Love in the Studio (The Wild Diamonds)

by Piper Snow

  We jumped out of our seats, delighted in ourselves as we hugged in celebration.

  “I knew it was you. You were what was missing.” His arms lingered around my waist, and I looked up into his eyes, wondering if he could feel it, too. The sparks, the magnetism, that we had between us. Surely I wasn’t just imagining it?

  “We have something here,” he said, and I didn’t know if he was talking about the song or us, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to kiss me.

  As though reading my thoughts, he leaned down and crushed his mouth to mine, making me weak at the knees.

  “I have a confession to make,” I whispered. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about L.A, our night together.”

  He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear, sending tingles down my spine. “Neither have I. Care to re-create it?”

  I didn’t say anything, unable to find my voice. Instead, I allowed my tongue to answer for me, plunging it deep into his mouth to taste every inch of him. I clutched onto his shirt, my fingers shaking as they began unbuttoning it one by one.

  “Wait,” he said, looking behind me. “The door.”

  I stepped over to the door, turning the lock before twisting the blinds closed on the window, making sure we had complete privacy. I felt him behind me, so close his erection was pushing against my lower back, making me wet. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me again.

  I turned to face him, my breasts pressing against his chest, and he stared down at me with lust in his eyes. In one swift movement, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist naturally.

  He kissed me as he walked us over to the couch, lowering me onto my back before grinding himself against my mound. My pussy was throbbing in desire, aching for his long, hard cock.

  “We don’t need to take it slow this time,” I whispered in his ear, and a growl rumbled through his lips. He jumped to his feet, ripping his jeans and boxers off before pulling a condom out of his wallet and rolling it on. I laid there, so focused on his irresistible body that I hadn’t managed to start undressing.

  He took his place back on the couch, kneeling in between my legs before removing my heels, feathering kisses over my ankles and down my legs as he did so.

  With every touch of his warm, soft lips to my thighs, I unravelled a little more. He hitched my dress up over hips, and I sat up to help him pull it over my head, eager to feel his bare skin against mine once more.

  I unclipped my bra as he edged my panties down my legs before dropping them onto our pile of clothes on the floor. We were both completely naked now, and took a moment to enjoy each other’s bodies.

  “God you’re sexy,” he said. The desire in his voice was such a turn on, and I couldn’t believe how wild it made me feel. I was about to return the compliment, but the words were lost the instant he touched his fingers to my clit. He licked his fingers before stroking me hard and fast, and it felt incredible, like electric shocks shooting through my veins, zapping me all the way from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

  I felt the pressure rising already, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I swelled closer and closer to bliss. I was so close, my back arching as the beginnings of orgasm started growing between my thighs, when suddenly I felt him enter me. At first I thought it was his fingers, but the sheer size and power of it made me realize it was his cock.

  He slid into me, taking me by surprise and pulling me back from bliss for a little while longer. I moaned loudly as he picked up speed, lifting my legs up to give him deeper access.

  I lifted my hips, gyrating against him with every thrust, my entire body sizzling as he slammed into me again and again. I had an incredible urge to be on top, to straddle him, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and rolled us over, falling onto the floor with a thud that felt more pleasurable than it did painful.

  I began moving my hips back and forth, riding his cock so hard I thought it might split me in two. Every now and then I would slowly rise up, until the tip of him was just barely inside, before letting go, sliding down over him in a fit of ecstasy. I felt every inch of him inside me, rubbing against my walls, against the spot where euphoria dwelled.

  “Fuck!” Drew clutched a hand onto my hip, moving me faster as he rammed against me. Suddenly, his attention was back on my clit, circling it with his thumb as he fucked me hard. Pleasure rippled throughout every cell in my body, the simultaneous caressing of my clitoris and g-spot becoming too much to bear.

  I ran my hands down my chest, tracing my fingers over my nipples as I teetered on the edge of climax. “Drew!” I whimpered, never having felt such intense sensations before.

  With one more thrust, his cock plummeting into me as his fingers stroked my pussy, I lost control. I repeated his name as I hit new heights of ecstasy, so powerful I thought I was levitating.

  Drew let out a long moan as he followed me into climax, our bodies shaking against each other as we moved together in a frenzy, holding on to every last drop of bliss.

  I collapsed on top of him, suddenly feeling exhausted and even a little light-headed. I slowly lifted myself off of him, falling to the floor by his side, trying to catch my breath. “That was even better than last time,” I panted, wiping sweat off of my forehead. “We should do that more often.”

  “Really?” he asked. His surprise made me doubt that he’d enjoyed himself as much as I had, but when he followed with: “I’m in if you are,” I let out a sigh of relief.

  “Great! Nothing wrong with having a little fun!” I emphasized the word ‘fun’, not wanting to scare him away with the impression that I wanted more than just sex... although I wondered if that would be enough for me.

  “Right, fun,” he said, standing up to get dressed. I winked at him, enjoying expressing my flirty, sexual side. It came so naturally when I was around him, as though he brought my truest, most inner desires and sensuality to the surface. I loved how womanly he made me feel. A zap of pleasure twirled between my thighs at the though of feeling this way anytime I wanted, of being able to explore this side of myself and explore his body whenever I felt like it.

  Chapter Seven

  Drew

  For the next few weeks, Kelly and I saw each other as much as possible. We talked, we fooled around, we laughed, we fucked... a lot. I’d never had so much sex in my life, we just couldn’t get enough of each other.

  I had an insatiable hunger for her luscious lips, her smooth skin, her soulful eyes. Worse than that, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her whenever we were apart.

  That’s how I knew I was in too deep.

  She’d made it clear from the very beginning what she wanted from me: wild nights and hot sex. Nothing more. I couldn’t blame her, I knew I wasn’t relationship material, not for her, anyway. I wasn’t good enough for such a smart, talented, successful woman like Kelly. So I kept those new feelings hidden away, pushed them out of my mind and made the most of the time I had with her, because I knew that once she found a guy who was good enough for her, I’d be gone, out of her life forever. All I would have left of her would be the memories of our passionate nights and the song we recorded together. I loved that song, the way her voice sounded as it collided with my own. We were so good together.

  I was pulled out of my thoughts by my phone vibrating in my jeans pocket. Her name flashed on the screen and I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. “Hey baby, what’s up?”

  “Hey sexy!” she cooed. “Free tonight?”

  “For you? Always.”

  “Perfect. My place at six?”

  “Actually, Lacey’s going to a slumber party tonight, so we’d have the whole house to ourselves if you came here.”

  “Oh, cool! Okay, be there at six.”

  “Awesome! See you then, babe.”

  I always went to her apartment, which was fine, but I wanted her to see my place, my life. I wanted to show her that I’m not the total badass she thought I was. Maybe, if I worked up my
courage, I could even show her that I could be more than just sex, that I wanted more than just sex. I doubted she would reciprocate my feelings, but I had to try, or I would regret it for the rest of my life.

  At six o’clock on the dot, she knocked on my door, and I practically flew downstairs to answer it. I’d spent the entire afternoon cleaning and tidying up, wanting to make sure everything was perfect for her when she arrived.

  I opened the door and the first thing I noticed was a wicked glint in her eyes, and when I scanned her body, I knew why. She was wearing a black trench coat, buttoned all the way up to her voluptuous cleavage, and I had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t wearing much underneath. Add to that her blood red heels, wavy blonde locks and pink lipstick, and I was putty in her hands.

  “Are you going to invite me inside?” she asked. “Or should we start the party out here where all the neighbors can watch?” Her heels clip-clopped against the hard wood floor as she moved passed me and into the house, my body frozen at the sight of her.

  “Are you cooking something?” she asked, and the smell of something burning snapped me back into reality. I pushed the door closed and ran into the kitchen, opening the oven to pull out the homemade pizza I’d prepared. I knew it wasn’t the most romantic of meals, but I was so new to this that I honestly had no idea what else to cook. I’d never tried so hard to impress a girl before, and I felt like I was in way over my head.

  “I thought I’d make us something to eat. I have wine, too, if you’d like a glass?”

  “I’d love some, thank you,” she said, looking around the house as she walked into the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar in front of me. “Wow, you have a beautiful home. Have you lived here long?”

  “Yeah, all my life, actually. It belonged to my parents. We lost it after they died, had to move into a crappy apartment in the city. But the moment the band got signed, I started saving the money to buy it back. Moved back in about a year ago now. This way Lacey can have some familiarity and normalcy, go to her old school with all her old friends. Be a normal kid. Besides, I couldn’t stand the idea of strangers living in this house. It’s always been home for us.”

  “Oh Drew, that’s amazing. You should be so proud.” I thought I saw her eyes welling with tears, but she turned away before I could know for sure.

  I poured wine into two glasses and we sat down at the dining table to eat the pizza. I couldn’t stop staring at her coat, my mind running through all the possibilities of what she could be wearing under it – or not wearing.

  “So,” she said, taking a sip of her wine. “When are you guys planning on releasing our song?”

  “Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that. We’re doing a performance on Late Night Live next week, and I was wondering if you’d like to sing with us, debut the song live to the whole country?”

  Her eyes lit up, and she almost spat out her wine in shock. “Seriously? I’d love to! That would be so much fun!”

  “Awesome!” I said, not even trying to hide my excitement. I couldn’t wait to get on stage with her and perform. If the electricity between us on tape was so powerful, I couldn’t wait to see what it would be like singing together live. “I’ll be having a party here after the show to celebrate. Aside from our performance at the awards show, this is our first live nation-wide TV gig, so we’re all a bit nervous. It’ll be good to have a pro like you on stage with me, to keep me calm.”

  “Oh, honey,” she smiled, and I loved that she had taken to calling me honey. “You’ll blow them away! We’re gonna have a ball!”

  After dinner, I was pouring more wine into her glass when she batted her eyelashes at me. “So, care to take me on a tour of your lovely home?”

  “Sure thing, where do I start?” I wondered aloud, never having given a tour of my house before.

  “How ‘bout your bedroom?” she asked, her breathy voice oozing sexiness. I clicked then, realizing it wasn’t a tour she was wanting, it was me. I went hard instantly, knowing my curiosity about what was under her coat would be satiated in a matter of minutes.

  “Follow me,” I said, turning on my heels and heading for the stairs, ripping my shirt off along the way.

  “Now this is what I’m talking’ about!” she called as I heard her heels gaining speed behind me. “As much as I love the Drew who’s a gentleman and a sweet dinner host, it’s bad boy Drew I’m here for.”

  I cringed a little as I took the stairs two at a time. My attempt to show the other side of myself tonight had worked, she saw it. She just didn’t want it. It didn’t get much clearer than that. She wasn’t interested in boyfriend material me, she just wanted bedroom me. All I wanted to do was make her happy, so if that was what she wanted, that would be exactly what I would give her. A wicked grin formed across my face as I planned my naughty surpass for her.

  Chapter Eight

  Kelly

  I’d regretted making my comment about only wanting ‘bad boy Drew’ the moment it flew through my lipstick covered lips. I was so worried that he’d somehow see through my act and realize I actually wanted more than just sex, that I was going overboard pretending the opposite.

  I pushed the thought out of my mind, knowing I’d have plenty of time to beat myself up over it later. I wanted to enjoy this night to maximum capacity, just as I had done with all our other escapades together, because I knew this bliss was only temporary. The moment he found out I was falling for him, all of this would be over. And he would find out, I was smart enough to know that feelings like this don’t stay hidden forever. Even if I never built up the courage to tell him, I knew one day soon I would screw up, and my cool facade would come crashing down all around me, leaving my heart bare and vulnerable to breaking.

  It almost happened last week, after a particularly lengthy and very steamy session in my bedroom. We’d fallen in a hot and sweaty heap on the floor, slowly drifting to sleep in each other’s arms. In my delirium, I had whispered “I love you, Drew.” Luckily for me, he had already passed out. But that was way too close, it could have ruined everything.

  “After you,” he said as he held his bedroom door open for me. I’d seen glimpses of his gentlemanly side as we got to know each other over the last few weeks, I’d seen that he was kind, sweet and genuine, but tonight he was outdoing himself. I loved seeing this side of him, and I knew he would make some lucky girl very happy one day. It just wouldn’t be me.

  Walking into his room, his musky scent everywhere, I felt like I’d just come home. I was surprised at how normal it was, I had expected a heavy metal star’s bedroom to be dark, covered in posters of his favorite bands and mess everywhere. Instead, I was greeted with matching blue and white bedding, a couple of cool electric guitars in one corner, a lounge chair in the other, a cool evening breeze coming through the open window overlooking the yard, and cream colored walls, one of which had a Kurt Cobain quote painted on it in cursive:

  “I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.”

  I started to realize that I’d had Drew all wrong since the very beginning. He had a wild streak to him, and he wasn’t afraid to be a rebel and let his rockstar attitude show, but he wasn’t bad to the bone, like I’d thought. He was a prince in a villain’s clothing, finding the perfect balance between the bad boy and the hero. I’d never met anyone like him before in my life, and I didn’t want to let him get away. But for now, I had him. He was mine. And I would savor every second of it.

  I was on him the second he closed the door, our lips glued together as we shuffled towards his bed. I pushed him down onto the mattress and began undoing my coat, taking my time with every last button before turning around to face my back to him, letting it drop to the floor.

  I peeked over my shoulder to see his reaction, his eyes bulging out of his head. I turned to face him, letting him soak up the view. I’d been lingerie shopping again, this time having the confidence to do it solo. I was wearing a black corset and bra, with a matching g-string to complete
the set. I took it up a notch by pulling on some thigh-high fishnet stockings, complete with a garter belt.

  The trip from the city out to his house in the suburbs was a bit nerve-wrecking, but also quite thrilling, and seeing the look on his face when he opened the door and now as his eyes scanned my body made it well worth it.

  “Holy fuck,” he muttered, the tent in his pants growing by at least another three inches right before my eyes.

  I crawled on top of him, straddling him between my thighs as I brushed my lips against his.

  “Well,” he said, swallowing hard. “If we’re doing sexy surprises, I’ve got one for you, too.” He grabbed me by the hips and flipped me onto the bed. “Lay still and close your eyes.”

  Anticipation pulsated through my body and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I waited for him to return to me, wondering what he was going to do.

  Seconds later, I felt his body heat scorching my skin as he hovered over me, kissing me softly. Something silky covered my eyes, and my heart skipped a beat as he tied it around my head, leaving me blind. His hands clutched mine, our fingers intertwining until I couldn’t tell which were his and which were mine.

  Suddenly, he lifted my arms over my head and held them there, shifting so that both my wrists were being held firm by one of his hands, while the other fiddled with something that sounded like metal.

  Before I had a chance to ask what he was doing, the cool metal clicked around my wrists, and I felt a fire ignite between my thighs as I realized he had handcuffed me to the bed.

  I smiled, excited at the thought of him having complete control over me. My excitement only tripled when I felt more silkiness wrap around my ankles. He spread my legs wide as he tied me to the corner bed posts, leaving me completely open for him.

  For a moment, everything was silent. I couldn’t hear him moving, and I wondered what he was doing. Shivers ran down my spine as I lay there, waiting for pleasure. I felt the tiny hairs on my body stand up, every inch of my body tingling in anticipation, not knowing where he would touch me, what he would do next.