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The Music We Make

Back Room Fun

I woke up cold and it took me a moment to realize I was lying in bed naked with no blanket, and that the only cover I even had was the muscular arm draped around my waist. The events of the previous evening crept back into my mind and I smiled, shifting my body so I was facing the man next to me. He looked so beautiful as he slept there and the moment felt so surreal.

I shifted my eyes to my alarm clock and jumped a bit when I saw that we needed to be at the studio in thirty minutes. My sudden movement made him stir, so I only had to poke him a little bit to get him away.

“Bri,” I whispered. “It’s already eight thirty.”

“Ugh, fuck me,” he groaned.

“I would but we don’t have time,” I joked, kissing him on the cheek before rolling out of bed.

He chuckled and shifted from his position, standing up and stretching. I blushed as I watched his naked form move, my eyes drifting to his abs and then further down…

“Like what you see?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes at him, know that he was checking me out too. I quickly got dressed, putting on some jeans and a cut-off Metallica tank, with a pretty printed bralette underneath.

Unfortunately Brian only had his clothes from the day before to put on.

“I’m going to stop at home before coming in,” he told me on our way out. “I didn’t plan ahead.”

“You were being a true gentleman last night,” I teased.

“Yeah, I tried. But I couldn’t resist you,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. “See you soon.”

We went our separate ways and I rushed to the studio, hoping that I wouldn’t be the last one there. Brian was surely going to be late and I didn’t really want anyone teasing us. At least we weren’t coming in together and were going to be in yesterday’s clothes.

I jogged into the studio, and to my dismay, I was the last one there besides Brian. Right away people were asking if I was OK since it was so odd that I was there late. I admitted that I overslept, but hoped there wouldn’t be any other questions.

Brian came in a few minutes later, but everyone was so distracted by their work, nothing really was said. Matt gave him a little shit for being late, but that was all. I was relieved.
Honestly, throughout the day, no one really paid attention to Brian and me. I was kind of surprised we weren’t teased anymore about our relationship, but there was an intensity at the studio to finish working on Wicked End since we were falling behind schedule. Everyone was watching and listening to Matt as he worked on his part; we had finished recording everything else and wanted to make sure it all came together.

Brian and I sat in the back, and since no one was really watching us, he would place his hand on my knee, through my hair, or on my back. At one point his hand drifted to my inner thigh, making me squirm. He would smirk and wink at me and I would have to stifle a giggle. Mudrock and Matt were discussing different takes of the song so far and Matt would try and sing different parts in different ways to see what would fit. Normally, Brian would participate and help, but he was distracted.

While Matt was singing, Brian leaned over to my ear, whispering, “Come into the back room with me.”

I turned to him, surprised. “Brian,” I scolded.

He moved his hand back to my leg, his pinky lingering dangerously close to my core. He gently squeezed my leg and an image of last night popped into my head, my leg resting over his shoulder as he fucked me. I felt myself grow hot just thinking about him. I looked at him, bit my bottom lip, and nodded.

He smirked and stood up, sneaking out of the room. No one even noticed that he left, so I did the same, creeping out as quickly and quietly as I could. Brian was waiting for me in the hall and he grabbed my hand, pulling me into the nearest room. Immediately he pushed me against the closed door, kissing me hard.

I melted into him, pushing my hips against his as he kissed me. He tongue roamed my mouth, fighting against my tongue. He pushed his hands under my shirt and under the bralette, his hands resting on my breasts. Brian moved his hands over my nipples, gently pinching them as he kneaded my breasts. I moaned into his mouth, breaking apart the kiss as I leaned my head back.

“Shhh,” he whispered, kissing my neck. I had to stifle another moan, knowing that we could get caught at any minute.

Brian moved his hands away from my chest and unbuckled my pants, pulling them down with my panties. He swiftly turned me around, allowing his hands to roam my body as he did so. I heard him unzip his own pants, then felt him near my entrance. He kissed my neck again and reached his hand around my hips, his fingers grazing over my clit. I gasped and then bit my lip, practically whimpering as he played with my clit and kissed my neck.

He moved away from my neck and whispered, “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I practically begged.

With no hesitation, Brian placed one hand over my mouth and then spread me open, slamming himself into me. I cried out into his hand, grateful that he did that to diminish the noise. He shushed me again and moved his hand away from my mouth so he could hold onto his hips.

It was so hard not to scream out as he pounded into me, each thrust more powerful than the last. At this angle he got so deep and I was so turned on by the sneaking around. I was practically dripping and in order not to cry out, I began holding my breath. All that did was make the sensation more intense.

Brian moved one of his hands off my hips to my shoulder, pulling me into him even harder. I held my hands against the door, leaning over as much as I could so he could thrust into me with ease. I could feel myself clench around his cock, making him moan softly as I came close to orgasm. I moved one of my arms off of the wall, touching myself. Within moments I was seeing stars, shaking from the sensation of the orgasm exploding through my body. It took extreme self-control to not yell out in pleasure.

Brian slowed his movements as I came, allowing himself to let go as well. I could feel him shaking as he came and his grip on my hip and shoulder tightened. A moment later we stood there, panting, trying to come to after the intense moment we just had.

He slowly pulled out of me and moved to get dressed. I straightened myself out, pulling up my pants and turning to face him. We were both flushed and out of breath, but both grinning like madmen.

I moved closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. We kissed softly, still trying to catch our breath.

“You are something else, Rosie,” he told me, brushing hair behind my ear. “I think you were shy and timid, not wild like this.”

“You make me want to do wild things, Synyster Gates,” I teased with a wink.

He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. “We should probably go back out there,” he said.

I nodded, letting Brian go first. I went to the bathroom then, wanting to clean myself up first,
knowing I was a little disheveled from what had just happened. I looked at myself in the mirror and grinned. Having sex at work was so against my character, but hell, so was dating a rock star, or having sex on our first date. But even so, I was so happy. I loved that Brian made me want to do things out of my comfort zone; he made me feel incredibly sexy and confident. No other man had made me feel this way before.

I thought of my ex-boyfriends and how I never in a million years would have had sex that good and that intense with any of them. There was something about Brian that brought this wild side out of me and I loved it. I hated to admit it so soon, but I was really falling for this man. He was smart, funny, and we had so much in common. He as an amazing musician and extremely creative. He supported my music and wanted me to succeed. And God, he was amazing in bed.

I splashed some water on my face, trying to calm myself down from everything that was going through my brain. I dried off, fixed my hair, and then went back into the studio, knowing that I needed to get back to work.

Notes

I know it's short, but I didn't want to leave ya'll hanging without an update any longer. Comments and subscriptions are appreciated!!

Comments

@Nicole
I had some ideas in mind but nothing’s on paper yet. I am actually working on something else now... :)

@Ghost-On-A-Sea-Of-Wine
thanks! <3

J.J. J.J.
4/3/19

Loved loved loved this story! Are you still thinking of a sequel???

Nicole Nicole
3/16/19

Sorry I disappeared on ya, there. But I just caught up and finished this today. Cute ending. :)

@overneaththepathofmisery
Thanks <3

J.J. J.J.
12/23/18

So. Frickin. Sweet. <3 <3 <3