Page 104 of From Drummer to Gamer

My next inhale caught in my throat as the hands explored further, only this time under my hoodie, touching my skin. I could feel the flames of his touch dripping into my bare skin, and I stilled, my drumsticks an inch away from the snare.

“If you stop, I’m stopping,” he ordered, his voice so deep and low that I had squeezed my thighs together.

I swallowed as my arms moved once again over the drums at a slow, steady pace while my blood filled with anticipation.

Soon, my breath came out in ragged gasps and laced with the heavy echo of the drums as I tried hard to keep up.

His touch left a path of desire as they roamed over the curves of my hips to my waist over and over again, barely evading my heavy, aching breasts.

“So soft,” he muttered, his nose digging into my hair as he breathed me in, his fingers threaded a little higher, right underneath the band of my sports bra.

I jumped, the motion landing me right on the hard lump between his thighs. A loud gasp left my lips as my heated core searched for some relief by rocking against him.

A hiss escaped his lips as he held me in place. “Careful, firecracker. You’re testing my very last patience to bend you over my drums and fuck you raw.”

God.

“I don’t want to hurt you with my big cock for your first time.”

Crackles of warmth spread across my core, drenching my panties in seconds, my heart fluttering a beat I didn’t recognize.

“It could be my second…or my third,” I mustered a confident tone, but it came out more like a desperate rasp. “How would you know?”

“You’re writhing like a virgin on my lap, firecracker…Even if it wasn’t, it will be like your first fucking time when my cock opens up your pretty pussy.”

My lungs were on blazing fire, and I had no fucking words.

Who knew the grumpy with a four-word vocabulary could have such a filthy mouth?

“Now, go on, play it faster.”

I nodded, my teeth sinking into my lips as I subjected my arms to move faster, but the quick transition messed up the flow, and that wasn’t the only distraction.

Matty’s hand now escaped under my bra line, and he glided his rough thumb over the swell of my right breast, emitting shivers in its wake.

No one has touched me like that before, and I wanted more. Ineededmore.

I neededhim.

“Uh-oh, you missed a beat.” One of his hands leaped higher before they circled my neck, squeezing over my delicate veins. “You need to be punished, don’t you, firecracker?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Continue,” he commanded, his big hand still curled around my neck.

The sound of wonky beats filled the air once again as I dragged my heavy arms over the rhythm.

The scruff of his jawline grazed my neck as his fingers peeked inside my bra and pulled my rock-hard nipple, tingling and standing tall for his attention. His rough fingers clamped over it and tugged it hard, and a moan ripped from my throat.

“You like that?”

I nodded.

“In words,” he growled, pulling them harder so that the edge of his fingernail grazed over the tip of my nipple, and a wave of delirious pleasure crashed through my body.

“Yes, Matty,” I moaned while my shaky hands tried to keep up with the rhythm.

“Good girl,” he praised, continuing to torture my breasts, my modest B-cups fit perfectly inside his large hands as he twisted and squeezed and played with them while I played his drums with a heady rush, mindless.