Into the Reverb

Chapter Two

The band is there for hours, way past the normal recording time slot. But you don’t mind because they are fucking brilliant. Their sound is hard but soulful, each of them adding a differant layer a unique to the sound. But you can’t stop watching Kylo play. His fingers are magic. He seeps such raw emotion. You flush as your mind starts to wander.

You wonder how well he can use those fingers in other areas. You let yourself imagine him slamming you up against the soundproof wall behind your chair. You can almost feel his breath on your neck as you envision him kissing at your pulse and cupping your pussy in his hand. "Is that good?"...suddenly you are jolted back to reality. "Y/N, is that good?" You had been too busy imagining cumming on Kylo’s fingers to realize they had run through the bridge again and were seeing if they needed to again.

Looking at the monitor, you don’t notice Rae walking in and sit next to you. “They are wicked good! How much have they worked out today?” she says. “Well, they rerecorded Wolves and The Art of Suicide and some new stuff for maybe 1 to 2 songs” you replay, eyes now not leaving Kylo and Kuruk.

“It's nice to get some fresh talent around here” she says, eyes sliding up and down Kylo’s body. Of fucking course she would have eyes for him. Why wouldn’t she? She’s probably is just his fucking type too. Lean, athletic, perfect skin.

You slouch in your chair and hit the microphone button “I think we have enough for today guys. Great job. I will schedule you some studio time later this week for review and planning, yeah?” You let the mic button go as soon as you hear a few yeahs.

You look at your phone. Shit, its 7:30. You missed therapy again. Dr. Morgan is going to be less then pleased. You push down your anxiety as you clean up the space and pack your items. You open the door as the guys walk out. Vic and Trudgen give you big grins and slaps on your shoulder, thanking you. You give them a smile as you lead them to the parking lot as you coordinate their next recording session.

A large hand juts in front of you and grabs the parking lot door before you can. You follow the arm up to a pair of amber eyes, full of something you can not name. “Let me, please” he mumbles as he pulls the heavy door open. You don’t know what keeps you glued to his eyes. You shake your head to break whatever just happened. You wave goodbye and head to your car. If you had looked behind you, you would’ve seen he never stopped staring at you.

You drive home in a daze. Your thoughts are consumed. He had been so fucking close to you could still literally feel his body heat and smell his natural musk mixed with his woodsy cologne. No man should smell that good after sweating in a recording booth for hours. Your pussy throbs at the thought of that big body on you, those lips on you. You involuntarily shiver at the memory of his low “please”. You would let that man do anything he wanted to you if he asked like that again.

You throw your vehicle in park and rush into your condo. As you lock the door, you continue to picture him wrapped around you, kissing and nipping at your neck, crooning about how much he needs to fuck you. You can’t wait, you need a release now.

You slide your hand down and bring your fingers back up, spreading the wetness over your clit, over your underwear. You let your eyes fall close as you apply slight pressure, ready to get lost in that familiar high. It's not enough. For some unknown reason, you already know Kylo wouldn’t be this gentle with you. He would take what he wanted.

You increase the friction while you bring your other fingers down to enter you. You jolt at the sensation. You can picture his eyes darken in front of you with his large fingers knuckle deep, and mumbles into your ear “Is this all for me baby girl?” You let out a loud moan.

Your hips cant, meeting your hand’s rhythm. You move you hand from your clit to your breast, squeezing and massaging as roughly as you could. As roughly as he would. With a needy moan, you grind down on your fingers.

You could almost hear his dirty words and growls in your ear, spurring you on. That telltale coiling feeling is starting in your lower belly. You insert one more finger and quicken your pace. You allow your mind to wonder about his mouth, his tongue, his talented tattooed hands, what lies between those muscular thighs...

You gasp loudly as you cum. Your body melts with pleasure. You said his name over and over in a hushed voice as you came down from your high, fingers letting up on their motions to show yourself some mercy. You slide down the door as your breathing begins to even out. You would give anything you feel his warm body around you, drugging you with sweet kisses and to hear you did so well for him. A shiver runs up your spine again. Fuck, you got to get it together, especially since you are going to be working closely with him from now on.