embrace, he turned her before she could walk away though.
She looked up at him and he kissed her gently.
Then Mari pulled her away and out the door with Mike and Johnnie behind them.
Joe had already left the room.
Bill sighed and sat back down on the couch, glaring at his pants.
Tom laughed at him. "Should we bring her back?" he teased in German. "She could fix your problem real quick, maybe."
Bill flipped him off and got up, heading for the bathroom.
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