Drum's heartbeat

Daring

Zoe POV:

later that day I sit with Storm alone on the couch in the studio as he reads over some lyrics he wrote.

Feeling daring I place my leg on his lap and pretend to stretch. I can’t help myself. I have been repaying that damn kiss in my head over and over again while trying to remain professional.

He looks down at my leg draped over his lap and places the notebook down before smirking at me and rubbing my calf.

“Hum, you have the softest skin I have felt on any woman.” He whispers as he massages up to my knee and it makes me gulp.

“Thanks. I um... haven’t been able to stop thinking of that kiss at the bar... have you?” I ask him and he chuckles deeply.

“What kiss? I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I think you need to refresh my memory, curls.” He says as he unfolds my other leg and places it on his lap as well.

“The kiss that had you swearing under your breath,” I tell him and he licks his lips.

“Oh, that kiss! That’s the kiss that I’ve been getting off two for the last two nights in my bedroom. I’ve been moaning your name with palms full c*m while you slept in the room next to me.” He admits and I gasp as my panties dampen at the imagery of him naked, sweaty, trembling, and c*m drips from his hands... At the thought of me, of all people!

“You shouldn’t... say things like that,” I tell him and he smiles as he tickles the bottom of my feet and I flinch.

“You shouldn’t tease me like this then.” He says as he gently takes my legs off of him and he stands.

“Wait. That was just a joke right? You didn’t actually do that?” I ask him and he smirks.

“Wanna come to my room at night and find out? I’ll leave my door open.” He says as he walks out of the room leaving my kitty wet and my body aching for him. Damn him.

***

Around 5 pm Pete emerges from his room and walks through the suite and calls for everyone to meet him in the living room.

“We need to have this album done yesterday. How long will it take for y’all to finish it?” He says in an upset tone and the band sighs.

“We’re working on it every day, stop with the f*****g pressure.” Storm snaps at him and Pete glares laser beams through him.

“The record label is getting impatient, Storm. All of y’all, get your s**t together and finish this album. And Zoe?” He says turning to face me and suddenly I feel nervous.

“You think you can handle this?” He asks me and I nod, sure of myself.

“After a bit of thinking I realized this is exactly where I want to be,” I tell him and he nods.

“Fine. I’m going to hold you to it princess.” He says with a wink and I frown.

“It’s Zoe or curls. Not princess.” I correct him and I see Storm smiling proudly that his nickname for me stuck.

“Curls? Sounds like Storm’s idea. Well, whatever floats your boat princess.” He says as he makes his way to our kitchen and takes a bottle of crown royal.

“I’m going to have a bit of fun in my room. When I come back tomorrow you guys better have had some f*****g progress with this album.” Pete says as he walks out of the suite, and everyone is rocking their best resting b***h face.

“So, let’s get started then,” Steel says gathering everyone on the couch. He throws out some ideas that get us excited, then Jax does the same, and well come up with some good song ideas.

“How about a dramatic sad song? Every good album has at least one of those.” Grayson suggests and Storm nods in agreement.

“Something like,

Forget me not, my beautiful queen, my happiness, and everything in between.

I nearly drunk myself to death, losing the one thing that was so nice yet so mean.

Remind me when those words had meaning. When the sky was clear and my heart wasn’t bleeding.” Grayson said shocking everyone into silence.

“Damn bro, who broke your heart?” Jax asks him.

“That last slice of pizza I couldn’t have,” Grayson tells him with a pointed look.

“I love those lyrics,” I tell him as Storm smiles and nods in agreement, and Grayson blushes a bit.

“Write that down Grayson. We’ve got about 5 great new song ideas, all we have to do is finish them and we will have 7 songs completed. The record label wants us to have at least 12 songs. We can do this.” Storm says looking proud and hopeful.

By the end of the night, we all have our songs completed and we’re happy with it. Storm seems more than happy as he wears a small smile on his face.

Steel invited one of his handsome gay friends over and is flirting with him by the stand-up piano, whispering to him and laughing. Jax and Grayson are in an intense game of chess at the table while Storm and I sit on the couch, side by side.

I feel his hand brush against mine and his fingers wrap around it. My breathing catches as I look towards him and see the desire in those beautiful green eyes that are dilated. He doesn’t need words to tell me what’s on his mind.

“Come with me.” He whispers in my ear and I can’t help but wonder in which way he means that.

“You’re crazy,” I whisper with a giggle.

“And by the way you’re breathing, I’d say you are too, Zoe.” His whisper over my neck sends a delightful shiver down my spine, and before I realize what I’m doing, I stand up as nobody pays attention to us and pull Storm up with me.

He smirks as I pull him towards his bedroom and he locks the door behind us. He quickly grabs onto my hips and kisses me senseless as if he needed to kiss me to survive. The kiss immediately melts me against him as I kiss him back, and when his tongue danced with mine we both lost it.

I desperately pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground as he hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties down with a deep, sexy groan. He squats down and pulls my thong off of my feet and looks up my skirt then into my eyes with a mischievous look.

“You’re glistening Zoe. I bet you want to be touched there so badly.” I whimper as his breath cares my wet p***y lips and he stands up to kiss me again. I pull his hair, he pulls mine, I moan, he grunts, and he walks me backward towards his massive bed.

Once the back of my knees hits it, I fall onto the bed with Storm hovering over me.

“Touch me please,” I beg him and he chuckles.

“I’m going to take my time with you, Zoe. My sweet delicious time.” He says as he cups my breast in his large hands and pinches my already peeked n*****s. I moan and writhe beneath him.

“Ah, so you do have pierced n*****s? Lucky me,” he says with a wink before saying, “That kiss at the bar was electric.” I can’t help but make a joke.

“boogie-woogie Woogie.” I sing. He laughs and shakes his head.

“You choose to make a joke now?”

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” I say with a giggle as his hands slide down my stomach to my kitty where he circles my c**t with his finger and I jolt at the sudden pleasure as he brings my attention back to him effortlessly.

“So sensitive.” He whispers delighted as his rubbing increases in speed.

“Mmm, Storm.”

“Yes?”

“I need you inside of me, I don’t want to wait anymore,” I tell him as my eyes roll back into my head and I fall back onto the bed.

“As you wish Zoe.” He says as he pulls his hand away and stands up. I lift my head to watch him unbuckle his studded leather belt and pull it off. I then crawl towards him and with a lick of my lips. I unbutton his blue jeans and pull them off along with his boxers. He hisses as his large c**k springs free and smacks my face.

“Hum. Subtle hints much?” I say before I lick the tip of his c**k. With my ass in the air, Storm spanks me and pushes me back onto the bed. His eyes look wild as he climbs back over me.

“You can suck me another time sweetheart, but right now I need to be in that wet p***y before I lose my ever-living mind.” He says in a husky way before positioning his tip at my entrance.

“It’s um... been a while so...” I say as he pushes into me halfway and he swears under his breath.

“Damn you’re so tight. I’m sorry, did I hurt you, Zoe?” He asks with a look of concern on his face and I shake my head. Did it hurt? Maybe just a little but it is about to feel a hell of a lot better.

“I’m okay, keep going.” And he does slowly, once he’s all the way in me my p***y clenches around him and I moan loudly as he begins to f**k me how I want it.

“Oh fuck.” He says as he loses control and grabs onto my neck. He applies just enough pressure to make me whimper. Ah, so Storm is kinky like me? Good to know.

“Harder,” I tell him and he grunts as he slams into me.

“You’re going to milk me any second if you keep gripping my c**k like that.”

Pound after delicious pound of his thick c**k has me tossing my head back, clenching the sheets, and moaning his name. He struggles to keep his voice down as he swears and groans, and I love how vocal he is.

After six minutes, I pull his lips down to mine and kiss him feverishly as I feel myself begin to come.

“Storm!”

“Shhh, that’s it, Zoe. Come for me.”

Then like a damn breaking under pressure I come in blissful waves of ecstasy while scratching up his back. Storm covers my mouth to keep me from screaming his name. And shortly after he pulls out to come on my belly button ring with those sexy grunts I love.