The Recording Studio

Otherwise known as the beginning. Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT LIKE A MOFO.

I’d only been working at Shady Records for a month already… I had keys. It’s probably because I brought Marshall his favorite drink every morning. Red bull. Maybe it was because he always made jokes about me needing to go out and score at least once. Tonight was my night. He’d bought me tickets to a Childish Gambino, and secretly talked to him, and told him about me. Who would’ve guessed that Donald Glover better known as Childish Gambino would catch me out in a crowd, chat me up, and we’d be standing where we are right now. In the middle of the recording studio that was exclusively owned by none other Marshall Mathers.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Donald said half laughing as he scratched the back of his head. It was the first words to tear through the silence of the room since we’d entered it. The entire taxi ride over, I was so amazed to be in his presence that I wasn’t sure I had even been breathing. “Sneaking into a recording studio and not making any music.” He shook his head. “It just feels so wrong.” He slid his fingers against the buttons before us, slyly hitting record, although I didn’t know. “but it feels so right.” He flashed me a seductive grin before taking to strides over to me. Our eyes met and I held my breath as I felt him stare at me. What were we supposed to do next? Shake hands? Do the tango? Was I supposed to confess my undying love for him?

“You should let me kiss you.” He blurted out and instantaneously, my bottom lip curled under my top row of teeth. “Can I�"Can I kiss you?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He bowed his head to mine, and our lips gently touched. “How long have you wanted me to kiss you?” He asked as he slowly slipped his tongue into my mouth. I tried to cover up the moan that escaped my lips but to no avail. I started to step back, but I felt his fingers gently loop around my wrists as he deepened the kiss. He kissed my chin and trailed down to my neck causing me to lay my head back. He caught it, cradling it as he furiously planted kisses around my neck. I felt his lips grabbing at my pulse as his tongue slithered around my veins. He paused, and trailed his nose against my neck and I looked at him, as the shock of his touch faded from my body. His face was serious, yet passion was painted all over it. “You’re beautiful.” He spoke the words as if they were just a line in a song. “And I wanna make love to you.” He stepped back. “But it’s crazy, because I don’t even know you. I don’t do things like this. I’m not drunk.” He paced the room. “You’re just some girl who’s probably going to wake up in the morning and either act like we’re married… Or…” He turned to me. “Or act like I’m just some guy who picked you up at a bar, and fucked you….I’m not that guy. That’s not what I want.”

I crossed the room to him. Something about his sensitive side gave me a weird feeling. I didn’t know if it was an even greater attraction, or if I was really starting to like him more than just some famous guy. I mean, I’d always had my eye on him, but in a more…. Celebrity, completely out of my reach way. “What do you want right now?” I asked looking into his eyes. His jaw clenched up, and with no hesitation he responded.

“I want you.” Donald had no idea what this feeling was. He just knew that what he felt with this girl was something he’d never felt before. Like unencharted territory that he had to write his name all over. It was a predatory possessive need that he’d never understand. At least, not in lust anyway. Every girl he’d ever dated was his. But tonight, she needed to be his… Whether they were dating, f*****g, best friends, nothing… Tonight, she was just his.

He pushed his lips against mine and I stumbled backwards into the booth until we found the couch that was set up in there. I never understood why Marshall had wanted a couch in the recording booth until now. “I want you.” He breathed out as he hastily began pulling off his shirt. I eyed him as he became frustrated and yanked at the thin fabric, freeing himself of it. His perfectly toned body shimmered in the dim light of the booth and my hands found themselves gripping his broad shoulders as he dove to start an assault on my neck. His fingers slid down my collarbone and rested on my chest. His lips found their way to mine as he reached under my shirt and began feeling me up through my bra. “Is this okay?” He asked and I moaned directly into his ear. “No.” He pulled away. “I wanna hear you say it.” I looked into his eyes and lifted myself up to face him.

“It’s okay.” I whispered and he smiled as his fingers popped the latch on the back of my bra and he pushed me back down. I watched as he lifted my shirt and folded it neatly over my neck as he slid his tongue through the valley between my b***s and nibbled on the skin just above my navel. He continued kissing down until he stopped at my pants. He kissed, nibbled and nipped until I couldn’t take it anymore. “F*****g take em off.” I demanded and he smiled at me as he slowly, torturously began to pull both my pants and my panties down. I lifted my legs but he shook his head pushing them back down. My clothes were still half on as he slid his tongue against my c**t and swirled it around. “Oh.” I gasped as my hands flew to his shoulders. He ran a slow trail up and down as he gripped my hips. I moaned as he started to speed up, his eyes locking on to mine as I watched him. I could tell he was smiling as he closed his eyes and I laid my head back. In seconds, he had pulled away and I cried out disappointingly.

He slowly dragged my body toward him and flipped me over. I turned my head over my shoulder and suddenly a spark slipped through me as he unzipped his shorts. His eyes caught mine. His eyebrow lifted as if to question if it was okay. I slowly backed up toward him and cooed, “Do it.” At the same time as my words left my lips, his dick sprang to life as he finally got the last button free on his shorts. I took the time to revel at his body. His caramel colored skin, speckled with curly hair. His arms were toned, large, and fit. As my eyes traveled lower, he arched my back and pushed his dick deep into me. I gasped out, not expecting something so fast. He slowly pulled out and the head of him, brushed my inner walls. I shivered as he slid his fingers down my back and gripped my hips as he pushed back into me. I stifled my moan into the pillow on the couch in front of me. I bit down as he began to slowly thrust into me.

“Wow, you’re tight.” He managed as he began to speed up. I could feel him leaning over me, and I looked back at him. His jaw was fixed, his eyes were low and he tongue snaked against his lips.

“Donald.” I begged. His slow pace was killing me. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel what he rapped about girls getting in his songs. I wanted to feel every fantasy I’d had seeing him in that concert. His hand grabbed my shoulder as he thrust harder.  The sound of my name on his lips made him want to go harder, faster, deeper. I leaned my head back and our eyes met, and he leaned over and kissed me. I moaned as he angled himself and he went deeper. Somehow, he managed to flip me over so that we were face to face and he stared into my eyes with deep concentration. He began to push himself into me a bit more vigorously, our eyes never separating. I gasped as I felt my orgasm approaching and my fingers dug themselves into his back as he watched me fight to hold back. “Donald.”

“Yeah?” He smiled reaching his fingers down and brushing them against my c**t. He could feel his own orgasm tightening deep in him but he wanted to see hers first. He wanted that look of satisfaction to send him over the edge.

“Donald.” I gasped as I felt his fingers race against the small button of pleasure between my legs. “Oh�"Oh�"“

“Yeah?” He began to lose himself in his thrusts. He was so close he could almost taste it. This girl’s body was so tight to him. It felt so good, he felt like he could see sound and hear color. He could write a million songs about the feeling he was getting feeling her walls contract around him.

“Oh f**k.” The sound of those words were too much as I slowly released into my orgasm, Donald pulled his dick out of me and quickly pumped out his own orgasm all over the couch. He bit his lip and I swear it was the most gorgeous face I’d ever seen.

“That’s gonna leave a stain.” He remarked before looking at me. “I like you.”

“You just met me.” The feeling started to kick in. He was going to leave this room, and I’d never see him again.

“Yeah, but you’re different. Plus… You say the nastiest s**t in bed…. And it’s f*****g awesome.”

I playfully pushed his face away from me. “Don’t quote your songs at me.” I teased and he smiled pulling my shirt over his eyes. To him, this felt natural. The most natural thing he’d felt since he started making beats on his computer. He didn’t want to leave. He just wanted to pretend like this was his real life. We weren’t in the studio. We were in his bed, we’d just finished making love and our kids were asleep. The dog had finally stopped barking because well, we were in the heat of the moment, and we were louder than him.

He could see it so perfectly until…

“WHAT THE F**K!?” We both quickly sat up and I yanked my pants back up. Donald quickly pulled the zipper of his shorts up to cover up himself, but there was nothing he could do about the stain on the couch. Marshall was standing outside the booth behind the soundboard and looked furious. “What is this�"DAMN!” I rushed out of the booth, Donald stiffly trying to find his feet’s coordination as he followed.

“Em�"“

“No, get the hell out of here. What is wrong with you?!” He screamed out. I scurried out of the room, and Donald began to follow after.

“Hey man…” Marshall said and he turned around. Marshall’s features softened. “You’re gonna want this.” He handed Donald the CD that he’d almost completely forgotten about. “Be careful with her.” Marshall leaned against the soundboard. “You’re playing with fire with that one.”

Donald watched me continue to evacuate the studio and hoped that one day, something would bring us back together again.