Page 105 of From Drummer to Gamer

The drums clashed hard, matching the indescribable sounds leaving my mouth.

“I wonder how they would look like when I fuck you hard. Will they be pretty, bouncing for me?”

“Oh God, Matty.”

“Yes, scream. This room is soundproofed, so no one can hear a thing.”

His left hand was still torturing my breasts while his right descended lower and lower till his fingers slipped inside the waistband of my shorts. “Do you know how fucking crazy these shorts drive me?”

“N-No.”

“I want to either tear them to shreds or burn them,” he said just as he scraped the rough tips of his fingers over my sensitive clit.

The drumsticks dropped from my hand and hit the high hat with a thundering bang.

He stilled, halting his touch, and a frustrated sigh rolled out my lips.

“Please,” I breathed.

“No, rules are meant to be followed.” He produced another pair from the side and folded my fingers over them. “Play.” He gestured to his drum kit as I watched him moon-eyed. “And I get to play with you.”

“But tha…that’s not fair.”

His tongue swirled around the shell of my ear. “Is it not? Do as I say, Sierra, or you’re not getting anything from me.”

My weak-boned arms moved once again over the drums. The repetitive pattern was already ingrained in my brain that my hands moved on their own accord.

His hands returned once again to their previous position, one molding against my breast like he was using them for his personal pleasure, and the other exploring under my drenched panties.

“You’re so slick and wet for me, aren’t you?” His fingers roughly stroked my folds over and over again, missing the spot I actually needed his touch. “Your pussy is pouring for me, firecracker.”

My head fell back on his chest, and I gave zero care as I thrashed the drums.

“Now for the best part,” he rasped in my ears, and I shivered. My nose grazed along his chest, his strong, manly, woody scent dripping into my body.

I loved every bit of it.

His finger rubbed over my tight opening, introducing an inch of his thick, long finger.

“So warm and tight.” He plunged in another inch and another before his finger was fully seated inside me, and he held it there just like that.

My lungs fought for air as I lifted my ass, grounding for some relief.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded.

I slowly dragged my eyes to his sea-green ones, so full of possessiveness. Like they were trying to convey that I only belonged to him and him alone.

“Good,” he whispered against my lips before capturing my heaving lower lip between his teeth. I could barely notice the sting of their sharpness because my body was consumed by him.

All of him.

His finger inside me started to move slowly, up and down till the edge, and back inside, up and down before he picked up his pace, fucking me with it.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He traced his tongue over my lips, melting the sting of his bite but rolled them back between his teeth like he was sucking on his favorite fruit.

“Matty.” My eyes widened when he tried to weave another finger inside me. “It’s too much.”

“But you can take it.” He gathered my wetness, rocking his finger. The second finger slipped right in, and my toes curled at the euphoric ecstasy that fired my nerves. “You can take all of me, Sierra.”