by Sadie May
He pulled down my panties in one swift move. Desire shot through me like a drug.
Oh yeah, he was mine. They both were.
I grabbed a chunk of Adam’s hair and pulled his head back. “Clothes. Off. Now.”
James didn’t need to be ordered around, his cock was out and ready to go. He gripped my hips, holding me steady as I rested against the wall, my ass on the railing. With one thrust he shoved it inside me.
Oh fuck, it felt so good. It had been so long since I’d had a cock in me. Too long. And far too long since it had been with two men who got me so turned on.
I managed to keep my sanity long enough to meet his gaze. “Tell me, James, still think I’m a tease?”
He ignored me. Of course he did, he was way too far gone. I turned to Adam. I needed both my men around me, in me, in my mouth.
He was quick to comply, leaning in to kiss me, his tongue tangling with mine as I moaned. My hand slipped down and felt his cock hard against my palm. I stroked him with the same rhythm James fucked me, which matched the strokes of Adam’s tongue in my mouth.
It was magic.
The only thing that could add to my pleasure? Well, it walked right through the door above us. I heard the voices first and smiled against Adam’s mouth. James stilled inside me but not for long. He was too far gone.
Good boy.
Adam tried to straighten too but I pouted up at him. “Let them come. Let them watch.”
Both men stared at me so I whispered, “It makes me hot.”
Adam looked to James. “You heard the woman.”
I rewarded Adam with a smile. “You’re up next, lover. I’ve been dying to taste that cock of yours since the first time I saw you perform.”
I felt his cock swell in my grip. Jesus, he was huge.
Our visitors appeared then. I didn’t know who they were and I didn’t care. They paused at the top of the stairs, clearly shocked by what they saw. But they didn’t run away and they didn’t call out to us.
Whoever they were they were probably getting off on the sight of us.
It seriously didn’t get any better than that. With James’s next thrust, I came so hard I shrieked, the sound echoing off the walls around me.
Chapter Four
Adam carried me the rest of the way down the steps to the green room. He was the only one of the three of us who hadn’t come yet and he looked desperate for it…for me.
Shit, I could get used to this kind of attention. The way these two were looking at me as I slipped off my top and shimmied out of my skirt…it was hot. More than that, it made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t felt in far too long.
Careful, a little voice warned. This feeling was heady like a drug. Addictive, even. But it was also the kind of feeling that led to others. I’d seen it happen often enough—first it was just attraction, then came neediness where a girl longed for a guy’s company and not just in bed. After that it was a quick spiral into a crush or, heaven forbid, something even more serious.
No way. Not for me. This was a one and done deal. Wham bam, thank you ma’am.
That little voice of warning was thoroughly silenced as Adam came toward me. He’d lost the last of his clothes, apparently not caring that we were still in a public space. Anyone of the crew or band members could walk in on us at any point.
By the dazed look of lust in Adam’s eyes, I was pretty sure he was far too gone to care. James stepped back letting Adam have his turn. He also didn’t seem to care about our location, or maybe he got off on the idea of being caught just as much as I did. I’d felt the way he’d come apart when we were watched, and I couldn’t wait to feel it again.
But fist thing’s first. I licked my lips as Adam reached my side, pulling my naked body up against his. Finally. After all these months of lusting at him from afar, I was finally going to get a taste.
“How do you want me?” I asked. It came out breathy and coy, not what I was going for but I couldn’t help it—I was still star struck and couldn’t fully believe my luck.
His arms were around my waist, holding me tight, his face buried in my neck as he nibbled at the spot beneath my ear that made my knees go weak. When one of his hands slipped down, squeezing my ass, I pressed closer against him. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. But then his hand moved down lower, parting my ass cheeks to slip a finger into my wet pussy.
His voice was low and gruff in my ear. “On your back.” In one fluid motion he moved an arm under my legs and swept me into his arms before depositing me onto the old couch that James had cleared off for us.
When he straightened to look down at me, lying there naked and waiting for him, I gave him my most seductive smile and spread my legs wide. “Come and get it, babe.”
His answering growl gave me goosebumps as he lunged toward me, his mouth capturing mine as he positioned his hips over mine and shoved his cock into me hard and fast. Oh sweet Jesus, he was even better than I’d imagined. He was harder, thicker, more ferocious. He pounded my pussy at a merciless pace until I was gasping for air. That familiar tension was building fast and I knew Adam wouldn’t last long. But James….
I looked over to see him watching right beside us, his gaze dark with desire and his cock standing at attention. He was ready again and there was no reason for him to wait. This was what I’d wanted. Both of them in me at once. “Come here,” I ordered.
He took a step closer but not close enough.
“I want to taste you,” I said. I wasn’t lying, his cock was there, hard and in my face. I wanted nothing more than to take him into my mouth while Adam was fucking my pussy.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping my hair, he slid his hard length between my lips. I heard Adam’s moan as he watched me suck on his friend. I hadn’t thought his cock could get any bigger inside me but the sight of me giving James a blowjob made him harden as he picked up his tempo, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me.
My mind went blessedly blank as my body reveled in this new bliss. I was at their mercy, my mouth and pussy filled. Oh God, I was so full and I didn’t want it to end.
Adam slipped a hand between us and rubbed my clit as he thrust one last time. I was lost, barreling over the edge of reason. Part of me was desperate for the release but part of me wanted it to go on forever.
But I couldn’t stop the orgasm—I was slayed by it, my body wracked and spent by the rush of joy.
My men came right after me, filling me up with cum before collapsing alongside me on the couch. James made me shift so I was sprawled in his lap and Adam managed to squeeze in next to me so my back was pressed against his chest.
He kissed my neck. “That was amazing.”
I smiled contentedly, reveling in the buzz. When James ran a hand through my hair I nearly purred like a kitten.
When was the last time I’d been so satiated or so content? I couldn’t remember. Too long, I decided. This was exactly what I’d needed.
And I couldn’t wait to do it again.
I stiffened. Alarm bells started ringing in the back of my mind.
Adam must have felt me stiffen because he raised himself up onto one elbow. “What is it, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart? No. Oh no no no. I scrambled up into a sitting position—why the hell had I let them cuddle me?
“Where are you going?” James asked. I made the mistake of looking at him. He was sitting there, sprawled out and freakin’ adorable in that scruffy way I loved.
“You don’t have to rush off,” Adam said. I turned partly around to face him and nearly wept. This was God’s gift to woman, the sexiest lead singer of the hottest band in town…and he was asking me to stay.
Shit, I was in so much trouble. That needy desire to stay and cuddle some more might as well have been a red flag waving wildly in my face. Not to mention all the insidious thoughts that had flashed through my mind as they’d fucked me.
Had I really thought of them as my men? There was no doubt I’d been wishing I could do this again. Hel
l, I’d been in the middle of a good fuck and had been already craving more.
These men were dangerous.
I stood up quickly and hastily pulled on my clothes. I didn’t see my panties but I didn’t even care. A new pair of panties I could buy, but my sanity was another matter. I had to get out there and I had to do it right away before I caved to the temptation to stay and snuggle.
I distantly heard their protests as they watched me dress but I tuned them out. This had just been a means to an end. A way to get my mojo back. A fun adventure to kill this case of the doldrums.
I was nearly out the door when Adam’s hand on my arm stopped me. His grip wasn’t firm but the electricity that zinged through me at the skin-to-skin contact had me frozen in place for a moment. It was one moment too long.
Adam tilted my chin up so I was forced to face him. He looked sexy as hell….and confused. “What’s going on? I thought we were having a good time.” He glanced back at James and then to me. “Was it something we said? Did we move to fast?”
I choked on a laugh. Had they moved to fast? Hell no. They’d done exactly what I’d wanted, given me the lay I’d been needing. I opened my mouth to say just that but the words wouldn’t come out. Dammit, for a lead singer everyone lusted after, this guy was unbelievably sweet. The look he was giving me would have put a puppy dog to shame.
I turned to face James instead—cocky, smug James. Sure enough, he was watching me with a little smirk. He knew exactly what I was up to and why I couldn’t stay.
“Don’t push her, man,” he said to Adam. “Can’t you see she’s running scared?”
My inhale was loud in the otherwise quiet room. I sputtered a bit as I tried to come up with a good retort but my righteous indignation just seemed to make him that much more amused. Finally, I managed to say, “I’m not scared.”
Great comeback, I know.
He laughed. Laughed! “Of course you are.” He shook his head in obvious disappointment. “I had it right from the start. You are a tease, just not with sex.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, anger and confusion making me feel all turned around. “What the hell does that mean?”
Adam stepped in between us. Oh dear Lord, he’d never put his clothes back on so I was forced to stand there, inches away from my sexy rock god and keep my hands to myself.
I clenched them into fists to keep from reaching out to stroke those hard chest muscles and those abs. Holy shit, those abs….
If I’d been wearing panties they would have melted off when he reached out to stroke my cheek. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked. “Why won’t you stick around and let us get to know you better?”
I was speechless. Utterly stunned in the face of this man’s gentleness. Gone was the larger than life rock star and in his place was this epically gorgeous, warmhearted teddy bear. Oh hell, what had I gotten myself into?
I had a million flippant, sarcastic remarks on the tip of my tongue but none of them would come out. It would have been like telling a kid Santa didn’t exist. “I’ve, um…I’ve got to run,” I said instead. Shit, my voice was all weak and breathy.
“She got what she came for.” James’s voice came from behind his friend. “Let her go, man, she’s not interested in what you’ve got to give.”
Ouch. That stung. He made me out to be the bitch here just because I didn’t want to cuddle? I moved around Adam so I could face him. His expression was snarky but his eyes told another story.
Shit, he looked hurt.
Goddammit. How had I found the only two men on the planet who didn’t want a one-night-stand? Wasn’t that every guy’s dream?
To James, I said, “You’re such a fucking hypocrite. Don’t give me this guilt trip shit.”
His eyebrows came up in surprise. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shook my head. “Earlier you were giving me a hard time because you thought I wouldn’t put out and now you’re all bent out of shape because I did fuck you but I don’t want to get all warm and fuzzy?” I turned toward the door, not risking another look at Adam. I didn’t know if I could remain firm in the face of his unbearably tender gaze.
I heard James mutter, “Whatever” behind me before turning his attention back to his friend. “Let her go, man. She’s not for us.”
Chapter Five
Those parting words stuck with me long after I’d left the club. Even after I snuck back into the sorority house and was lying in my own bed, I kept hearing James’s voice. Let her go. She’s not for us.
He was right. I wasn’t for them. I wasn’t girlfriend material and that was clearly what they were looking for. At least, it seemed to be what Adam was looking for. As for James, who the hell knew. I had a feeling he didn’t even know himself. He might have been hot but he was clearly messed up. He reeked of bitterness, and that wasn’t my problem.
Still, much as I tried to tell myself that, my brain wouldn’t let it go. It ping-ponged back and forth between Adam’s hurt expression and the pain in James’s eyes. Shit, I’d had such an amazing fuck. I should have just been wallowing in that, not agonizing over their baggage.
We had a house meeting the next day and apparently my obsession wasn’t too subtle. Missy cornered me after the meeting. “Okay, spill.”
The room was still filled with our housemates who were chatting and gossiping around us. I played dumb. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Missy was not having it. She raised one eyebrow in disbelief before grabbing me by my arm and hauling me out of the room toward the stairway. Once we were back in my room, the little tyrant finally unhanded me. “God, Missy, you’re really strong for such a tiny little thing.”
She shrugged. “It’s the pilates.” Pointing a finger in my face, she said, “Don’t try to distract me. What happened last night?”
A barrage of images flooded my brain—James fucking me in the stairwell as Adam sucked on my tits, Adam taking me on the couch while I sucked his friend’s cock, then finally the look on their faces as I walked away.
Missy was watching me but I honestly didn’t know where to begin. She sighed with impatience. “Did you find a guy to fuck?”
Boy, did I. Nodding, I held up two fingers.
Her head fell back with a laugh before she swatted my ass like a coach. “Way to go, stud.”
I found myself laughing despite my earlier angst. “Actually, it was pretty amazing….” I filled her in on my sexy bartender and the hottie rock star who I’d been lusting after for months. Missy was a rapt audience, sitting on the edge of my bed and watching me with wide eyes as I told her about my sexy dancing and the way I’d had my way with them in public.
“Ugh, girl, you were living my fantasy, you know that right?” Missy groaned and fell back on my bed.
“Fuck two guys at once?” I teased. “You do that every week at our parties.”
She gave me a mock glare but I kept going. “Screw a guy in public? Now I know you’ve done that plenty of times, you little slut.”
She laughed at that one—she knew I was right. “No, you idiot. I’ve always wanted to fuck a rock star.” She sat up in bed to better face me. “Was it as hot as you’d thought it would be?”
I couldn’t hold back my sigh. “Hotter.”
She shook her head. “You are such a lucky bitch.”
Was I? Once again I found myself thinking of the way they’d looked at me afterward. Like I’d disappointed them. Something of what I was feeling must have shown on my face because Missy’s smile faded. “Seriously, what’s up with you? You’ve been moping around all day and now I know it’s not because you didn’t get laid. What’s going on with you?”
When I laid it all out for her, Missy was staring at me like I’d sprouted horns. “Are you serious? That’s your issue. Two hotties want more than just sex and you think it’s a bad thing?”
She reached out and placed a hand on my forehead as if checking for a fever. “Girl, are you feeling okay?”
I s
watted her hand away. “Missy, you know I don’t do relationships.”
My friend gave a long, exasperated sigh. “I know that, I just don’t get why.”
I refused to get into it again. I’d spelled out my reasons enough times, it wasn’t that she didn’t get it, she just didn’t agree. But I knew I was right. Anything more than sex meant handing over control. It meant losing yourself to someone else and giving them all the power. I’d watched it happen growing up with my mom and older sister and all the men they dated and I’d always known I’d do anything to avoid it.
Hell no, that wasn’t for me. I liked being in control of my life and my emotions. I always had been and always would be.
But the very fact that I was standing here bitching and moaning to Missy was clear proof that for whatever reason, these two guys had gotten to me.
Shit.
“Okay, I need a game plan,” I said. “I need to come up with a way to get over them and get them out of my head.”
Missy’s face brightened. “We have a party downstairs tomorrow night. You know what they say…the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” She wagged her eyebrows at me and I burst out with a laugh. Maybe she had a point. Maybe it was time to get busy with some blissfully random and generic guys to cleanse the palate.
The idea of fucking anyone else wasn’t really appealing—to be honest, I was craving round two with my hotties from the night before—but that was exactly why I had to do it. It was time to forget all about my men.
No, not my men. God, I needed help and I needed it fast. Anything to help me move on from them and make Adam and James a thing of the past.
Alison’s voice called from downstairs. “Morgan, you’ve got visitors.”
“Coming!” As I headed down the stairs, I found myself feeling better. At least I had a plan. I’d meet some new guys and forget all about—
Oh shit.