All Access to the Boy Band_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Riley Love

  But I wanted more. And I was about to get it, with his breath hot against my neck. He pulled the string to my bathing suit taut. “Say the word, Lina. And I’ll untie this.”

  “Your safe word is ravioli, right?” Zach had yet to touch me. “Or is that only in the stories?”

  Heat flushed my cheeks. “I love that you remember that. Yes, but I haven’t needed it yet.”

  That night, I would learn to never say never.

  Zach and Blake shared a look so electric it would’ve zapped me if I reached into the space between them. My body pulsed, from my heart to my pussy. I didn’t care about the room anymore. That look told me more than his belongings ever could about where his passion lay.

  “I thought someone was going to untie my suit.” My voice was as thick as the tension in the room. I couldn’t wait to roll around in it and take it to the absolute limit. “And I’m not sure what word you’re looking for, but it’s basically anything but ravioli.”

  A laugh snapped the spell between them. Blake tugged on the strap, and the fabric fluttered down my chest. Zach strode forward, no longer shy. His fingers slid over my suntan lotion-slick skin, swiping my bathing suit down to my waist. Blake tugged the other side down when it didn’t follow.

  I’d done a lot of this lately, but it never got less exciting. With two men, the feeling was amplified. The way their hungry eyes bathed me in warm light as they took in my bare breasts, the delicious ache as my nipples tightened under their gaze. Their palms were rough against my sensitive skin.

  Blake held my breast in his firm grasp, lowering his lips to my nipple. My hair hit Zach’s hand when I let my head drop back. I opened the long line of my neck to him, and he sucked on the spot where my pulse throbbed in response to these two men.

  Zach dropped to his knees, his gaze lighting up the bungalow as he looked up at me. He pulled my bathing suit down over my hips, a low sound of satisfaction rumbling in his throat. Blake’s tongue flicked my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin that surrounded it.

  Blake chuckled when I dipped, my knees buckling from the sensation. “Thought you’d be used to this by now.”

  Zach shook his head. “She saved the best for last.”

  He traced his finger over the line of hair that led to my pussy. Moving slow, not to miss anything—the way my hips bucked when he reached my cleft or the sharp intake of my breath when he touched my clit. I was ready for him. For them.

  “We better get her to the bed.” Zach ran his tongue over his lips. If Blake wasn’t sucking on my nipple, I would’ve dropped to my knees to get lost in his kiss. I’d never been with two guys before, and it wasn’t simply twice the action. It was twice the emotion, and it was fucking overwhelming.

  “Not yet.” Blake separated from my breast with a gasp, hooking my arms behind my back. His body was hard and hot against my bare skin. His heart thundered against my shoulder blade. I liked that more than I could possibly explain. This meant something to him too.

  Zach wrinkled his brow. His fingers stilled against my clit, and I wriggled as much as I could in Blake’s grasp, desperate for more. I’d gone from two men making love to me to one holding me hostage and another confused and on his knees in front of me. It was sexy for a whole other set of reasons.

  I loved handing control over to Blake, and I had a sneaking suspicion Zach felt the same way. I couldn’t wait to find out.

  “This isn’t how she wrote it,” Zach said.

  He had to do something. Soon. My legs were shaking. I let my head fall back against Blake’s shoulder, a hum escaped my lips. If I told them I didn’t care, it would come out as fuck me now. This wasn’t the first time these two had teamed up. I’d leave the plan to the experts.

  “It’s okay, Lina.” Blake’s voice was like a dirty lullaby. “We’ll get you there. Zach loves giving oral. He’s going to eat your sweet pussy before we bring you over to the bed. Do you want that?”

  “Yes.” The word came out as a moan. “Please.”

  “You’re in for a treat.” Blake nodded to Zach and tightened his grip as he slid my legs apart. “The things he can do with his mouth…” That same sexy noise that he made when he took my breast in his mouth rumbled in his throat.

  They had been together. Damn. My eyes rolled back in my head, not only at the thought of these two men tangled together, inside each other, but because Zach made contact.

  Sweet baby Jesus, Blake had not been exaggerating.

  Zach’s tongue swirled around my swollen skin, flicking and sucking. He took his time learning my body, like he was writing a love letter, all the pretty parts woven together with the filthy suggestions, the things that played in his mind when he was alone and consumed with the need to be with me. It was truly a lost art. I writhed under his touch, my body needing more but hitting its absolute limit. The muscles low in my belly clenched, and I stifled a moan.

  “It’s like his superpower. It’s good, isn’t it?” Blake held me against him, his erection hot and hard against my back. The more Zach sucked, the more I ground against it. He was going to get us both off. “Let go, Lina. Don’t hold back. We want to know exactly how we make you feel.”

  My cry rang out through the bungalow. Zach rode the wave, and I gasped for breath. My thoughts were tinged with black, like he’d struck a match and set them on fire.

  His fingers moved easily along my slit, and I jumped when he circled my asshole. His lips stilled on my clit.

  “Is that okay?” Blake asked. “Have you done that before?”

  I nodded. “It’s been a while.” And never while I pressed up against another man.

  Zach let go of my thigh, his tongue left my clit, and Blake laughed at my groan.

  “You can do it,” I said. Zach might’ve been too busy to hear me correctly.

  “Lube.” He held the bottle up and let the liquid coat his fingers and drip down his forearm. Blake stiffened as the first drops hit the floor. Neat freak. He’d have a much bigger mess to clean before the night was over.

  I cried out as Zach’s lips landed on my clit. This time was different. Last time was slow, like he wanted to learn the way my body responded to his touch. Armed with that knowledge, he moved with an absolute hunger. His slick fingers teased my folds, but soon they were back at the puckered opening.

  He slipped the first finger past the tight ring of muscle. I screamed. Not because it hurt in a bad way but because my body was going fucking haywire. I was a writhing mess. Blake groaned as I pushed against him, rubbing my naked body against his hard cock. Zach slipped in deeper, adding a second finger. He was in at least to the second knuckle. Then he started fucking me.

  I had no control over the sounds coming out of me. I tried to form words, and maybe I succeeded, but they didn’t make any damn sense. My legs were absolute junk. If Blake wasn’t holding onto me, I’d be on the floor.

  Blake’s breathing was shallow and rough, and it mimicked the way Zach was using my body. We were both so close.

  He scraped his teeth against my neck, and I shattered.

  “Get her on the bed,” Blake grunted. Zach slipped his fingers out of me and pressed a kiss to my pubic bone before letting me go.

  Blake unlocked my arms and led me over to the bed. He rubbed them to bring the feeling back. His breathing was still rough. Tension and the smell of sex filled the room. I’d just gotten off, but my body was tingling all over, either from too much sensation or not enough. My head was spinning too much to know the difference.

  The mattress swayed when Blake landed hard next to me. He unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out of his pants, and went for his belt. All those clothes had been a damn shame. His body was beautiful. I reached for him, stopping when I noticed the pink slashes of scar tissue on his chest. I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what they were.

  “They’re from stab wounds.” Blake’s voice was soft, his gaze low as he ran his hands over the ruined skin. “A fan did it.”

  “Why?” My body tightened
as I reached for his chest. I didn’t know if he’d let me touch his scars, but he did. I wished I could fix him.

  And there was part of me that was scared too. That a fan had hurt him, and I’d been called down here, as a fan… No. Jupiter in Blue had taken care of me. Zach and Blake wouldn’t hurt me. I had to convince myself of that.

  I looked back at Zach, who still sat on the floor. “She saw Blake and I leave a nightclub together,” he said.

  “A gay nightclub,” Blake clarified. “Zach and I have been a couple since the beginning of the band. We do like women, and we always share. That’s our rule. She wanted Zach, but he didn’t want her. Can’t even remember the reason.”

  “Maybe because she was a psycho bitch?” Zach chuckled. “When she saw Blake and me together, she lost her shit.”

  “I’m so sorry.” I kissed the highest scar. It was right over his heart. Had she been a little better, a little luckier, had he moved the wrong way, we’d be talking about Blake in past tense right now. “How did I never know?”

  “That we’re gay?” Blake laced his fingers between mine. “We thought you did a pretty good job of figuring it out from your story. I always tried to cover my tracks with the stuff you saw in the tabloids. They were either girls we were both seeing or ones we hired. They all signed NDAs. But then we read your story—”

  “Weren’t you scared it was the same girl?”

  Zach shook his head. “She went to jail. Some bad shit happened, and she didn’t make it out alive.”

  A chill ran down my spine. “I had no idea you two were actually together. But you always had a connection, an energy…something that made me think it would be so hot to have you both fuck me at the same time.” And I’d never been so right about anything in my life. “I was actually wondering why I never heard about the attack.”

  “Management paid a lot of money to keep it out of the press. They were funding our escort service, as we used to call it. They thought it was bad for our image if the fans found out the two of us would rather be with each other than the girls who screamed our names every night.” Blake trailed his finger along my thigh. “Not every fan, though. Every so often, we’d come across a woman who captured our imagination and she’d be impossible to resist.”

  Our lips met in a kiss. He tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me away enough to end the kiss, but he rested his forehead against mine.

  “Are you ready to have your fantasy come to life, love? To fuck us both at the same time?”

  My body went crazy at the sound of the word fuck spilling from his lips. So soft, so crude, so positively British.

  “Wait until you taste her pussy.” Zach pulled his shirt over his head, and a wicked grin spread across his face. “You won’t be able to stop.”

  I laughed. “Do you guys always compare notes?”

  “Double the pleasure.” Blake’s hand was in my hair again. “I can’t wait to have that sweet little clit between my lips.”

  I groaned, and it was the guys’ turn to laugh. “So, if I’m thinking of the right story, you lie on the bed and—”

  There was only one story with both men in it. The dirtiest one I’d ever written, and it scared the shit out of me. Bringing it to life didn’t scare me—damn, I couldn’t wait—but I was terrified I couldn’t deliver on my promise. That I’d let them down. Lina did those things, not Alina. The lines had blurred this weekend, and I forgot which one I was.

  “You do whatever you want.” Blake stood, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them. His cock stood at attention as he climbed on the bed, stopping to steal a kiss from me before he lay on his back.

  I hadn’t torn my gaze away from his dick yet. It was thick and full, shiny at the tip with precum. He hadn’t only been a spectator with Zach and me. His cock had a slight curve to it, which was going to feel amazing when I fucked him. But that wasn’t how I wrote the story. I forced my eyes to travel over the rippling muscles of his abdomen, past his scars, to his beautiful face. He’d gotten better looking over the years. I’d never confess to him when the band came out, he wasn’t my favorite because I hadn’t found him as attractive as the others. But he’d blossomed with age, experience, and heartbreak.

  His eyes were closed, lips parting. Waiting. Zach was totally naked now too. He sat on the floor. Watching, playing the part I’d written for him perfectly.

  It all depended on me.

  I crawled over to Blake, running my finger from the nest of hair around his cock up to his chin. He shivered, his lips curling into a grin. I carefully straddled his face. My legs were still shaky from that orgasm, from the fucking realness of being here with these two.

  Blake let out a small, satisfied hum. I tipped his chin so his lips would meet my clit and let him go to town.

  My back bowed on contact. Blake and Zach might swap secrets and share women, but what Blake did with his tongue was totally different than his lover. He moved with purpose, catching the sensitive skin between his lips and giving it a tug. I cried out, wondering what the heck I’d done to make it to the final round in the pussy licker championship.

  Blake held me steady, clenching my thighs as he licked and sucked. He caught the sensitive skin between his lips and squeezed. Holy shit. I grasped the headboard, about to lose control for the second time.

  But the sexiest part of the whole thing was Zach sitting on the floor, his arm on the edge of the mattress, watching Blake eat my pussy. I couldn’t see his other hand or hear much of anything over my wildly beating heart, but I was pretty sure he was getting himself off.

  “Can you do it, Lina?” Zach was breathless. “Like in the story.”

  “I…” Didn’t want to tell them. “Haven’t done it before in real life.”

  Zach’s eyes were heavy-lidded. Oh yeah, he was definitely giving himself a hand job. “Don’t hold back. Let go.”

  Blake was doing that thing again, when he pulled on my clit. It was heaven and hell all tangled together, and I wasn’t sure which one I wanted more. As long as I was with Jupiter in Blue, I didn’t have to choose. I could have it all.

  My orgasm exploded like bright lights behind my eyes, rocketing through my body.

  “Yes, Lina.” Zach encouraged me. “Like that. You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

  My body trembled, my muscles freezing and spasming. I let my orgasm wash through me, doing like Zach said, holding nothing back.

  I came hard. So hard that my juices ran down Blake’s chin. His chest was soaked. From me. Fuck, I’d done it. I’d never squirted before.

  Zach’s eyes widened as he surveyed Blakes’s glistening wet chest. He climbed onto the bed. I concentrated on the way his muscles moved under his skin as he came closer. Wrapping his hand firmly around Blake’s cock, he licked my wetness away from his skin.

  Damn.

  Blake’s rhythm changed when Zach made contact. He moved faster, rougher, like he had to fight to stay in control of his own body. I fell forward, my hand landing in Zach’s hair. I pulled it, and our gazes met.

  “Kiss me.” I could barely speak. “I want to taste myself on you.”

  I think that was the line, anyway. Zach took orders well. He rose to his knees, his own cock hard and magfuckingnificent. He grasped my chin roughly and claimed my lips in a kiss.

  Zach was as good with my mouth as he was with my cunt. I sucked the salty taste of myself from his lips and then pushed his chest.

  He laughed as he fell back, repositioning himself between Blake’s legs, which had fallen open. “I have the best view on the entire island.”

  His gaze never left mine as he sunk his lips on Blake’s cock.

  Zach was wrong. I had the best view on the entire island. Maybe the whole world. I’d never watched a man give another man head so up close and personal, and if I hadn’t been floating in a haze between orgasms, I probably could’ve learned a thing or two. Zach was sure and steady with every move, knowing exactly what his lover wanted.

  Blake humm
ed against my clit, curling his fingers into the flesh on my thighs. I wished I could’ve felt his cock swell inside me when his balls hitched up and he blew his load into Zach’s mouth. I wanted that. Blake’s tongue finally slowed, and he lowered me next to him on the mattress.

  Zach crawled beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my shoulder. We lay a panting, tangled mess. In the story, I never wrote them fucking me. I thought all that oral would be enough—and it was—but I wanted so much more.

  I’d been with every member of Jupiter in Blue, and now all I wanted was a chance to do it again.

  Chapter Ten

  “Why are you sad, Alina?” Hunter frowned at me from across the table. Last time I’d seen him, he’d stormed off, upset that I was spending the night with Blake and Zach. But that was the plan. And I didn’t know him well enough to tell if it was rivalry or jealousy.

  And it reinforced my point. The guys didn’t belong to me. “It’s over. I go home tomorrow morning.”

  “Are you disappointed with your trip?” Todd slid his chair closer to me and topped off my mimosa. There was so much more I’d miss besides the guys and the sex. The personal chef. The sunshine. The beach. And most of all, the freedom and the feeling that I could achieve anything.

  Sure, I could do all those things in Cleveland, but I had responsibilities. I didn’t resent my mom for getting sick. Not at all. Like Hunter had said, I was lucky to have this chance to spend time with her and to make sure she was taken care of the way she wanted. Not everyone had that opportunity.

  “Hell no.” My wildest dreams had come true, even if it wasn’t forever. “I’m thinking about my mom. And I wonder if the next time I’d have this kind of time for myself will mean she’s too sick for me to care for.”

  Or worse.

  Todd leaned in and kissed me. I let myself get lost in it, the sweet peach nectar on his lips my souvenir from a weekend I wouldn’t be able to share with anyone. I could never tell my sister or Katie every detail of my vacation. I wasn’t ashamed of what I’d done. I wouldn’t be able to bear the disappointment when they didn’t understand why this had been so important to me.