Non-Jovi Fiction

The Hot Young Drummer (complete)

The door closes with a snick.

My back is pushed up against the wall, his mouth slants over mine and takes over. His kiss is deep and plundering. He crowds me.

I feel his heat, his sweat drenching my blouse. I don’t care and I tangle my hands in his shaggy blond hair and hold on to him.

He lessens the kiss till finally he moves from my lips, I moan in rejection! Only to sigh as his teeth graze my ear, then down my neck. His beard and moustache are tickling me. My hands are roaming the part of his back that I can reach, the muscles flex. God he’s ripped.

So starts this short story about Dee and Ty...