Authors: London Casey
Tags: #romance
“Maggie,” Tatum called out. “What are you doing?”
I bit my lip and reached behind to the clasp of my bra. My hands were actually shaking I was so nervous. It was far from the first time I was taking my bra off in front of another guy but something about it being Tatum made me wonder if anyone else had done this. And if so, would I be just as good? I wanted to be better, the best.
I unhooked my bra and let it fall forward. When it fell off my chest, Tatum missed another drum beat and his mouth fell open. I held the bra in my right hand and stood there, topless in front of Tatum’s drum set. I was just about in the same spot where Tripp normally stood which made me smile because I hoped from there on out when Tatum looked at Tripp he would picture me topless.
I walked towards the drums and gently placed my bra between the two toms and ran a finger along the cymbal. Just for show, I licked my finger as I continued walking around the drums towards Tatum. When I stood next to the hi-hats, he finally stopped playing.
“I can’t do this,” he said. “Not with you naked.”
“I’m not naked,” I said and pointed to my panties.
“I can fix that,” Tatum said.
He reached for me and I smacked his hand away.
“I want you, right there,” I said.
Tatum looked down and then back at me. “On the seat?”
“Yes. Right now.”
I stepped again, working my way between Tatum and the drums. Tatum dropped his drumsticks and reached for my sides. He positioned me directly in front of him and thanks to his tall height and my slight shortness, my breasts were perfect level for him. Just like before, he quickly went to work, putting his lip ring to good use, teasing my nipples, one at a time, until they were hard and I was moaning, begging for him.
He started to kiss below my breasts and that’s when I lost all my control. My left hand touched between his legs, gripping him. I pulled at his belt, fighting with it for a few seconds before he took over and stood from the drum throne.
“I need this off,” I said as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt.
I watched his sweaty, sexy, nipple pierced perfect body appear before my eyes. With his shirt off, he went back to his pants, dropping them. I took care of his boxers then, making sure my nails were hard against his skin as I pushed them down. When he popped free, I groaned and quickly clawed at his chest, wanting him to sit back down.
Tatum listened and I came at him, my legs spread, my body more than ready for him.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered as I bent my knees.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
I felt the tip of his erection touch me and my body shuddered and clenched up. The pleasure soared through me thinking about Tatum fucking me in the bathroom, and in my apartment.
His hands were on my hips, strong but still gentle.
He guided me down some more, allowing my body to get used to his thick size. I opened for him, accepted him, and squeezed against him.
As he let out a long groan, I started to lower myself some more. Tatum’s hands then squeezed hard and pulled, bringing my body down to his. In a matter of a second, he was completely inside me. My mouth fell open and Tatum kissed me, bringing one of his hands to the back of my head, helping me to remember how to kiss. My body was frozen by the pleasure.
Tatum bucked his body up and I groaned. My feet found balance and I pushed with my legs, lifting myself. As I stood, Tatum almost exited me. My body shook and tightened against him. His hands then touched my breasts, cupping them. I stared down at him with hopeless eyes. The events of our entire lives felt like they were all coming together in one set moment.
I moved back down on Tatum and slowly worked into a motion, lifting and lowering, enjoying all his body had to offer. Tatum matched my movements with thrusts. His right hand traveled down my body to my side, just above my hip. His left hand cupped under my breast, squeezing tight, his thumb sometimes teasing my nipple.
The sex became hotter as it grew faster. We balanced ourselves to ensure we didn’t fall off the drum throne and into the drum set. Each time I was reminded that we were fucking on Tatum’s drum throne and basically against his drum set, it made the pleasure and fantasy all that much more real.
His hands slowly worked their way further down my body until he touched my ass. There he held tight and started to guide me. He took control. I gripped his shoulders, feeling the rock hard muscles and hung on the best I could. I leaned forward, letting my tender breasts touch his face. Together, we moaned and grunted. A few times when Tatum moved his foot, he hit the hi-hat peddle or the bass drum pedal, and thuds echoed in the garage for a few seconds. They were always quickly swallowed up and replaced by the sounds of our bodies coming together.
When Tatum took his hands from my ass, he moved up my back, his hands spread, pushing, making sure I knew how strong he was. My back arched as I rocked my body, keeping Tatum deep inside me. I every inch of intense definition. One of Tatum’s hands slid its way to my hair. His fingers ran along my scalp and he forced me to look down at him.
“Kiss me,” he said. “Kiss me like we’re never going to kiss each other again.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
My lips touched Tatum’s for a second before our tongues were touching. As I moved up and down on him again, the kiss continued, becoming sloppy but sexy. We tasted each other’s mouths and heavy breaths.
I managed to mutter, “Fuck...” and Tatum returned it with the same.
My body ached in every possible place, the pleasure building on top of itself, over and over.
Tatum’s hands began a super tight grip, one hand on the back of my head, the other still on my back. I felt him thrusting up as hard as he could, everything thickening.
“Yes,” I whispered into Tatum’s mouth. “Yes, please...”
I came down on Tatum and held, moving in all directions. It took all of two seconds before Tatum finished. I was breathless. Our lips were touching, but we weren’t kissing. I felt lost in time, trapped in a world where Tatum held me and pleasured me every second of every day for the rest of my life.
Tatum smiled first and used the tip of his tongue to lick around my lips.
“That was perfect.”
I looked down at our connected bodies. “It still is perfect.”
“Fuck, Maggie... I’m in love with you.”
I put my hands to Tatum’s face. My thumb flicked along his lip ring, never wanting the moment to end.
“Tatum... I love yo...”
A horrible thud hit the garage. It sounded like a boulder crashed into it.
I jumped up, stood there for a few seconds, and stared at Tatum.
“What was that?” I asked.
The sound came again, just as loud as before.
This time it had a voice with it. A voice I never thought I’d hear anywhere near the garage where DownCrash practiced.
“Maggie! Open the fucking door!”
“Derreck,” I whispered as my legs gave way.
~22~
Tatum caught me and looked me dead in the eyes.
“Maggie, listen to me right now. This is it. This is where this all ends, right now. Get dressed fast. I’m right here. We’ll take care of it.”
Tatum fixed himself and dressed as I did the same. I couldn’t remember a time I dressed so fast in all my life. I kept looking at Tatum, wanting to protest his decision to confront Derreck together. But what choice did I have? Derreck had somehow followed me or found me. I was caught red handed so to say. My body still lingered with Tatum’s touch and when he put his arm around me, he pulled me tight.
“This is bad,” I said. “This is really bad.”
“No, it’s not,” Tatum said. “This is something that should have been done a long time ago.”
Derreck continued to pound on the door. I thought I would be the one to answer the door, to give Derreck a second to at least see me and then go from there. But Tatum wouldn’t have it. He used his right arm to protect me, to hold me back. He opened the door and Derreck all but stumbled into the garage. Tatum put his left hand to Derreck’s chest and pushed him back.
“Whoa, take it easy,” Tatum said.
“Who the fuck are you?” Derreck growled. He looked and saw me. “Maggie? What are you doing here?”
“Derreck, it’s time to go,” Tatum said. “For good. Okay?”
I saw the look Derreck gave Tatum. Derreck wasn’t one to get into fights with guys bigger than him, he preferred to throw his hands around at women, but the way Derreck looked at Tatum, I knew he wanted to kill him. And again, this wasn’t high school Derreck. This was ripped, tan, and pissed off Derreck. I didn’t know what he was capable of.
“You don’t know who I am,” Derreck said.
“And you don’t know who I am,” Tatum said. “Get your shit out of Maggie’s apartment and leave.”
“You think it’s that easy? She can’t get away from me. She needs me.”
“Nobody needs you,” Tatum said. He stepped at Derreck, bumping into him. “You’re a piece of shit, aren’t you?”
Derreck pushed at Tatum, moving him back a few inches towards me.
“Cut the shit,” Derreck yelled. “Maggie, come on, let’s go.”
Tatum stepped at Derreck again and this time I grabbed his arm. I pulled him back towards me.
“That’s enough,” I said. “Enough.”
“Enough?” Derreck asked. He raised an eyebrow, annoyed, staring at me, trying to be in control of me.
“I’m done, Derreck. Whatever we talked about in high school was then. This is now.”
“So you’re going to break all our promises?” Derreck asked. He looked hurt. I didn’t care. I had to fight it.
“I don’t care about promises,” I said. “Just go, Derreck.”
“Tough girl now,” Derreck said. “With your fuck friend here.”
“Fuck friend?” Tatum asked and smiled. “When was the last time you...”
Derreck threw a fist and Tatum backed away enough that Derreck spun around. Tatum laughed, purposely making it longer and louder than it needed to be, only to piss Derreck off more. I put my hands to my face. I couldn’t recall Derreck ever actually going after someone like that before.
“Want to try that again?” Tatum teased.
Derreck had two fists, both ready to unleash. “Where’s the rest of the pussies you call a band?”
“Really? That’s the best you’ve got? Calling the band a bunch of pussies?”
“Fuck you,” Derreck said. He looked at me again. “Maggie, let’s go. Enough of this.”
“I’m not leaving,” I said. “Derreck, I’m in love with Tatum.”
“Love...? You promised me,” Derreck said.
“You forced me into promising,” I said. “You’re a terrible person, Derreck. You’ve always been. You always will be.”
“I’ve had enough,” Derreck yelled. “Fuck this... let’s go Maggie...”
That’s when everything happened too fast.
Derreck had a hand out coming at me. I looked at Tatum, and his eyes went wide. Derreck grabbed my wrist and pulled. My eyes met Derreck’s then, seeing the rage of ten thousand fires. I knew if I went with him, he would do something crazy and bad to me. I opened my mouth, prepared to beg my way out of the situation, but I didn’t have a chance.
Tatum swung his left fist and he didn’t miss.
He connected with the left side of Derreck’s face and sent Derreck stumbling across the room. He went down to one knee, holding his face. Tatum then grabbed me and put me behind him.
“You don’t touch her,” Tatum said. “Ever again.”
Derreck looked over his shoulder. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
Tatum opened his arms. “Come on. Do it.”
I thought it would end there. However, the new Derreck wasn’t going to back down. He stood up and rubbed his cheek for a few seconds. It was already red and swollen. The few seconds of silence that followed were torturous. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to do anything and even if I was, I wouldn’t have a clue on what to do.
“Just leave,” Tatum said. “That’s your warning.”
“Yeah,” Derreck said, “here’s yours.”
Derreck threw a right fist that Tatum and I didn’t see coming. He punched Tatum in the shoulder, which at first seemed kind of stupid, but when Tatum turned and looked at his shoulder, it gave Derreck the opportunity to connect another fist, this time to Tatum’s face.
I cried out and stepped forward, but Tatum put an arm back again, keeping me from getting in the middle of the fight.
Derreck swung a third time and Tatum blocked the shot, connecting with a fist of his own to Derreck’s stomach. Derreck let out a groan and stumbled back. It gave Tatum enough time to stand and he moved at Derreck.
This was getting serious and I hoped Tatum could control himself.
Derreck grabbed at the mic stand, lifting it and swinging it. He hit Tatum in the leg and Tatum kicked at it.
“Weapons? Are you that much of a pussy?” Tatum asked.
“I do what I have to do,” Derreck said.