by Nikki Wild
“No,” I gasped in brief fatigue. “Leave it on for now.”
Aiden cut me a look. “Not sure what you know about blowjobs, but they don’t feel great with a rubber shield in the mix.”
I shook my head.
“I want to taste myself on you.”
“Oh,” he blinked, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “Well, that changes things…”
Dylan waited for me to ease back into position. Aiden didn’t offer me that consideration, instead pressing against my lips with his sheathed cock.
“Go on then. Lick yourself off of me.”
I did as I was told, parting my mouth around his cock and licking the condom. It tasted like used latex and the aftermath of thunderous sex.
“How is it?” Aiden demanded.
“Good,” I confessed. “It’s good?”
“Just good?” He pulled it back.
“Amazing,” I clarified, swallowing it again. “I love tasting myself on you.”
Dylan chose to stop feeling left out. He coerced my hips up, guiding his own, sheathed cock in one hard motion into my wet chasm. I gasped at the sensation, my body have already started to calm down.
“Was that too soon?” He asked, his cock driven deep inside me.”
“No,” I pulled Aiden’s cock free and shook my head. “No, keep going. Just like that.”
I turned back and ripped the condom from Aiden’s cock, tossing it to the floor as I enveloped his shaft with my mouth.
“Well goddamn,” Aiden grunted, feeling my tongue slide across his shaft. “You’re a bad girl…”
I took the compliment, much like I was taking Dylan’s thrusts from behind.
His strong hands were clasped around my hips. To my surprise, he gave me a sudden slap across my ass. Hard!
I freed my mouth and gave a little yelp.
“Where did that come from?” I asked him coyly over my shoulder.
“I’m not as vanilla as you think I am,” he told me between heavy strokes of his cock inside me.
Huh, I mused quietly to myself. Well, I’ll be damned.
He reached forcefully down, rolling me onto my knees. I gasped as Dylan grabbed a fistful of my hair and lifted my head upward, bringing my mouth back in line with Aiden’s waiting cock.
“Oh God!” I cried out as he thrust himself back inside me, forcing my lips back around Aiden and putting a stop to my pleasure fueled cry.
I’d been wrong. Dylan wasn’t going easy on me and he sure as hell wasn’t letting me set the pace. This was raw and animal, and my mind was spinning as I went feral with desire.
The time for words was over. Both Aiden and Dylan were relentless. We tried a variety of positions together, swapping out places until I’d lost any sense of which was which.
They kept their distance from each other, using me between them. Occasionally, one would bow out to give me a little breathing room, or the other unfettered access to my entire naked, trembling body.
I completely lost count of my orgasms. By this point, I couldn’t even tell how any of this began. I’d be lucky if I could remember my own name in the morning…
But I remember how it ended.
Oh, how I’ll never forget that.
I was on my back on the edge of the bed. Judging from the power behind his thrusts, I could only guess that Dylan had mounted me. His hips were bucking wildly into my own. He held himself supported on his palms while Aiden stood beside the bed in a half-kneel against the mattress. True to his controlling nature, he was forcibly guiding his cock down my throat as he held himself up with one palm against the wall.
The brothers were effortlessly thrusting in time. There was always a cock burrowed into a needful orifice; Dylan thrust in while Aiden pulled out, over and over, all of us locked together into a frantic rhythm.
I had descended into becoming some kind of cock-crazy machine, delirious with dick and coated in the sweat of incredible sex. Every glance was full of mindless, carnal pleading. Every nerve ending in my body begged for more, craved more. It didn’t matter how exhausted I, was or how broken and raw that the pedantic voice deep down knew I would be when it finally ended.
Neither of the two men fucking me senseless had experienced the thrill of release yet. The times they had come close, they would slow down or pull free completely. It was like they were competing with each other, trying not to be the first to give in.
The passing of time outside was nothing to us. The light through the privacy of the curtains was darker now. There were no watches or clocks, only the movement of our sweaty, hungry bodies together.
I knew I needed to feel both of them release inside me – and now.
Throwing everything I had left into my aching, drenched body, I slammed my hips down harder and harder against Dylan, and I took back control of my mouth on Aiden’s heavy erection.
“I don’t know how much longer I can last,” Dylan grunted as I dug the fingernails of one hand around his buttock, willing him to fuck me faster.
“Do it,” I gasped. “Come for me.”
My eyes trailed up to Aiden’s towering visage as he groaned down at me. “Both of you,” I commanded. “Let me feel it. Let me taste it. Fucking do it.”
They exchanged a glance, but I saw smugness in their faces. This clearly ticked a box for them, and I might have been more irritated if they hadn’t drowned me in pleasure for untold ages.
“Alright,” Dylan said. I watched a fire light behind his eyes that I easily could have mistaken for the flames Aiden possessed.
This was going to be dangerous.
While he began to jackhammer me into oblivion, Aiden pulled his cock free and began stroking it tightly and quickly. I took the time to focus on Dylan completely, grabbing onto the tight muscles of his shoulders and throwing myself into fucking him back.
“Do it, baby,” I murmured huskily. My voice sounded so distant from the intensity. “Come inside me, please…”
I heard Aiden gasp, and I turned my face and opened my mouth. Keeping my left hand clutching Dylan’s tightened arm as he supported himself upright, I grabbed Aiden’s ass with my right hand, urging him back where he belonged… inside my throat.
Aiden complied, his cock thrusting into my mouth with a need to occupy something tight and hungry.
One final, crippling orgasm tore through my body as Dylan’s thrusting opened me up for another mind-numbing release. I felt lifted and far away as a fresh burst of endorphins cleansed my brain.
Shouldn’t I have run out by now? I felt myself distantly, inwardly laughing.
Apparently not; this final, all-powerful climax rendered me blind with unending elation, the sinews and tendons of my tired body racked with desire wildly fulfilled.
I came down from my orgasmic high just in time to feel Aiden struggle against me. His cock finally opened up, pumping rope after rope of salty, white-hot cum over my tongue and to the back of my yearning throat.
Swallowing it all down was second nature. I’d tasted a man before, but this burned hot with primal, feral desire. He let loose a low, dark roar as his brain flooded with chemicals that had been building since the day I’d first met him.
While he gasped and groaned, clutching his head with a weary hand from the intensity, Dylan was right behind him. The guitarist gave me a few definitively final thrusts before the tip of his cock burrowed as deep inside as humanly possible. In that instant I felt the warmth and sensation of his insane erection bursting with life – his hot seed pumping into me, more of it than I could have imagined – every hot drop caught neatly within the condom’s barrier.
We fell together into an exhausted, powerful mess on the sheets. Our bodies were stricken with borderline impossible levels of fatigue.
Aiden’s fingers possessively stroked my thigh, as Dylan planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes and stretched out between them, and sleep came far too quickly.
Dylan
Pulled back to reality from a pleasant cycle of dream
s, I woke up to the most terrifying sound I have ever heard.
It was the doorknob rattling.
Phoenix was curled up between us, completely tuckered out beyond exhaustion. Her naked, angelic figure briefly and heavily lifted her head, glancing around sleepily. I could barely make out her partially awake expression in the low lighting of the room.
Jesus, I thought to myself.
How long have we been asleep?!
The bedroom doorknob rattled again, more urgently this time. This time, it came with an urgent knocking, and now Phoenix was definitely awake.
She glanced at me in the darkness, her eyes unmistakably filled with terror.
I didn’t have time to properly react.
Aiden Carpenter, the world’s shittiest person to ever unexpectedly wake up, was out of the bed in an instant. He quickly lurched towards the door with his typical brand of tired, unstoppable fury.
“Aiden, don’t!” I hissed at my brother, jumping up to try and cut him off.
It was too late.
The door was thrown open.
“Leave us the fuck alone,” he snarled droopily at our uninvited guests. “Can’t you see that we’re fucking busy in here?”
I tried to hold a hand up to cover the blinding light on the other side. A quiet shriek told me that Phoenix had temporarily lost her sight as well, which meant that she wasn’t hidden when that door was thrown open…
A few seconds later when I could finally make out shapes, I recognized Carter with some chick I’d never seen in the doorway. She was probably some groupie that he was bringing back to bang on the bus.
Not anymore, apparently.
“Why the fuck are you two… is that Phoenix in there?” Carter blurted out in surprise, gazing between all of our naked, surprised bodies. “Hold up, where’s your other girl?”
“Aiden–” I tried to catch him.
“What other girl?” He snarled.
Nope. Half asleep and scowling, the guy was unstoppably propelling us further and further into this trainwreck.
Realization dawned on Carter’s face. “I, uhh… I think we’re gonna go.”
“Good idea, bro,” Aiden grumbled angrily at our bandmate before slamming the door. He lumbered back and dropped like a heavy sack of bricks into the bedding, grunting sleepily beneath his breath.
I quickly turned back to Phoenix, who had apparently tried a little too late to pull the blanket over her head. “Babe, are you…”
“I can’t fucking believe that just goddamn happened,” she groaned furiously.
Facedown beside her, Aiden was grumbling something incoherently. Even if we’d heard him, it probably wouldn’t have fucking helped.
“It’ll be okay,” I assured her. “Just because Carter saw us doesn’t mean–”
“That’s right,” Phoenix snapped, pulling the blanket back down. “He saw us. He saw all of us, together. Not only did he see one of you fucking me, he saw us fucking together.”
“He didn’t see us fucking,” I reminded her. “He only caught us after we’d already fallen asleep.”
“Oh, good,” she barked at me angrily. “Because that’s so much better!”
She buried her face in her hands.
It broke me up inside to see her distressed like this. Tenderly, I reached to try and put a hand on her back, but she jerked away from my touch.
“And now three of you know what I look like naked. Jesus Christ!”
“Hey,” I told her authoritatively. “You’re angry. That’s okay. But there’s no way that we could have hidden this from them for long anyway. We share this bus together.”
“Oh God, we do,” she realized.
“Wait, that’s not what I was–”
“How the fuck am I going to look at him again after that?” She lifted her face from her hands. “No doubt he’ll tell Trevor anyway, those two are thick as goddamn thieves…”
I was quickly finding myself at a total loss for calming her down. Everything I tried was only stirring the goddamn pot.
“What am I supposed to say now? ‘Oh, hey dude! Sorry that you missed out on banging some stranger and saw an eyeful of my tits. I was busy fucking the twins. Why not get you and our other bandmate in the mix? Let’s do some team building! Last one to get off has to load up the instruments after the next show!’”
“Shut up,” Aiden growled sleepily, shifting his face and shoulders in bed. “It’s not that big a deal.”
If you could just fucking shut up.
As expected, Phoenix was immediately livid. “Not that big a deal? Are you fucking shitting me right now?!”
“Look,” Aiden lethargically grunted in his relaxed, facedown position. “They know that we fuck groupies together sometimes. I mean, not together, together, we’ve never done the ‘same chick at once’ thing before…”
“You’re not helping things–” Dylan said.
“So what if it’s someone in the band this time? What’s the goddamn difference?”
The room became suddenly very cold.
“Is that… is that what I am to you?” She bowed up, her anger reaching a boiling point. “To both of you? Just another groupie who can play a fucking instrument? Is that why I’m slightly more important to you guys than castaway slut?”
“Of course not!” I told her. “You’re not a slut at all!”
“Is that so?” She bitterly responded. “After everything that we just did together, you’re going to look me in the eyes and say that I’m a pure and innocent little princess? Grow the hell up, Dylan…”
“You’re a vital part of this goddamn band!” I tried to calm her down. “Phoenix, you’re one of us now! Don’t you realize that we can’t do this without you anymore?”
Cue Aiden, to the rescue.
Wait.
Did I say ‘to the rescue?’
That’s funny, I meant to say ‘making everything laughably, measurably worse with every last goddamn syllable.’
“Stop overreacting and let me fucking sleep. We’re tired as shit after making sure you enjoyed yourself…” He groggily cut in, quickly throwing any reasonable chance at fixing this under the bus.
“Oh. You’re right,” Phoenix growled with all the calm sincerity of a cactus patch filled with bees. “I should just let you sleep it all off. How fucking inconsiderate of me…”
Her feet were on the floor that very moment, snatching up her discarded clothes and hastily throwing them back on.
“Phoenix, he’s just half asleep!” I tried to tell her. “Aiden doesn’t know what the fuck he’s saying! My brother can hold entire goddamn conversations in his sleep!”
A loud snore underlined my point.
“Even better,” she snapped, casting him a filthy look. “The fact that he can snore away after that shit like it’s no big deal…”
“Of course it’s a huge deal,” I tried again to reassure her. “Look, I get it. What just happened was totally fucked up. But we can absolutely fix this.”
Phoenix was stumbling around half-dressed, the fatigue of our afternoon clearly robbing her of her coordination. “No, Dylan. I honestly don’t think that we can.”
“Babe…”
She was pulling her jeans on, wrapped up in bitter self-loathing. “I mean, what the hell was I thinking? Fucking half the band at once? How could I have possibly thought that was a good goddamn idea?”
My heart was breaking.
I finally had her.
Well, we finally had her, but still.
Thanks to a knock at the door and the bullshit of my knee-jerk asshole of a brother, we were going to lose everything we’d physically come to blows over.
It was all going to have been for nothing, and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop this disaster now that it had started.
She got her shirt over her head, and I hesitantly grabbed her by the arm.
“Phoenix – I promise, we can make this–”
Her instant glare snapped onto me. The strength of it burn
ed through the darkness. “Do. Not. Fucking. Touch. Me.”
She wrenched her arm free, snatched up her shoes, and stumbled out the bedroom door. It slammed shut behind her harder than any door on a bus reasonably should.
Everything was cold.
Everything was miserable.
And I felt completely drained.
The strength left my legs as I dropped down onto the corner of the bed, overcome with grief. There was the innocent sound of rustling in the bed behind me, and I sensed my brother sitting up and stretching. A loud yawn filled the room.
“What’s her fucking problem?”
Phoenix
The fun thing about living on a tour bus with your bandmates is that there’s nowhere to hide when the shit decides to hit the fan.
I caught up to Carter and his chick just as they were slipping back into the venue. Trying to force the words out of my dry throat, I managed to somehow get their attention before they vanished off.
“Carter! Wait up!”
The dreadlocked drummer turned on his heel, gazing at me sternly. Sighing, he turned to his tryst of the evening.
“Babe, give us a moment.”
“Alright,” the fan smiled before popping inside the door.
My brain was flooded with complete and utter humiliation, and I could barely fathom how to make the words work.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Carter commented coolly. “Because you’re in dangerous fucking waters.”
“I know,” I moaned, putting my head in my hands. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They’ve both been hitting on me so hard, and I couldn’t choose between them… I didn’t want to even get into anything with either of them, but I… I…”
His hand sympathetically clasped onto my shoulder. “Those two are a force of nature. I mean, I’m surprised, but I’m not.”
“What do you mean?” I lifted my face.
“I knew it was inevitable that you’d get with one of them,” he told me.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“Not what I meant,” he replied. “They’re sex machines, and you’ve got a sexual energy around you that is off the goddamned scale. I’m amazed it took this long, but I didn’t think you’d jump into bed with both.”