Blushing Lights (Brendon Urie)

Endless Surprises

Smut warning

Brendon held his hands firmly around my eyes, not allowing me to see a single thing.

"Are we uh... there? Yet?" I chuckle a bit.

I feel Brendon rest his cheek against mine, his body pressing into the back of me before he uncovers my eyes.

All around me, almost every corner of the hotel room, had a soft candle, lighting my path. There was a bottle of champagne, a hot bath had been run with bubbles, chocolate covered strawberries sitting on a silver platter, resting on the bed.

"Wow..." I whisper quietly.

"Once again, too much?" Brendon asks as I make my way through the room.

I grab a strawberry, resting it against my lips as I stare at the talented man in front of me. He looked so good in this lighting, then again, he always looks wonderful.

I slowly take a bite, closing my eyes to enjoy the taste and I hear Brendon's breathing hitch. I chuckle a bit and sit on the bed, finishing the delicious, mouth watering desert.

"Only one thing is missing." My voice was suddenly lower, a bit rougher, but I wanted nothing more than to fuck Brendon Urie.

"Wh-what's that, June?" Brendon stutters, slowly walking toward me.

"The champagne isn't poured." I winked, knowing exactly what he had thought.

Little did he know exactly what I had planned.

"Oh, right." He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly before popping the bottle, pouring two small glasses.

He was limiting himself. Even more of a turn on.

He sits down beside me on the bed and hands me my drink. I take a small sip and watch him take his.

Before he can take another swig, I stop the glass from touching his lips, in one swift movement I push him to the bed and climb on top of him.

He stares up at me in bewilderment, his breaths getting heavier and heavier.

My body was shaking, my heart was thumping loudly, my breathing felt short and my pussy ached for him.

I bite my lip and gently pour my champagne down my shirt, tossing the glass aside and hearing it shatter, but neither of us moved an inch. Neither of us stopped staring.

It was so surreal, I felt fierce, I felt sexy, I felt wanted.

I slowly remove my shirt from my body, revealing my strapless bra and the goosebumps trailing down my stomach.

I spread my legs further apart to lean down to Brendon's ear, whispering softly,

"Clean me up."

Almost instantly I hear another glass, Brendon's glass, shatter on the floor as he turns the position against me, pinning me below him on the bed.

He wastes no time, and I feel his tongue meet my collar bone, licking the top of my breasts, getting every inch of champagne cleaned off of me.

I felt the strawberries smash beneath me but I didn't even care, and neither did he.

I rest up on my elbows and unlatch my bra, every movement I made afterward threatening to expose my bare naked chest.

"Fuck, June." Brendon rolls his eyes and moans, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the love seat beside us.

"I'm still sticky, Brendon." I growl, letting my bra finally fall.

Brendon fell to his elbows, slowly and softly cupping my breasts in his hands, as if worshipping them before taking my left breast into his mouth.