by Nikki Wild
“Oh god, that feels incredible…”
I grabbed the button of her jeans and unclasped it, pulling them as I kissed down her stomach.
Aiden was tweaking her nipples between his fingers and thumbs now, continuing to massage her breasts as she rested her head backwards against his chest.
Soon, her jeans were down around her ankles. We guided her out of them, and then she was standing between us in just a pair of black panties.
“You’re soaked,” I gasped in anticipation.
“Let me see,” Aiden smirked.
He traded places with me, dropping to his knees and pressing his tongue against the outside of Phoenix’s panties. He flicked against her lower lips, and I felt her tremble as she pressed her back to my chest, her hand idly reaching down and fumbling for my cock in my pants.
I moaned lightly as her fingers found it. Her hand pushed into my jeans, fingertips gracing my erect, throbbing cock and sliding along the wetness that was already coating it with a slick layer of starving need.
“I need this,” she moaned.
“Good,” I whispered into her ear.
Aiden started slipping her single shred of slight modesty down her thighs, his thumbs hooked into the fabric. Once it was off of her ankles, he pressed his tongue to her wet slit, taking in her essence.
“She tastes so good,” he groaned.
“I know she does.”
Phoenix grasped him by the hair, pulling his face down into her folds. Her head slid back as she moaned loudly, and I clasped a hand over her mouth to quiet her.
Her eyes flew open, turning to me.
But she nodded.
“You like losing control, don’t you?” Aiden asked her as he paused for air, nipping the inside of her thighs with his teeth. “You love it when a pair of strong, sexy men take over for you…”
“I do,” she nodded with a gasp.
“Good,” I acknowledged, turning to the bed. “Then that’s exactly what we’ll do…”
A few moments later, Phoenix was on her back against the bedding. Aiden’s face was planted directly into her sex, lapping away her juices as she was pushed further towards release.
Meanwhile, I was standing beside the bed. She had wrapped a fist around my hard, pierced cock, licking the head as she pumped it with her warm hand.
“Oh man, that feels good,” I groaned.
“How good?” She asked.
“Not as good as that wet, tight pussy,” I told her, a smirk crossing my lips. “But that’s okay. I don’t want to get off anytime soon.”
“Sounds like a challenge…”
“You’d be right to think that.”
She pushed her face closer, engulfing my cock with her hot, wet mouth as she locked eyes onto me.
Oh god, that look could destroy me.
Her eyes flittered to a sexy, half-lidded gaze before she finally closed them. The passion in her movements made it clear that she was dedicated to sucking me dry.
I had to think of anything else to keep myself from firing the cannon too early.
I tried to keep myself preoccupied with thoughts of anything other than how incredible her mouth felt on me.
It wasn’t working.
I, Dylan Carpenter, was about to lose my load almost embarrassingly early.
But she paused, and I realized that her body was tensing up. Phoenix plucked my cock from that velvety tongue in her mouth and lightly stroked it as she looked down, clutching onto Aiden’s head as she threw her face back with eyes clenched shut.
“Oh fuck… don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop…”
Phoenix came hard, her thighs grinding into the sides of his skull as her back arched up off of the bed. Her lip trembled and her eyes were wild with release.
“That looked like a good one,” I grinned.
She grabbed me by the face and planted her lips on mine. “Fuck me. Now.”
“Hey,” Aiden growled. “I was the one down here, doing all the work–”
Her voice was desperate but firm. “You fucked me first last time. Dylan’s turn now.” She turned to me again. “Right now.”
Aiden hopped out of the way and I shed off my clothes, quickly baring myself totally naked for this angelic goddess who was outright commanding me to fuck her.
Who was I to say no to that?
Phoenix was already wet and ready enough. Once I’d slapped on the condom, it didn’t take much time or effort for me to practically hilt myself inside her hips on the first thrust.
Her fingernails flew to my shoulders, digging in as her hips relaxed. I felt her ankles hook together around my lower back.
She’s locking me into position. So hot.
I began to thrust into her, again and again, as she grabbed Aiden by the belt and pulled him close. He began frantically unbuckling and disrobing as I pummeled her slick, willing pussy into submission.
Phoenix plunged Aiden’s cock into her mouth, sucking it down with wanton lust.
“How’s that feel?” I asked him.
“Like fucking paradise…”
Her ankles started weakening around my waist, and I took the opportunity to switch my position. Her legs rode up around my forearms as I planted my palms to the bed, spreading her wide into a W.
“Ooh,” she moaned as I penetrated deeper inside her. “That’s new…”
“I love this angle,” I groaned. “Lets me pull you tight and keep you controlled while I fuck you hard…”
Phoenix swallowed down half of Aiden’s erection again, lightly tilting her face around as she worked hard to please him.
It was somehow incredibly hot to watch her sucking him off, and I knew he was thinking the same exact thing as he watched me fuck her into submission.
“Keep that up, and you’ll make me cum,” Phoenix confessed in a lustful fit.
Encouraged by this, I tightened my grip against the mattress, clenching my hands into the bedding as I pounded her harder and harder.
She had one hand on Aiden’s forearm as he dominated her face, and the other one palming my ass and coercing me into a harder rhythm.
I was all too happy to oblige.
Finally, Phoenix pulled her lips free from his cock again to moan out the proof of her satisfaction.
“Fuck… fuck… oh god!”
I felt her body seize up as she clenched her muscles, her head pushing back into the pillows again. Phoenix grabbed onto my shoulders haphazardly and dug in, her body whiplashing with pleasure. It seemed to come in waves, the multiple orgasms that swept across her.
“Fuck… fuck… FUCK!”
But she wasn’t the only one who was close. The frantic frenzy of her body against mine drove me to the brink, and I felt that almost painful pressure in the head of my cock before it burrowed into her hips, as far as it could go.
I let loose a roar as I clutched her body close, pumping my seed into that thin barrier between my skin and hers. Her head fit perfectly beneath my chin as I held onto that beautiful, amazing woman, my brain going berserk with release.
“We came together,” I gasped.
“Close enough,” she smiled. “I was just ending my string of orgasms when you had yours.”
“Still counts.”
“Sure, if you want it to,” she replied calmly, taking Aiden’s cock back between her lips and licking the head.
Damn straight, I thought to myself.
I’d never gotten off with a chick at the same time. Honestly, I’d never even thought it possible.
I mean, of course it’s possible, but it seemed so rare that it had to be something more when it did happen.
It felt like proof.
I was perfect here.
And she was perfect here.
“My turn,” Aiden growled as he pulled himself free of her mouth and pushed me aside.
“Hey!” I groaned with irritation. “I was having a moment there!”
“You can have a moment with her face,” Aiden darkly murmured, his lips cu
rling up into a smile. “Because you had your fun, and now it’s my turn down here…”
“Boys,” Phoenix cut in, grabbing both of us by the hand and putting our palms on her breasts again. “There’s plenty of me to go around, and we’ve got all night…”
Aiden and I shared a hungry glance.
That’s right, I thought.
We’ve got all night to fuck her hard…
Phoenix
Two Weeks Later
Life had quickly become a whirlwind of epic rocking and amazing sex.
We spent our nights getting pumped up on stage and putting on killer shows. The after parties were all about drinking with the fans and cooling off, letting those endorphin highs keep us primed and ready for more.
And then, at some point, the three of us retired to a private backroom and descended into a hot, heavy session of toe-curling sex.
I found that the lifestyle suited me.
But try as I might, what Carter had slipped to me still stuck in my head. Keeping my trap shut about this alleged third twin was harder than I thought. I did my best to keep that under wraps.
It was easier to do when we came across a brief lull in tour dates. We had just wrapped up our performances in the greater Pacific Northwest area when Nicole secured us some studio space and a legendary producer.
“How does she do this?” Carter whispered to me as we walked down a corridor to the recording booths. The sun was just beginning to set through the glass walls, bathing the corridor in a beautiful twilight orange glow.
“Fairy godmother,” I nodded knowingly.
“Starting to believe that,” he shook his head. “Studio space, okay. Sure, I’ll buy that. But securing Patrick Carnes to produce?”
“Patrick’s an old friend of my father’s,” Nicole turned and grinned, apparently walking within earshot. “It’s no surprise that Snow Leopard wanted me as much as my contacts. Besides, Patrick liked your EPs.”
“You could say that,” a tall, thin, sharply dressed man spoke in a strong English accent as he stepped out of a doorway, a steel thermos in his hand.
“Patrick!” Nicole squealed as she threw her arms around him. She barely came halfway up his chest.
“It’s been too long, love,” he hugged her back. “Good heavens, you’ve grown! Hell, I remember when you were in diapers!”
“I forget that you’re as old as the goddamn dinosaurs,” my best friend laughed as she pulled herself away. “And you don’t look a day over forty. How the hell do you do it?”
“It’s all in the tea,” he grinned, shaking the thermos while giving her a quick wink. “Same every day. Earl grey, hot. Few drops of honey, splash of lemon.”
“I’ll add that to the routine,’ she noted while turning to introduce us. “Lady and gentlemen, this is Patrick Carnes. Patrick, this is Decadent Desires – Aiden, Dylan, Phoenix, Trevor, and Carter. And here’s their tour manager, my dear friend Jeremy.”
We all shook hands with him, and he smiled cheerily from behind his horn-rimmed glasses. “Pleasure,” he spoke after every handshake.
He was so British that I could scream.
“Well. Why don’t we get settled in here, and you lot can tell me the direction you’re thinking for this album?”
Patrick led us into a comfortable room full of beanbag chairs and lounge seating. Pulling up a swivel chair, he spun it around, sat in it bowlegged, and took a swig of tea.
We all formed a semi-circle around him with Jeremy and Nicole hanging back. While he comfortably lounged and watched the meeting, Nicole effortlessly but covertly snapped some pictures with her iPhone –undoubtedly for social media reasons.
“So, let’s get started,” Patrick lifted his eyebrows and grinned between all of us.
The conversation lasted about an hour and a half. Patrick Carnes explained some of what to expect from him as a producer, and how he approached the craft. He asked us a lot of tough questions about what musical direction we wanted to take.
We answered to the best of our ability. Carter stayed quiet for a lot of the chat, choosing to study Patrick while he got to know us.
Patrick Carnes clearly ignored any of the small talk questions that were covered in the interviews. He had apparently already read them and was relatively familiar with our personalities from the start.
We walked away from that conversation totally confident in our producer. If he was half as good as he sounded, we were going to be in fantastic hands.
As we waved goodbye, Aiden quietly pulled Carter aside and let Nicole throw an affectionate hug around Patrick’s shoulders.
“Watched you studying this guy,” he spoke quietly. “So, what do you think?”
Carter seemed to gather his thoughts for a moment. “Well, he sounds like he knows his stuff. I think he’s the real deal. I also think that we’d be stupid to waste this perfect chance to have a proper record producer on our side.”
Aiden nodded quietly.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he finally replied, clasping Carter on the shoulder. “Thanks for looking out for us.”
Carter smirked. “Anytime, man.”
We all got an early night in preparation for our upcoming week. We only had three days to put together the very first Decadent Desires album, and we planned on making the most of our time.
The following morning, we all got straight to business. Jeremy, Nicole, Patrick, and his studio assistant helped us lug in our instruments and chatted outside the sound booth as we set to work hooking everything up and running some sound checks.
Once Carter gave the signal, Patrick waved for them to slip on their headphones. He took a quick swig of tea as he adjusted his own set, then came over the intercom.
“Alright, lads and lass! Whenever you’re ready, let me hear the music in your veins! Let’s take it straight from the top.”
We all shared a huge grin.
This was actually happening.
Aiden turned to Carter. “You know the drill, dude. Take us away.”
The drumsticks clanked over his head. “A-one! A-two! A-one, two, three, four!”
And then we rocked.
The production squad, as I liked to think of them, stayed completely silent as we performed. Patrick was in full control, having us sometimes restart a track and approach it differently, or ask us to repeat a song with a few choice tweaks.
Overall, as professional as he was, he seemed to like what he was hearing. A few songs, he didn’t even bother to have us change, opting to fiddle with the raw material in post-production.
But then the time came.
“This one’s a new track,” Aiden proudly told the studio group over the headset. “First time we’re playing it for an audience.”
“Sounds special,” Patrick noted.
“It is,” Dylan responded warmly. “This is the first song that Phoenix helped us write.”
Nicole smiled through the glass.
“Sounds good!” Patrick nodded, signaling to his studio assistant. “Let’s see what you guys have come up with this time… oh! Have you settled on a name?”
The twins turned to me.
“We call it Triad,” I answered knowingly, flashing the brothers a cheery smile.
“Awesome. Whenever you’re ready.”
I took a deep breath.
This song began with the bass line and lead guitar, working in time together. Dylan flashed me a supportive smile as I slid my fingers up the frets of my bass guitar, readying the tip of my pick against the strings.
The music flowed through me. It was pieces of the bass line I’d put together back when I’d first joined the band, but working with Dylan had changed the flow just enough to elevate the sound.
It was beautiful.
And we played the hell out of it.
Dylan and I worked together, weaving a complex guitar riff that set the stage for Trevor to jump in hard. He strengthened the soundscape just in time for Carter to bring down the sticks and fill out the track.
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I looked up at Patrick, Nicole, Jeremy, and the studio assistant. All of them were watching in careful, enraptured awe.
And that’s when Aiden took the mic.
His strained, tense voice sang of sweet sorrows washed away. With every line of his beautiful singing, it felt like the end of a terrible night, the rising of a triumphant sun, and the promise of a new day.
It worked perfectly and seamlessly with the artistry the rest of us were pouring into the microphones. But that wasn’t the best part…
When the chorus hit, Dylan thundered into powerful vocals, belting out his soul alongside his brother.
I could see Jeremy proudly applauding. Patrick was watching intently with a stunned look on his face, and Nicole looked like Christmas had come early.
After the chorus, Aiden sang the next verse. But this time, Dylan would slip a few words in here and there, as if contesting him for the song itself. He wasn’t standing in the shadows, he was front and center.
This was by design. But the effect felt incredibly empowering.
The chorus came back strong with double the lines this time for added dramatic effect. The Carpenter Twins brought back the vocal intensity with full force, their voices distinctly different yet blending together wonderfully.
Dylan got a stunning guitar solo for a full minute. While the rest of our instruments faded into the background, playing just to fill the space while he took the audio spotlight, I had the opportunity to watch how he played.
It was magical. I could almost see Dylan disappear into that guitar as he lost himself to the music, even with something as difficult as the solo he’d written for our song.
There was almost a feeling of meditation to it, watching how completely invested into his performance he was.
When it was time, we all brought everything back together for the final chorus. Dylan roared on the guitar as he sang the other vocals, but Aiden took the last note, lifting his voice to hit a long, lingering yarl of notes that carried us through maybe eight seconds of song. We’d been practicing this song for days now and I still found myself enraptured by the way he brought the song home…
And then it was over.