by Jess Dee
“Yeah, sweet pea?” Luke’s name for her, but he liked it.
She shook her head sensually. “Nothing. Just tasting your name on my lips.”
“Rather taste me on your lips.” He dipped his head and kissed her.
She kissed him back ravenously, sucking on his tongue, running hers against it, groaning rapturously as he thrust into her.
“Mmmm, I taste Luke on your lips.”
“And?” Seth stared into her brown eyes. “How does he taste?”
“Delicious.” She smacked her lips together in appreciation. “Now taste me,” she instructed Seth.
Once again he dipped down to kiss her, but she stopped him by digging her feet into his back. “Taste me on Luke’s lips.”
Seth smiled and turned with expectation to look at the man he loved who lay beside them on the bed. It was only then he realized Kaz’s hand was wrapped around his cock.
Lucky Kaz. He wanted ownership of that cock. “Lucas?”
Luke looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Let me taste her on your lips.”
Luke edged forward, and then Seth was kissing him, or he was kissing Seth. Seth couldn’t really tell. He just knew that as he plunged into Kaz’s hot, tight channel, his mouth was consumed by Luke’s. They shared a kiss hot enough to blow the roof right off this hotel.
“My turn,” Kaz insisted, breaking through Seth’s feverish haze.
With reluctance, Seth released Luke’s mouth, freeing it for Kaz’s pleasure.
And she helped herself gluttonously, licking into Luke’s mouth, inviting his tongue back into her own. And all the time, she stroked her palm over his cock, pumping him and tracing the drops of precome on his cockhead with her thumb.
When the kiss ended, she breathed his name. “Luke.”
“Yeah?”
She looked at him with eyes hazy with lust. “Is that your real name?”
Luke nodded and swayed his hips in time with her hand.
Seth slowed his tempo to their rhythm.
“Here’s what I don’t get.” Kaz furrowed her brow.
Luke kissed the furrows. “What don’t you get?”
“Why you’re lying next to us on the bed, when you could be behind Seth, making love to him, right now.”
A hot chill raced up Seth’s spine, and he lost his beat for a few seconds.
“Because Seth’s making love to you,” Luke explained, “and I don’t wanna interfere with that.”
Kaz shook her head fiercely. “First of all, Seth and I aren’t making love. We’re fucking.” She shot Seth a brief look, asking for his agreement. He nodded, although fucking Kaz was intense and hot and made his balls hard as freaking stone.
“And secondly,” Kaz said on a breathless whisper, “if anyone’s interfering here, it’s me.”
Both Seth and Luke opened their mouths to object, but she shushed them. “It’s true. I’m invading on your time together.” Then she smiled, pulled her pussy muscles tight around Seth’s cock and rolled her hips, making Seth buck violently against her. “But that doesn’t mean I plan on leaving anytime soon. So, Lucas, why don’t you do what you want to do, what Seth wants you to do and what I want to watch you do, and make love to him while he fucks me?”
Seth’s blood ran hot, cold, then hot again. He stilled inside her and grinned. “You know, sweet pea, Luke isn’t one to take suggestions when it comes to sex. He likes to be in control.”
Kaz’s eyes darkened and she moaned out loud. “God, Seth, he will be in control. He’ll hold the reins over both of our pleasure. If he takes your ass while you’re in my pussy, it’ll be like he’s fucking us both at the same time.”
Fu-uck. The thought drove Seth wild. Made him plunge into Kaz repeatedly, with deep, long strokes that made him crazy.
“Lift up your hips, Kaz,” Luke instructed. His expression was fierce, hungry.
Kaz raised her hips off the bed. Seth climbed onto his knees, giving her more room to maneuver, but he didn’t stop fucking her. As Luke placed first one and then two pillows under Kaz’s ass, Seth kept stroking into her. The pillows helped, tilting her hips up and letting him seat himself deeper inside her. It also made him change position, holding his own ass in the air.
Seth smiled with a kind of savage satisfaction. Many times before he’d been on his knees with his ass in the air. Many times Luke had positioned him just so. He knew what was coming, and it sent a fresh rush of blood to his cock.
Luke may have brought Kaz into bed to distance himself from Seth, but there was no way the man could maintain his distance once he began making love to Seth.
Kaz had to slam her mouth shut so she didn’t beg Luke to hurry.
Oh God, he was going to do it. Going to take Seth’s ass while Seth fucked her. His actions were measured, slow and almost intolerable. For Kaz, anyway. Couldn’t he just lose that momentous control and give himself over to the moment? Did he have to take his time rolling the condom onto his glorious cock? Or spreading lube down the length of his shaft with his strong hand?
No, wait, she liked watching him lube up, liked seeing the powerful strokes of his hand over his erection. Almost as much as she enjoyed watching him kneel behind Seth.
The mattress dipped as he took his position, but not as much as her stomach did when he poured another glob of lube on his fingers, showed it to her, and then slid those same fingers right between Jordan’s—er, Seth’s—butt cheeks. He held her gaze the entire time.
Kaz shivered in delight. So did Seth. Or maybe it was more of an ecstatic shudder that vibrated through him.
Seth slowed his thrusts as Luke played with his ass. Kaz couldn’t see what Luke did, but she could feel Seth’s reaction, could see the way his muscles rippled around his shoulders and hear the way his breath changed, slowed, became heavier.
Her breathing changed accordingly, and her pussy filled once again with her juices.
“Luke.” There was wonder in Seth’s tone and just a hint of pleading.
Luke smiled then. Not a smile he shared with her. More a smile of satisfaction. Seth’s reaction was exactly what Luke sought. Luke shifted, straightened his back, and from this angle, Kaz could just see that his fingers were no longer in Seth’s ass, they were wrapped around his shaft as he lined himself up.
Luke pushed once, and Seth gave a carnal groan.
He pushed again, a little harder, and the breath left Seth’s mouth in a soft whoosh.
“Seth…fuck!”
Kaz watched spellbound as Luke sank into Seth. There it was again. The blinding hue of pink madder radiating from both of them. The iridescent pink broadcasting their feelings for each other.
She held her own breath, utterly overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in the room. She’d never been loved the way these men loved each other, never felt passion as feverishly as they did. For long seconds, she soaked up their love, relished it, savored it.
It warmed her very soul to see them together, to know they’d found each other. Seeing them joined like this, Kaz had no doubts. They completed each other. Each made the other whole. It was beautiful. Sacred. It was breathtaking.
Which made the charcoal grey spreading around Luke that much more disturbing. It ripped into Kaz’s heart, shredding it, making his despair hers. What could be so devastating that at a time like this, when he and Seth were closest, depression wrapped its dark mist around him?
Kaz ached for him, ached for his pain. She reached for his hands where they gripped Seth’s hips and placed her own over his, offering him comfort. Offering anything he’d take. His gaze met hers, and for a brief, unguarded moment she saw desolation in his eyes. And love. And determination.
And then he swept his eyelids down, blocking her out, closing himself off to her. His face creased in rapturous pleasure, and Kaz knew he was lost to sensation, lost to the joys of Seth’s body.
Kaz herself had trouble keeping her eyes open. Every time Luke surged into Seth, Seth’s cock plunged deeper into her body.
She’d been right. It was like Luke was fucking both of them, setting the tempo, increasing the urgency, feeding the flames that flared so brightly.
Kaz clasped her hands around Luke’s and around Seth’s hips, and she held on for the ride of her life. As Luke pistoned into Seth, so she snapped her hips up to meet Seth’s thrusts. She’d never been filled quite so fully, never had a cock reach so deep inside her. Her inner walls swelled with blood, making each thrust a caress of exquisite torture.
She was no longer solid or whole. She was made up of millions of particles joined together by nothing more than silken threads of ecstasy. Already her body had indulged in two mind-bending orgasms. Another could not possibly be in reach. But as Seth slammed into her one more time, and his body rose up in undisguised euphoria, Kaz knew she’d misjudged her abilities.
Seth broke, his cock pulsing in her pussy as he came. And came and came. The sensation was maddening, stimulating, heavenly. She could no more prevent the climax that swept over her than she could prevent her next breath. Carried away on a tide of blinding exhilaration, she heard rather than saw Luke finally lose his iron control. His hoarse cry echoed through the room, followed by the heartfelt groaning of one word: Seth.
Long moments later, Luke rolled over and looked at Seth and Kaz. In a low, throaty, voice, he murmured, “I have an idea.”
And that was how, less than twenty-four hours later, Kaz found herself backstage at the first Speed concert in Melbourne. She pinched herself once or twice, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but Luke only laughed at her and told her to sit back and enjoy the show.
It still blew her mind that she’d agreed to Luke’s suggestion, but somehow, when she’d seen the way the carmine glow and the buttercup yellow halo intermingled with his charcoal-grey aura, Kaz knew she’d agree to anything he suggested. That carmine glow—the same glow nature had been sending her way for days—was the sure sign change was coming. The buttercup yellow told her Luke had found a way to effect that change. He had a plan, he was determined to see it through, and somehow, her being in Melbourne was central to that plan.
Although she’d had fears about the cost of joining Seth and Luke in Melbourne, Luke had assured her they’d organized a charter plane, so there would be no flight costs, and he’d hinted accommodation would be no problem either. For privacy reasons, the band had taken over an entire floor in the hotel, so yes, there were rooms to spare—if she wanted her own.
Kaz suppressed a smile. She’d accepted her own room but somehow doubted she’d sleep in it.
As they’d let themselves into Seth’s hotel suite, and Kaz had realized the full implications of her being there, she’d looked at Seth, just a little horrified. “Ohmygawd. Does…does this make me a groupie?”
“Well, let’s see.” Seth had looked at her with a deadpan expression. “You’re a Speed fan, right?”
“Right.” She’d nodded. Daft question. She was a bigger fan now than she’d ever been.
“You’ve slept with me, a band member.” His blue eyes danced with humor.
Blue eyes. Not green. She’d discovered Seth wore contacts when he performed.
“Yes…”
“You’ve slept with Lucas, the band manager.”
“Um, yeah.”
“You’ve followed us from Sydney to Melbourne.”
“Uh, not followed, exactly,” she’d been quick to correct. “I came with you, at Luke’s invitation.”
“You’ve thrown your panties at me while I was onstage.”
“I have not,” she’d gasped on a laugh. “The closest you got to my panties was when you removed them.”
“You did drugs with us both before you seduced us.”
She’d placed her hands on her hips. “I had a sip of champagne before I even met you.” She’d poked her finger in his chest. “And need I remind you, you were the one who kissed me first.”
“And now you’re trying to get into Nathan’s bed. Uh-uh. Don’t deny it. I see the way you’re looking at him.”
“But…but he’s not even in the room.” She’d snorted then. Get into Nathan’s bed? The same man Sophie had confessed to being insanely in love with? Yeah, right.
Seth had nodded seriously. “Definite groupie symptoms, I’m afraid.”
Her sigh had been dramatic. “So, now what? It’s time to track down Zachary so I can have my way with him?”
“If you can track him down. So far, no one’s been very successful with that. But there’s also Delilah and Divine, our back-up singers. You know you have to give them a go too, to really qualify as a groupie.”
She’d tapped her finger on her lips, getting right in with Seth’s teasing. “Well maybe I will,” she’d said. “Maybe I’ll give them both a go, at the same time.” She liked Seth. Very much. The two of them saw eye to eye. They understood each other and definitely had the same sense of humor. Never mind the whole sex thing, given a little time, the two of them could become good friends.
“Or maybe,” Seth had suggested as Luke closed the door, giving the three of them privacy, “you can give Luke and I a go at the same time instead.”
Kaz had regarded him severely, even as her heart had thumped and her pussy filled with liquid heat. “I guess it is my role as a groupie.”
Seth was already unzipping his pants. “You know, as band manager and band member, we also have roles when it comes to groupies,” he’d told her.
Kaz had stepped closer. “And those roles are?”
“To always keep our groupies happy.”
“So, you’ve had a lot of groupies, the two of you?” Unable to resist, she’d wrapped her hand around Seth’s cock the minute he’d freed it.
“Hundreds,” Seth answered. “Maybe even thousands.”
She’d turned to Luke. “Has a groupie ever tried to give both of you a blowjob at the same time?”
Desire had flared in Luke’s eyes. “Not a groupie, no. But I tried once. Failed miserably. Almost gave myself whiplash.” Luke had kicked off his pants.
He’d made his way to meet them in the center of the loungeroom, and Kaz’d slid to her knees and buried her face in Seth’s groin, inhaling his musky scent. Luke had pressed up close to Seth. So close their thighs melded together, and Kaz grasped Luke’s cock in her other hand and held it beside Seth’s, skin to skin.
Then she’d had to pause for a moment, because the sight before her took her breath away. She’d held two erect penises in her hand. Not one in each hand. Two in one hand. She couldn’t have wrapped her palm around both of them, their combined girth was too wide, but then she hadn’t needed to. The instant Seth’s cock touched Luke’s, the two men had ground against each other, providing the friction Kaz couldn’t.
She’d never seen anything as arousing. Her mouth had watered for a taste of both of them. It wasn’t as if the men were gentle. No, they ground with a force that she’d thought would be painful. But from the rapturous sounds escaping them, there’d been no pain involved, only pleasure.
Drops of precome had dampened the tip of Seth’s slightly curved cock—all the invitation she’d needed. She’d lowered her head and licked away the drops. And once she’d licked Seth, she could hardly ignore Luke. When she’d opened her mouth as wide as she could and taken both of their cockheads inside, swirling her tongue around them, the blood had burned like fire in her veins. She’d looked up to find Seth and Luke kissing, their mouths melded, their expressions blissful. She might have felt excluded, had Luke’s hand not found its way to her shoulder and caressed her the entire time, and Seth’s hand not tunneled into her hair, massaging her scalp.
She’d given herself over to the sensuality of the moment, using her mouth when she could, her hands when she couldn’t and simply enjoying the continual heated grind of cock against cock.
Seth had come first—with an erotic growl. Seth always came first, Kaz realized. Luke would not give in to his own release until he’d been assured of Seth’s. Kaz watched as he’d spurted. One, two, thre
e streams of come shooting from his cock and landing on her hand and Luke’s shaft.
Luke had followed moments later, and Kaz caught his release in her mouth. His seed mixed with Seth’s, their combined flavor bursting on her tongue, a little bitter, a little salty, a whole lot delicious.
And when it had ended, neither man had wasted time treating Kaz to a similar delight.
Together, they’d knelt at her feet and tongued her into oblivion. Between the combined feel of a tongue in her slit, a mouth over her clit and the tantalizing sight of two men kissing over her pussy, she’d lasted all of two minutes before reeling over the edge.
Chapter Eight
The muscles in Luke’s neck seized. For the third time since the concert began, Nathan sang off key. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t missed his lead-in to the previous song, forcing the band to play the opening notes again. Or if he hadn’t refused to sing “Loving Eyes”, a ballad that inevitably brought the house down.
Onstage, Seth and Zachary exchanged yet another concerned look, then Seth caught Luke’s eye, and the worry on his face told him he was just as unhappy with his oldest brother as Luke was.
Nathan was off his game because Sophie had disappeared, and he’d been forced to leave Sydney without her. Although both Nathan and Luke had asked Kaz to help them track Sophie down, Kaz had refused, rationalizing that Sophie must have had her reasons for taking off. If she’d wanted to be found, she’d have contacted Nathan herself.
“Luke?” Kaz’s hand found his arm now with a comforting squeeze. She’d obviously sensed there were problems.
“Nathan’s fucking up the concert,” Luke growled and said no more.
Kaz didn’t push him to speak further, which was just as well. He was in no mood for talk. Nor did she move her hand. She left it there, and Luke didn’t try to shove it off. He couldn’t deny he appreciated the warmth that seeped through his arm from her touch.
It wasn’t Nathan’s performance or Kaz’s fierce protection of her friend that had Luke’s gut twisted in a bleeding knot. It was Seth.