Rax stares at me with a wicked grin. I slap his face. “I said look at Shades, motherfucker.”
He drives harder—probably in retaliation—but his gaze shifts to Shades.
“Now kiss him.”
The grin widens. Rax tears into Shades, who pauses his thrusts for a moment. Their eyes close and tongues mingle. I’m grateful for the break in the action. If they hadn’t stopped, I’d have hosed Rax down like a mud wrestler after a match.
After an erotic display, their lips separate. I lick both sets of lips, and our kisses become a communal one. Three tongues, three passions feeding one body: mine. Rax diddles my clit, and I squeeze my ass around Shades again. He moans into the tangle of mouths. I stroke Shades’s cheek beside my head. “That was so fucking hot.”
Crushed between them, I buck my hips and restart the dick engines. “Now, who wants to come first?”
“After you, pussycat,” Shades says.
“What a gentleman. I, on the other hand, am not.” Rax hefts me up and readjusts his hold. I lean into his chest to give Shades a better angle for ass pounding. And pound he does. Seems as though Rax’s appearance has given his cock renewed energy.
“Well, then, Rax gets to come on my face while Shades watches.”
Rax lowers my feet to the ground and pulls out. He whips off the condom and tosses it aside. Shades’s pork sword keeps the back door rocking. I bend over and take Rax’s cock in my mouth while Shades slows his pace for several beats, then pulls out. I smile around the meat in my mouth. Shades almost lost it that time.
I drop to my knees at Rax’s feet.
Rax strokes my hair as I suck the life out of him. He smooths it, cups my chin, stares into my eyes. “I’m ready to blow, Letty.”
I swirl my tongue around his shaft once more and smile. White cum spurts across my teeth. I dart out my tongue to catch his falling raindrops.
“Uhh,” he groans as he coaxes the last of his load onto my face.
I flash him and Shades the glob of spank sauce on my tongue, swallow, and open wide. Then I rub some of the jizz that missed my mouth into my cheek, trail it down to my tongue, and suck it off my fingers. “Mmm, so fucking good.”
Rax squeezes the head of his dick and shakes it at me. “Goddamn, girl.”
I shift my gaze to Shades behind me, who’s leashed the head of his cock with a tight fist. “Your turn.”
“You first.”
“I insist.” I need him on me, coating me.
I get to my feet. Rax stares at me, dick in palm, pumping the fucker. He’s had at least two orgasms in the last twenty minutes, and now he’s ready for round three? That guy must be the machine everyone says he is. He’ll make some girl lucky one day.
But as hot as he is, he’s not for me.
I face Shades. He winds his arms around my used body and kisses me long and deep. Does he taste Rax’s cum tingling my tongue? If so, he doesn’t seem to care. God, this man is uh-fucking-mazing. He puts his whole upper body into the lip lock, submerses me, consumes me with waves of passion and possession.
Shades covets me.
Something clicks inside and sets off all kinds of alarms in my head. He’s getting too close. I break away and swipe my mouth with the back of a hand.
Shaking off the feeling of falling, I bend over, turn my head, and toss over my shoulder to Shades, “Fuck my ass, then add your cum to Rax’s. All over my face. Understand?”
A shaft up the bum is the only answer I get. My beautiful rock star thrusts to a silent rhythm, and I catch the beats in my head. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the subatomic music we make together. The notes seep into my crevices and penetrate down to my soul. This is greater than any high, any drug, any addiction. It’s pure and raw.
A pair of hands push me to a vertical position. My lids snap open. Rax kneels before me, hugs my thighs, and supports some of my weight. He buries his face in my pussy while Shades rocks my ass. It’s an awkward angle to accommodate, so I widen my stance, spreading open my knees while sticking out my butt for Shades. Rax lowers his head so he’s directly under me, in perfect view of both my cream-dripping cooch and Shades’s dick giving my hole what for.
His tongue swipes my clit, draws circles inside and traces the lines of my labia. His bird finger penetrates me, and I sense the other ones bumping Shades’s balls. Bumps turn into caresses, and Shades moans. My clit swells to the point of pain.
“Lick his sac,” I tell Rax.
Shades pauses his thrusts.
My back to his chest, I curl an arm around his neck and draw his lips to mine. Rax’s cum is nearly dry. “Do it for me?” Saying those words is a huge gamble. They assume a lot.
Shades doesn’t reply. But he also doesn’t protest. He resumes slow, gentle surges that light up my insides. The acknowledgment of my needs at the possible denial of his own isn’t lost on me. Shades just took this “relationship” to a new level.
I look down at Rax fondling my nether lips. “Lick him.”
And he does. His tongue darts out to greet each of Shades’s ingresses, and I watch from my awkward perch with fascination. Shades is letting his bandmate lick his balls while he fucks my ass. Sex has never been so hot.
Thrusts speed up. Pressure builds. Shades’s magic schlong finds the sweet spot behind my clit.
Rax’s tongue is everywhere at once. On my pussy. My nub. Shades’s balls and even his shaft as it pounds my ass. No inhibitions within a twenty-foot radius.
Bang. Suck. Bang. Slurp. Bang. Gobble, gobble.
Somehow Shades’s cock gets harder, penetrates deeper.
The cold air, the grassy scent of dried cum on my face, and the sounds of Rax licking balls converge into one massive sensory overload.
Shades pushes Rax out of the way and steps in front of me. His brows pull together, his lips part to reveal those scandalous, perfect white teeth, and he nails me with a devoted stare that bisects my soul.
“Give me that hot white cum, Shades. I wanna swallow your essence. Make it mine.” I open my mouth to accept his gift.
Rax watches with an awed expression.
Shades lets fly a muffled declaration of apparent pleasure between clenched teeth, along with enough cum to fill my mouth. The stuff shoots under my eye, across the bridge of my nose, and runs down the corners of my lips. His salty-bitter taste emblazons my mind. I desperately swallow, wanting more. I grab his cock and suck it. His legs tremble as I coax the last few stubborn drops out of him. He falls against the wall, looking dazed for several seconds.
I smear his jizz over my skin as I did with Rax’s. I lick my lips, smile, and kiss him softly for a long moment. The music in my head continues to play. He’s now a part of it. His “voice” harmonizes with mine. A chill catches me, and I shiver.
He finds my aching nub and thumbs it. Pressing his forehead to mine, he says, “You didn’t come.”
I smile. “I didn’t need to.”
I’m not sure if it’s because Rax was here or what, but I got so swept up in the wild high, I didn’t pay attention to myself. I enjoyed watching Shades getting off way too much.
And bossing him and Rax around sexually wasn’t half bad, either. Jesus Christ.
Shades looks to Rax. “Help me out.”
Rax swaggers over, still stroking himself. “Sure.”
Shades lifts me by the armpits and shoves me into Rax’s waiting arms. Rax supports me under the butt like a human chair, facing Shades, with my legs spread wide. I grin and lean into the rock star behind me to tease the rock star in front of me.
Rax braces himself against the brick wall. Now it’s Shades’s turn to get on his knees. Rax adjusts position so my cunt parallels Shades’s mouth.
“Your pussy beads droplets like dew on flower blossoms.” Shades flicks out his studded tongue and dips in for a quick drink.
“God, you’re such a poet.” I relax into Rax’s arms. He stares down my front and watches with a shit-eating grin.
Shades strokes my tits under
the shirt. He pulls on a nipple, pinches, tweaks.
“Tell him what you want, Letty,” Rax whispers in my ear.
I don’t tell him what I really want, which is two dicks in my twat. I’ll save that for my next birthday. “Tongue-fuck me, Shades.”
“Gladly.” His deep voice vibrates my clit. He licks just inside my fat, swollen lips and makes slow, exaggerated sweeps up, down, left, right, in, out, coaxing those hot juices from deep inside my cunt.
“Now stick your fingers in.” I caress his dark hair, taming the gel-hardened line down the middle. “Two of them.”
He does. Then he laps up an escaping trickle while pumping me. He puts his palm into it, increasing the speed. His mouth retreats when he finds my happy spot, and I cry out. Rax’s grip tightens. I’m trapped between two men I should hate.
My breath flies in and out in great gasps. My legs buck against the onslaught of rising ecstasy. My hips grind desperately against his driving fingers.
“God, please … please make me come, Shades.” My body is on the verge of breaking apart. I’m coming undone, unraveling, seduced by my enemies, but dying for more. “Yes, yes, yes…”
Arching my back into Rax’s front, I cut loose a spray of clear fluid all over Shades’s arm. I twist, wrestle, and caterwaul as the climax consumes the last of my control in a quick burst.
Rax’s triumphant laughter draws me back to reality. When I come to, Shades is grinning like the joker in a deck of cards, fingers still lodged inside me, covered in my squirt juice.
“What the fuck happened?” I can’t catch my breath.
Rax lowers me to the ground. Shades holds me up because I seriously can’t stand.
“Who fucking cares?” Rax zips up his jeans.
I tug my skirt over the natural disaster that was once my vagina and swipe my ass. Something sticky…
“Goddamn it, Rax.” He must’ve come when I did. All over the back of my skirt.
He scurries away and blows a kiss. “That’s for you to remember me by.” And he’s gone.
My head swims. I face Shades. I’m an awkward mess of rushing endorphins, would-be shame, and horrified realizations.
“Have we royally fucked up?” He probably thinks I’m talking about what happened with Rax, but I’m more worried about my change in feelings for him. This can’t be good.
He grabs me by the soaking wet cooch, crooks a finger in, and pulls me to his side. “If we did, it was worth it.” He kisses me stupid.
I think I’ve made a terrible mistake.
I think I’m falling for Shades.
Read more from Kendall Grey’s novel Strings (Hard Rock Harlots, #1). She also invites you to subscribe to her mailing list for alerts on new releases and to connect with her on Facebook.
About Strings (Hard Rock Harlots, #1)…
WARNING: STRINGS is not suitable for slut shamers, uptight stone throwers, Holier-Than-Thou prudes, humorless virgins, persons with chronic neck or back pain, pearl-clutching bitties, those who disparage crude humor or vulgarity in their many forms, closed-minded people with sticks up their asses, or anyone under the age of 18. The vile, base language and shocking, unholy sexual acts contained herein are not condoned by anyone with a lick of sense and should certainly not be reproduced without proper training and protection. The potty-mouthed and perpetually horny "heroine" (the term is used loosely) of this book does not resemble a normal, well-adjusted, or remotely believable person in any way, shape, or form. The author acknowledges that the characters in this book are shallow and two-dimensional; the plot is both ridiculous and insipid. She makes no apologies for any of it.
*Readers are strongly advised to wear latex gloves whilst reading to minimize contamination risks.
Free-spirited musician Letty Dillinger adheres to a strict, “no strings attached” policy when it comes to men. After a wild night of unabashed sex in a fancy hotel room, she never expects to see the adventurous stud she dubs “Shades” again. When her all-girl rock trio books a tour at the last minute as the opening act for their archenemies, Letty’s shocked to discover she knows the competition’s new lead singer. Intimately. Shades is no longer a one-night stand. Now he’s the guy she has to one-up on stage every night for the sake of her career.
Sharing close quarters on a bus with her sexy nemesis and his bad-boy buddies puts Letty’s Golden Rule to the test. On this tour, guitar strings aren’t the only things being played. And when heartstrings are pulled too hard, they’re bound to snap sooner or later.
About Kendall Grey…
Kendall Grey is the self-appointed past, present, and future president of the Authors Behaving Badly Club. A whale warrior and indie freedom fighter, she spends summers in the corner (usually with a dunce cap on her head) and winters hunched at the peak of Mt. Trouble, fiery pens of fury (complete with invisible ink) flying across the pages. She has a big set of cajones, and she's not afraid to use them. In her spare time, Kendall speaks your mind so you don't have to.
Kendall lives off a dirt road near Atlanta, Georgia, but don't hold that against her.
One Ride
The Hellions Ride, #1
Chelsea Camaron
The Hellions MC are a group of bikers running a transport company. Talon "Tripp" Crews, Catawba Hellions Prez is letting off some steam before yet another ride at the local bar with visiting charter member Frank "Tank" Oleander. What happens when two bad boys get together and need a release?
Tripp
“We heading out on the town tonight, man?” Tank asks.
“You know it, brother.” I smile and fist pound him.
“Good. I need this time away to get my mind off shit,” he responds, shaking his head.
“You need to fuck that feisty one out of your system,” Rex states, as he looks over at Tank with laughter in his eyes.
“Damn straight, I do. No regrets, that’s the way I’ve lived my life. Then I have to go and fuck everything up by giving into something I knew I shouldn’t have. Time and time again, I wanted to fuck her, but knew it would mess everything up. Damn it, I did it anyway and now I need to get her outta my system, that’s all.”
“A change in scenery, some new pussy, and a lot of alcohol will help man,” I say as I lead the way outside.
The whole crew comes out with us to a local bar. The place is one we frequent regularly. The beer is cold, the locals support us, and the barflies love us. Within a few minutes, Rex is off in the back stockroom with some random hookup. This is definitely what Tank and I both need. He can’t shake Sass, and I can’t get Doll outta my head. Damn, at least Tank got laid before the broad took up residence in his every thought.
After entering the bar, we pass by the booths that line the right side wall. Sauntering through the open middle space, we make our way to the long bar on the left. Tessie, our usual bartender, already has our first beers out and waiting. She’s a cute, petite, dark haired girl. She’s nice enough. Rex tapped her once a few years back; she took it in stride. She’s a single mom trying to get by, and gave into one night of lust. She’s never asked him for anything more than the one night in the very stock room he’s off banging someone else in right now. I’m pretty sure she may be the one repeat Rex has had, but neither of them shows it. Once, twice, whatever, they don’t act like it’s a regular hook up. Towards the back of the bar, there are two open rooms with two pool tables each. There is an area to throw darts in the back of each of these corner rooms. They usually fill up, but as a Hellion, once we enter, our room empties.
A few beers later, Tank and I are playing pool in the back corner room. Three women come over to our game. For a bit they watch and giggle to each other. One is a bottle blonde, short only five foot, one or two. She’s wearing a black miniskirt that barely covers her ass, a navy blue halter top that her boobs are screaming to be let loose from, topped off with those fuck me heels that women love to wear and men love to feel digging into their backsides. The other two have dark hair, one is taller, maybe five eight or n
ine, the shorter one closer to the blonde’s height. The taller broad, is in a little black strapless number that she clearly doesn’t realize one ass cheek is already hanging out of. The shorter one, obviously more reserved than the other two, is in jeans and a fitted shirt. She walks away, returning to wherever they came from.
The blonde approaches me, with a smile that says seduction. She licks her lips as she trails her finger over my cut. Stopping, she breathes into my ear.
“I have a pocket you can sink into, biker.” She whispers.
“Is that so?” I reply, looking over at Tank. Her taller friend has now approached him and is mauling his face in what I believe to be extremely drunk kisses. I watch as Tank wraps his hand in her hair. Tightly, he pulls back on her, to slow her pace. He’s taking control, and soon going to take what he wants. Returning my attention back to the barfly beside me, I move so she’s pinned between me and the pool table.
Taking the hint, she pulls me up against her. I lean down, she thinks I’m going to kiss her, but instead I whisper, as I breathe heavily on her neck.
“Baby, are you sure? Be ready, I’m going to fuck you hard, fast, and rough. Right here, in front of your friend, my brother, and whoever decides to walk in. Once I start, I’m not gonna stop. Say no now, and walk the fuck away. Otherwise, take your panties off and stick them in my pocket. Then turn around and bend your ass over the pool table bitch.”
Without hesitating, her panties are now in my pocket. Pulling her skirt over her waist, her bare ass is now shaking in front of me. Getting a condom out, I unbutton my jeans and stroke my dick. As I’m getting hard, I look over to see Tank is already working his girl over. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, and her head back as she’s moaning in ecstasy. Damn, they were quick to get to it.
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