“So fucking pretty,” she whispers, finger nudging under my chin.
She steps back and takes her underwear off. “Open your mouth,” she tells me.
I obey a little too eagerly. She stuffs the panties inside my awaiting hole, then pats my cheek. I can hardly swallow. Even so, she appears so damn happy about me like this that I don’t care.
“Hm… I think you need… There’s something missing… Oh. Right.”
She picks up the drumstick and braces it between my teeth. My mouth is immediately dry, saliva already daring to spill.
And in one motion, she sends me leaning against the snare again.
“Touch that gag, and you’ll regret it,” she tells me.
I believe her.
And yet, at the same time, I’m dying to know what exactly she has in mind as punishment.
An audible sigh leaves her as she sits on her knees again, jaw unhinged when she peers between my thighs. “You’re so wet that you left some behind,” she says before flattening her tongue over the leather seat, licking up the wetness I left behind. A satisfied groan leaves her, the noise making my toes scrunch. “Mm…”
I make a noise around her underwear, though no words are comprehendible.
She sits back and spreads more lube on the end without the tip, and when she slowly pushes it inside me, my eyes flutter.Delight spreads in her eyes as she slowly works it in me. In and out. I hang my head again, chin stretching to the ceiling. The snare drum wobbles slightly at the weight I’m pressing on it—trying to keep my shit together. Still, it’s nearly impossible when her tongue flicks my clit.
I groan and whimper with every deliberate thrust of the stick, every suck of her mouth. Those mouthwatering noises are back. I want to curse and scream the closer I get to orgasm, but I’m drooling, gagging, with every attempt to formulate speech.
Shit.
My body rocks, one hand in my hair, the other in hers. I’m on the verge of tears already. The kit around me rattles. I grab for the lip of the toms at my head to latch onto something to steady me as my climax climbs. I’m throbbing, trembling…
“That’s it. God, this cunt is insatiable. Will you ever get enough?” she asks.
I shake my head, and she snickers, kissing my clit again.
“Are you coming for me, rockstar?”
My thighs squeeze around her in answer. I can’t control it… the rising wave, the stars behind my eyes, the tense sensation that feels like I’m about to erupt…
I throw my hand behind me and arch off the drums as I come, the sensation cracking over me as a tidal wave that won’t stop. Gemma pulls the stick from inside me and sinks her tongue into my pussy, sucking what feels like my soul out of me—
The hi-hat cymbal crashes and topples to the ground.
The noise makes me jerk upward. I yelp. Gemma grabs me around the waist, shielding me as the noise echoes, letting me bury my head in the crook of her neck.
And all we can do is laugh.
“Shh…” she says as she takes the stick from between my teeth, her word broken by her own chuckles. “I knew that was going to happen,” she says, freeing me of the underwear gag.
I meet her cackles with my own. My hands press to her cheeks, and I kiss her grinning lips. Sparks seem to fly around us, or maybe that’s just my own delusions as I come down from this release. Either way, my heart is racing.
“Everything okay?”
The knock on the door is light, Zeb’s voice amused.
“Fuck off!” I laugh.
Gemma’s lips move from my mouth to my cheek, my jaw… each one settling us down from the high. My shoulders draw up as I hug her closer, entirely relaxing in her embrace.
She starts to pull back, though I grasp a little tighter.
