Her Siren Song

I took my headphones off. The song had heavy bass elements, and I knew enough to know I was going earblind by trying to work it for so long.

Karly had retreated to another room after tracking her vocals - the song didn't have a sultry subject matter, but she had a gorgeous contralto voice, and the hot vocal booth had resulted in her wearing nothing but a sports bra and booty shorts.

She'd caught me staring several times at the gorgeous lines of the muscles in her legs, the glint of the low lighting in the studio as it caught her belly button piercing. Each time her performance had gotten a bit huskier - great for the song.

I could almost pretend that was what I was intending.

We'd agreed long ago to never blur the lines of our friendship with sex - terrified it would end poorly and ruin our dynamic. Several close calls when we were drinking or dancing together had shaken us, but we'd stayed firm. Just as she'd finished recording her last line of the song, however, our eyes had met for a dangerous second, before she broke off and retreated to the other room to "draw or something".

I put the headphones down, and leaned against my desk, taking a deep breath. It was always hard resisting the urge to touch her, to grab her and kiss her, but today it felt almost impossible. I had to get myself under contro-

"Brendan?" She called softly from the other room. "Can you come here?"

There was something in the timbre of her voice that set my heart to hammering, and I grit my teeth and clenched my fists.

I took a deep breath and tried to centre myself, then left the studio and went out to the living room.

Just as I entered the room, she let out an unmistakeable moan that filled me with fire.

My eyes tracked to her - she was lying on her back on the couch, her head pointed away from me. One hand trailed up and down her body while the other had disappeared under the hem of her shorts.

I growled and rolled forward, stopping myself just in front of her, fists clenched and shaking with attempted self-control. Her eyes fluttered open, and a desperate hunger gripped her expression as she bit her lip, a perfect mirror of the storm raging inside me.

"We've talked about this," I began, but she cut me off. "I know what we talked about," she whispered, her hand still continuing its work under her shorts.

Involuntarily, I gripped my erection through my pants as I watched the hypnotizing, rhythmic movement.

"Please," she begged, her ragged breathing almost making it a sob, her masturbation taking on a frantic pace. The muffled sounds of her wetness reached my ears, and I realized that I had been stroking myself mindlessly while looking at her.

"Fuck," I choked out, removing my hand from my cock. I took a breath to say something to stop us, but I couldn't force the words out.

Taking advantage of my pause, she used both of her hands to grab her shorts and panties, and pulled them off in one smooth motion.

I couldn't take my eyes away from her pussy - she continued playing with it, but had angled her hand helpfully so that I could still see it. The incredible smell hit me and my teeth ground against one another, my nails biting into the palms of my hands as I exercised what little remained of my self control.

Her free hand floated over to me and undid the buckle of my pants, then pulled the zipper down dexterously. I was frozen, unable to deny what I had wanted for so long.

Karly pulled my boxers down, and my fully erect cock sprang out. She took a shuddering gasp, and one hand resumed playing with herself while the other lightly gripped it.

"Please," she repeated, looking up at me frantically, "I need it."

She gave it one arrhythmic stroke, but that was all I needed.

With a growl I grabbed her knees and pushed them back; she released my cock and mewed longingly.

Sinking to my knees, I lined myself up with her soaking slit and ran my tip down the length of it. We both shuddered; I met her eyes.

They went wide with shocked pleasure as I pushed myself in, her unbelievably warmth gripping me as I pushed myself in as deeply as I could go.

Her knees hugged almost to her chest, her eyes rolled back and she moaned. "Fuck me," she begged with barely enough breath to form the words, "please fuck me."

I began thrusting with wild abandon, and she cried out - a new song written as our cries of passion intermingled with the slapping of flesh on flesh, the wet sound of her working her clit cutting through the low, guttural grunts I emitted.

"I'm gonna cum," she gasped, and I savoured her words for a brief moment before responding. "Me too." At my admission, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"Inside me, cum inside me," Karly begged, and I felt the fire build almost instantly to the point of no return.

We came at the same time, the walls of her pussy convulsing with orgasm as she squirted on my cock, coaxing my cum deeper inside her as I erupted convulsively..

"Holy shit," I croaked, letting her legs fall to my side as I tried to catch my breath. "Yeah," she said in a small voice, staring at me with wide eyes.

I leaned down between her legs to kiss her, the small shifts and the unbearable sensitivity of my member causing me to twitch slightly.

She giggled as I kissed her deeply for a long, long moment. We rested our foreheads together for a while, not speaking, as our breathing slowed.

"I can't believe you're still hard," she giggled in a sultry voice. "Huh, how about that," I said, giving her an experimental thrust. Her breathing turned ragged, and the fire erupted in me once more.

"Please?" she asked.

I grinned. "Let's fuck this cum deeper into you, shall we?"

We didn't get any more work done on the song that night.