by Hart, Lane
“We’ll get a notice if there’s an actual tornado in the area, right?” hot guy asks me.
“Right, yeah,” I agree when I put my phone away in the zipper pouch. I refuse to let even Mother Nature ruin this incredible night for me.
“Bedroom is this way,” Rob says as he strolls toward the back of the bus. “I’m sure you’re both dying to see where Rob Lawrence sleeps and fucks.”
“You heard the man,” the sex god says when his palm squeezes my hip, “Rob Lawrence’s bedroom is that way,” he adds softly with a grin.
“Is this crazy or what?” I whisper to him.
“It’s fucking insane. Do you think Rob Lawrence would mind if I take his photo?” he asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Yes, definitely,” I whisper before I take a deep breath and make my way to the bedroom. An enormous bed covered in leopard print is about all there is in the entire room other than a few cabinets mounted on the wall between two windows and a nightstand. There’s barely enough room to walk around the bed that’s bigger than a king size. It’s definitely orgy size.
And at the moment, there’s a half-naked rock star, who is sitting on the side of the bed shirtless and removing his gray snakeskin pants. “Better get out of those wet clothes before you get the bed wet,” Rob tells us when he glances up and sees us both standing frozen in the doorway.
“Huh?”
“Get naked, woman. Your clothes are dripping all over the place. Not to mention your tits are already out and I just watched you get fucked.”
“You did?” hot guy asks.
“You both got me so hot I momentarily forgot the words to a song I’ve probably sung a million times,” Rob Lawrence says when he stands up, completely naked with his penis hanging thick and heavy between his legs with a silver piercing shining from the tip. “How long have you two been together?” he asks while waving his index finger between us.
“What?” I ask, finding it hard to think because I’m too busy staring at his amazing hard body and sexy tattoos covering nearly every inch.
“We’re not together,” hot guy says from behind me. “We just met earlier tonight at the concession stand.”
“No shit?” Rob responds with a chuckle while grabbing his dick. “A fucking match made in heaven,” he says. “Sounds like the start of a new song.”
“Really?” I say in disbelief. I can barely make a coherent sentence; this scene is so surreal.
“Oh yeah,” he replies before walking around the bed and rubbing his naked ass against the front of my body to get to the nightstand on this side of the room. He reaches in while flashing us his bare backside, and then tosses what looks like a handful of colorful condom wrappers onto the bed. “I hope you like fruit flavors.”
“Sure, fruity condoms are the best,” I agree. What else is there to say to that? I didn’t even know there were different flavors!
“No photos or videos, by the way. Or tweeting. If Rob Lawrence sees a phone, he’ll confiscate it and then kick your asses out, understood?”
“Yes,” I agree.
“What are your names, by the way? Or should I just call you Tit Girl and Fuck Boy?” the rock star asks us.
“Jetta. I’m Jetta,” I tell him in a rush as I kick off my sandals.
“I’m Devlin,” my hot hook up reveals his name. So much for a night of anonymous sex since we’ll never be able to forget the night we spent in bed with Rob Lawrence. My belly does a little flop of anticipation and anxiety because I’ve never been with two men at the same time. I’m not sexually adventurous! Letting a man screw me from behind at a concert was the wildest thing I’ve ever done.
“So you and I are going to fuck her at the same time?” Devlin asks, grabbing my hips tightly.
“No,” Rob answers as he sits down and stretches out on the bed with a joint in his mouth and lighter in his hands. “You two are going to fuck again, and Rob Lawrence is gonna watch.”
“You’re just gonna watch?” I repeat, both disappointed and relieved that I only have one man I have to worry about screwing and we’ve already done it before.
“For now,” Rob says. “If Rob Lawrence sees something he wants to fuck, he might jump in.”
Holy shit.
“Something?” I repeat since that’s an odd way of phrasing it.
“I’m straight, by the way,” Devlin tells us in a rush. “Just to put that out there.”
“Says every straight man while Rob Lawrence is fucking him…” the rock star retorts with a snort.
“No, really,” Devlin says. “I’m super straight. I don’t like dudes. Nothing against it, but I don’t fuck men or vice versa. Never will either.”
“We’ll see,” Rob mutters.
“No, no, there’s nothing to see,” Devlin replies, his hands on my hips tightening. “I’m a huge fan of yours, Rob Lawrence, but keep your dick to yourself and I’ll keep mine over here.”
“Fine,” Rob grunts as he smokes his joint. “Now take your clothes off.”
“What do you think?” I ask when I turn around and face Devlin to see if he’s good to go with this or if he’s changed his mind.
“I think it’s time for this dress to go,” he says, tugging the soaked fabric down over my hips until it puddles around my ankles on the floor. “Panties too,” he grins before lowering those so that they join the dress.
“Well, in that case,” I start when I’m standing there completely naked in front of him and can feel Rob Lawrence’s eyes on my backside. “Let me help you get your clothes off too.” I lift his dripping wet tank up, and Dev raises his arms to let me take it off of him. His chest and abs are so muscular and amazing that he shouldn’t wear shirts ever again.
My fingers go to the button and zipper of his tight and very wet leather pants. It takes some serious pulling on them to get them down his thighs. In fact, I have to kneel in front of him to work them lower a slow inch at a time.
“Picked a bad day to wear leather,” Devlin says, his face grinning when I look up at him.
“Yeah,” I agree as his semi-hard dick pops free, unencumbered by underwear since he’s not wearing any.
“Finally!” Rob Lawrence mutters from the bed when I finally remove the pants from Devlin. Patting the mattress next to him, the singer says, “Now come here and lick her pussy, then take her from behind again. The stage blocked almost everything before. Rob Lawrence wants to see it all this time.”
Okay, so the third person thing is getting annoying, but he’s a fucking rock star, so I’ll suck it up and stay.
I stand up and run my fingertip over the ace of spades tattoo on Devlin’s ribs. “You heard the man. Rob Lawrence wants you to lick my pussy and take me from behind again. You up for that?” I ask, letting my finger trail down to his thick length that I wrap my fingers around.
One second I’m standing there touching his cock, and the next my feet leave the ground as Devlin hefts me up his body so that my legs are around his waist. His mouth crashes down on mine for what I suddenly realize is our first kiss.
I let this strange man I don’t know inside of me at a concert before I even kissed him! This day is full of all sorts of firsts for me.
His tongue is urgent and demanding as it invades my mouth like a starving man. I’m so lost in the kiss that I barely notice when he carries me over and lays me down on the foot of the bed. His big, heavy body presses down on mine while I grab onto his shoulders. And god, he feels so good on top of me that I think I would rather give missionary a try.
All too soon, though, his sexy mouth leaves mine to venture lower, scarfing down one of my breasts, sucking on it while his hands cup both of them and squeeze them.
“That’s one helluva rack,” Rob remarks in the silence, other than Devlin’s sucking, when I had almost forgotten we had an audience. “He’s obviously a tit man,” he adds when Devlin switches sides to lick and suckle my other boob just as hard and long. I arch my back and offer my breasts up to him as he spends quality time wit
h them before Rob clears his throat. Finally, Devlin moves his mouth lower to my belly button before he slides off the foot of the bed and kneels on the floor – putting him eye level with my pussy.
Grabbing my ankles, Devlin drags me down toward him until my knees are on his shoulders and his face is…holy shit, his face is buried between my legs! His eyes close, and then I feel the tip of his tongue rubbing up and down, up and down over my clit.
“Oh my god, that feels good!” I exclaim.
Reaching up with both hands, Devlin squeezes both of my breasts, and then his tongue is a thrusting machine, fucking me with it, teasing my clit, and driving me so crazy I can’t keep my hips still. They buck frantically toward his mouth to urge him to keep going because I’m so, so close.
His fingers pinch both of my nipples without letting go at the same time his lips seal and suck on my clit, making me scream and writhe as the most intense pleasure of my life courses through every inch of my body.
I become lighter than a feather, flying up through the roof of the tour bus and floating through the clouds.
And still the mouth on me doesn’t quit, not until I can’t take another second of the tremors and grab a handful of Devlin’s jet-black hair to make him stop torturing me. He lifts his beautiful, angular face so I can finally see his glassy, blue eyes, his lips and chin slick from my juices. God, I’ve never seen a man look at me like that, so hot and horny and desperate to be inside of me.
“Please,” I beg him, because I need him filling me up right now too. Oral sex is great, but nothing beats getting pounded by a long, hard cock.
“Here,” Rob Lawrence says before tossing and hitting Devlin in the chest with a condom. “Roll over, Jetta. Put your fine ass in the air for us, doll.”
With shaking limbs, I flip over to my stomach and get on my hands and knees while listening to the foil wrapper crinkle.
For the first time since he got on the bed, Rob crawls over and slaps the shit out of my ass cheek and then grabs a handful of one side then the other, spreading me open in what is the most awkward position I’ve ever been in.
“Nice big dick you’ve got there,” Rob says as something rubs up and down the crease of my ass and over my pussy lips.
“Thanks,” Devlin replies before he slams inside of me without warning.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out at the sheer force of his hips. The fullness of his cock in such a tight space makes my arms so weak they collapse, leaving the side of my face pressed to the mattress. I close my eyes and fist the sheets in my hands as Devlin begins to move in quick, powerful thrusts.
There are several more stinging slaps to my ass, and then someone is swatting gently at my swaying breasts.
“Damn. That’s fucking beautiful right there,” Rob mutters. “You two are phenomenal together,” he says before his knees appear in front of my face. “Only one thing would make this even better.” Fingers tangle in my wet hair and lift my head. “Open up, Jetta so Rob Lawrence can fuck the shit out of your sexy mouth.”
I barely manage to push myself back up on my shaking arms and lick my lips before parting them on a gasp as Devlin’s long shaft hits the depths of my cunt where no man has ever reached before.
I taste the metal piercing on my tongue first and then have to stretch my mouth wider to take more of the rock star’s girth. He’s thick as hell even if he’s not very long, making it difficult to open wide enough.
Rob Lawrence isn’t a gentle lover, that much is obvious based on the way he uses my mouth, pistoning in and out, in and out almost violently before he finally pulls out and shoots his cum all over my chest and the tops of my breasts.
“Good girl,” he says, patting my head like I’m a dog with one hand while the other keeps stroking his damp shaft.
I would be insulted if any other man did that to me, but he’s Rob fucking Lawrence, one of the biggest rock stars in the world.
And it’s not like I have much time to dwell on it before Devlin’s fingers reach around and find my clit. My forehead drops to the mattress as my body shakes and gets fucked into the mattress by Devlin. His grunts grow louder with each pump of his hips that move faster and faster until he shouts out an indiscernible curse when another intense, earth-shattering orgasm rips through me, starting with my pulsing walls that causes wave after wave of bliss to roll through my limbs.
“Fuck yeah, that’s heaven, baby. Fuckin’. Heaven,” Devlin chokes out when he grips my shoulder tight to shove his cock deep one final time before he goes completely still. A moment later, the weight of his body drapes onto my back as we both gasp for breath from another amazing round of sex.
Amazing doesn’t even properly describe it. Sex with Devlin is out of this world, like nothing I ever imagined. And I can’t wait to do it again, even if my pussy is in need of a lot more ice.
Chapter Four
Devlin
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I’ve fucked plenty of women before tonight, and yet this is the only woman I ever recall making me come so hard that I lose the ability to walk. My legs have gone on vacay, and my arms aren’t all that keen on holding my weight up any longer. Finally, I’m able to roll myself off of Jetta and onto my back next to her on the bed.
Jetta.
I fucking love her name. I knew it would be something wild and unique, like her. Her skin tastes like lavender and berries, so delicious I could eat her up all day and night and never get full.
The woman who has me seeing spots and possibly paralyzed is facing me on her side. Her eyes are closed, face flushed red and lips parted as strands of her wet, purple hair fall across her sleeping face. Oh, and there’s ropes of cum drying on her perfect tits.
On the other side of Jetta, the rock star is propped up on the side of the bed, smoking on his joint again.
“Want a hit?” he asks me.
“Sure,” I say, and it takes two tries to lift my arm to take the joint from him. I eventually get it to my mouth and take a few drags off of it before handing it back. “Thanks, man.”
“No problem,” Rob Lawrence says like the chill ass motherfucker he is.
When I am fairly certain my legs will hold my weight, I slide off the bed to pull off my condom, then grab my wet tank and crawl back on the bed, using it to dry off Jetta’s chest. If it were my own cum soaking into her skin, I probably would’ve left it while she naps, but it’s not, so it needs to go.
“Can’t knock them up if you don’t nut in the pussy,” Rob says. “Always on the tits, in the mouth or in the ass.”
“Wise man,” I agree since I can’t imagine how many women he’s slept with and the odds of accidentally knocking one up.
“When I finish my joint, we’re gonna go again,” he tells me.
“Might be hard to do since she’s out like a light,” I point out. Reaching over, I sweep the loose strands of purple hair from Jetta’s face, and she doesn’t even move a muscle.
“I know how to get her and you both up again fast,” Rob says with a smirk.
I don’t care who the fuck this man is, but I’m not gonna let him fuck a woman while she’s unconscious.
But it turns out that wasn’t exactly his plan.
He sets his joint down on the tiny table and then he climbs over Jetta to my side of the bed between me and her. Grabbing her top leg, he lifts it up like spreading apart scissors, and then his mouth goes to work, slurping her up like a delicious pussy soup you have to eat without a spoon.
Jetta’s eyes pop open almost comically and land on mine. I see the confusion on her face when she realizes it’s not my tongue between her legs before she glances down and then gasps in surprise. Guess it’s not every day a woman wakes up to find a rock legend eating her out.
She’s flat on her back a second later, fists balling up the sheets on one side of her and her nails digging into my arm on the other. Her pelvis arches as her head rolls to the side, eyes closed and face the picture of bliss.
And while I’m not thrilled that it’s the singer getting
her off and not me, my dick is still perking right up in interest, entertained and excited for more attention.
Jetta moans even louder when Rob Lawrence inserts a finger or two inside of her.
When she starts chanting, “Ohgodohgodohgod!” I sit up for a closer look and realize there’s also a finger fucking her in the ass.
I’m not sure if she likes it or not based on the indentions her nails are leaving in my arm until Jetta lets out a long, drawn out, “Ooooh goooodddd!” as her body convulses uncontrollably with what can only be an orgasm.
After the trembling finally stops, Rob Lawrence lifts his face and then reaches for one of the condoms to throw it at me. “Wrap it up, buddy. I’ve got her nice and wet and ready to ride you.”
“Fuck yes,” I agree as I pry Jetta’s fingers from my arm to quickly open the wrapper and roll the tight rubber up my dick.
“Oh wow. Oh wow,” Jetta keeps muttering over and over again as she runs her fingers through her hair. Her palms eventually move lower where she cups her own tits, which is sexy as hell.
“Put that sweet pussy on Devlin’s dick, Jetta,” Rob tells her, slapping her ass hard when she rolls over toward me. It takes her a few tries to get on her hands and knees and straddle me. I know all too well the aftereffects of coming so hard your body refuses to follow simple commands.
As soon as she’s on top of me, I hold her face between my hands and lift my head to kiss her lips. Someone, I really hope it’s Jetta, grabs my shaft and holds it steady for her to sink down on it. And fuck, she’s so wet she takes every hard inch so fast she sucks in a ragged breath that I feel in our kiss.
Jetta starts moving, riding me slowly at first. Gradually, she picks up her speed while reaching around to play with my balls, which is fucking amazing, before she suddenly stops, freezing in place other than the fondling of my sac.
“What’s wrong?” I ask when I pull my lips from hers and see her chocolate brown eyes are wide in shock.
