Drum's heartbeat

Interstellar music

2 weeks later:

Zoe POV:

The album is finally finished and today we’re going to get a visit from the record label, Interstellar music, and perform for them some private sessions of our songs.

I’m nervous as hell, but deep down I know we have this in the bag. The owner of Interstellar music is a perfectionist, to say the least, and very hard to please. I know this because I met him while working at my last job for Sonar records.

That being said the man knows good music when he hears it, and he has signed many incredible bands in the past, including the band my father was in.

I sigh as I think of my father and how he would feel about me joining a band and following in his footsteps.

I mean I won’t end up an addict like he was but still, he probably won’t like it when I tell him this.

I walk out of my room rubbing my tired eyes and as go to the kitchen I bump into Steel who has a curious look on his handsome face.

“What?” I ask him and he flicks my curls back and gasps loudly.

“What?” I ask him again and he squints his eyes at me.

“You and Storm are together, together?” He asks and I shrug.

“I guess we’re together, together in bed, if that’s what you’re asking, Steel.”

Storm and I have had mind-blowing s*x these past two weeks without end. We just can’t help but be near each other. And I’m afraid my heart is starting to get involved too.

“Zoe, honey, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m glad you didn’t take my advice when I told you not to be with him.”

I c**k my head to the side.

“And why’s that?”

“Because Storm walks around with new found glory, and has been feeling more creative than he has been in years. Thanks to his muse.”

My heart flutters at the idea of me being his muse.

“I... I really like him Steel. In a way, I haven’t liked any man, and that’s kind of scary you know?” I tell him and he flashes me a grin.

“Again, I want to tell you this is a bad idea and that it’s very messy to involve yourself with someone in the band, but I can’t bring myself to say that with how happy he’s been, but please do cover your hickey before the rest of the guys give you s**t for that.” He tells me and I gasp and I put my hair forward to cover it, and he chuckles.

“Can I ask you something Steel?”

“Yeah.” He says casually as he sits on the counter in front of me.

“What was Milo like?”

At my question he looks shocked a bit, his eyebrows shoot up and he looks off in the distance as if remembering him.

“Honestly I’m surprised Storm told you about him. Milo was a friend of ours in high school, he was never part of the band but he was always touring with us and we all loved him. He was sweet, funny and he obviously heads over heels for Storm, the way Storm was for him. But then of course he passed away from cancer as you already know.”

I nod with a pout.

“I’m sorry you all had to lose him. Do you think um...” I stop short.

“Do I think what Zoe?”

“Do you think Storm would ever love again?”

He blinks in surprise.

“I... I believe he will, why? are you...?”

“No, no. I was just worried about him is all.” I explain and he sees right through me with a knowing look.

“If you say so. Listen I’m in the mood to get my nails done, wanna come with me?” He asks me as he hops off the counter and I smile and nod.

“Sounds fun.”

***

Storm POV:

After Zoe and Steel come back from the nail salon down the road the guys decide they want to go back to that bar again. After the experience, I had last time at the bar I decide to stay home.

Zoe stayed home as well to keep me company. She is spoiling me with her sweetness. I play the drums in the basement for fun while Zoe reads a book on the couch a few feet away. I’m nowhere near as good as she is but still, it’s such a fun instrument to play.

“Come here and play me a little something for inspiration,” I tell her with a smirk as I stand up, walk to her and hand her the drum sticks. She takes them with a soft smile.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood and I can tolerate your bossiness.” She tells me as she sits behind the drum kit and after she tunes her drums she begins to play an Aerosmith song so f*****g perfect that I can’t help but stand up and dance to it. She giggles and shakes her head as she plays the drum solo while holding my gaze.

“You’re too f*****g sexy for your own good,” I tell her over the sound of the drums and she bites down on her lip as she looks me over. And she’s a little s*x kitten who likes to claw my back up while I f**k her.

I still have marks on my back since yesterday. I walk up next to her as she plays and she licks her lips as she spreads her legs wide enough for me to see her sexy red panties I bought her a few days ago while we all went to the mall.

“Are they to your liking, Storm?” She asks in a way that makes my c**k twitch beneath my sweatpants. Then with a dark glint in my eyes, I get a naughty idea.

I take the drum stick from her hand and lean over to her sweet mouth to give her a slow, sensual kiss that has her moaning softly.

“I more than like this Zoe. In fact, I believe you do too. I bet you’re dripping for me already.” I whisper against her lips and she shivers beneath me.

“Spread ’em wider,” I tell her before getting down to my knees and twirl her drum sticks in my hands.

“What are you planning? Something naughty I hope.” She says and I chuckle deeply.

“You know me so well. How clean are these drumsticks?” I ask her and she shrugs.

“I sanitize them every time I play. Force of habit.”

“Good. Because I’m feeling a bit experimental.” I say as run both sticks up the insides of her legs and she trembles at the light touch.

Without looking away from her lusty eyes I push her panties aside with one drum stick and swirl her c**t with the tip of the other. She gasps and moans in surprise.

“That feels surprisingly incredible.” She tells me as she grips the drum stool hard and lets her head fall back.

“You’re soaking your sticks already and I haven’t even put them inside of you,” I tell her with a deep groan, and she whimpers.

“Please, Storm.”

Then holding both sticks together I ease them in gently and she stretches around them and bites her lip. I slide them in and out and hear her breathing intensify.

“My God.” She says with a low grown.

“I bet I could make you come like this,” I say as I simultaneously play with her c**t as I f**k her with her sticks. Her nails grip onto my shoulder the way I like.

“You definitely could, but I want you inside me.” She says with a pleading expression.

“Don’t you worry your pretty head, Curls. I’ll be sure to make you come more than once tonight, and I’ll definitely be inside you for the majority of it.” I tell her and she looks into my soul with so much fire that it burns me. Then a few seconds later I have her trembling at my mercy as I f**k her faster and hear her cries of pleasure.

As comes down from her orgasm I smirk and lick her drumsticks clean.