Band Practice

{I do not own this. This is not my writing. Credits go to CaseyLeeSixx on Ficwad. If you want to read her original story, here is the link. http://www.ficwad.com/story/173793 I'm only posting this writing to show my friend. And i changed the names cuz this gave us an idea. With the names changed, it gives us a little, creepier picture of how we are going to do it in the game.}

The air is thick and stifling in the small recording studio. The consistent bang of the piano against the wall goes unnoticed as sweet exchanges escape hungry, bruised lips. Heavy breathing and moaning is starting to fog up the glass of the studio and every noise that is made seems to echo off of the walls. A small yelp that could be passed off as a scream escapes into the air but is quickly stifled by a kiss. The doors are locked securely and as far as anyone knows there is a small band practice going on inside. No one can hear the grunts and groans past the small, sound proofed room attached to the studio. The studio has literally turned into its own little world. Another pleasured scream shatters the relative quietness of the room. The scream is followed up by a sort of whimper. The whimper turns into a name and escapes into the air. "T-Tom..." Kayla stutters as the singer continues to thrust into her. The piano continues to bang against the wall with every push of Tom's hips. The singer bends over to steal another kiss from his lover. The younger woman wraps her arms around Tom's neck and kisses him back. As the thrusts pick up speed the kisses turn into bites and the banging on the wall becomes a constant pounding. Kayla, being the more vocal of the two, gasps for air between each moan and cry. After a while it seems as if there are no pauses between her words. "Oh god Tommy...H-Harder....Don't fucking s-stop..." the woman stammers as her back arches clean off of the piano. A guttural moan rips from his throat and echoes off the walls. When her spine makes contact with the wood of the baby grand Tom leans down and sucks on one of her nipples. As the thrusts pick up speed, sweat starts to drip from their bodies. The singer's hand slithers from Kayla's hip to inbetween her thighs. The womans's breath hitches in the back of her throat and her nails immediately dig into the skin of Tom's shoulders. She clings to her lover and bucks up when the singer gives her inner thigh a rough stroke. Tom kisses his way up the woman's torso and neck until he reaches her lips. He kisses his lover softly and tenderly until the younger woman's arms lock around his neck. Tom parts his lips against Kayla's and sucks the woman's bottom lip into his mouth. He nibbles it softly while trying to keep his thrusts and strokes at a steady pace. Kayla tilts her head back, breaking the kiss, and moans raggedly. Tom swallows thickly and gets lost in watching his lover's eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” the singer murmurs in a voice that is literally dripping with sex. Kayla just moans and arches off of the baby grand again. Tom straightens his spine and watches his lover writhe underneath him. The younger woman’s fingernails scratch at the smooth surface of the piano as she looks for something to grip onto. When she can’t find anything she brings her hands up to his head and pulls at his long, tousled hair. “Fuck…Tom…Shit…I’m close…Oh god… Fuck me harder…” more and more words tumble out of Kayla’s mouth as her orgasm begins to creep up on her. Tom, wanting nothing to do with words at the moment, shuts the woman up with another kiss. Kayla moves her hands to the singer’s head and tangles her fingers in his soft, dark hair. The room is filled with so many noises at this point: Kayla’s moaning, Tom’s heavy breathing, the sound of skin slapping skin, and of course the sound of the piano banging against the wall. None of these sounds make it to Kayla’s ears as her climax closes in on her. She moans into Tom’s mouth and shudders as his cum spills out onto her stomach. His body trembles and his legs almost give out as his orgasm wraps him in pure bliss. When he can finally see straight again he pulls out of his lover and removes the condom he’s wearing. He lets it fall onto the floor as he makes himself comfortable. He bends over so that he is bent at the waist, but also so that from the hips up he is lying on Kayla. The woman wraps her arms around the singer and sighs dreamily. “You get better and better every time we do this,” she mumbles as she plays with Tom’s hair. The singer lets out a quiet laugh. “Well we do this at least twice a week. How can I not be getting better?” He picks his head up and smiles at his lover. He lifts himself slightly and props himself up on his elbows so that he can kiss Kayla. The woman smiles and lifts her head as Tom leans in to kiss her. When their lips make contact it is soft and tender. They keep the kiss short and soon they are both on their feet and getting dressed. Once their clothes are on and the evidence of their alone time is all cleaned up Tom snakes his arms around Kayla’s waist and faces her. He keeps his face about and inch from his lover’s and just stares into her deep, brown eyes. “I love you Kay,” he says quietly before resting his forehead on the woman’s. “I love you too Tommy,” the younger woman says before brushing her lips against Tom’s one last time. The smell of sex still lingers in the air but the lust and bliss that was felt less than ten minutes ago is slowly being drowned out by a heavy, melancholy feeling. When the kiss breaks both Tom and Kayla face the fact that they will have to walk out of the recording studio and pretend that nothing happened. They stare at each other for a while and exchange sad smiles. “I’d better get going. How about you swing by my place later for another practice session?” Kayla says with a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. Tom flashes her a huge smile and nods, “That sounds perfect.”