“I can see why you love it. It’s so freeing and such a rush,” she grins.
“I’m glad you liked it.” I smile at her giddiness and set the helmets on the shelf next to my bike.
“Your house is beautiful. Do you live here all by yourself?”
“No, I share it with my brothers and sister. At one time, we all lived here, but it’s just my sister now. My brothers moved out and got places of their own once they got married. We still all use it for the summer and holidays, and my parents stay here when they aren’t traveling.”
I take her hand and lead her to the stairs.
“I wanted my own space so I could practice with the band.We built an apartment above this garage, and that’s where I stay.”
I open the door once we get to the top, and she steps inside. Her eyes take in my living area and stop once she sees the drums.
“You’re a drummer?”
“I am.” I shut the door, and she walks over to the set.
“I don’t know why, but I pictured you more of a lead guitarist or vocalist.” She brushes her hand over the smooth drum before tapping her finger on the cymbal.
I watch her as she feels the musical instrument and touches each part. This drum set is an extension of me, and with her, it feels intimate to have her imprint on something so important to me.
“I can hold my own with singing a few notes and playing the guitar or piano, but it’s always been the drums for me. Most don’t know this, but the drummer is the heart of the band. Every instrument builds off the sound of the drums. It’s the heartbeat and sets up the entire energy behind the music.” I walk over and pick up the sticks lying on the table. Twirling them in my hands with ease, I stop and hold out the sticks to her. “Let’s see what you’ve got,” I grin.
“Your ears might regret this,” she laughs and takes the sticks. She sits down on my stool and does what every person does when they first sit in front of a drum set. They start whacking away at each cymbal and drum without any hint of a beat.
“You’re right,” I say, cringing and covering my ears as I pretend to be in pain, even though I enjoyed every minute of her sitting behind my drums with her dimples plastered to her face as she lets loose.
“I warned you,” she giggles.
“Here,” I say, moving toward her and helping her up before I sit down and bring her onto my lap. My dick instantlyresponds as her ass presses against me. Her small gasp tells me she feels it, too. She shifts ever so slightly, and I close my eyes briefly as our bodies settle together.
Reaching over, I slide my hands down her arms and cover her hands with mine.
“Just let my hands guide you and let your body feel the beat,” I say softly in her ear. She nods her head, and I feel her body relax against me. Her sweet honey smell surrounds me, and I breathe deeply, wanting to soak every bit of her in like the ocean draws in the waves.
My hands start moving of their own accord as I do a simple backbeat. It’s as natural as breathing to me as I move along each piece.
“Playing the drums is a lot like sex,” I murmur in her ear. “It’s feeling a deeper connection to something bigger than yourself.” I pick up the beat a little bit and feel her breathing increase with mine. “It’s a complete physical experience, putting your whole body into it, creating an intense, rhythmic release.” I slow down and finally end the beat. I lay the sticks down on the set as I feel our energy swirl around us in a tight, coiled spring just waiting to be sprung loose. It’s complete silence except for our breaths being forced through our lungs at a fast rate.
My eyes go right to the little bee on her neck, and I press my lips to it, desperate to taste her again. Her head goes back on my chest as she exposes her neck more to me. Grazing my teeth against her skin, I suck deep, pulling at her flesh.
She moans her approval and grabs the back of my head as her fingers sink into my hair. My dick throbs painfully against my pants as I move to her ear, giving her lobe a slight tug before releasing it with my teeth.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I breathe against her skin.
She shakes her head adamantly. “I want this…need this. It’s been so long. I need to feel like a woman for a night.”
“How long?” I ask, being unable to stop my curiosity.
“Almost five years,” she admits quietly.
“Five years?” I repeat, completely shocked. “How in the hell can someone as gorgeous as you not have the guys on their knees to please you?”
“I’ve just been focused on my career and got busy,” she says quickly. “It’s not like I can’t take care of myself if I need to. My vibrator does the job.”
Images of her pleasing herself flash through my mind, and my cock feels like steel against her bottom.
“Honey, after tonight, nothing is ever going to feel as good as my dick inside you. Are you sure you want to ruin it for all other men and your little battery toy?”
