He had been teasing me all day: Subtle touches as we got ready for the day. A kiss that lasted deliciously long as I was heading out the door. Suggestive texts through the day. I had to severely guard my expression in a meeting when he had messaged that he couldn’t wait to absolutely unload his cock in my pussy. When I got home, he was totally engrossed in his drums. Lost in a world of beats and rhythm. I knew I should leave him to practice, to work out his day's energy and frustrations, but I was feeling too playful for that.  

I gave him a little wave to catch his attention and got only a brief nod. Oh, it’s on - I thought. I’m feeling bratty now. Sliding across the room, I positioned myself perfectly in his line of sight and started slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Moving in time with his beat, and keeping as much of his eye contact as I could. As this song came to an end he was gentle with me, still not fully aware of the depth of my current desire. “God, you’re beautiful, babe. I just have a couple more to get through and then you have my full attention.”

It was clear I needed to change tactics, so I slid behind him, careful not to get in the way of his arms, and gently wrapped myself around him. Stiff nipples pressing into his back. Hands sliding around his chest. More intimate than a hug as I caressed him and nuzzled into his neck. God, I love the smell of him. He chuckled a little as I licked and nibbled at his ear. 

He hesitated at the end of this song, leaning to put down his sticks, but I was enjoying this game and wanted to see how far we could take it. “I thought your practice was important to you? How about a little practice on your focus? I’ll kneel here in front of you and, as long as you keep playing, I’ll keep sucking. If you stop, then I stop.” How could I pass up the chance to drive him wild like this, after all that drum stool is the perfect height for me to be on my knees and worship him the way he deserves. 

I knelt between his legs and slowly pulled down his zipper, being careful to keep his eye contact. It took a bit of adjusting to get just the right access for me to slide my hand inside and pull out his quickly hardening cock. Then I sat back on my heels and waited. “Shit, you’re serious, aren’t you? I have to keep playing?” My only answer was to nod and lick my lips. 

He started slowly at first—a simple beat. It was easy enough to match the rhythm of my strokes to the rhythm of his music. I swayed to his music and slowly lowered my head towards him, mouth open in anticipation, salivating for my prize. A few gentle licks along the underside and a light suck of the head. He seemed to be keeping beat well enough, so clearly I was being too easy on him. I covered the head softly with my mouth and started circling my tongue around him, still pumping my hand to his beat. He faltered for just a moment, enough for me to pause and look up at him as if to say - do we go on - but I knew he was loving it. He took a deep breath and got back on beat. 

I renewed my efforts, grinning slightly as I started to slide my mouth lower and lower down his shaft. Each dive down was paired with a long lick up. Increasing my grip and my suction, I tried to stay on beat with him. I love to wrap my lips tightly around his base and feel him start to swell and twitch in my mouth. Wanting to prolong this sweet torture, I switched to suckling his balls. One at a time, I popped them into my mouth, sucking and rolling gently, while one hand played with the other and I pumped him gently to his beat. That elicited a deep, delighted groan. “You know me so well. Keep going, sweetpea.”

I started lowering further and further down his cock, relaxing my throat as best I could. He had caught on that my timing matched his timing, and I noticed his beat speeding up. With that encouragement, I knew it was time to finish him off. I took as much as I could, eyes watering, loving every quiver in his body. I came up for air, grinning, moved my hands to his thighs for support and went down again. His drumming faltered again as his hips started to buck a little. Suddenly the cymbal crashed as he threw the drumsticks and pushed me back to my heels. His frame towered over me, unmistakably powerful, as he stroked himself furiously. With a deep groan, he unloaded rope after rope across my chest. I couldn’t help but smile up at him adoringly, proud of winning this little game. His hot cum ran down my cleavage, over my hard nipples, and all through my bra. Totally spent, he collapsed back onto his stool with a satisfied grin. “You know that’s my brand new bra, honey, and you’ve made a big mess of it!”I teased him. “I’ll pay for the dry cleaning,” he laughed. “It was totally worth it.”