Inspired by this Ebay add ~ NEW - ONE PAIR OF PANTIES WITH AN APPLIQUE/PHOTO OF NICK CARTER OF THE BACKSTREET BOYS ON THE FRONT AND HIS NAME ON THE BACK. SUCH A GREAT GIFT FOR THAT FAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING.

You and some friends are talking casually at the House of Blues bar when you notice your friends staring right over your head.  You fling yourself around and lose your balance saying "What the fuck?" 

    You know you're going to fall on the floor when a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you back to your feet.  A voice laughingly says, "You ok?"      You turn around, still in the man's arms, "Yeah, I'm good . . . oh fuck me!"

    He laughs again, "Not right now, maybe later."

    You've had just enough to drink to have built up some courage, "Promises, Nick, promises."

    One side of his mouth raises to form that killer smirk, "So . . . you know my name.  What's yours?"

    You tell him your name and the two of you start to chat about nothing.  The superficiality of the conversation is acceptable only because you both know this is the prelude to the four letter word you uttered when you first recognized him.  He has purposefully kept in contact with your body.  You hope that he can't feel the waves of heat and cold running across your skin at the touch of his fingers.  The fingers you've admired in pictures and dreamt of all the wicked wicked ways he could use them.  Unconsciously you are chewing on your lip as he talks to his friends and continues to keep you in the conversation.  You excuse yourself to go to the ladies room and have to laugh as you buy a $50 condom from the dispenser on the wall to find it's blue and has a House of Blues sticker on it.  You're still laughing as you leave the rest room.

    "I think it's later."  You're startled by Nick's voice and hand on your arm as you let the door close.

    "What?" 

    "I said "maybe later", it's later.  That offer still good?"

    "Hell yes!" 

    He smirks again, "Let's go."  He leads you through another room and into a supply hallway.  Not the place you'd imagined, but it would do.  He keeps walking, pulling you my your hand, through different hallways and finally to an elevator.  You are the only two in the car and after pressing the button to his floor you watch as those wicked fingers begin to gently stroke your nipple over your shirt.  Naturally the tighten at his touch, he smiles.  "Very good.  I can't wait to suck those."  Without thinking you moan.  He laughs and leads you down the hall to his room.

    "This place is a wreck.  You've only been here one night."

    "I like to feel at home."

    "If this is what your home looks like I feel sorry for your cleaning lady."

    He pulled his shirt over his head, "Did you come here to critique my room or fuck me?"

    You walk forward and place your hand over the zipper of his pants, "I came to fuck."

    "Good."  His mouth crushes down on yours, you open yourself to him.  His tongue aggressively explores you.  You can taste the sweet taste of tequila on him.  It's his turn to moan as your hands roam his chest.  He mouth moves to your neck.  Sucking.  Gently at first, then small nips.

    Your hands have reached his navel.  You can feel the soft hair encircling it, and back away, "Wonder where this leads to?"  You slowly lower yourself to your knees and follow that trail with your tongue.  Your hands work torturously slow to undo his pants and free his hard penis.  Your eyes never leave his as the length of him disappears into your mouth.  Your hands fondle his balls, and stroke his shaft as you work him.  Nick his watching you, moaning as you flick your tongue across the most sensitive part of his cock.  His hands in your hair guide your speed, but don't force you.  There's nothing left of him for you take.  You've engulfed the whole of him.  You can tell by the speed of his breathing, his sex noises, and the tightening of his balls that he is going to cum.

    "Oh fuck . . . I'm gonna cum."  He yells as he moves you faster along him.  You already knew this.  Just as you feel him start to lose control you suck him deep and hard.  The sound you hear is a deep gutteral growl.  His hands push you away, "Lay down."

    You do as he commands.  You stretch out on the floor in front of him.  He kneels between your legs and leans over you, "My turn.  I'm always starving after a show."  You can feel the wetness between your thighs.  His hands push your shirt and bra up to get to your breasts.  He massages you and toys with your nipples.  You squirm and sigh beneath his touch.  He leans over and circles your nipple with his tongue before sucking it between his lips.  You can feel him begin to harden again against your thigh.  You were sure he would never move as he starts to lick down your stomach.  You raise your hips and his slides your skirt up, nothing but your panties between you.  His eyes are closed as he kisses the juncture between your legs over the thin fabric.  He opens his eyes to look at you, "What the fuck?"  He starts to laugh.  Hard.

    You don't understand.  Then it hits you.  You wore the panties you bought off Ebay with Nick's face on the front.  He continues to laugh as you feel our whole body turn red with embarrassment.  You turn over to slink away, unable to face him.  You crawl off.  From behind you you hear the laughter get louder, "Oh shit, my names on your ass too!"  As you get in the elevator you can still hear his laughter echoing down the hall.