“I’m going to get a drink,” I tell the girls. Screw my highly limited cash stash. Surely we’ll get paid soon. I grab my shit, exit the stage door, and hit the bar.
The bartender tells me he likes my voice and gives me a free martini. At least there’s that. I guess I am a little bit lucky about some things. Though, getting lucky with Shades tonight doesn’t seem like much of a possibility anymore.
I’m so pissed right now. Not only can I not get laid, but my preferred layer keeps upstaging me at every opportunity. Fuck this shit.
I finish my drink, thank the bartender, and return backstage. Jillian, Kate, and Jinx are discussing some issues with the new song. The members of Killer Dixon are nowhere in sight.
I gesture to the empty couch. “Where’d everybody go?”
Kate rolls her eyes. “Guess.”
Fuck. Me. “The bus.”
“You got it, sister.”
Donkey cocks humping a dump truck’s junk.
I engineer an apathetic expression while swallowing the bile climbing my throat. “Just as well. I met a guy in the bar,” I lie. “He wants to take me to his car for a quick boot-knocking. I’ll meet you on the bus in an hour.”
“I hope you have condoms,” Jillian calls as I rush through the exit.
It’s not like I’ll need them tonight.
The polar temperature bites hard into my tits, and my scrawny blubber layer loses the fight against the cold. I stand in the back parking lot, shivering, scowling at the bus across the blacktop. That motherfucker.
Even though my head urges me to forget about it, my heart has to know. I plod over to the bus, my feet filled with the lead of dread.
So what? It’s not like you own his body. You have a rental agreement at best. If he wants to bang other chicks, it’s his prerogative. As long as he’s being safe.
Right. Safety is a good cover for jealousy. I’ll use that.
When I get to the bus, I hide in the shadows and listen to the shenanigans inside.
“Yeah, baby, suck that cock.” Rax growls. “And you Blondie, play with my balls while you jerk off Toombs.”
Muffled, presumably wang-stuffed female grunts escape through a cracked window. Rhythmic banging accentuates their moans.
Where the hell is—
Shades appears beside me and clamps his hand over my mouth, as he’s so fond of doing. Well, this time, it was a good idea. I guess I have a tendency to shriek when he surprises me.
He holds his index finger over his lips and leads me by the hand to the back end of the bus.
“You thought I was in there.” He grins that sexy grin that makes me want to shoot strawberries like a love cannon from my cooch.
“So what if you were?” I blow off the insinuation, even though I want to slap his face.
He steps into my personal space and guides me to the other side of the bus. There’s a nice big wall there. No one can see us unless they come looking. Fuck, my pulse hammers in my veins.
“I’d finish my girl off and come out to find you.”
Grr … “We’re not having sex again until you promise you’ll use condoms with the other chicks you fuck.”
He holds up his right hand. “If I fuck another woman, I swear I’ll wear a condom.”
Then I remember he’s adventurous. “Or another guy.”
He shakes his head. “Or another guy. Can we get on with it now?”
So, he doesn’t deny he might fuck another guy. Intrigue beats some of my anger into submission.
I close the gap between us. My hands skate up to his leather-covered shoulders. “Where’d your groupie go?” Vapor swirls between us in the cold.
“I gave her to Rax and Toombs.”
“Why?”
“Not my type.”
I refuse to read anything into his answer, but I utter a silent Huzzah! “Why didn’t you tell anyone it was your birthday the other day?” Not sure why it bugs me that he celebrated his special day much the same as I did mine: without fanfare.
He grasps my open coattails and tugs me close enough to feel the rigid dick straining beneath his jeans. His green eyes spark in the shadows. An onslaught of quim quivers seizes me.
“Because I don’t want to be treated differently from anyone else,” he says.
Huh. I figured Daddy’s boy would expect the world to bow down and worship him and his gold on his birthday. Maybe it’s a macho guy thing not to make a big deal over birthdays.
“Are we gonna talk all night?” he asks.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. “Ah, no. We can absolutely get to the fucking now.”
Grinning, I unbutton and unzip his jeans. No underwear to prevent his monster trouser snake from rearing its head to strike. I lick my lips and then drag them over the head of his cock while staring up at him. His eye contact assures me he’s with me and not someone else, like that groupie who was all over him. I savor it.
Teasing, sucking, tasting, I take him deep. He grabs my head and fucks my hungry mouth. The fluid beading at the tip of his cock kisses the back of my throat. I provide a little hint of teeth every few strokes to let him know I’m in charge. He defies me by pulling out and beating my lips with his magic muscle.
I spit on the head and spread the natural lube with my fingers. It’s a weird sensation, cold spit on a hot rocket, but I like it. I draw my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. His head tips against the bus as he hisses a long inhale. His hips return to the game and thrust harder into my mouth.
Shades has the most glorious dick.
Clutching his length with both hands, I suck his balls one at a time. They’re fucking huge. No way I can accommodate both at once, though I try anyway. As soon as I secure one and open wider for the other, the first one tumbles out. It’s a fun challenge. Even better when I moan around a mouthful. The vibrations must tickle because he executes a full-body shiver.
I stand and fondle his sac. “I want these nuts slapping my clit.”
Grinning, he spins me around and shoves my cheek against the wall. The miniskirt lifts. My bare ass is freezing, but I have a feeling things are about to heat up.
He leans over my shoulder as fingers part and penetrate my pussy lips. “Soon. I’ve been jonesing for another taste of your cunt for days. Maybe I can get you to spray my face like you did my curtain.”
Now it’s my turn to shiver, and it ain’t because of the cold. A flood of melted muff butter leaks down my legs, and I moan long and hot. My thighs quiver, lose their strength, and I wobble in his arms. “I’ll do my best. I’ve never squirted like that before. I wouldn’t mind trying again.”
I shouldn’t have confessed that. It gives him too much power, but I’m so weak from the pounding of his heart against my spine, the warmth of his breath, and the thought that eating me out might give him even a tenth of the pleasure I get out of giving him head.
Shit. Am I falling for Shades? Or is this just an insanely intense sexual thing?
It’s one hundred percent sexual.
At least I think it is until I turn in his arms and caress his rough cheek. His devious gaze bores through me, straight into my woman bits. The pleasure fans out from there, on a collision course with my heart.
I don’t know anything about this guy.
“Give me five minutes with your pussy.” His middle finger still deep inside me, he squares his shoulders. Determination and commitment flare in his eyes. He withdraws and sucks the finger like a Popsicle. Even employs sound effects.
Female screams emanate from inside the bus, followed by male grunts. Laughter. A slap.
Oh God, I could almost come now. “I’ll give you three minutes. Then I’m taking control of the situation.”
“You’ve got a deal, pussycat.” He drops to his knees. I lift my combat-booted foot and hook a leg around his broad shoulders. Using a combination of tongue and hand, he muff dives, stroking and sucking my clit while curling two fingers inside me. He pumps his arm fast and hits me straight in the G-sp
ot I didn’t know I had.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I mumble. He pins my back and arms against the wall. His head’s under my skirt, cock jutting straight up from his open jeans. I twist my hair into a thick, red rope and bite down on it to keep from screaming his fucking name to the stars.
The cold flips my tits on high beams, but my skin is on fire. Beads of sweat bloom all over me.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” A woman inside screeches. The bus rocks. Sounds like an animal dying a slow, torturous death in there.
I tighten my grip around Shades as his tongue plunges in and out of my cunt. Another finger gets in on the action. There have to be at least three fucking me now. At this point, I’m pretty sure I can take the whole fist.
“I’m gonna come,” Rax yells. “Open wide, baby.” A long, drawn-out groan follows. “Ah, fuck me…” More grunts. “Yes, swallow that shit down, girl…”
I twist away from Shades, grab him by the ears, and pull him up. “Fuck me, Shades. Fuck me until I come like Rax did.”
He arches a brow and reaches into his leather jacket pockets. One hand produces a small bottle of lube. The other comes up empty. He hesitates. “Shit. I left the condoms inside the bus.”
The moment of truth stalks me. Beads of cum roll down my legs in earnest. If I don’t get off in the next five minutes, I’ll fucking die.
I lick my lips. “Are you clean? Tell me the truth.” He said he was the night we met, but I have to be sure.
“As far as I know.”
That doesn’t sound promising. “You always safe?”
“Unless I’m in a relationship, yeah.”
My heart stumbles out of rhythm. “I really want to fuck you bareback, but—”
“Then let’s do it. I trust you. You on birth control?”
“Yes, but—”
“You don’t trust me.” His expression loses a lumen of intensity.
He’s right. I don’t trust him. I have every reason not to.
But maybe I should.
I turn around, slide up my skirt, and present my ass for his viewing pleasure. I’m one big raw nerve, a ball of conflicted emotion. The ultimate “fuck you” would be to walk away and leave him with blue balls. Let him find another chick to screw. This is the perfect opportunity to cut my enemy loose for once and for all.
I meet Shades’s gaze over my shoulder. God, I shouldn’t do this. “Take me. However you want. Just fuck me.”
A squeal penetrates the night as the bus starts rocking again. Giggles follow.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He grins, licks his hand, pumps his cock, and spears my pussy.
I throw my head back and bite off the “fuck” on the tip of my tongue. I grind my hips, twist, and shake. Riding him like a corkscrew, I let go of my inhibitions and embrace the crazy ride, accept it like a gift left on my altar.
“That’s it. Milk my cock, pussycat,” he breathes in my ear, and his lips skip down the steamed column of my neck.
“Yes, God, yes.” Without a condom, it’s better than I dreamed. He’s so gonna screw me over. I’ll blame my poor decision-making on a genetically driven lack of impulse control and hope for the best.
“You fantasized about me when I caught you playing with yourself on the bus. Didn’t you, Letty?”
I love it when he says my name. I hate it when he reads my mind. “Yes.”
I reach inside my coat, under my shirt, and yank my bra up. I clamp one of his hands on my tit, and he kneads it.
His other hand slides around front and rubs my clit. “I’m gonna fill up this sweet little box with hot Toddy.”
I giggle.
My pussy is a dripping, dick-pumped well. A milky river flows down my legs. “My ass, Shades. Do my ass like you did the other night on the bus. I wanna spray this fucking wall with cum graffiti.”
“I’ll lick it off the goddamn bricks,” he whispers in my ear.
Fuuuck…
He pauses for a moment. My legs tremble at the sudden lack of friction. Something cold squirts and drips into my crack. Once I’m properly greased, I pull him out of the front and shove his rod through the back door. A cry escapes me. I can’t help it. At this point, I don’t care if anyone sees us. In fact, that might turn me on even more. Bring it, motherfuckers.
His girth fills me, stretches me to the point of ripping. I need this agonizing pleasure so badly. Need him.
“Letty … Jesus Christ, you’re a wild fucking beast.” He grabs me by the hair and pulls me backward to look at his sweaty red face. Our lips fall into kissing range, but there’s no contact. Ravenous lust steeps his expression. And a smidge of something else. Respect?
Ah, fuck. I never considered I might serve as anything more than a base sexual fantasy to him. Goddamn it, I like it. I laugh out loud. The endorphin rush makes me.
“Is tonight’s performance good enough to win back my song?” I tighten my rectal muscles on his next lunge, and he growls.
“Pretty fucking close.” He releases my hair and gropes my throat. His hand squeezes, cutting off a little air. My pulse races in reply, and I step up the heat by meeting his heavy thrusts halfway.
“Fuck it, girl,” Rax says. He must’ve opened the window all the way. It almost sounds like he’s right here with us.
“Yeah, fuck it,” I tell Shades. “Fuck it like you’ll never have it again. Fuck it like you hate it.” My butt cheeks bounce and breaths strain with his brutal poundings. “Make my ass beg for more.”
Goddamn it, he does. I’m lost in a haze of lust and hot skin and bodily fluids. Drowning, choking, dying for more. Control ebbs away, and pure chaos descends. I fucking love this.
“I want a taste.” Rax materializes out of thin air beside us, and I almost shit all over Shades’s cock.
“Oh my fucking God!” I disengage and grab my chest. Breaths rush on a collision course with hyperventilation. My heart trips over itself. “Oh my God.”
Shades stares at Rax as if he wants to rip the guy’s head off. “What the fuck, man?”
Shit, we are so busted. I smooth my skirt to cover the mess we’ve made down below. Motherfuck.
Rax leans against the bus and studies us. The howls and rocking continue inside. Rax must’ve left Toombs to finish off the ladies.
“Shades and Letty. Didn’t see that coming.” He steps closer and glances at Shades’s swollen dick saluting him. “But I’d like to.”
“We just got a little drunk—”
“How about a three-way, and I won’t tell Kate.” With the top of his hair pulled into a ponytail on the back of his head, Rax looks like a sleazy car salesman, which is kind of a twisted turn-on.
Shades says nothing.
“You wouldn’t dare tattle.” I’m reaching for any excuse to deny what my libido demands: exactly what Rax’s offering. It’s so wrong, yet I’m so worked up, I can’t help wanting it.
Mixed signals fire in my brain. Rax is a total fucking ass munch. Why the hell am I remotely considering anything sexual with him? Because I’m a masochist with an insatiable appetite for sex and trouble. Not necessarily in that order.
I try to redirect Rax. “Telling Kate would ruin the tour.”
He lifts a brow. “For you, maybe.”
Eyes narrowed, Shades focuses on Rax. Protective. Territorial. Also hot.
My mind races. The two of them. Together. Behind the bus. Making a muffaletty sandwich.
I sweep my gaze down Rax’s front. Nice big bulge in the trousers. Sculpted six-pack under the tight T-shirt. Tattoos and piercings galore. He may be a cunt, but his body is fucking badass as hell. I can overlook idiocy for the sake of an amazing orgasm and a taboo thrill ride.
I know I’ll regret this tomorrow, but I want to fuck Shades and Rax.
“You got protection?” I say.
Shades snaps his neck my way. I expect a confrontation with disappointment, but he’s grinning. The pervert wants to do it too?
Score!
Rax holds up a wrapped condom. “Liq
uor in the front or poker in the rear?”
I smile at his joke. I get to tell them what to do? Oh, hell yes.
“I’ve had quite enough licking, but I wouldn’t mind being filled with two big dicks at once.” I glance at Rax’s zipper.
He unleashes his beast, which rivals Shades’s in length, but he’s a little bigger around. Perfect for feeding this starving cum catcher.
Rax rolls the condom over his shaft and strokes it. Holy fuck, is that…? Shit. It is. Kate was right. The snake tattoo slithering up his neck really does end at the tip of his cock. Jesus Christ, how much booze did he have to drink to sit through a couple of hours of dick needle torture?
I’ll have to marvel over that one some other time. I’ve got a date with double penetration first…
I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this. And Shades seems all in. Standing behind me, he wraps his arms protectively around my waist—which makes me even hotter—and dives back into my ass with no warning.
This standing angle is a new one. I lose my breath for a few strokes as Rax watches Shades fucking my hole. God, the blend of pleasure and pain is exquisite. In and out he pumps while I finger myself. I hold up my hand for Rax to taste. He sucks my flavor off.
Next thing I know, my shirt is up, and he’s suckling my tit. “God, yeah.” I clutch his face harder against my nipple. “Suck it, Rax. Suck it while Shades fucks my ass. Don’t you wish it was you in there?”
“Bitch.” Rax’s dick stroking picks up speed. Shades pounds me harder, bites my neck. Rax fingers me.
I slap his hand away. “No, you cunt drip. Put your dick in my pussy. And stare at Shades while you fuck me.”
Shades’s breath heaves. Rax’s smile suggests he’s found heaven. I aim to ensure we all arrive at the Pearly Gates at the same time. Preferably with him in my mouth.
The male dynamic is fascinating. If Shades was horny before, he must’ve sprouted about a dozen more balls now. He’s an apex predator who knows he can’t lose. I can’t wait to see his reaction to sharing me with his bandmate.
I grab Rax’s cock and slide it in. Sweet fucking Jesus, he’s big. I have to stand on tiptoes to give them both the angle they need. I wobble. Rax comes to the rescue and lifts me off the ground. I sling my legs tight around his thighs and ride him like a kid in a bouncy chair. Shades’s dick slams my ass in sync. I feel both men ramming each other from the inside. God, they must be enjoying this almost as much as I am.
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