She bounces on my lap with every hit of the bass pedal. I can feel her body pressed against mine—soft, warm, alive.
She leans back, lips almost touching mine. “I can’t stop thinking about our first kiss.”
I lick my lips. She teases me with her breath, hovering just out of reach.
I follow her lead, leaning in.
And then she caves and kisses me.
Fuck.
She tastes like strawberries and cream. I lick her mouth, dying for more. I want a taste of her tits, her pussy, her ass.
I pull her closer, feeling every part of her through the hoodie she’s wearing. My hands slide under the fabric, find bare skin, trace the curve of her waist.
She moans softly, and I move my mouth to her neck. Bite. Suck. Nip. Mark her.
“Koa,” she whispers.
“This room is empty for another hour.”
“Do you have a condom?” she asks. I’m harder than a rock in an instant.
“Are you on birth control?”
She shakes her head, rubbing herself on me.
“Morning after pill?” I ask, nipping her bottom lip.
“Okay.”
She doesn’t need to say more. My lips glue to hers as I work on getting her undressed. I yank the hoodie off, and the more aggression I use, the harder it is. She’s laughing in the pits of thehoodie, trying to get her face out. I throw it to the floor. I take off the shirt she’s wearing and slam my mouth to hers again. She leans against the drums, panting as I slip her bra off and add that to the pile on the ground.
I take her nipple into my mouth and bite.
“Ow,” she moans seductively. “Shit, Koa.”
I do it to the other one. They need equal love. She just runs her hands through my hair and tugs me closer. I kiss where her light bruise is, remembering how much I wanted her that night and every night after.
“We should—”
I don’t let her finish. I unbutton her pants, yanking them down.
“Koa,” she breathes. “Wait.”
My eyes meet hers and she’s dripping wet. I can already tell by the look in her eyes. I can’t wait to fuck her senseless.
“What?” I ask, licking her skin.
She swallows the lump in her throat and says, “I’ve never seen you…”
“Me?”
She nods. “Your body.”
I stand to my full height, leaving her in the nook of my drum set and take off my black sweater. She keeps her eyes on mine when I take my shirt off. And then I feel the way her eyes glaze over as she looks down at my body.
“Tattoos much?” she asks.
