by Lane Hart
The two men stick to their rhythm for a while until both of their thrusts began to falter.
“So close,” Clarke mutters as he begins to move faster. “Can’t hold back.”
“Oh, God!” I scream, as warmth erupts from deep inside of me, causing my pussy to clamp down on Ben and Clarke’s cocks as I come apart.
Clarke doesn’t last any longer either, and I feel his hot seed dripping from me before he even pulls out. The bed bounces when he falls to his back beside Ben. Looking over toward the door, Clarke mutters, “Really, Ford?”
“Dude, you’re fucking up my mojo here,” Ben says from underneath me.
When I glance over my shoulder, sure enough, the arrogant singer is leaning against the doorframe, naked with his cock in his hand. His bottom lip may as well be sticking out from the obvious way he’s pouting like a little kid who didn’t get picked to play dodgeball.
“Tess doesn’t mind me watching, do you?” Ford asks.
“No,” I reply softly. I feel bad that Ford wants to join us and that I’m keeping him away, simply because he has the ability to break my heart.
Don’t the other guys have that same power too now? I may have told myself from the beginning that we were just fooling around, but I’m starting to care for each one of them, more than I should.
“Come here,” I say with a sigh, unable to let Ford inside of me, but willing to offer him a compromise.
Ford appears beside the bed a second later, nearly out of breath from the speed at which he traveled across the room.
“Can I take Clarke’s place?” he asks while eyeing my ass like a starving beast.
“No,” I tell him. “But if you want to get on the bed, I’ll take you in my mouth.”
“Fuck, that’s even better,” Ford responds before he’s scurrying up on the mattress, kneeling next to Ben with his dick in his hand. Ford’s manhood is quite impressive when I see it up close and personal for the first time. Where Clarke’s is long but lean and Ben’s is incredibly thick, Ford’s cock has the perfect amount of girth and length with bulging veins decorating it from root to his plump mushroom head. Bending forward, I brace one hand on the mattress and wrap my other hand around the base of his shaft. I stick my tongue out to swipe it over Ford’s slit that’s dripping with his arousal. Then I kiss his beautiful cock that I can’t wait to have fucking my mouth, just to tease him.
When Ford practically whines in anguish, Clarke chuckles from where he’s stretched out and content on the other side of Ben, his hands behind his head.
“More, please,” Ford grits out, so I take pity on him and take his hard, perfect shaft deep into my throat while Ben picks up where he left off. He slams me down on his cock so hard I moan and nearly gag around Ford’s thickness.
“Oh fuck. Ohhhh fuck,” Ben groans as his hands move around to squeeze both of my ass cheeks as his cock swells and pulses inside of me.
Ford’s hand cups the back of my head when I slow down, urging me to take more of his dick in my mouth and suck him faster.
“Uh! Yes! Take every inch of me, Tess!” Ford shouts as his hips pump down my throat, his thrusts so rough that I struggle to keep up while breathing through my nose. His free hand reaches down to play with his balls while my cheeks hollow out to suck him harder.
“That’s it,” Ford encourages. “I’m gonna come in that sexy mouth so fucking hard.”
Ford raises up on his knees when he holds my head to his body, and then I hear the “Whap!” and feel the sting of his hand slapping my ass cheek.
“Dirty!” Whap! “Little!” Whap! “Slut!” Whap! “Make me crazy!” Whap! “Need you so bad!” Whap!
With each buck of Ford’s hips as he shoots his load down my throat, he spanks my ass a little harder, each time telling me what it’s for. He’s so raw and angry and desperate for me that he makes my stomach do flips. Out of nowhere, my body shakes with another orgasm as I try to swallow everything Ford gives me until he tugs my hair to pull me off of him.
I use my hand to wipe away the remnants of Ford’s liquid pleasure while Ben remains wedged inside me.
“Holy wow,” Ben mutters from underneath me.
“Fuck, I’m spent,” Ford says, as he falls backward on the pillow and stretches his legs out in front of him down the length of the bed.
A smile crosses my face as I look down at all three of the incredible men lined up below me, each with a sated, smug grin on their face, eyelids all at half-mast like their cocks as they start to doze off.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “So should I go sleep in one of the other rooms and leave you three alone?”
“Get your fine ass down here,” Ford says before he sits up and pulls me off Ben. He situates me on my side, with him spooning from behind me, his fingertips rubbing my bottom where he spanked me.
“Your ass okay?” Ford whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“She came on me when you were spanking her,” Ben says as he rolls to his side too, facing me.
“Fuck, I wish I could’ve felt that,” Ford says.
My eyes won’t stay open any longer as two sets of lips press kisses on my face, back, shoulders, neck, heading lower to my breasts.
Just before I fall asleep, I hear Clarke grumble, “How the hell did I end up on the outskirts?” making me giggle.
A moment later, I feel a warm cloth wiping down my bottom and spreading my legs to clean my pussy. I blink my eyes open and see Clarke hovering above me, taking care of me. He places a kiss on my cheek before I lose the fight with consciousness.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Davis
How did I used to go months without being with a woman and now two days without Tess makes me want to tear down the walls of the cabin with my bare fists?
At least I’ll definitely get to see her today.
Ford called and told me to get my ass to his house to try out some new songs with the guys.
While I would rather have Tess all to myself, it will be nice to at least get a glimpse of her. And maybe beg her to come home with me tonight.
I’ve been obsessed with the woman over the past few weeks, needing to know everything about her. She’s opened up to me some about her father, who was the lead singer in a band, and how she doesn’t have much of a relationship with her mom.
Surprising even myself, I gave in and told her about my family disowning me after the night I beat the shit out of my father because I was tired of him hitting me. Not even the guys know about that, but there’s something about Tess that makes me want to talk to her, to tell her my deepest, darkest secrets, because I feel like I can trust her not to laugh at me or think less of me. She cares for me, I know she does, even though I’ve insisted that there’s nothing but sex between us.
And I hate seeing her leave after we spend a few hours together. I’ve nearly bitten my tongue off trying to stop myself from begging her to stay. I’m a grown ass man who doesn’t need a woman to cuddle with at night, like a big ass teddy bear. Even if that’s what I want.
At first, I thought sex was all I was capable of giving Tess, since I’ve been emotionally crippled my whole life. But being around her more makes me think it’s possible for me to be the kind of man she wants and needs. One who takes care of her and does the mushy romantic stuff too, like tell her the “L” word.
After my Uber driver lets me off in front of Ford’s house, I march up to the door with my guitar and amp, setting the amp down on the porch at my feet to knock.
I wasn’t expecting Tess to answer it, but I’m happy it’s her instead of Ford. Wearing a flowing pink dress that stops right above her knees, she’s a fucking knockout. I want to bend her over and lift up her skirt…
“Hey, Davis! I’m so glad to see you,” Tess says, before she throws her arms around my neck to hug me.
I can’t resist holding her either with my free hand, even though I grumble, “If you wanted to see me, then why haven’t you come over the last two days?”
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br /> “Sorry,” she apologizes as she pulls away with a frown on her face. “There’s something I need to tell you—”
“Davie!” Ford calls out from behind Tess. “Get your ass in here! We need you to listen to the rhythms we’ve put together, and start figuring out your leads for these new songs.”
I look back at Tess, waiting for her to finish whatever she was saying, that there’s something she wants to tell me, but she shakes her head and steps aside to let me in the house.
“We’ll talk later,” she says.
I want to tell her we’ll talk after I take her on every surface of my cabin tonight, but I hold off because I don’t want her to think that I just want her around to fuck her. It’s more than that. I want her to come stay with me. She said Ben’s recovery is going well, so I hope she’ll agree that he’ll be fine on his own now.
Picking up my amp, I follow Ford through the house and out the side door in the kitchen that leads to the garage. Ben is already set up with his bass and Clarke is sitting behind his old kit that looks a little dusty, but still in decent shape. Everyone’s all plugged in, waiting for me, when Ford steps in front of his mic.
“Here’s the music,” Clarke says, handing me a stack of papers. “We’ll run through ‘Nail in the Coffin,’ the first song twice, and then maybe you can come in on the third?”
“Yeah,” I mutter, since they still think I’m a big idiot. The truth is, music is the only thing that’s ever come naturally to me. That’s why I’m able to join them on the second run through, making Ford look over his shoulder with raised eyebrows in surprise.
It’s a pretty catchy tune that’s short and fast and easy to play.
When Clarke’s last hit on the cymbal fades out, Ford turns around and asks the three of us, “What do you think?”
“Sounds great,” Ben tells him.
“Yeah, it’s awesome,” Clarke agrees as he twirls one of his sticks with a grin.
“Holy crap, guys!” Tess says when she walks into the garage. “I didn’t want to interrupt during the song, but I could hear it from the kitchen. And wow! You all sounded amazing!”
When I realize that I’m not the only one staring at Tess with a goofy ass grin on my face, but all the guys are too, I start wondering what the hell is going on.
Then I watch as Ben goes over to Tess and tells her, “Thanks, baby,” before kissing her cheek. While it may look innocent, I know there’s a helluva lot more to it, especially when he calls her baby. He all sounded…sweet and shit, which pisses me the fuck off.
“Are you fucking him?” I growl without a second thought.
Tess’s golden-green eyes go wide, and she opens her mouth to respond. But I already know the answer.
“You are, aren’t you? Is that why you sleep here at night instead of with me?” I yell at her.
“You need to calm down, Davie,” Ford says when he turns around to face me.
“Calm down? Fuck you!” I snarl at him. “Are you fucking her too?”
“No,” he answers. “But we’ve done other things.”
“Ford!” Tess exclaims, like she didn’t want him to admit that shit to me. “Davis, I’m so sorry. I was going to tell you…”
“You were going to tell me what?” I snap at her. “That you’re a slut who fucks all of my friends?”
“Watch your fucking mouth, man!” Clarke says, when he gets to his feet behind his kit and tosses his sticks down, looking all defensive and shit for her.
“Wow,” I mutter as it dawns on me. “You’re fucking them all, aren’t you? Goddamn, maybe I am slow.”
“No, you’re not, Davis,” Tess says, while I stand there frozen, thinking back to all the times she came over during the last few weeks. She had slept with the other guys before and after we were together. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear!”
“You didn’t mean to spread your legs for every fucking one of us?” I ask. “It seems pretty easy to avoid.”
When she takes a few steps toward me, I hold up my palm to stop her, my entire body shaking with barely-contained rage. “Don’t. Just fucking don’t, Tess. Stay the hell away from me.” Glaring at the guys, I tell them, “I’m done with all of you fuckers.”
Taking off my guitar, my favorite fucking guitar, I wrap my hands around the neck and then turn around and slam it into Clarke’s kit a few times to get my message across before I storm out the garage door.
“Davis! Wait!” Tess calls to me.
My stupid feet want me to obey her voice because I’m so goddamn pussywhipped from head to toe. Shaking my head in refusal, I keep stomping down the sidewalk until I can cool off enough to call a ride to pick me up.
As angry as I am, I may end up walking all the way back to the cabin.
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Clarke
“That went well,” Ford mutters, as the three of us stand frozen in the garage and Tess goes after Davis.
“You and Ben should’ve kept your mouths shut and let Tess tell him,” I say with a sigh.
“Do you think he’s really done with us?” Ben asks with concern.
Tess comes back inside the garage. Stabbing her fingers through the front of her hair in frustration, she says, “He’s gone.”
“Give him some time to cool off, he’ll come around,” Ford tells us.
“Really? I don’t think so,” I reply. “Davis doesn’t share. The three of us barely manage it for now. Adding him too? I’m sorry, but it’ll never work, Tess.”
“Dammit! I was supposed to help bring the band together and make it better, not tear it apart! This is all my fault!” she says, as she covers her face with both hands.
“Hey, it’s not your fault. We’re all responsible,” Ben says, as he goes over and wraps her in a hug. She buries her face in his chest.
Tess’s response is mumbled, but it sounded like, “I should leave.”
“No!” I yell at her. “You’re not leaving.”
“Hell no,” Ford agrees.
“That’s not gonna happen,” Ben tells her as he squeezes her tighter. “You helped me get sober, and we wouldn’t have any new songs if it weren’t for you.”
Lifting her head to look up at us, Tess says, “What good are new songs if you lose your guitarist?”
“I’ll go talk to him,” Ford speaks up.
“You sure about that?” I ask. “There’s a good chance that Davis will rip your balls off if you even try to speak to him.”
“Fine. I’ll give him a few hours to cool down first,” Ford amends.
“Maybe I should be the one to go talk to him,” Tess suggests, but the three of us shut that shit down right away.
“Not gonna happen,” Ben tells her. “If he wants to hit someone, it should be Ford.”
“Hey!” Ford grumbles.
“He wouldn’t hit me,” Tess says. “I know he’s angry, but mostly I think he’s hurt because I didn’t tell him the truth. I should have, even though he never mentioned us being serious or exclusive.”
“I don’t think any of us knew that we wanted those two things until we were with you,” I admit. After our first time together, I told Tess that I couldn’t give her more because I thought I would be too stressed out, worried about the new album. It didn’t take me long to figure out that being with her, just having her nearby, lowers my anxiety and calms me better than any prescription drug in the world.
“Ford,” Tess starts. “When you talk to Davis, tell him he can be with the four of us, or I’ll go back to San Diego, if that’s what he wants. Whatever it takes for him to stay with the band.”
“That’s gonna be a no-brainer,” Ford assures her.
Davis better fucking agree to this arrangement the three of us have with Tess because if he decides to send Tess back to California, I’ll never forgive him. Neither will Ben or Ford. And that would definitely ruin Malus for good.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ford
I don’t exactly know why I agreed to be Davis’s punching
bag. When I borrow Tess’s rental car to follow her directions to his cabin, I begin to second-guess that decision.
No, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. And I couldn’t risk Ben or Clarke screwing things up with Davis. I definitely wasn’t going to let Tess come and take the brunt of his anger either.
I park the car outside the front of the small cabin and start for the door when I hear him. The grunts and thumps are coming from the back of the house, so my feet stop to listen closer.
The thumps are rhythmic, interspersed with curses and grumbles.
I quietly tiptoe around the side of the house, looking for the giant man, and stay back when I spot him. Wearing just his jeans and boots, no shirt, his thick arms raise an axe over his head and then slice it through the air before landing in the log lying on a stump. The blade splits the hard object as if it were nothing more than butter.
Maybe I should wait to talk to Davis when he’s no longer wielding a dangerous weapon. Just as I turn to go back to the car, my Vans step on a patch of leaves, making them crunch loudly. Loud enough that when I look over my shoulder, Davis’s head has turned toward me.
“What the fuck do you want?” he bellows.
“Just to talk to you, man. Can you put the axe down?” I ask when I turn to face him.
“No,” he grumbles before he gives me his back, picks up another log, and then splices it.
“What’s the wood for?” I ask, since it’s too nice this time of year for a fire.
“I’m imagining each log is one of your heads,” he mutters, before raising the axe and slamming it down again.
Great.
“One of them isn’t Tess’s head, is it?” I ask with concern.
“No,” he grunts, and then glares over his shoulder at me as if he can’t believe I would ask that.
