“How about we lose this?” Giovanni held Crystal against his chest while he unbuttoned her top. “It’s much easier when you’re naked.”
Tommy watched with a smile as Giovanni stripped Crystal bare. His cock twitched while his eyes raked over her body. “Just like we planned?” An eyebrow cocked, he wanted to be sure.
“Yep,” Giovanni spun Crystal and kissed her lips with a hand in her hair, holding it up. “Ready or not, here we come.”
Crystal almost laughed, but didn’t want to ruin the moment. “Always ready,” she murmured. Tommy’s lips brushed the back of her neck. “Shit.” Already she was putty in their capable hands.
Letting his tongue run up her ear, Tommy opened his pants. He wanted to feel her skin. When he had freed his cock and started rubbing it on her ass cheek, his hands latched onto her waist. His eyes closed as she moaned softly. Giovanni was already fingering her. Tommy slid his hands up and cupped her breasts. Every time he pinched her nipples, she gasped and leaned her head back.
Giovanni’s dick was so hard, it was trying to bust out of his pants. He reached deep inside Crystal and listened to her moans get louder. She spread her legs more and ground on him, begging to be fucked. He felt Tommy’s hands working her breasts and knew it wouldn’t be long before she begged for one of them, or both.
Crystal couldn’t focus at all. Feeling, though—that was easy. Everything felt good. Then she felt a tongue at her back door. She shuddered with anticipation. They were driving her out of her mind. A mouth latched onto her right nipple, and she cried out, overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm.
Tommy was on his knees, lapping at her ass and pussy as best he could. Then Giovanni got down and sucked on her clit. Not wanting their lips or tongues to touch, Tommy was careful. When Giovanni pushed his fingers into her pussy again, he went back to teasing her ass. She didn’t tense or squirm like usual. He was glad they made progress at least.
“I gotta fuck her,” Giovanni mumbled. He got to his feet and urged Tommy to move with a wave. Then he backed Crystal up to the wall. “Waited all day for this.” He tore his button-fly open and quickly rolled on a condom. “Can’t wait no more.” He lifted her up by her ass and impaled her fully in one stroke. “Ah, fuck.”
Tommy watched both their bodies shudder. Giovanni’s hips rocked against her again and she cried out. He toyed with his own cock, wishing there had been room for the double penetration they had planned.
After several more thrusts, Giovanni set Crystal down. “Your turn.” He was panting and sweaty.
“You came already?” Tommy didn’t think he missed that.
Shaking his head, Giovanni tried to catch his breath. “Need to last. Fuck her.”
Tommy didn’t hesitate to pull a condom from his pocket and sheath himself. “My pleasure…” He positioned himself in front of Crystal and lifted her right leg onto his left hip. “And yours.” He pressed his lips against hers and rammed his cock in her to the hilt. “Told ya.” He groaned, wanting to stay buried in her for hours. Withdrawing and driving back in, he held her close. “Missed my dick?”
Crystal couldn’t talk, but nodded. He slammed into her again and she gripped his arms. Pussy tightening, womb contracting, she shouted, “Oh God!” The tag team foreplay had her insane with need. Almost anything they did to her at that point would cause an orgasm.
Giovanni stood by while Tommy drilled into her for a bit longer, then tapped his shoulder. “My turn again.”
Tommy pulled out and stepped back again. The effortless way Giovanni hauled Crystal up was mind-boggling. He could do it, but it took a bit of control and strain. Then when he thrust into her again, he did it with such force, she cringed. He obviously didn’t know his own strength.
One more look of pain on Crystal’s face, and Tommy spoke up. “Giovanni, too rough. It’s hurting her.”
His hips frozen, Giovanni met her eyes. “I’m hurting you?”
“A little.” She hated reminding him how rough he could get without realizing it. “Just not so hard, OK?”
Giovanni nodded, “Sorry, my love. I got too excited.”
She moved a hand from his shoulder to his face. “I know. Relax and enjoy it.”
“Yeah.” His sly grin told her he certainly would. “Ending’ll be hot.”
Tommy knew his idea and hoped Crystal went for it. He didn’t have to wait idly by for long. They switched again. He sank into Crystal once more, eyes closed, her leg wrapped around his hip again.
Giovanni pulled out his phone. “Can I take pictures now?”
“Yeah, but not the face,” Tommy reiterated.
Giovanni held the phone between their bodies. Then he waited until Tommy withdrew almost completely before snapping a photo. “Nice.” He switched to video. “Fuck her harder.”
Tommy obliged and she squeezed his dick tightly. “Aw, yeah… Damn, babe.” He could feel a bit of fluid and was glad he was in black. Pounding her harder and harder, he clutched her thigh. “I’m about to cum.”
“Pull out,” Giovanni shouted. Then he stripped his condom and stroked his cock vigorously. “Crystal… Crystal… Get on your knees.”
She gave him a confused look. “Why?”
“I wanna cum in your mouth.” Giovanni’s head went back. “Shit. Hurry up.”
Tommy pulled his condom off while she did as she was told. He smiled when she put a hand on each of their thighs, like she knew what was in store. As soon as Giovanni slid his erection past her lips, he leaned forward.
“Open up again,” Giovanni demanded, softly.
Unsure, Crystal complied. Then her eyes opened wide as Tommy offered his dick to her as well. Slowly, her mouth closed, but it was so full it was uncomfortable. Her eyes closed as they plunged in deeper. She couldn’t keep it up for long.
“Make it fast,” Giovanni said to Tommy. “She looks like it hurts.” His hand smoothed her hair back. “I just wanna see this.” Her eyes met his, pleading. “She can’t take it. Once sec.” He grabbed his phone again and took a few pictures. “OK. Jerk off with me, so she can swallow us both.”
Tommy pulled out and watched Crystal’s pouty lips as she worked her jaw, obviously a little sore. After a few seconds, she started lapping at the pre-cum dripping from them both. Then she leaned forward and sucked Giovanni’s dick into her mouth, while he stroked it. After a bit, she pulled back and switched to his.
Sucking hard, Crystal wished she could handle both of them in her mouth at once. It would be interesting, if not painful. She clung to their thighs as Tommy urged her to take more of his shaft with a hand. When he let go of his cock, she engulfed him completely, rubbing the head against the back of her throat and moaning.
“Fuuuck,” Tommy groaned as her suction deepened. “God, so close.”
Giovanni lifted her chin. “Come back here.”
She switched again, sucking on her man’s dick like she couldn’t get enough. Tommy ran his hand up and down his own shaft, turned on by the scene. His balls were ready to let go, and his belly tightened.
“Fuck, so close. Damn it!”
Giovanni’s eyes glazed over for a few seconds, and then he shouted, “Now, now!” He pulled back until only the head remained in her mouth.
Tommy pushed just the tip into her mouth and cried out as he flooded her mouth. Strangely, he felt Giovanni’s cock pulse at the same time. Semen dripped down her chin and onto her thighs. Giovanni took several more pictures, capturing one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.
“Wow,” Giovanni exclaimed when he had withdrawn from her mouth again. “Looked as good as it felt.” He put a hand out to Crystal and helped her up. Then he tugged her close. “Love you so much.” He was glad she opened him up to new possibilities.
Tommy tucked his cock away and smiled at the pair. They were a good couple: raunchy, insatiable and happy. “I’m gonna go out first, so no one suspects.”
“Sure. See you later.” Giovanni didn’t turn; he just nodded and held his girlfriend close.
Chapter Thirty One
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Dean whined as he and Dominic walked off the bus.
Dominic sighed. “Shut up for five seconds.”
They had arrived at the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, where they were playing with Wicked End and a few other bands, including Winter Winds. It had been almost two weeks since Boston. It wasn’t the last show they planned to do that year, but an unexpected one. Everyone had changed their plans for that Saturday night.
Jon had gotten a call early that morning from Jake of Wicked End. Hell Hounds’ singer, Dustin, was so sick, he couldn’t sing. Wicked End was headlining the festival, so they didn’t want to leave the fans short. How could they say no, since it was so close? It wasn’t easy, though. The whole crew wasn’t available and they had to scramble to be ready in time.
Dean was not happy to possibly meet up with Brandon. “Why the fuck’d we agree to this?”
Dominic rolled his eyes. “Because Dustin can’t sing. Do you gotta be such a dick all the time?” He was sick of Dean’s increasing need to make everyone around him miserable.
“Yeah, shut up, Dean.” Sam hopped down the steps. He and Vince had a bunk on the band’s bus, along with Crazy Mike and Mike P. The rest of the crew shared the second bus. He started walking towards the truck, parked next to them, but shouted to Dean, “I like hanging out with Wicked End’s crew. Go say hi to the screaming girls over there.” He pointed at the group of mostly scantily-clad women beyond the barriers.
Dean grinned at the multiple bottle blondes, his favorite. “I just might grab me one of them to kill the boredom.” He winked at Tommy who had just appeared. “Let’s go get us some pussy to start the day off right.”
Tommy’s eyebrows rose. “Just what I was thinking.”
Not understanding their insatiable libidos, Dominic watched the pair talk to several girls. He had never been that way. If girls came to him, fine, but he never went after them. He shrugged and walked towards the venue’s rear entrance to see if there was a large enough couch for a short nap. Tommy, Dean or both would commandeer the bedroom, so sleeping there was pointless. He didn’t get much sleep the night before. All he could think of was Noelle, and how he missed her. She had texted him that they were running late. He hoped they hurried.
“So… You here to see us play?” Tommy asked a dark-haired beauty.
She blushed. “Yes. But I couldn’t get a ticket.” Her lips turned down. “I wish I’d known you’d be here.”
Normally, that would turn Tommy on, but he wanted a challenge. “Maybe Dean has a spare ticket. I don’t have any more.” It was not exactly a lie. He could get any chick in to see their set. “How about I sign your tits?” She squealed and lifted her shirt, exposing her bare breasts.
After he wrote his name on her chest, he looked down the line and didn’t see one girl who fit his new type. They were all screaming fans. He wanted someone who would talk to him also, about music, about life, anything. He slowly walked to the end and spied a girl leaning against a car with her arms folded.
“Hey,” he called to her. “Don’t you want an autograph?”
She looked up and rolled her eyes. “No, thanks.” Then she scanned the crowd. “Becky, let’s go.”
Tommy wished he had the time to talk her into it, but he didn’t. She would most definitely be a challenge. He looked over the women again and found his second choice, a cute redhead wearing a bikini top and short shorts.
“Come on, babe.” He helped her over the barrier. “Let’s go hang out on the bus.” He winked and turned to Dean.
As usual, Dean was checking out every pair of tits he could. He liked big ones. He didn’t look at faces for more than a few seconds. That didn’t matter. He just wanted sex. The pill he had popped 30 minutes before started to kick in. He needed to hurry before his judgment started to fade. Without a word, he tossed a short blonde over his shoulder and followed Tommy back to the bus.
“Shouldn’t be anyone in the back,” Tommy mentioned as the four of them walked through the deserted bus. He opened the bedroom door. “See. Lots of privacy.” Closing the door behind the group, he was glad to see the bed was made.
The blonde sat on the bed and waited, while the redhead stood next to her.
“So, who’s getting naked first?” Dean folded his arms over his chest.
Tommy leaned against the door. “Come on, girls. Show us what you got.”
The women knew if they were going to the bus, blowjobs (at the minimum) were expected. The smaller of the two whispered in the other’s ear. Seconds later, they were on their knees.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Tommy grinned as his redhead opened his pants. “Maybe we can switch after a while.”
He winked at Dean. They did that sometimes. He pulled out a foil packet and looked down. His girl had pulled his erection out. She looked up at him as he rolled the condom on.
“It’s chocolate-flavored.”
That earned him a grin. When he was done, she licked him tentatively. With a shrug, she grasped the base of his shaft. Seemed it didn’t taste too bad. Then he groaned as she sucked his dick deep inside her mouth.
“That’s good, babe.”
Dean looked down to see fear on his choice’s face. She had freed his massive erection and stared at it, terrified. “It goes in your mouth, bitch. Let’s go.” He already had a condom in place.
She glanced up at him. “It’s too big. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” Dean grabbed her face and pulled it to his crotch.
Tommy petted his girl on the head. “You wanna switch now?” She met his gaze, then settled her eyes on Dean’s dick.
“Hell, yeah.”
Her grin made Tommy a bit jealous. He hated when girls saw Dean, and then looked twice at his cock. Well, Dean’s was impressive, but they had no idea that Tommy was better at providing pleasure. He smiled again when the smaller girl was on her knees before him, happily swallowing his entire shaft.
“Fuck!” Tommy’s head went back, when she rubbed the head over the back of her throat.
On the other hand, Dean was growling, fucking the redhead’s face. She seemed to like it, though. Constant moaning was the proof. He was enjoying the feel of her throat, but the willingness was starting to turn him off. He pulled out.
“Get your fucking clothes off,” Dean shouted. “I want your pussy now.”
She excitedly stripped and stood before him. “Can I ride you?” She was slightly worried his size would be an issue.
“No.” Dean gripped his wide erection. He grinned, knowing she was nervous. “Get on your belly, hands over your head, legs open.” His tone was more than commanding, daring her to say no.
Tommy glanced over just as Dean got to his knees between her legs. He turned back to the girl blowing him and brushed her hair back with his fingers. She was deep throating him again. He groaned in pleasure, but was distracted by Dean’s odd behavior. Forcing himself to forget Dean, he closed his eyes.
“Mmm, yeah, babe, just like that.” Tommy grabbed a handful of her hair and moaned loudly. She knew just what he liked somehow. “Play with my balls.” When she reached into his boxers, he sighed. “That’s it.
Dean was on top of the taller girl, holding her down. He smirked when she tightened up and tried to struggle. He had covered her mouth in anticipation of her protests. The Xanax he had taken made him a bit more aggressive than the last time he’d had one. He shoved his cock into her hard, feeling almost invincible.
Tommy heard something. His eyes followed the sound. It was the girl on the bed thrashing
and trying to free her mouth. He could see the pain in her eyes. “Dean, she’s fucking screaming, stop!” He pushed the girl in front of him away and grabbed Dean. “Hey! Get off her.” When he forced Dean to move his hand, a shrill shriek came from the redhead. “What the fuck’re you doing?”
Dean pulled out and glared at Tommy. “When’d you become a downer?” He stood and closed his pants. “I’m outta here.” He was gone in seconds.
The scene made Tommy wonder if Dean was back on cocaine again. He had been acting stranger and stranger. “You OK?” He put a hand out to the blonde and helped her off the bed. She nodded as she dressed, tears falling. He turned to the other girl. “You can go too, if you want.”
“What’s up with Dean?” Jon’s booming voice echoed throughout the bus.
Tommy tossed the condom, tucked his cock away and opened the door a bit. Jon was walking down the hall. Tommy took a deep breath. “We need to test him, now.”
“I promised him I wouldn’t.” Jon folded his arms over his broad chest. “We gotta prove it first.” He looked at the girls, who were hugging. “He do something stupid yet again?”
With a shake of his head, Tommy replied, “He was fuckin’ her so hard she was screaming. His eyes were all glazed over like they used to be. That’s enough proof for me.”
“But he’s not acting like he did back then.” Jon frowned. “If he’s on something, maybe it’s something different.”
Tommy put an arm around the taller girl. “Come on, I’ll get you a cab home.” He pulled a few twenties out of his pocket. “If you wanna come back to see us play, here’s cab fare back, too.” When he had her safely outside, he turned to Jon who had followed. “If you seen his face, you’d understand. Get someone here before it wears off.”
Jon frowned. “It’ll stay in his system a few days most likely.” He looked at the redhead crying and knew things were getting bad again. “I’ll make some calls.”
Tommy searched the lot and found Dean walking towards the building. Then he froze. Tommy followed his line of sight. Wicked End’s bus? Why would that spook Dean? Suddenly he was running back to their bus.
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