Lilac

by Reid, B. B.

  I gulped. “You think that will make me say yes?”

  “Oh, I know it will.” I knew he was looking at Loren now because that onyx gaze shifted over my shoulder to Houston. “Her panties. Remove them.”

  “With pleasure,” Loren agreed with a devious grin.

  It was then I knew.

  Before the night was over, I’d give each one of them everything. All of me. Irrevocably.

  My panties were no match for Loren’s eagerness to be rid of them, and so he accidentally tore them while wrangling them down my legs.

  “That’s two pair you’ve ruined,” I reminded him. Why wasn’t I fighting?

  “I’ll buy you more,” he stated absently. He looked between my legs once Houston spread them and released a long, agonizing groan. “Fuck, that pussy is pretty.”

  “I want you to eat it,” Houston commanded, making a whine spill from my lips. “And I want you to keep eating it until she gives us what we came for.”

  If there was ever a time for Loren to rebel, this moment unfolding would have been it. Of course, he chose now to follow Houston’s orders blindly.

  Gripping me underneath my thighs, Loren pushed my legs up and out until I was open and bared for him completely. Houston took over, holding me hostage by hooking my legs in the crook of his arms from behind.

  There was nowhere for me to go.

  Nothing I could do but let Loren sate that hungry look in his eyes. They slowly shifted over to Rich, and my breath caught in my throat because I knew what he would say before he ever spoke.

  “Two heads are better than one.”

  Oh, God.

  I squirmed in Houston’s lap to get away, but he only held me tighter. I could feel his chest heaving as his breathing increased, and his hard dick under me growing even harder.

  “Wait!” I yelped as Rich slowly stood up. My heart began racing as he joined Loren between my legs. “I…” I swallowed. I could barely speak around the taste of cherries coating my tongue.

  “You what?” Loren challenged. My silence was heavy as the three of them waited for me to agree to a relationship. “Didn’t think so.” The soft chuckle he released was nothing compared to his smile. It was taunting and promising more than I could handle.

  “Bon appétit,” Houston inserted from behind me.

  It was an order for his friends to enjoy their meal and also for them to hurry the hell up.

  Neither Rich nor Loren wasted another second before their heads lowered at the same time. I knew whose mouth found me first when I felt the cold metal from Jericho’s lip ring. His tongue lapped me in an open-mouth kiss, and then he pulled back for Loren to have his turn.

  They continued like that.

  They took turns attacking my clit and dipping their tongues inside of me.

  Each time I tried to move away from the horde of sensations they stirred, Houston held me tighter. They weren’t playful or teasing, either. They were aggressive, leaving no part of me untouched. The greedy sounds Loren and Rich made as they ate me filled the room until they were drowned only by my cries. Resting my head on Houston’s shoulder and burying my face inside his neck, I closed my eyes, thinking it would bring me relief, but it only heightened the intensity of their touch.

  Turning his head, Houston kissed me deeply as his best friends went down on me.

  “Open your eyes,” he whispered against my lips. “It would be a shame if you missed anything.” Houston spread my legs even wider, and I could feel both of their lips on me now. I felt my bottom clench at the ramification, and giving a weak shake of my head, I kept them closed.

  I knew the image that would be waiting for me once I did.

  Loren and Rich weren’t taking turns anymore.

  Against my will, my eyes drifted open.

  What I saw…my pussy began throbbing uncontrollably.

  “Oh—” My words were cut off as I came hard watching them. I couldn’t tell where Loren’s mouth began, and Jericho’s ended. They were enjoying each other as much as they were enjoying me. And when the remnants of my orgasm trickled out of me, Loren eagerly lapped it up before turning his head and sharing with Jericho. I watched them kiss as if it was nothing they hadn’t done before, and just like that…another orgasm ripped through me.

  I couldn’t say if multiple orgasms were something I was capable of before the three of them. All that mattered now was that I couldn’t seem to stop.

  “Jericho,” I moaned when he kissed my pussy one last time.

  It was the only warning I got before he took me from Houston. I was yanked off his lap and brought to the center of the bed. Once my muscle shirt was gone, he pushed me down onto the bed until I was flat and naked on my back.

  The impassive look in his eyes both frightened and excited me, the emotions blending when he reached for his belt.

  “Something to say?” Loren teased me. His finger lazily brushed my nipple as he waited for my response.

  “Yeah,” I breathed out as I struggled to catch my breath. Even Rich paused from undoing his jeans, and we locked gazes as the three of them waited. “Do your worst.”

  “Aw shit,” Loren instigated as he fell onto his back. He locked his hands behind his head as he cheesed at the ceiling. I wasn’t as confused by his response as I was by Rich’s.

  He wasn’t cocky or angry as he nodded. He simply held out his hand to Houston without breaking our stare, and I didn’t understand until Houston passed Jericho a condom from the nightstand.

  I could say no to whatever was about to happen, but everyone in this room, including me, knew I wouldn’t.

  I wanted them to convince me.

  I wanted them to force my mind to finally let go.

  My heart and body were already on board.

  Rich tore the condom open with his teeth before shoving his jeans and boxers around his thighs and quickly sheathing himself. He talked the least shit, so it made sense that he had the biggest dick. I could already feel him inside me, forcing my body to accept him and carving his name on my walls.

  He took the time to partially remove his shirt, lifting the neck over his head but leaving the material bunched around his shoulders. I watched his abs flex as he moved between my legs and brought the fat head of his dick to my entrance.

  I wasn’t expecting for him to go slow. I could feel Houston and Loren watching every inch that disappeared inside of me until Jericho was buried to the hilt. My breath caught in my throat at how deeply he reached and how completely he filled me.

  “Braxton.” My eyes had begun to drift close when I heard Jericho’s whisper. I opened them, and he smiled down at me gently. “Tell us what we want to know.” He was still fucking me slowly when he lifted my hips off the bed and gripped my ass hard enough to bruise. “Say yes.”

  “Make me.”

  As if he had expected me to defy him, Jericho’s lids lowered as he bit into his bottom lip. There was no warning before he changed his pace. My bottom half was still completely at his mercy when he began slamming into me with thrusts that could be heard fifty feet away.

  “Oh, my God,” I yelped.

  But Jericho had no mercy to give.

  He pounded me as I gripped the mattress above me with both hands. I even started twisting my body to try to get away, but that only made him growl and fuck me harder.

  I smelled the bergamot and orange in Loren’s cologne as he moved closer, and then he was kissing me and swallowing my cries.

  “I know,” Loren cooed when the sounds I made turned broken. “Give us what we want, and it stops.” He kissed me again, and it was gentle. A complete mockery of everything Jericho was doing to me below. “I promise, baby.”

  I felt my head being turned, and then Houston was kissing me. His kiss was rough and demanding, a warning that there was only more to come. “Otherwise, you’ll keep coming, but he’ll go all night,” he said when he was done.

  “Why do you think Rich is the nicest?” Loren taunted. “He’s always had the most restraint. Th
e most discipline. The most self-control. He won’t let himself come until he’s gotten what he wants, and even if he does lose control…” Loren smiled. “There are two more cocks waiting to service you.”

  As if the three of them commanded it, I flooded Rich’s dick.

  It was only the beginning.

  Jericho came down on me as my pussy convulsed on his cock, and with a groan, he began fucking me into the mattress. I had no choice but to hold onto him as my sharp nails scoured his back, and my heels dug into his ass. The sound of his dick tunneling into me was all that could be heard for a while as I came again on a silent scream.

  I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I could already feel my mind splintering apart.

  One word, and he’d let himself come.

  He’d offer a reprieve—if only until his friends were ready for a turn.

  “Jericho, please,” I found myself sobbing when I came for the third time in mere minutes. I wanted mercy, and he wanted me.

  Only one of us was getting what we wanted.

  “You want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear.

  I shook my head.

  “You want me to come?”

  I nodded.

  Logically, it made no sense, but I knew what he was asking when he offered to stop. I wasn’t denying him my body. I denied him my heart. The only way to end this was for him to give in by releasing or for me to give in by saying yes to being theirs.

  Tangled was an understatement to describe the web we’d weaved.

  “Then you know what to do,” he responded without mercy.

  As if he knew I was standing on a precipice, his strokes slowed, becoming deeper, longer.

  And then he lifted his head to stare into my eyes.

  The genuine need for me in his own is what captured me in the end. I was lost in his silver gaze and the scent of berries when I heard myself say it. I leapt off the cliff, but I didn’t fall.

  I flew.

  “Yes.” My voice was lower than a whisper, but it rang loud in my heart.

  “What was that?” Jericho’s eyes had lit up as if he were watching me fly, so I knew he’d heard me. He just wouldn’t make this easy.

  “Yes.” I was louder now, but still not enough.

  “They can’t hear you, Braxton. Let them hear you,” he urged. His pace was picking up again, his breathing deepening, telling me he was close to coming. On either side of us, Houston and Loren looked on, both silent and still and waiting.

  “Yes.”

  “Louder!” Jericho barked while shoving himself inside of me.

  “Yes!” I repeated on a short, high cry. He’d never gone that deep before. “Yes, I’m yours. I’m yours.”

  “Aw, fuck,” he moaned lowly before smashing his lips against mine. His thrusts shortened, becoming more erratic and frenzied as he chased his orgasm. “Fuck, baby,” he growled with his lips still attached to mine. “I—”

  Suddenly, Jericho stiffened with a grunt, and I knew he’d let himself come.

  I wondered what he’d been about to say.

  He started kissing me again, and all thought fled as I melted under his tenderness now that I was his.

  “All right, you stingy motherfucker,” Loren griped. “Quit hogging her. We want to celebrate too.”

  Jericho kissed me a few seconds more before carefully sliding himself out of me as he lifted up.

  I felt the soreness right away.

  “What?” he asked with a confused frown when he noticed his friends watching him. Turning my head to Houston and then Loren, I realized that they were as shocked by Rich’s dominance as I had been despite the show they put on.

  “Nothing,” Loren answered, keeping his amusement from his gaze. “I’m just glad to be a top and not a bottom, is all.”

  As Loren took over kissing me while Rich fixed his clothes, Houston stood from the bed. I didn’t know where he’d gone until I heard the water in the bathroom running. Loren was still kissing me and promising to be the best boyfriend ever when the bed dipped with Houston’s weight again. A moment later, I felt the warmth from a wet cloth between my legs as he gently began to clean me.

  We didn’t have sex again.

  As the events of the night came rushing back, I knew it was because I’d fallen asleep before Houston was even done cleaning me. The next morning I woke up and found myself lying on Jericho’s chest and still wearing Loren’s medallion. I didn’t understand why I was on top of Rich until I turned my head left and then right and found that Houston and Loren were in bed with us too.

  They’d kept Jericho and me in the middle while they slept on opposite edges. The sun must have barely risen because not even Houston was awake yet.

  As I admired his mussed hair, pursed lips, and naked chest slowly rising and falling, I wondered why I’d woken so early.

  I knew the answer before the question could fully form. My mind was too restless to sleep through the morning. Houston, Loren, and Jericho had gotten me out of my head, but it had only lasted a short while.

  The questions and doubt were back now and with a vengeance.

  As carefully and quietly as I could, I left the bed and my bandmates sleeping in it.

  I guess…technically…they were my boyfriends now.

  I’m sure that’s what I had agreed to last night. I just wasn’t sure if I was up to deliver.

  Shuffling out of the bedroom and through the bunk area, I intended to use the half bath in the front because I didn’t want to risk waking the guys. I needed the quiet time alone to think without one of them literally trying to fuck me out of my mind.

  The moment I stepped through the sliding door, I stopped in my tracks at the sight of a dark-haired woman sitting with her back to me at the kitchen table like she belonged there.

  “Hello?”

  “Dude, why the fuck is your dick in my hip?” Loren shoved me off him before I could respond.

  Slowly, my eyes opened, and I looked around.

  Where the hell was I?

  It wasn’t until my vision cleared that I recognized the bedroom and noticed the fact that my best friends and I were in it alone. I immediately climbed off, my motion startling Houston awake and annoying Loren, who sucked his teeth. Houston slowly rose to sit on the edge of the bed while Loren rolled over onto his stomach and fell back asleep.

  After checking the bathroom for Braxton, I hurried to the front of the bus where I could have sworn I heard two voices speaking. I couldn’t think of any reason someone would bother us this early, but nevertheless, I smelled trouble.

  When I made it to the front, that’s exactly what I found, but it was the last person I expected to see.

  Braxton was sitting at the table with Oni fucking Sridhar.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I immediately barked. She was a long way from Los Angeles, and her presence didn’t make any sense. Nor was it welcome. Braxton gave me a look that said she disapproved of my rudeness, and I found myself dialing it back.

  Day one, and she already owned me.

  Oni, however, castrated me with her gaze as she looked me over. Ever the professional, she wore a tailored, navy blue suit, nude heels on her feet, and dark hair falling in waves down her back. She was beautiful, but a viper, nonetheless. “Carl sent me to check on things.”

  “I don’t remember that being a part of your job description.”

  “It’s not.”

  At the moment, I was regretting making Loren stick to our pact. I could really use a drink, and it was only seven in the morning.

  “Now it’s my turn to ask the questions. I checked the bunks when I arrived and didn’t see anyone.” Her manicured finger waved back and forth between Braxton and me. “What’s going on here?”

  “None of your business.”

  I sat down at the table next to my girl, and because I felt like being a dick, I pulled her into my lap. Braxton didn’t fight me or pull away, but I could tell she was uncomfortable. There was nothing I was willing to do about
that, though, since I refused to hide her in private. There was nothing we could do to prevent the backlash, but as soon as we found a suitable way to announce our relationship, I wouldn’t be denying her in public either.

  Loren and Houston felt the same.

  “I see,” Oni said in response to my claim. I noticed how her gaze immediately shifted to meet Braxton’s.

  I didn’t get the chance to decipher that look because the bunk door had slid open, and Houston walked through. He noticed Oni immediately but didn’t react. As if she weren’t even there, he walked over to the table and took his time kissing Braxton good morning.

  “Sridhar,” he finally acknowledged before moving over to the couch.

  “Morrow,” she returned as the wheels in her mind turned.

  I didn’t want to care what Oni was thinking, but I would if it in any way altered the decision Braxton had made last night. I knew not everyone would accept or understand the unconventional aspect of our relationship, but my ability to care only extended as far as how it would affect Braxton. The rest of the world could eat itself.

  Sitting down, Houston grabbed the pad and pen he used to jot down lyrics from the ottoman we used as a table. He’d been writing last night while Braxton was in the shower and didn’t get to finish before we decided to corner her.

  Thank God it worked. Braxton saying yes was the only reason I was in the mood to deal with Oni’s shit right now.

  “So will you be joining us for the rest of the tour?” Braxton inquired with a deep frown on her face. I don’t think she was opposed to the possibility like I was—just confused.

  I prayed Oni said no.

  “Thankfully, no,” she said, answering my prayers. “I’m only here to see the show tonight, and then I’m on a red-eye back to Los Angeles.”

  The troubled look didn’t leave Braxton’s eyes, and I cursed Calvin and Oni both for putting this shit on her shoulders when she was already dealing with enough. Mainly us. “Why would Carl choose me to replace Calvin if he didn’t think I could handle it?”