by Lily Harlem
I clutched Nial closer, groaning into his mouth.
He squeezed my right breast, catching my nipple between his thumb and fingers, tugging it to the point of pain.
I gasped and writhed, the stimulation sending new darts of desire shooting through my system.
Rich was working my clit now, hard circular motions with the tip of his tongue.
I drew up my legs—my heels gathering the silky sleeping bag—and bolted my knees on Rich’s torso.
“Is he doing it good?” Nial asked, pulling back and staring into my eyes.
I nodded, my pussy clenching.
“How good?”
“Very.” I was panting now. Rich was building me up so fast. “Oh God, yes very.” I closed my eyes.
“No, look at me.” Nial caught my chin in his hand. “Look at me, Lacy.”
I forced my eyes to open. An orgasm was growing rapidly, the flames of my need being stoked with incredible skill.
“I’m going to…oh…please.” I clung to Rich with my legs, and Nial with my hands, gripping his shoulders. “Just a little bit…more…oh, don’t…stop.”
Rich stopped.
“Fuck!” I cried out. “What the…” My pussy was tight and wet, the pent-up pressure about to release.
“Yeah, fuck, that’s what we’re going to do.” Rich was above me now, his face next to Nial’s.
I wailed. “Oh why…did you stop?”
“Hold that thought, sweet cheeks, ‘cause you’re going to be coming in about thirty seconds,” Rich said breathlessly.
I didn’t doubt it, and as his cock prodded my entrance I canted my hips and pushed my entire body down onto him, trying to impale myself.
He groaned and tipped his head back, his eyes closed and his chin shiny from my arousal.
“You two are so damn hot together.” Nial was shoving at his boxers. “Every time.”
Rich rammed to full depth. I cried out, not caring who could hear. People were fucking all over the campsite, what did it matter?
“Ah, Jesus,” he moaned, half withdrawing then slamming in again.
I revelled in it. I’d been so close, on the cusp of bliss. Slow and romantic wasn’t going to cut it. I needed fucking…hard.
And Rich gave it, pounding in and out of me, our flesh slapping together, the entire tent shaking with it. The overhead lamp swung, the shadows swaying violently. The airbed scooted up and down the slippery tent base.
Nial tugged at my nipples, each one being pulled and twisted in turn.
And then it was there, a huge explosion waiting to detonate. I held my breath, curled my toes and waited for the tidal wave of bliss to hit.
It did.
I cried out, a wailing sound that Nial caught in his mouth. My entire body spasmed and my pussy contracted around Rich’s dick. Ecstasy was a thick, luxurious flood that filled me as he found his pleasure. He gave three hard shunts then withdrew.
In an instant Nial was there, his cock slipping in where Rich’s had just been. Hard, solid and demanding.
“Nial,” I gasped, locking my feet in the small of his back. “Oh God, yes.”
“Come again, you know you can.” He gritted his teeth.
“Yes. Yes.” I could. I would. My pussy was still gripping and releasing.
He didn’t linger, just set up a fast, furious pace.
Rich smoothed my hair back from my brow. He was breathing fast, his cheeks red. “You’re magnificent,” he said, his eyes flashing. “So damn hot for us.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I managed through Nial’s wild thrusts. “Oh…it’s coming again…”
And it was, the pressure was stacking up, getting ready to topple. Nial was getting it just right, his cock stimulating that hot-spot on the inside and his body riding wild and hard on my clit.
“Oh!” I held my breath. The second orgasm was going to be deep and intense. The power of it had me shaking.
“I’m coming…” he shouted, as if wanting the entire campsite to know. “I’m fucking coming.”
I came with him. Clinging to him. Forgetting where he ended and I began. My pussy was pulsing, pleasure radiating from it into my belly and chest. Bright lights flashed before my eyes even though they were open and my heart thudded against my ribcage.
He ducked his head and found my mouth. Rich did the same and we kissed, three-way, as the ecstasy extended. I was hot, trembling and basking in satisfaction. It was as if it had filled every nerve and cell of my body.
“Rich. Nial,” I gasped. “I love you both so much.”
“And we love you,” Rich said, smiling.
“Ditto.” Nial dropped his weight on me, not lots, just enough for me to sigh out a juddering breath. “More than you’ll ever know, Lacy.”
Chapter Three
We slept late the next morning, dozing in the orange warmth of the tent. Limbs entwined, flesh on flesh, and gentle snores.
Eventually I reached for my phone. “Hey, guys, it’s nearly twelve.”
“What?” Rich sat bolt upright, his hair sticking up wildly.
Nial murmured something and turned over to face the wall, giving me a good view of his sexy butt.
“The first act I want to see is on stage at one,” I said, hunting for my t-shirt. “Time to get up and going.”
Rich reached for his boxers and pulled them on.
“Hey, Nial,” I said, stroking his smooth ass cheeks. “Come on.”
“Leave me alone.”
I chuckled, drew back my hand and slapped his ass, hard.
“Ouch!” He jerked away then sat, frowning.
Rich laughed. “Your woman says it’s time to get up, it’s time to get up.”
Nial rubbed his butt. “She’s a slave driver.”
I went on all fours to kiss him. “Aww, you have such a hard life.”
He cupped my breasts. “Seeing you naked first thing in the morning is going to get me hard, full stop.”
“Except it isn’t first thing in the morning.” I kissed him again, then pulled back. “It’s midday, Mr Wannabe-A-Rockstar.”
“And I will be a rock star, you just wait and see.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
Within the hour we were all showered and fed and heading to the first act. It was Pickled and I’d had their album on repeat for months the year before. Their blend of throaty rock and roll with edgy lyrics really hit the spot for me.
Much like my men had last night.
I smiled and linked arms with Nial and Rich. Pride swelled inside me. These two gorgeous men were mine…all mine.
The sun beat down and I’d piled my hair high and dotted it with white silk flowers. I’d changed my small nose stud for a star with a diamond in the center—a present from Rich the year before—and wore a tie-dye t-shirt to give my shoulders some protection from the scorching heat. But my bare legs were primed and ready to dance. I could almost feel the beat of the music tapping at my knees and making my thighs twitch.
“We’ll get right to the front if we go quickly,” I said, rushing forward in my strappy flat sandals.
“Yeah, come on.” Nial increased the pace, dragging us with him.
The anticipation coursing through the air was tangible. Excited chatter all around. People dashing this way and that. Scantily clad girls on the shoulders of men, smiling and pointing. Heads bobbing, earphones dangling.
The stage was set with drums, amps and microphones. Pickled’s latest video was playing on a vast screen on the back wall.
“We’ve got half an hour to wait,” Rich said.
“That’s okay.” I sipped from a water bottle, though spilled some when I was jostled.
“Hey,” Rich said, turning.
But whoever had done it was lost in the crowd. Bodies were slotting in behind us, carrying us farther forward.
“Wow, this is going to be intense.” Nial wrapped his arm around my waist. “Hang on for the ride, sweet cheeks.”
Pickled were ten minutes late starting but that did
n’t detract from the cheer that deafened me when they stepped on stage.
Plunging straight into their latest hit, the roar went on and on.
I raised my arms in the air, bounced with the crowd and screamed the lyrics. The extreme volume penetrated my body, vibrating my organs, my bones and filled my thoughts.
“This is great!” Nial shouted.
I only knew what he’d said because I’d lip read.
I nodded and upped my enthusiastic dancing. I wasn’t really in control, there were so many torsos, arms and legs around me, all springing up and down, jostling, writhing, pushing and shoving.
The next song came on, then the next.
I was hot, sweating. So was Nial. Rich had been separated from us by a group of lads wearing Get High And Groove t-shirts. I could just make out his hair and the green of his top.
My very favorite Pickled song came on and I closed my eyes, lost to the moment, transfixed by the familiar lyrics and beat. I jumped up and down, going with the flow, then stayed in the air for a second longer than planned when two bodies trapped me up there.
“Oh!” I fell down, my right knee buckling. “Shit.” I lunged forward, was pushed, lunged some more.
And then I was spinning and twisting. The impetus of bodies driving me lower. It went dark. The sun had gone. My ankle twisted, and a foot collided with my ribs.
“Help!” I pushed off the hard ground, managed to stoop but was instantly knocked back down.
A bolt of fear went through me. No one seemed to have noticed I was down here. I was like a piece of litter.
I twisted and again tried to stand, looking for Nial and Rich.
All I saw were legs and feet. A sneaker pressed down on my fingers, trapping them against the earth.
I yelled in pain and shoved at the hairy leg the sneaker was attached to. It disappeared in an instant, lost in all the other legs.
My fear trebled as a knee pressed up against my nose and the band reached its crescendo for this song.
“Hey! Come here.”
Big, strong hands looped beneath my armpits and dragged me upward.
I straightened my legs, my heart thudding and terror a bitter taste in my mouth.
Up and up I went until sunlight burst onto my retinas.
A man with black shades and a black baseball cap stood against me, my chest pressed to his. “You okay?”
“Yes. Yes. Thank you.” I glanced around for Nial and Rich. “Shit, that was scary.”
“Yeah, it’s getting bad, this mosh pit.” A force behind his shoulders shoved him closer to me and he wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me from falling again. “You should get out of here.”
“I will, I just need…”
He didn’t let me finish. Instead he elbowed his way through the crowd, keeping me close. Everyone seemed so much taller than me, wider and heavier too.
There was no sign of my men.
Eventually the crowd thinned so there was daylight between people. The band was shouting goodbye, telling their fans how special they were.
I swallowed, my throat tight. The experience had given me a fright and now my emotions were threatening to overwhelm me.
Where is Rich?
Where is Nial?
I stayed close to the stranger, his strong body and firm grip on me a comfort.
“Here,” he said, coming to a halt to the right of the stage. “You need to catch your breath after that.”
I nodded.
“Inhale, exhale.”
I pursed my lips and did as he’d asked.
He watched me closely, his hands on my shoulders. “That’s it, keep going.”
I repeated the action and studied him. He really was very familiar. His dead-straight nose, full mouthed features. I’d seen them before. The same with his wavy brown hair that peeked from his cap and licked over his ears and the nape of his neck.
Chris Harlow.
Damn.
Lead singer of Scarlet Men.
If my heart had been racing along before, now it was doing a Usain Bolt. A strange giddiness washed over my brain and I deepened my inhales and exhales.
Was this really happening? Scarlet Men were my favorite band of all time and Chris Harlow one of the best-looking guys to have ever walked the planet.
And he was staring straight at me.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded. My tongue wouldn’t seem to work.
“Good.” He glanced to his right. “You with someone?”
Again I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Chris was even more gorgeous in person than when I’d seen him in pictures or on the TV. He was taller than I’d expected too, and broad. His black t-shirt hugged his shoulders and pecs in a way that made me jealous of the material.
“A guy?” he asked, still looking to his right.
I followed his line of sight. Rich was heading my way, a concerned crease plowing over his brow.
“Lacy,” he said, jogging now.
Chris released my shoulders and stepped back.
Rich gathered me close, pressing me to his chest and tucking my head beneath his chin. “Fuck, are you hurt?”
“No.” I clung to him, fisting his t-shirt and letting a tear escape.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He kissed the top of my head.
“You got her?” Chris asked.
“Yeah, thanks, mate. I owe you one.” Rich held me tighter.
I raised my line of sight in time to see Chris heading around the back of the stage. He nodded at a security guy who parted the barrier for him.
“What the hell happened? Where did you go?” Rich asked, cupping my face and forcing me to look at him.
“I got knocked down and couldn’t get up.” I paused to swallow a sob. “And you and Nial, I couldn’t see you and…” Another well of emotion. “And then that guy he saved me, got me out here.”
“Thank goodness, it’s a nightmare in there.”
“Where’s Nial?”
“Right at the front. They opened another section to ease the congestion. He’s fine.”
“Good.”
He swept his lips over mine. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, it just gave me a fright.” I glanced in the direction Chris had gone. He was nowhere to be seen.
Chapter Four
There was a pause between bands and Rich and I managed to catch up with Nial. His t-shirt had been soaked by someone’s drink so he’d removed it and tucked it into his back pocket.
“I can do without getting crushed again,” I said, munching into a veggie burger.
“Yeah, that was too much.” Nial clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “I don’t want you in that kind of thing.”
“Just as well it’s the silent disco soon.” Rich grinned and covered his burger in lurid yellow mustard.
“We’ve got time for a beer after this,” Nial said, wrestling a pile of onions that had been heaped onto his hot dog.
“Yeah, I could do with a drink.” I laughed. “After my fright.”
Rich scowled at my grazed knee which he’d rinsed with water from his bottle. “Definitely. This is meant to be fun, not a death wish.”
“Now you’re being dramatic.” I laughed, though I knew what had happened had been dangerous, and if Chris Harlow—the Chris Harlow—hadn’t come to my rescue, the injuries could have been much worse.
“I’ve er…just got to nip and…sort out a…thing,” Nial said.
Rich stared at him and bit on his bottom lip.
I sensed something unsaid between them. “What thing?”
“Nothing.” Nial shrugged. “Just a…you know. I’ll be back in a bit. Meet me at the disco tent.”
He’d always been crap at lying and my curiosity was piqued. “What’s he up to?”
“I dunno.” Rich shrugged.
“Yeah you do.” I refolded the napkin around my burger to make it easier to eat. “What’s he doing?”
Rich laughed. “Honestly, I don’t k
now. He’s probably gone to the loo.”
I knew that wasn’t true—he’d headed in the opposite direction.
The silent disco was exactly that, silent. Everyone wore headphones that streamed from the DJ on stage. The crazy dancing and random lyrics were hysterical to watch without headphones, but as soon as they were on, it was a great place to be.
I danced through several songs, waiting for DJ Dizzy to arrive and wishing I hadn’t stuffed my burger down so fast. Nial and Rich, both in big black headphones, stayed close to me, as if worried I might get trampled again.
Luckily this tent was nowhere near as busy and frantic as at the front of the main stage.
I relaxed into it, ignoring the scrape on my knee and let my limbs go with the flow of the rhythm. The beat filled my soul and the lyrics spoke to me. I was young, alive and free, and every inch of my body knew that.
Nial spun me around, then passed me to Rich. He released my hair from its ponytail and it tumbled down, the blue strands flicking and flacking as I upped my pace.
And then DJ Dizzy took to the decks. For a moment the silence was shattered as a cheer went up. But when he started his first track, the dancing continued.
I rejoiced in the moment I’d been looking forward to for so long. Work and my to-do list a distant memory. I lived for music, this was where I belonged.
The song ended and the next started.
You and me together, forever, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I sang along. This was one of my favorites and he’d mixed it seamlessly with the last poppy tune.
Favorite track.
What?
Wait.
That was my voice coming through the headphones.
I froze and opened my eyes, my lips moving to the next line of the song.
Nial and Rich was standing right in front of me, grinning.
“What have you done?” I removed my headphones. “He’s playing our—”
“Song, yeah. I emailed him, asked if he would.” Nial grasped my hand. “He said he loves it and so…”
“So it’s on. Now. So listen, dance, sing.” Rich gestured to my headphones. “This is our moment at Rhythm-Fest.”
