by Lane Hart
“Yeah, well, now I know you actually meant that you wanted me in this pussy,” I say when I add another finger, pumping both of them inside a few times to make room for my cock.
“God, I shouldn’t, but I do,” Tess moans as her eyelids flutter. I capture her mouth and tongue her in the same rhythm as the wet sound of my fingers moving in and out of her.
Tess grabs a rough handful of the back of my hair and moans into my mouth right before her pussy clamps down on my fingers.
“Now, Ben, now,” she whimpers into the side of my neck as her hips seek out my cock.
Chapter 18
Tessa
Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming because there’s no way that I would have begged Ben to take me to my room and fuck me this early in the morning. Nope, I wouldn’t do that.
Not unless he was about to make an enormous mistake and I was still feeling those needy tingles in my panties after another incredible night with Davis.
In a few minutes, when I’m not impaled on Ben’s long cock, maybe I’ll be able to rationalize what I did. Right now, it’s too good to even care. I’m too far gone to stop him, even if I know it’s a horrible idea.
And even if a sleepy-eyed Ford, with his black hair tussled from sleep, appears at the crack in the doorway and watches me make a huge mistake with his bandmate…
I should probably tell Ben he’s standing there, but for some reason, I don’t. In fact, knowing Ford is watching us—no, he’s watching me, his heavy-lidded eyes holding mine from across the room—makes me even wetter, so much so that the slapping sounds of our bodies would be embarrassing if I weren’t so turned on and right on the edge of another orgasm.
Ford and I keep watching each other over Ben’s shoulder, so I see when his hand goes to the front of his black boxer briefs and squeezes his cock.
“Oh, God,” I moan, not just from the sight, but from Ben’s fingers teasing my crease where Clarke took me recently.
He pushes a finger in, making me cry out; since I’m already so full, it just adds more pressure. “You like cock here too, don’t you, you dirty girl?” Ben asks with a nip of his teeth to my ear.
“Yes,” I answer as I watch Ford. Hearing that, he throws his head back and keeps moving his hand on the bulge of his boxers a few more times before he has enough and shoves them down to wrap his fist around his flesh.
“Yesss,” I moan at the sight, knowing Ford is getting off watching his friend and me together. And then, I can’t help but think about the song Ford wrote about fucking someone, fucking me, and I topple over the edge of the world, coming so hard that I nearly pull Ben’s hair out.
“Goddammit, Tessa. Why did you have to fuck me so good, baby?” Ben asks. “How can I last when you’re choking the life out of my cock?”
Picking me up, Ben lays me on my back on the mattress and bucks his hips faster, fucking me harder to try and cross his own finish line. I’m already there and coming up on that last lap yet again.
With Ben’s bigger, heavier body pressing me into the mattress, I can no longer see Ford, but I can still feel his eyes on us while he rubs his hand up and down his shaft. Does he wish he was Ben and that he was inside me instead? Of course he does. He’s been trying to get there since the first night. But he has the potential to crush my heart into a million pieces, so I can’t let him get too close.
“Here it comes, baby,” Ben whispers into my ear before he sits back on his knees, pulling his cock out of me to jerk it and spray his hot release over my stomach and breasts.
“Wow,” I gasp, as my flimsy legs stretch out and I throw my arms over my head in complete bliss.
“Wow,” Ben agrees with a smile from above me before he leans down and brushes his lips softly over mine in gratitude. “This was a great distraction. I can barely remember where I was going.”
“Good,” I say in relief as I thread my fingers through the sides of his hair, glad that my seduction worked. Besides, it wasn’t like it was just one-sided. I enjoyed myself too, even though we had a voyeur.
Lifting my neck to look over Ben’s shoulder toward the doorway, I find it empty, making me think I could’ve imagined Ford. But no, I didn't imagine the way his hair was disheveled and his eyes were heavy with sleepiness and arousal. Ben deserves to know that, right? He may not like having someone watch him in the middle of sex.
That’s why I cave and tell him, “So, um, while we were…”
“Fucking,” he supplies with a grin, still hovering over me.
“Yes, while we were fucking, ah, well, Ford was watching.”
“No shit?” he asks. “I thought he was asleep.”
“Nope, he was definitely up, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh,” Ben mutters before rolling off of me. He flops over next to me, his eyes looking over at the empty doorway before he tilts his head to face me. “Did you want him to join us? If so, you should’ve just said something.”
When my mouth gapes open, Ben chuckles and reaches over with two fingers to close my jaw. “What? You’ve never been with two men before?”
“Um, no,” I reply.
Rolling to his side to prop his head up on his bent elbow, Ben says, “You should try it, especially if you like anal.”
“Oh, my God,” I groan as I cover my reddening face with both hands, unable to believe he said that and unable to stop myself from imagining how incredible it would feel to be sandwiched between two amazing men like Ben and Ford or Ben and Clarke. I have a harder time picturing Davis sharing me with anyone else.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Ben asks when he grabs one of my hands to pry it off my face.
“Maybe,” I admit. “You wouldn’t mind sharing me?”
“Why would I mind if I got to be with you at the same time? That’s all that matters to me. What we did was so good, I definitely want us to do it again. I think seeing you get fucked by Ford would be hot. God knows I need a lot of distractions, now that I’m sober again,” he says with an enormous grin, as one of his fingertips trails along the curve of my breasts and then circles my nipple several times.
“I’m so glad you’re staying sober,” I tell him when I roll to my side to face him. “You’re too good to go down into the gutter because of alcohol.”
“Thanks,” he replies, leaning forward to place a kiss on my nose.
“But I’ll have to get back to you on the threesome idea,” I say. “Especially with Ford.”
“Does that mean you would rather be with Clarke and me instead?” he asks. “Clarke is definitely an ass man.”
Again, my face warms, since I’m acutely aware of just how much he likes my ass.
“Possibly,” I reply. “Let me think about it.”
“Sure, baby,” he says. “Can I just ask why you would consider Clarke but not Ford?”
“It’s complicated,” I tell him without further explanation, hoping he’ll let it go. “Have you had threesomes before?”
“Oh yeah,” he says, without even having to think about it. “The two men kind and the two women kind.”
“Who was the other man?” I ask curiously. Can’t say I’m all that surprised he was with two women at the same time since he is a rock star.
“Ford,” he answers simply, as if it was obvious. “The groupies love him, and a few didn’t mind us sharing.”
“Do the other guys also share?” I ask in surprise.
“Clarke hasn’t before that I know of because he’s too damn shy. And Davis? Highly unlikely, since he would growl at the poor woman and scare her off before things got started.”
“What? He’s not that bad,” I say, playfully slapping his chest with a smile.
“Yeah, he is,” Ben responds. “And we lived together in close quarters for years, so I know that if his demeanor didn’t frighten women away, his giant cock would. That thing could seriously injure someone.”
Unwilling to tell him that I don’t mind Davis’s size, I clear my throat and say, “So, you like to b
e with two women?”
“Not really,” he answers, making me arch an eyebrow in disbelief. “I didn’t! I’ve tried it twice, and while it’s hot as fuck watching two women go at each other, that’s pretty much all there was to it since they enjoyed each other more. My cock could’ve been a dildo, and they would’ve had as much fun, maybe even more since my cock doesn’t vibrate.”
That makes a bark of laughter slip past my lips. The sound is cut off when Ben grabs my face to pull it toward his lips that cover mine. When he pulls back, he says, “Thanks for being with me. Not because I’m in a band or whatever else but because you wanted to help me overcome the craving.”
“You’re welcome,” I say as warmth fills my chest, thanks to his sweet words.
“Now I just have a craving for something else,” he adds, before he pulls me on top of him while we continue to kiss.
Chapter 19
Clarke
It’s been over a week since Tess and I were together, and I can’t stop thinking about her. I assume that’s probably because I’m still staying in my childhood home with my family. You can only play board games and watch television for so long before you get antsy. Especially since I’m always fucking anxious as it is.
At least I haven’t had any panic attacks since the massage, so I haven’t had to use my inhaler. Instead of worrying about putting together our album, I’ve been trying to figure out how to see Tess again.
I haven’t heard from her and don’t want to call her like the desperate pussy I am. While I know she’s staying with Ford and that I have plenty of reasons for dropping in to visit him and Ben, I feel like as soon as I walk through the door, my obsession with Tess will be obvious when I see her. So obvious that my tongue will loll out the side of my mouth and to the floor like one of those cartoon characters.
The thing is, I can’t figure out why I’m making such a big deal out of what we did. I’ve fucked several girls before, all passing flings with groupies that I quickly moved on from. Isn’t that what Tess and I decided that we would be? A fling? Fuck buddies?
I’ve never replayed random flings over and over in my head a million times after they happened. Or jerked off to them several times a day because just thinking about bending Tess over that table has me so worked up I need relief again. The releases I give myself are less satisfying than before I was with Tess. The woman has ruined me with one damn encounter on a massage table.
Picking up my phone, I cave and call Ford’s house.
“Hello?” Ford answers of course, sounding grumpy and sleepy all in that single word.
“Hey, man, were you sleeping?” I ask. It’s almost one o’clock in the afternoon, so I can’t imagine why he would still be in bed.
“Yes,” he grumbles. “I’ve been staying up all day and night writing.”
“No shit?” I ask with a grin, glad to hear that.
“Yeah. I’ll clean it up today, and maybe you can come by tonight and give the shit a look? Let me know if I’m delusional or actually making magic?”
“Sure, sounds good,” I say, happy to have an excuse to see Tess.
But I really don’t want to wait until later. Knowing Ford, he’ll probably go back to bed and sleep until the sun goes down.
That’s why, before we end the call, I ask, “Is Tess around?”
“Tess,” Ford repeats, sounding more awake.
“Yeah, you know, the record label woman staying in your house?” I tease.
He grumbles something I can’t make out before sighing and saying, “You’re a lucky bastard. You better fucking treat her like she’s more than a piece of ass, or I’ll kick yours.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask in confusion. Since when does Ford, the biggest playboy on the planet, start warning me not to use a woman?
“The last time Tess was with you, she came home upset. You made her sad,” he explains, causing the tightening in my chest that signals the start of a panic attack.
“What? Are you just screwing with me because you’re jealous?”
“No, man. She was hurt because she thinks you only want to fuck her and that you don’t give a shit about her.”
“We talked about it, and Tess said she was okay with keeping things casual,” I declare before feeling around in my pants pockets for my inhaler. Putting it between my lips, I take a puff to try and make my breaths come easier.
“Was that before or after you had already made it clear that you didn’t want more?” Ford asks.
Damn. He’s right.
“I honestly thought she was fine with things,” I reply. “Let me talk to her.”
“Don’t fuck shit up with her,” he warns before he huffs and says, “Hold on.”
I hear him yell for Tess and then a moment later, her soft, feminine voice says, “Hello?”
“Hey,” I reply, smiling just at the sound of her voice. God, Ford’s right. I was a dick and I wish I could take back the whole conversation we had after the sex. “It’s Clarke,” I add, since we’ve only spoken once by phone. I should’ve called sooner instead of talking myself out of it.
“Oh, hi, Clarke,” she says, sounding a little upbeat, or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
“Ford wants me to come over tonight and look at what he’s been writing,” I say to start with.
“Okay,” she replies, sounding sort of nervous and not very excited. Still, I persevere rather than hang up and give up like I usually would.
“I’d love to get out of the house now. Want to do something?” I ask her, hoping I didn’t screw things up so badly that she refuses.
“Ah, yeah. Sure,” she says, helping my breathing ease up more than the inhaler. “What did you have in mind?”
And shit, I haven’t thought that far ahead. Since telling her I need her again would be a dick move, only proving what I said at the spa, without thinking, I tell her, “Your choice.”
“Sounds good,” she replies. “Give me a few minutes to get ready, and I’ll come pick you up.”
“Great, Tess. See you soon,” I say.
Before I end the call, she blurts out, “Wear sweatpants or shorts!”
…
Tessa
It had been more than a week since I had seen Clarke before he called. Not that I hadn’t been thinking about him, because I have. Ever since Ben mentioned having a threesome with Clarke, it’s pretty much all I’ve thought about, except for the nights I went to see Davis, and the other nights when Ben is in my bed. I still can’t believe that I’ve slept with three of the guys, or that it’s starting to become a routine with two of them.
For the past four nights, Ben and I don’t even discuss the fact that he’ll be coming to bed with me. And we don’t always have sex. Three of the four nights, we fell asleep cuddling. And Davis, well, we always end up in his bed when I visit, but the time we spend wrapped up in each other’s arms gets a little longer each time before some type of panic takes over and he has to flee. I don’t even take it personally anymore, since I know that he’s making an effort to try and hold me afterward.
Once I’m dressed and ready to go out with Clarke, I pull up the local yoga studios on my phone and find out when a class is scheduled for this afternoon. There’s one at three, so that should work out perfectly. Clarke holds a lot of anxiety and tension inside of him, so hopefully he’ll enjoy our activity, and it’ll relieve some stress.
I’m already thinking of another activity that relieves stress when he answers his front door.
“Hey,” Clarke says with a huge grin on his boyishly handsome face. “Want to come in for a minute?”
“Ah, yeah, sure,” I reply, since we have about half an hour to spare before the class.
“My mom was pissed when I didn’t invite you in and introduce you the other day, so I promised I would today,” he says as he walks through the house, with me trailing along behind him.
He wants me to meet his parents? Holy shit. What am I supposed to say? Hi, Clarke’s mom. I’m
the woman from the record label supervising their new album. Oh, and the woman he bent over a massage table and thoroughly scandalized.
“Mom, Tess is here,” Clarke calls out before we step into a large kitchen, where a middle-aged woman with his same blonde hair that sweeps her shoulders, is in an apron using a spatula to lift cookies from a pan to a plate. It’s like a scene right out of a fifties sitcom.
“Oh, hi there, Tess!” she says when she drops the spatula to come around and hug me. Tight, like a boa constrictor.
“Um, hi.” I barely manage to squeak out those two words before she loosens her grip.
“Thank you for finally bringing my boy home!” she says.
“That wasn’t really me. The band decided…”
“Oh, Clarke told me all about it. You were able to cancel the tour, which is wonderful. I didn’t think I would see him again for months!”
“Mom can’t come to the concerts, but she watches the videos,” Clarke explains.
“He’s right. I have an awful fear of crowds,” his mom tells me, with a wince. “I’ve wanted to see him perform, but the best I could ever do was watch them in Ford’s garage. I’m an awful mother.”
“No, you’re not. Don’t say that,” Clarke chastises her with a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It’s an illness, just like my anxiety, so it’s not your fault.”
“I just hate that I can’t be there,” she tells him, placing her hand over his and giving it a squeeze. “And I’m sorry you inherited my mental health issues.”
“I also inherited your good looks,” he says with a grin, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek that makes her smile.
“At least there’s that,” she agrees. “Now you two kids go out and have fun. Will you be back tonight?’ she asks, making me freeze and look to Clarke. Does she think he may sleep over with me? Jeez, I need to get a grip. It’s not like we’re teenagers. We’re both consenting adults…
“Not sure,” Clarke tells her. “I’m going over to Ford’s later, to work on some songs. That could go late, so I may just crash with him, he has plenty of rooms.”