JO/GAGA - Dangerous and Kinda Trashy (oneshot)
Title::..Dangerous and Kinda Trashy
Rating::..M for a sex scene and coarse language
Genre::..Romance
Characters::..Jo Calderone and Lady Gaga
Author’s Note::..I don’t know how y’all felt about it, but I absolutely loved Swinefest, it was thrill-a-minute and all of the new songs were just a complete overload of awesomeness, not to mention the overwhelming relief of getting to see Gaga do her thing again. I think she was a genius to play only new songs. The one that I love the most is Sex Dreams; I started listening to it on repeat and can’t get enough of it, I think it’s one of my favourite songs of Gaga’s already. The awesomely dirty song inspired this fic, I didn’t really stick to the story of the song, just embraced the theme of celebrating smut and being a bit naughty. I’ve done so many fluffy, romantic and sweet stories lately I was worried y’all would think I’d turned into a bit of a pussy and so I’m hopefully breaking that idea by offering you this smut. The fic is based pre-The Fame.
Summary::..After watching her perform on stage Lady Gaga starts popping up in Jo Calderone’s sex dreams.
Staring at the scantily dressed woman on the stage it dawned upon Jo Calderone the huge amount of time that had passed since he’d had sex. It made his body ache, he hadn’t noticed the time passing until this moment and now it was all he could think about. This was all the fault of the dancing woman, prancing around in her underwear and fishnets, how could he stop his mind from going there?
At the beginning it had all seemed too weird. The stages in bars like this were usually dominated by whingey indie kids with guitars or messy-looking rock bands shouting into their microphones. Then two women had arrived with a keyboard and turntables. They started to play pop music, drawing more attention to how out of place they were.
Jo didn’t think he would be into it; plastic pop had never been his scene. But there was something about the girl behind the keyboard, she had an undeniable charisma. He had never seen a woman in a bra made up of mirrored tiles before. She sang like a rock star, growling and screeching into the microphone. She couldn’t keep herself still at the keyboard, whipping her blonde hair all over and jigging like a woman possessed. Her enthusiasm was infectious.
It was when she stepped onto centre stage that he stopped pretending he wasn’t enjoying the show. He lost any sense of social etiquette, staring directly at her, his mouth gaping open in his shock. At that moment he thought she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. She kept balance on her very high heels, gyrating and bumping her lean body around.
She didn’t have any shame, which made him feel less ashamed of the things he was imagining doing with/to her. She wasn’t afraid of her sexuality because she was in control of it and this served to make the whole performance even more attractive. Her cockiness was a contributing factor in turning him on, she was fearless. She placed herself on the ground (taking a break from singing to do more of her bizarre dancing) and bucked her hips into the air in time to the beat, one hand resting upon her inner-thigh. He shifted the collar of his shirt uncomfortably, attempting to ignore the scorching flames of desire filling his gut. At this rate he wouldn’t make it through the whole show, he would have to excuse himself for the bathroom before they reached the conclusion. It had gotten unbearably hot in here.
He managed to not lose his mind entirely and watched the whole show without revealing his excitement to the rest of the bar. The blonde singer joined hands with her brunette deejay and they bowed. They left the stage to a generous applause, Jo wasn’t sure if he clapped, he was too distracted staring at the blonde’s ass as she left the stage.
“Pretty nuts, huh?” Hank, the guy who had gotten Jo to come with him tonight, asked as he wore an impressed smile. Jo had forgotten his friend from work was even there. He blinked a series of times, trying to clear his mind. He turned mechanically to Hank, feeling a little dizzy. “That’s my sister; she’s always been bonkers like that.”
This was the perfect motivation for Jo to strap a muzzle on his hormones. There was an unwritten law about staying away from the sister of a friend.
Then Hank went on talking. He explained that the women went by the titles of Lady Starlight and Lady Gaga, two best friends performing together. He cleared up the confusion by pointing out that his sister was the brunette, not Lady Gaga.
Shit, this meant she was not only super sexy, but also super available.
*
It shouldn’t have served as any great surprise when she appeared in his dream a couple of nights later. He hadn’t been aware of ongoing thoughts of her. But she had maintained her spot in his mind, lurking in his subconscious and waiting for the darkness to fall so she could pounce.
Jo had been exhausted after a long day of work at the garage, falling into bed far earlier than usual. This was when Lady Gaga came out of the shadows, invading the expansive space of his imagination.
In his dream she wasn’t wearing much. But the disco bra had been replaced by a more traditional lacy black bra, to match the lace G-string she wore. The high heels were still in place as she strutted toward where he sat in the abandoned room.
She mounted him on the chair, pressing her body flush against his. She proceeded to give him a lap dance. There was no music to be heard, but she created a rhythm in the way she rolled her body, grinding up against his torso. With a flipping of her hair she turned around, repositioning herself with her back to him. She moved her hips in circles, pressing down firmly upon his crotch, creating friction with her amazing ass. He grabbed a handful of her long hair, listening to the way her breathing skipped, rasping in her throat.
She allowed him to undress her, the skimpy material flying away. He wanted to experience as much of this glorious body as possible, grabbing and squeezing her flesh. She moaned, rubbing against him and begging for more. He captured a hardened nipple in his mouth and she dragged her nails across his scalp, eliciting shivers.
She was so fed up with his T-shirt that she ripped it off, biting at his chest. Her hands moved to the fly of his black pants. The next second he had found a wall to place her against and immediately began pounding into her, delighting at the noises this drew out of her.
When Jo woke up it was too soon. He was coated in sweat and the blankets were suffocating his tension-filled body. The images continued to swim in front of his eyes and he thought he could still feel her scorching lips on his skin. He reached for his erect cock thinking of her blonde hair and taut thighs.
*
“What‘re you doing Saturday night?” Hank had asked during a coffee break at work. “My sister’s having a party…”
The sister, Jo’s mind instantly lit up like Fourth of July. The sister who was best friends with Lady Gaga, the woman who had been occupying his dirty mind. It would seem natural for Gaga to be there and just the idea of getting to see her was enough to prompt Jo to accept the invitation.
Saturday night didn’t end up being all about Gaga; he was able to occupy other trains of thought. Lady Starlight was an awesome chick with equally awesome friends. Her record player was blasting out his favourite heavy metal bands, making him feel at home. Nobody rolled their eyes when he talked about all of the work he had done on his car. They were funny and weird, maintaining a great party atmosphere.
As interesting as the rest of the group were it was hard not to notice every time Gaga walked into the room. She was the life of the party, full of energy, dancing and laughing with all of her friends. She was far from a wallflower and this served to further encourage his attraction to her.
A poker game was organised around the dining table and he quickly added his name to the line-up. The alcohol was flowing and so nobody took the game seriously, even though they were losing serious money. Jo managed to keep his loses to a minimum, the pile of cash in front of him never getting too low to worry. He found he was sincerely enjoying the company of the other players and he decided the night could be deemed a success, even if nothing happened between him and Gaga.
But then things started to happen with Gaga. She got tired of dancing and came in to observe the game. Unfortunately for her (fortunately for him, ultimately) all of the chairs around the table were taken. She approached his chair, running a hand across his shoulders, ensuring he couldn’t think of anything else. Instead of going to a friend she decided to make a seat of a guy she had only met for twenty minutes at a bar. He didn’t object.
Nor did she when he rearranged his arms, both of them going around her. He took every subtle opportunity to lean in closer to her, enjoying the smell of her. Despite her not playing she was entirely invested in the game, contributing her opinion as often as possible. She was very entertaining, talking with her hands and her face was hilariously animated.
She was helpful too. She knew her friends incredibly well and was happy to share this useful information with him. She reclined against him, whispering about the tell of whichever player posed a threat to him. It took him a while to concentrate on what she was saying, instead of simply enjoying the feel of her hot breath on his skin, but when he did she proved an essential tool of his continued success. He even consulted with her on some decisions. They became a great team.
He placed his hand on her thigh, testing the waters. She didn’t slap him away; she made her own move, placing her hand on his knee. He began to caress her skin, tracing patterns in the flesh as she squeezed his knee. He made his touches more purposeful and she moved closer to him, her ass pressed firmly into his lap. He stopped caring about the game as much, relishing in the feel of her smooth skin. She slid her own hand further up his leg. It was understated but he could see she was blushing, everything seemed to carry the promise of more and that was enough to get him hot.
In the end he tripled his money and decided to split the profits with her. He thought he should bring her with him every time he played; she was an excellent lucky charm. With the game wrapped up she got up, seeking out her dancing friends. He headed for the bathroom, which he had to wait a few minutes to get access to.
When he emerged he soon bumped into Gaga again. She was grinning as she reached out, grabbing his hand. He hadn’t planned on walking by her, ever. She pulled him toward her. She led him away from the rest of the party where it was quieter and they had some privacy.
“Hey.” She greeted, there was a glint in her eyes, something that told him she would be okay with the naughty things he wanted to do with her.
“Hi again.” He returned.
“I had fun playing poker with you and not just because you paid me for it.” She joked. “I’m really glad you’re here ‘coz I was hoping I’d see you again and…” She trailed off, her smile widening. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I’ve had a couple of drinks and…oh my God…” She giggled and the sound was a little anxious, he liked that he could make her nervous. She bit her lip, looking at him with a sexy kind of shyness. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met.”
He knew he didn’t have the words to reciprocate these feelings and so showed her how he felt. He put his hands on her face and drew her in. She was still smiling when their lips met. Unlike the beneath-the-table action this wasn’t delicate or slow. This was frantic as they gave into their fever. She allowed his tongue to slide into her mouth, gripping his back. She moaned, sending delicious vibrations into his mouth.
They were both gasping for air when they separated. He would have liked to have kept going, but that wasn’t a smart idea when they were in the middle of an active party. It took a lot of control to keep himself off of her; her taste was still on his mouth as he watched her lick her lips.
“Do you wanna go to my place?” He offered.
*
There was no lap dance; they were too desperate for each other to be willing to waste any time on foreplay. He felt dizzy as he held her small body to his. She kissed him hungrily and without any trepidation. It seemed she was attempting to suck all of the air out of his body, she was very passionate and at the beginning it was a little difficult to keep up with her. She knew exactly what she wanted from him and wasn’t afraid of giving into her lust.
In the darkness they clawed at each other’s breathless bodies. It was a frantic rush, a scramble to familiarise themselves with this new and exciting terrain.
For a while he forgot the outlay of his apartment, struggling to recall where the bedroom was or how to get there. She was a hindrance to this, stripping off his shirt and kissing the skin beneath, nipping playfully a couple of times. Then he forgot how to walk, stumbling and falling into the wall. She was laughing as she helped him back onto his feet - through the dim light of the street lamps he saw her smile and her messy hair, she was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
She removed her bright dress before placing herself on the bed. He couldn’t get his pants off quick enough; once they were gone he climbed on top of her. He unhooked her bra, tossing it aside as unimportant; he never wanted to see that offensive piece of material ever again.
He lowered himself, tracing a circle with his tongue around her nipple. She arched her back, pressing her body harder against his with a low sigh. He travelled further south, marking out this path with his lips. Her flat stomach clenched when he reached her panties. They were lace and were easily destroyed by his eager hands. He swiped his tongue between her holds, causing her to cry out. She was so wet, her anticipation dancing over his tastebuds.
A box of condoms was produced from the bedside drawers before they proceeded. He eased her legs apart and grabbed her hips, diving inside of her. She bit into her bottom lip as he filled her. She braced herself against him as he began to thrust, rolling her hips in time with him.
He twisted some of her hair around his hand and tugged, forcing her hand back to reveal the full length of her neck to him. He ravished this skin, listening to her laboured breathing. He sucked viciously at her flesh.
After a while he sought out a different angle and was very pleased when this resulted in her cursing loudly, he had located her g-spot. He lifted himself up onto his arms, pulling out of her almost entirely. She whimpered a little at this, lifting her body off of the bed to remedy the error herself. He fixed her problem, plunging back into her.
“Yes.” She cheered.
With each push her walls tightened around him, hinting at how close she was. This spurred him on to thrust harder, maintaining a rhythm. Animalistic noises rose from her throat, her chest heaving as she failed to catch her breath repeatedly.
“Right there, yes.” She encouraged, her nails digging into the skin of his tensed shoulders.
She threw one leg around his waist, spreading herself even further and allowing him greater access. She bucked her hips up one final time before coming undone. She shouted her satisfaction up to the roof from behind a hand covering her face.
He rode out his own orgasm, reaching the climax not much later. He collapsed onto the bed beside her sweaty body. All of the pent up frustration the dreams had supplied was finally relieved and he felt fantastic. Neither said anything for a while, finally taking the time to catch their breath.
“Damn.” He sighed out. “That was fucking awesome.”
A mischievous smile appeared on her face and she lifted herself off the mattress. She straddled him, still wearing that seductive smirk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” She lowered herself to capture his lips and he prepared himself for round two.
The End.
Thanks a million times over to all the readers who have stuck with me since the end of Just Rehearsal, the fact that you guys comment on every single Jo/Gaga story I post makes me so happy and makes me feel so inspired and I'm glad that you've continued to enjoy my work. To show you lovely Monsters how appreciative I am of your support I want to bring your ideas to life. In your comments hit me up with some storylines you'd like to see me explore, it's gonna be fun!
Rating::..M for a sex scene and coarse language
Genre::..Romance
Characters::..Jo Calderone and Lady Gaga
Author’s Note::..I don’t know how y’all felt about it, but I absolutely loved Swinefest, it was thrill-a-minute and all of the new songs were just a complete overload of awesomeness, not to mention the overwhelming relief of getting to see Gaga do her thing again. I think she was a genius to play only new songs. The one that I love the most is Sex Dreams; I started listening to it on repeat and can’t get enough of it, I think it’s one of my favourite songs of Gaga’s already. The awesomely dirty song inspired this fic, I didn’t really stick to the story of the song, just embraced the theme of celebrating smut and being a bit naughty. I’ve done so many fluffy, romantic and sweet stories lately I was worried y’all would think I’d turned into a bit of a pussy and so I’m hopefully breaking that idea by offering you this smut. The fic is based pre-The Fame.
Summary::..After watching her perform on stage Lady Gaga starts popping up in Jo Calderone’s sex dreams.
Staring at the scantily dressed woman on the stage it dawned upon Jo Calderone the huge amount of time that had passed since he’d had sex. It made his body ache, he hadn’t noticed the time passing until this moment and now it was all he could think about. This was all the fault of the dancing woman, prancing around in her underwear and fishnets, how could he stop his mind from going there?
At the beginning it had all seemed too weird. The stages in bars like this were usually dominated by whingey indie kids with guitars or messy-looking rock bands shouting into their microphones. Then two women had arrived with a keyboard and turntables. They started to play pop music, drawing more attention to how out of place they were.
Jo didn’t think he would be into it; plastic pop had never been his scene. But there was something about the girl behind the keyboard, she had an undeniable charisma. He had never seen a woman in a bra made up of mirrored tiles before. She sang like a rock star, growling and screeching into the microphone. She couldn’t keep herself still at the keyboard, whipping her blonde hair all over and jigging like a woman possessed. Her enthusiasm was infectious.
It was when she stepped onto centre stage that he stopped pretending he wasn’t enjoying the show. He lost any sense of social etiquette, staring directly at her, his mouth gaping open in his shock. At that moment he thought she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. She kept balance on her very high heels, gyrating and bumping her lean body around.
She didn’t have any shame, which made him feel less ashamed of the things he was imagining doing with/to her. She wasn’t afraid of her sexuality because she was in control of it and this served to make the whole performance even more attractive. Her cockiness was a contributing factor in turning him on, she was fearless. She placed herself on the ground (taking a break from singing to do more of her bizarre dancing) and bucked her hips into the air in time to the beat, one hand resting upon her inner-thigh. He shifted the collar of his shirt uncomfortably, attempting to ignore the scorching flames of desire filling his gut. At this rate he wouldn’t make it through the whole show, he would have to excuse himself for the bathroom before they reached the conclusion. It had gotten unbearably hot in here.
He managed to not lose his mind entirely and watched the whole show without revealing his excitement to the rest of the bar. The blonde singer joined hands with her brunette deejay and they bowed. They left the stage to a generous applause, Jo wasn’t sure if he clapped, he was too distracted staring at the blonde’s ass as she left the stage.
“Pretty nuts, huh?” Hank, the guy who had gotten Jo to come with him tonight, asked as he wore an impressed smile. Jo had forgotten his friend from work was even there. He blinked a series of times, trying to clear his mind. He turned mechanically to Hank, feeling a little dizzy. “That’s my sister; she’s always been bonkers like that.”
This was the perfect motivation for Jo to strap a muzzle on his hormones. There was an unwritten law about staying away from the sister of a friend.
Then Hank went on talking. He explained that the women went by the titles of Lady Starlight and Lady Gaga, two best friends performing together. He cleared up the confusion by pointing out that his sister was the brunette, not Lady Gaga.
Shit, this meant she was not only super sexy, but also super available.
*
It shouldn’t have served as any great surprise when she appeared in his dream a couple of nights later. He hadn’t been aware of ongoing thoughts of her. But she had maintained her spot in his mind, lurking in his subconscious and waiting for the darkness to fall so she could pounce.
Jo had been exhausted after a long day of work at the garage, falling into bed far earlier than usual. This was when Lady Gaga came out of the shadows, invading the expansive space of his imagination.
In his dream she wasn’t wearing much. But the disco bra had been replaced by a more traditional lacy black bra, to match the lace G-string she wore. The high heels were still in place as she strutted toward where he sat in the abandoned room.
She mounted him on the chair, pressing her body flush against his. She proceeded to give him a lap dance. There was no music to be heard, but she created a rhythm in the way she rolled her body, grinding up against his torso. With a flipping of her hair she turned around, repositioning herself with her back to him. She moved her hips in circles, pressing down firmly upon his crotch, creating friction with her amazing ass. He grabbed a handful of her long hair, listening to the way her breathing skipped, rasping in her throat.
She allowed him to undress her, the skimpy material flying away. He wanted to experience as much of this glorious body as possible, grabbing and squeezing her flesh. She moaned, rubbing against him and begging for more. He captured a hardened nipple in his mouth and she dragged her nails across his scalp, eliciting shivers.
She was so fed up with his T-shirt that she ripped it off, biting at his chest. Her hands moved to the fly of his black pants. The next second he had found a wall to place her against and immediately began pounding into her, delighting at the noises this drew out of her.
When Jo woke up it was too soon. He was coated in sweat and the blankets were suffocating his tension-filled body. The images continued to swim in front of his eyes and he thought he could still feel her scorching lips on his skin. He reached for his erect cock thinking of her blonde hair and taut thighs.
*
“What‘re you doing Saturday night?” Hank had asked during a coffee break at work. “My sister’s having a party…”
The sister, Jo’s mind instantly lit up like Fourth of July. The sister who was best friends with Lady Gaga, the woman who had been occupying his dirty mind. It would seem natural for Gaga to be there and just the idea of getting to see her was enough to prompt Jo to accept the invitation.
Saturday night didn’t end up being all about Gaga; he was able to occupy other trains of thought. Lady Starlight was an awesome chick with equally awesome friends. Her record player was blasting out his favourite heavy metal bands, making him feel at home. Nobody rolled their eyes when he talked about all of the work he had done on his car. They were funny and weird, maintaining a great party atmosphere.
As interesting as the rest of the group were it was hard not to notice every time Gaga walked into the room. She was the life of the party, full of energy, dancing and laughing with all of her friends. She was far from a wallflower and this served to further encourage his attraction to her.
A poker game was organised around the dining table and he quickly added his name to the line-up. The alcohol was flowing and so nobody took the game seriously, even though they were losing serious money. Jo managed to keep his loses to a minimum, the pile of cash in front of him never getting too low to worry. He found he was sincerely enjoying the company of the other players and he decided the night could be deemed a success, even if nothing happened between him and Gaga.
But then things started to happen with Gaga. She got tired of dancing and came in to observe the game. Unfortunately for her (fortunately for him, ultimately) all of the chairs around the table were taken. She approached his chair, running a hand across his shoulders, ensuring he couldn’t think of anything else. Instead of going to a friend she decided to make a seat of a guy she had only met for twenty minutes at a bar. He didn’t object.
Nor did she when he rearranged his arms, both of them going around her. He took every subtle opportunity to lean in closer to her, enjoying the smell of her. Despite her not playing she was entirely invested in the game, contributing her opinion as often as possible. She was very entertaining, talking with her hands and her face was hilariously animated.
She was helpful too. She knew her friends incredibly well and was happy to share this useful information with him. She reclined against him, whispering about the tell of whichever player posed a threat to him. It took him a while to concentrate on what she was saying, instead of simply enjoying the feel of her hot breath on his skin, but when he did she proved an essential tool of his continued success. He even consulted with her on some decisions. They became a great team.
He placed his hand on her thigh, testing the waters. She didn’t slap him away; she made her own move, placing her hand on his knee. He began to caress her skin, tracing patterns in the flesh as she squeezed his knee. He made his touches more purposeful and she moved closer to him, her ass pressed firmly into his lap. He stopped caring about the game as much, relishing in the feel of her smooth skin. She slid her own hand further up his leg. It was understated but he could see she was blushing, everything seemed to carry the promise of more and that was enough to get him hot.
In the end he tripled his money and decided to split the profits with her. He thought he should bring her with him every time he played; she was an excellent lucky charm. With the game wrapped up she got up, seeking out her dancing friends. He headed for the bathroom, which he had to wait a few minutes to get access to.
When he emerged he soon bumped into Gaga again. She was grinning as she reached out, grabbing his hand. He hadn’t planned on walking by her, ever. She pulled him toward her. She led him away from the rest of the party where it was quieter and they had some privacy.
“Hey.” She greeted, there was a glint in her eyes, something that told him she would be okay with the naughty things he wanted to do with her.
“Hi again.” He returned.
“I had fun playing poker with you and not just because you paid me for it.” She joked. “I’m really glad you’re here ‘coz I was hoping I’d see you again and…” She trailed off, her smile widening. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I’ve had a couple of drinks and…oh my God…” She giggled and the sound was a little anxious, he liked that he could make her nervous. She bit her lip, looking at him with a sexy kind of shyness. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met.”
He knew he didn’t have the words to reciprocate these feelings and so showed her how he felt. He put his hands on her face and drew her in. She was still smiling when their lips met. Unlike the beneath-the-table action this wasn’t delicate or slow. This was frantic as they gave into their fever. She allowed his tongue to slide into her mouth, gripping his back. She moaned, sending delicious vibrations into his mouth.
They were both gasping for air when they separated. He would have liked to have kept going, but that wasn’t a smart idea when they were in the middle of an active party. It took a lot of control to keep himself off of her; her taste was still on his mouth as he watched her lick her lips.
“Do you wanna go to my place?” He offered.
*
There was no lap dance; they were too desperate for each other to be willing to waste any time on foreplay. He felt dizzy as he held her small body to his. She kissed him hungrily and without any trepidation. It seemed she was attempting to suck all of the air out of his body, she was very passionate and at the beginning it was a little difficult to keep up with her. She knew exactly what she wanted from him and wasn’t afraid of giving into her lust.
In the darkness they clawed at each other’s breathless bodies. It was a frantic rush, a scramble to familiarise themselves with this new and exciting terrain.
For a while he forgot the outlay of his apartment, struggling to recall where the bedroom was or how to get there. She was a hindrance to this, stripping off his shirt and kissing the skin beneath, nipping playfully a couple of times. Then he forgot how to walk, stumbling and falling into the wall. She was laughing as she helped him back onto his feet - through the dim light of the street lamps he saw her smile and her messy hair, she was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
She removed her bright dress before placing herself on the bed. He couldn’t get his pants off quick enough; once they were gone he climbed on top of her. He unhooked her bra, tossing it aside as unimportant; he never wanted to see that offensive piece of material ever again.
He lowered himself, tracing a circle with his tongue around her nipple. She arched her back, pressing her body harder against his with a low sigh. He travelled further south, marking out this path with his lips. Her flat stomach clenched when he reached her panties. They were lace and were easily destroyed by his eager hands. He swiped his tongue between her holds, causing her to cry out. She was so wet, her anticipation dancing over his tastebuds.
A box of condoms was produced from the bedside drawers before they proceeded. He eased her legs apart and grabbed her hips, diving inside of her. She bit into her bottom lip as he filled her. She braced herself against him as he began to thrust, rolling her hips in time with him.
He twisted some of her hair around his hand and tugged, forcing her hand back to reveal the full length of her neck to him. He ravished this skin, listening to her laboured breathing. He sucked viciously at her flesh.
After a while he sought out a different angle and was very pleased when this resulted in her cursing loudly, he had located her g-spot. He lifted himself up onto his arms, pulling out of her almost entirely. She whimpered a little at this, lifting her body off of the bed to remedy the error herself. He fixed her problem, plunging back into her.
“Yes.” She cheered.
With each push her walls tightened around him, hinting at how close she was. This spurred him on to thrust harder, maintaining a rhythm. Animalistic noises rose from her throat, her chest heaving as she failed to catch her breath repeatedly.
“Right there, yes.” She encouraged, her nails digging into the skin of his tensed shoulders.
She threw one leg around his waist, spreading herself even further and allowing him greater access. She bucked her hips up one final time before coming undone. She shouted her satisfaction up to the roof from behind a hand covering her face.
He rode out his own orgasm, reaching the climax not much later. He collapsed onto the bed beside her sweaty body. All of the pent up frustration the dreams had supplied was finally relieved and he felt fantastic. Neither said anything for a while, finally taking the time to catch their breath.
“Damn.” He sighed out. “That was fucking awesome.”
A mischievous smile appeared on her face and she lifted herself off the mattress. She straddled him, still wearing that seductive smirk. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” She lowered herself to capture his lips and he prepared himself for round two.
The End.
Thanks a million times over to all the readers who have stuck with me since the end of Just Rehearsal, the fact that you guys comment on every single Jo/Gaga story I post makes me so happy and makes me feel so inspired and I'm glad that you've continued to enjoy my work. To show you lovely Monsters how appreciative I am of your support I want to bring your ideas to life. In your comments hit me up with some storylines you'd like to see me explore, it's gonna be fun!