by Tara Oakes
Jessi looked over her shoulder at Tommy and Angel. “So fucking ready.”
Angel drove his hips forward with a hard thrust that drove Tommy’s cock straight into Jessi. The three of them gasped and moaned simultaneously. Angel was the driving force behind their rhythm. He was a hard fuck. He pummeled Tommy from behind with glorious thrusts that sent Tommy’s cock deep inside Jessi. Tommy was full from behind and encapsulated from the front. He was the impaled and the impaler. The receiver and the giver. Sensations flooded his lower half as Angel fucked him from behind and Jessi fucked him from the front with a series of backwards thrusts.
Everything exploded at once. A shockwave started in the tip of Tommy’s cock and bolted back toward Angel. Jessi’s legs trembled and she panted with deep guttural moans. His cock was swimming inside her, covered with so much warm liquid, he didn’t know how much of it was his fluids and how much was Jessi’s. Angel was last to let go and jolted Tommy from the back with enough force to flatten Jessi against the door of the stall.
Angel pushed Tommy’s long hair aside and left a delicate kiss on his neck. “I love you, my prince. I don’t care if we make love in a grand hotel suite or in a public bathroom, as long as I’m with you and Jessi, I’m happy. I love you both so much.”
Tommy kissed the back of his wife’s neck through her hot pink hair, much like Angel had just kissed him, then twisted so he could meet his lover’s lips. “I love you both more than you’ll ever know.”
Their bodies slowly separated. Tommy kissed Jessi, then he kissed Angel, and then they kissed each other.
“And I love the both of you,” Jessi said as she tenderly stroked their cheeks with her hands.
Tommy’s perfect state of bliss lasted several seconds before a wave of panic overtook him. How long had they been in the bathroom? “Our plane!”
Angel quickly pulled up his jeans. “What time is it? I left my phone with my carry-on.”
“Me too.” Jessi pushed her skirt down, but decided to forego her panties that were now strewn behind the toilet.
They raced out of the bathroom, but only made it a few feet before they were inundated with a large group of fans. Two members of Immortal Angel’s security team quickly stepped in. Tommy was relieved to see them. “How long before our flight leaves?”
“It left ten minutes ago,” the security guard answered.
“Fuck! Where’s my guitar?” Tommy looked toward the gate were he’d been sitting, but he couldn’t see through the thick crowd. Missing the flight was bad enough. If anything happened to his Les Paul, he’d be devastated.
“Your band took everything on the plane for you. They assumed you were going to make the flight at the last minute,” the security guard explained.
“When is the next flight?” Jessi asked. “We need to see the ticket agent.”
The security guard produced three tickets from his breast pocket. “Audra called from the plane and took care of it.”
Two hours later, they were on their way to Auckland. Tommy settled into his seat, but he couldn’t entirely relax until his Les Paul was back in his hands. His thoughts drifted to the reason for their lateness, and a smile spread across his face. “Do you always walk around with lube in your pocket?” he asked Angel.
“You can blame your minx of a wife for that. We were in the newsstand and she suggested a quickie on the plane.”
“I was only joking.” Jessi’s attempt at hiding a smile failed miserably. “It was Angel’s idea to ambush you in the bathroom.”
Surprised laughter fell from Tommy’s mouth. “You two planned that?”
Angel put his lips to Tommy’s ear. “Why do you think I had that massive hard-on at the urinal?”
They were always full of naughty surprises. Tommy reclined his seat and pulled his lovers into his embrace. He let out a deep, contented sigh and closed his eyes, in dire need of sleep.
There was chaos at the arrivals terminal in Auckland. Apparently, the details of their flight were broadcasted across social media. It took 40 minutes to get through the crowd of fans and safely into the waiting limo, and now they were delayed in rush hour traffic. Immortal Angel was due to hit the stage in less than two hours, and Tommy worried they wouldn’t get to the venue on time.
A hand landed on his leg and steadied his bouncing knee. Another stroked the inside of his upper thigh. He looked at Angel, then at Jessi, and let out a small chuckle. “No. Stop.” He pushed their hands away from his hardening cock. “I got a show to do. My legs are like rubber as it is.”
There was no stopping Jessi and Angel. Their hands covered his crotch, and their lips were on either side of his neck. Tommy didn’t bother resisting. He leaned back and resigned his body over to his two lovers. Angel unbuckled Tommy’s belt and Jessi pulled his cock free. They both dove at it with their mouths in an effort to see who could claim it first. It was a wonder they didn’t bonk heads. Jessi was the winner, as usual. Her soft lips and the tender flick of her tongue woke Tommy’s desire. Angel grabbed Jessi by the back of her hair and bobbed her head up and down. It was Jessi’s gentle suckling, but the momentum was all Angel. It was an erotic mix that felt like both Jessi and Angel were sucking him off at the same time.
“Share,” Angel whispered.
Jessi withdrew her mouth and Angel took over. The pull of Angel’s mouth was stronger than Jessi’s, and his hands were rougher. They took turns, each giving Tommy their distinct techniques. Their mouths were on him quicker and faster. A shockwave of ecstasy hit Tommy like a sledgehammer. His body shook and convulsed as his cock released a heavy load onto Jessi’s tongue. She pulled away and offered her mouth to Angel. He grabbed the back of her hair, leaned her head back and kissed her. Their tongues twirled, churning Tommy’s cum between their mouths. It was hot as fucking hell to watch them together.
The limo door suddenly flew open and Audra stuck her head in the car, less than three feet from Tommy engorged hard-on. “Hurry—” Her eyes went straight to Tommy’s throbbing erection, with a bead of cum still bubbled on the tip. Her cheeks flushed deep crimson, but she never flinched. “You’re on in 30 minutes!”
Tommy stuffed his cock back into his jeans, and the four of them raced into the venue.
Alyssa cackled with laughter as soon as they entered the Green Room. “The men’s room at the airport?”
Damien Diamond, Immortal Angel’s hardcore, brooding bassist, had his arm draped over his wife’s shoulder, and they both stared at her iPad. “At lease there aren’t any photos.”
Marissa, the band’s PR rep, was surprisingly unconcerned. “Your names are on the top of every internet search engine. There’s no proof, so it’s provocative without being scandalous. Nice.”
“Nice? Are you out of your mind?” Audra was stressed to the max. “They missed their flight and almost delayed the start of the show because they had sex in the bathroom at the airport and then again in the limo.”
“It’s all good,” Jimmy told her. “They made it in time for the show.”
There it was, in Jimmy’s hands, Tommy’s beloved Les Paul. Tommy took his favorite guitar from its case and cradled it in his hands like a new born baby. The Les Paul was a piece of history. It had been with him for years, even before Angel recruited him to be lead guitarist for Immortal Angel.
Someone pounded on the door. “You’re on in 10!”
Marissa clapped her hands together. “Everyone at the stage. Pronto!” Her non-nonsense demeanor finally snapped back into place.
The rumble of the fans grew louder as they made their way down the corridor toward the stage. Tommy stood by the side curtain and listened to the roar of the crowd. It was like thunder in the air and re-fueled him.
Jessi gave him a quick kiss. “Knock ‘em dead, baby”
She’d been by his side since he was in a local band going nowhere. She supported him when his family thought he was wasting his time. She pushed him to persevere when despair hampered his ambition. He owed her everything. He turned to A
ngel, the other half of his heart. Without Angel, he could never be whole. Things weren’t always this perfect. The three of them traveled a bumpy road in the beginning, when Angel first joined Tommy and Jessi’s marriage. There was a period of adjustment and some animosity until they finally found the balance.
The crowd began to chant, “Imooortal! Aaangel”, and it brought Tommy’s attention back to the impending show. The lights went down and the curtain fell. He rattled off his signature intro and ran onto the stage to a wail of deafening cheers. Damien strolled to the left hand side of the stage and tossed the strap of his bass over his shoulder, while Jimmy jumped behind his drum kit. Lastly, Angel made his grand entrance and sauntered to the front of the stage.
The crowd erupted into a loud thunder of shouts and fists in the air. It filled Tommy with a rush of adrenaline. The only thing that made his blood soar though his veins with such intensity were the two loves of his life—the sexy, dark-haired showman at the center mic and the pink-haired princess at the side of the stage. Tommy caught Angel’s eye and they shared a tender smile. He glanced to the side curtain and exchanged the same warm sentiment with Jessi. Tommy’s heart was full. Angel and Jessi brought his life full circle, and he was on top of the world.
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INCENDIARY
Kathryn Kelly
Georgie
Fire shoots high into the air, flaring up with each high note Sloane hits. Sweat plasters his dark hair to his scalp and glistens from his ripped body, glowing golden against the backdrop of the flames. When he turns, his back piece, the Phoenix rising up, comes alive and my breath catches. This never gets old, watching my husband, my rock god, performing onstage.
We’ve been on the road for three and a half months, but took a break for Christmas when went to Houston to spend time with my dad, my grandma, Sloane’s aunt, and Asher. I’m going into my sixth month of pregnancy, therefore, after tonight’s concert Sloane is taking me away for a week. Just him and me, no Bryn, either. I have no idea how I’m going to survive without my baby girl for seven days, but this is the honeymoon we never got to have and is important to Sloane. Balancing motherhood and marriage isn’t easy, and as Sloane insists leaving Bryn with Dad and Abby won’t make me a bad mom. I need the break, too.
“Are you ready, Georgiana?” Kiln’s voice slips past my reservations and I nod, realizing that the guys have ended the performance that so entranced me. The fire has flickered away and the stage goes dark for a brief moment.
“Yes.” I slip off the jacket and hold it out to Kiln. We’ve become friends of sorts, but he can still be a total dickhead. I’ve decided that’s just who he is. The fact that he’s Sloane personal protection officer and head of both of our security details, adds to his arrogance.
“All clear,” Jason, my personal bodyguard, tells me, stopping next to me, on my other side as a single spotlight shines brightly, and focuses on Sloane, who now sits on a stool. A white shirt, unbuttoned and open, clings to him thanks to the sweat. The gold wedding band I gifted him with is a beacon to me, as he picks at the strings on his guitar.
His head tilts. My cue to enter the stage. The audience is already whistling and clapping. They know I’m coming and my heart beats in wild anticipation. If the disappearance of the flames wasn’t a cue, Sloane’s position is.
Kiln and Jason stay at my side and escort me right near Adam. The bassist is in the shadows of the darkness as is Maitland and Quint, but I still dislike being guided out like I’m a fragile little doll.
Sloane’s rasping voice entrances me. I’m still his number one fan. Just because he’s mine doesn’t make me any less enthralled by his talent. Slowly, Quint and Adam add in keyboard and bass, though Sloane’s singing and lead is still dominant. Maitland strikes the cymbal, then his drums, zing-boom, zing-boom, zing-boom before sliding into a steady rhythm, silencing the others and cuing my entrance.
I twirl into view, my flowing skirts flying around me, the slits showing my legs and bare feet. My hair whirls and loops with me. Lights begin to flicker around me. Red. White. The crowd screams, the roar of my name filling the arena. This part always makes me nervous. I’m afraid I’ll mess up, so I curtail my movement to focus on Sloane. He knows I’m scared and his gaze never once leaves mine. In his eyes, I see the pride and encouragement I need to get to him. It isn’t far between where I stand waiting for my cue and where Sloane always sits on his stool, so I reach him in under a minute.
When I do, Quint adds his keyboard, Adam his bass, and Sloane his lead and voice again while I dance around my husband. Instead of ending the song on the last verse, he stands up and grabs me, dancing me around the stage and stealing kisses from me, riling the crowd to a frenzy.
As the guys close the song out, Sloane settles his hands on my waist and leans down, slanting his mouth over mine. I stand on tiptoes to meet him halfway, hungry for him. Laughing wickedly, he pulls away and settles his arm around my shoulder.
“Give it up for my Georgie, people!” he yells. His Phoenicians oblige. Though I’ve gotten my own fan base, they love Sloane and would do anything he asks.
“We love you, Georgie!” a male voice screams out.
“Too bad, motherfucker,” Sloane responds over the mic. “She belongs to me.”
Just as he finishes the statement, Jason and Kiln flank me. As far as we know, all threats to my well-being have been obliterated for the time being. Still, Sloane takes no chances where I’m concerned. There’s a wall of bodyguards on the floor in front of the stage, but if a comment about me comes from a single fan, I’m ushered out.
The moment we reach backstage and the band begins their closing song, I look at Jason. “Bring me to the bus, so I can shower and check on Bryn.”
Sloane
When I walk out of the bathroom and into our bedroom at the back of the bus, Georgie is asleep and curled around Bryn on our junior king-sized bed. My daughter is as attached to her mother as her mother is to her. Taking Georgie away for seven days will be hell on both of them.
Sighing, I pull on pajama bottoms and carefully remove Bryn from Georgie’s arms, more for the baby’s benefit. Mine, too, since I want to fuck Georgie’s brains out and if our daughter awakens, my dick will be sorely disappointed.
Walking into the room set up as Bryn’s nursery, I lay her carefully on the bed. It’s specially made, for her safety. She fusses as I pull up the covers, but I hum to her as I rub her belly, not leaving her side until she settles again.
Once she does, I walk toward the living area, where I find Jason and Zelda, watching TV, both dressed for bed. It’s close to three in the morning. After the show ended and a quick call to my wife, I hung back with the band for almost two hours since I’ll miss two interviews that had been scheduled months ago. So I signed autographs and interacted with the band’s fans. It was a rare opportunity to get to me without Georgie next to me. The women were ecstatic. I was not. I’ve gotten used to having my wife at my side. I’m so fucking proud to call her mine and to show the world that she belongs to me. From our onstage interaction, I’m sure most of the fans have gotten the message. But it’s the one-on-one that counts more than anything.
This is my chance to underscore just how much Georgie means to me. My groupies come in all shapes, sizes, and colors. I’ve enjoyed women since my mid-teens, so I find beauty in each of them.
And, yet, Georgie has blinded me to anyone but her. There isn’t a woman on earth more beautiful than my wife.
Though I feel that way, most of my female fans don’t give a fuck that my pregnant wife is on the road with me. They'd fuck me in a back alley if I wanted them.
One of my greatest joys is interacting with my followers, so, despite the women, I got caught up in the after-concert craziness and spent more time than I’d intended, which means we hit the highways almost ninety minutes later than planned.
Before Kiln got in the driver’s seat, he had to get a dick suck, a fuck, some food to eat, and a shower.
“Georgie need anything, Mr. Sloane?” Zelda asks. Georgie has recruited her as Bryn’s nanny. I think she’s also a maternal figure and protects Georgie as much as she protects the baby. “Is Bryn awake?”
“I just laid Bryn in her bed,” I explain. “I’m about to turn in for the night.”
Zelda starts to rise, but I hold my hand up.
“Has she said anything about our honeymoon?”
“What do you mean?” Zelda asks, lifting her brow. “Are you asking if she’s excited?”
No. I’m asking if she thinks I’m a fucking jackass for demanding she leave Bryn behind. Zelda has known me since I was a child. She understands what I’m not saying. I glare at her.
She sniffs. “No need to get nasty.”
“Answer the fucking question.”
Jason smiles as if he knows something I don’t. The fucking joke’s on him. I know he hit on my wife, and I still want to rip his fucking cock off for it. Just because he fucked my aunt, he thought he could stick his dick in my Georgie. She’s never mentioned it to me and if I hadn’t overheard it, I wouldn’t know about it. She set him in his place, but it galls the fuck out of me that I can’t break his fucking nuts.
“Georgie’s upset that she has to leave the baby, sir,” he informs me. “I offered to stay and serve as Bryn’s personal protection officer, but she insists I take the time off.”
“She’s right,” I say coolly. “Kiln will be more than enough to accompany Abby with Bryn.” Although my aunt had best stay the fuck out of the public with my daughter. “Thanks for your dedication.”
“Anything for Georgie, sir.”
Zelda rolls her eyes. She’s often castigated me for my pissing contest with Jason, insisting Georgie won’t be swayed by only a pretty face. According to her, Jason might be nice looking but he isn’t me.
