by Maxene Novak
Those four words hit with the impact of a bomb, leaving the bus full of a weighted silence.
Had I really just said that out loud?
Shane didn’t move, frozen probably by shock.
Oh God. Now he knew the truth. The so-called Princess of Pop was secretly a raging slut. Or at least was tempted to become one whenever these two were around.
“Both of us? Here? Now?” Shane’s voice was gritty with disbelief.
I held my breath, unable to look up at Shane now, staring at his chest as heat flooded my face.
I was an idiot. I couldn’t believe I’d just admitted so much out loud. Weeks’ worth of fantasies about Shane, about Jessie, heated frenzied dreams about the both of them with me at the same time, had just come out in the open.
I’d just given these two the power to crush me. All they had to do was laugh and walk out.
Oh God. I was such an idiot.
I tried to step away from Shane, a different kind of panic filling me now, desperate to crawl into a hole somewhere and hide until this tour was over.
But Shane’s right hand tightened on my waist just enough to hold me there, even as his left hand rose up to touch an index finger to the underside of my chin, nudging me to look up at him again.
I was absolutely terrified to look him in the eye, scared of what I’d find.
His gray-green eyes searched mine, and I silently begged him to be kind. Now that I knew he had kindness within him, I needed all the mercy he could spare me. He could let me down. Just as long as he did it gently, I might still recover.
His gaze flicked over to Jessie, held for a minute, then returned to mine.
“Are you sure?” Shane whispered, and we were close enough that I could feel his warm breath against my tingling lips.
Was I sure?
I wasn’t sure about nearly anything anymore…my career, my body, my ability to do even half the things I had taken completely for granted before becoming sick. Half the time, I wasn’t even sure I could make it through another day of agonizing pain.
But one thing I was absolutely sure of…I wanted him to stay. And Jessie.
I needed them both. And to hell with whatever that made me.
I closed my eyes, drew in a deep, ragged breath, and nodded.
And in the next second, Shane’s lips were on mine, hungry and devouring, his teeth lightly tugging at my lower lip in a way that made pure need shoot down through my body and my hips instinctively press harder against him. I could feel him getting harder against my belly through our clothes, and a hollow ache formed within me that I knew only he and Jessie could fill.
Shane began walking me backwards, never stopping our feverish kissing. I heard the ends of the couches being shoved back into place, and I blindly reached out and back for Jessie.
A strong hand took mine, guiding us back through the RV till we were in the bedroom.
“Lights,” I gasped against Shane’s lips, needing the cloak of darkness so I wouldn’t feel quite so exposed.
“I want to see you,” Shane muttered against my lips as Jessie swept my loose hair away from the side of my neck so he could press his own hot, damp kisses on my skin there. I reached back and up, sinking my fingers into Jessie’s hair, grabbing handfuls to pull him down closer, needing more and more and more of them. The more I felt their hands caressing my body—weaving their magic on my skin and knotted muscles, transforming my body from a battleground and personal, hellish prison into their playground—the more I needed their touches.
“No lights,” I mumbled back as Shane began to rain kisses over my face. “Next time you can have them on.”
“Mmm, next time,” Jessie murmured against that spot where my neck and shoulder met, making me shiver. “Already thinking of next time, are you?”
“Only because we haven’t worn her out from the first time yet,” Shane growled, dropping to his knees as he unzipped my hoodie, his lips following its path down between my breasts. He looked up at me, and I cupped his cheek, stroking the pad of my thumb over the rough whiskers forming there along his hard jawline. I couldn’t understand the look within his eyes, wasn’t sure I wanted to understand it just yet.
More, my body cried out.
Jessie took away all the heat from my back as he left for a few seconds, and I whimpered at the loss until all the lights in the bus went out. There was a thud, the crashing of a bowl of popcorn raining kernels onto the floor, and a muttered curse. Then the kitchen’s under cabinet lighting turned on, and Jessie quickly returned with a slight limp.
I smiled in the sheltering darkness, sighing as more tension melted from my body.
Jessie quickly unhooked my bra, and Shane moved away just enough for it to fall from my body. Then Shane’s hot mouth closed over my right nipple, and my hips instantly bucked. Oh God. The one upside to the lupus lighting up all my nerve endings was that I seemed to be a hundred times more sensitive. Or maybe my body was just wired to respond to these men differently. Because what had seemed almost mechanical and borderline clinical with the few previous lovers I’d had felt completely different now. Every kiss Jessie placed over my bare shoulders, down my spine, over my right hip, seemed to further ignite the heat within me. Nerves that had just been screaming out in pain began to hum with pleasure, my senses were almost too acutely heightened, my mind splintering in the effort to focus on four hands and two mouths as they caressed and gently kneaded, cupped and remolded me into someone new.
Someone’s hands slid up the outsides of my thighs, their thumbs hooking into the elastic waistband of my pants before dragging them down my body. Other hands appeared at my hips, keeping me balanced as I stepped out of the clothing.
Then Shane’s head bent at the juncture of my thighs, his nose nuzzling at the short nest of hair there, and I froze. Oh God. I’d forgotten about that. Now that my nerve endings were constantly pissed off, I could no longer stand to get the usual wax job down there. The pain was just too insane to stand. So I’d had to switch to simply keeping it closely trimmed, shaving along the sides, and wearing flesh colored opaque tights under my higher-cut stage costumes.
But these two had to be used to girls capable of standing the more painful grooming methods.
And yet Shane showed no hesitation as his tongue darted out to slide along my folds, and my knees wobbled and threatened to give way.
Jessie scooped me up from behind and carried me the last three feet to the bed, earning a growl from Shane. I was surprised that Jessie was naked. He must have undressed while Shane was keeping me distracted with that hot tongue of his. Jessie stretched out beside me, kissing me, his lips softer than Shane’s but no less demanding or mind wrecking, and I buried my hands in his hair, pulling him closer.
At some point Shane returned, his calloused hands shockingly gentle on my calves as he parted my legs then eased his body in between them. His tongue returned to teasing me in long swipes along my folds before finding my clit and making me cry out with the sharp lust that speared through me a second later.
My hands slid down the side of Jessie’s neck to grip his shoulders, needing something to anchor me to reality even as Shane’s tongue tried to make me shatter and float away. Within seconds, I couldn’t stop my hips from circling and grinding me against Shane’s mouth as his tongue thrust inside me.
“So sweet,” Shane murmured so quietly against my clit that the sound was almost lost even in the quiet bedroom.
But the vibration of the words against that bundle of nerves had me arching off the bed, a strange whimper choked within my throat. I was so close to coming already, and they hadn’t even fully entered me yet.
Jessie shifted down, kissing a trail from my mouth to my neck and then to my breasts. He cupped my full breasts so gently, as if he were afraid I might break.
I grabbed Shane’s head, tugging him upwards. If he kept going down there, I was going to come apart. And I was very much afraid that once I came, the pain might return once the bliss faded. I was det
ermined to fully have them before that happened.
“Shane, I need you inside me,” I whispered. “Please.”
There was a pause, the rustling of clothes, the fumbling of plastic. Jessie switched to my other breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple, whipping at the peak until I arched up against him and gasped.
Then Shane’s hard heat returned, his hands parting my thighs. But a spear of pain pierced through the cloud of need as my knees bent more than they wanted to.
“Knees,” I whimpered through clenched teeth.
Shane hesitated then moved back. Oh no. Was he leaving? Had I turned him off or—
His hands glided down my legs to my ankles, drumstick roughened fingers leaving trails of over sensitized smooth skin in their wake. He lifted my feet onto his shoulders and moved in closer against me. “Better?”
“Yes,” I sighed as the pain from my knees faded, allowing the lust to take over again. “More please.”
He teased my wet folds with the tip of his cock, making me squirm and wiggle in silent pleading for more. Then the tip found my heated center and began to ease inside me.
I froze, my entire body humming as finally he filled that hollow, aching emptiness inside me with heat and smooth hardness. He groaned as he pushed all the way in then waited for me to adjust to his girth. He was the perfect length for me, just barely touching the entrance to my womb without hurting me.
His hands slid up in twin caresses along my shins to rest on my ankles, and he slowly began to pump in and out of me in short, careful strokes, never fully leaving me, just letting me get used to him.
I couldn’t reach him, but I could grip Jessie’s shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles as his teeth grazed my nipples, dragging gasps out of me.
Shane’s thrusts gradually sped up, each stroke a little longer. Because of the way he held my ankles, I couldn’t move much. But that turned out to be an advantage, since I wasn’t sure how much energy I had left to give after the long day, no matter how mindlessly turned on these two men had managed to make me.
Soon, the sound of slapping and groans filled the air as Shane pumped in and out of me quickly now, his cock fully leaving me with each stroke before pounding into me again. I could feel everything inside me tightening with pleasure now, that rising need inside me rushing me towards a peak I could just sense ahead.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Shame growled. “Come with me, Sabrina. Let go with me.”
It was as if all I needed to finish me off was the sound of that sexy voice rumbling over me. I slammed into that peak and over the edge of a cliff, soaring for a long minute of perfect bliss. Then I fell through space and time.
When I came back to my senses, it was to feel the bed shifting as Shane stood up and walked away. My mouth opened in surprise and then a slow dawning horror. I’d heard of “wham, bam, thank you ma’am,” but never had I even heard of a guy immediately getting up after coming and then leaving.
Had I done something wrong? What had I even said when I hit my own orgasm?
But then heavy feet thudded back from what I realized was the bathroom, and a few seconds later, the bed dipped slightly as Shane laid down beside me, opposite from Jessie.
Oh. Of course. He’d had to throw away the condom. Clearly it had been too long since my last lover.
And then I felt a hot, wet washcloth touching my hip, then sliding over to wipe at my still throbbing folds.
It was the first time a lover had ever bothered to even bring me a hot towel, much less clean me up.
I’d barely absorbed this surprise when Jessie began to kiss me on the lips again. And I realized that, while Shane and I had come, Jessie had been left unfulfilled and probably pretty uncomfortable as a result.
Feeling unusually brave, my hand slid down his side and around to grip his hard on. I smiled against his lips. “This feels…uncomfortable for you.”
Jessie hummed against my lips in agreement, his hips flexing as I slowly stroked his length.
I wanted badly to have all that silky-smooth heat inside my mouth. But my whole body felt like boneless Jell-O, and I wasn’t sure I had the strength left to even get up on my knees.
“Come here,” I whispered, tugging at his hip.
He hesitated for a second, then seemed to understand what I wanted as he rose up on his knees, then straddled my shoulders. I had just enough room to ease my forearms up between his legs so my hands could grip and guide his cock over my face from side to side. I licked my lips, reached out to lick a circle around the tip of his cock, then used my hands to guide him into my mouth.
It had been forever since I’d liked a guy enough to want to get this up close and intimate with him. I tried to remember all the tips I’d read from magazines, rolling my lips in over my teeth to protect him while closing my mouth tight around him. He was so careful, barely even moving as if afraid to push too far or go too deep. So I took control as best I could from the bottom, raising my head to work him in and out of my mouth, earning a few groans from him.
Incredibly, though I was usually a once and done kind of girl, I could feel that need rising within me again in direct proportion to the tiny flexings of his hips and his harsh breathing as he fought to control himself.
More. I wanted more again.
“I want you inside me, Jessie,” I whispered.
He didn’t hesitate, moving off of me. He quickly put on a condom, then I was surprised when he lay down beside me on his back and guided me to straddle him. Most guys I’d been with always wanted to be on top, like they needed to feel in control with all the power during sex. Not Jessie apparently. He was perfectly happy to guide me down on him, and we moaned in unison as he filled me. He wasn’t as thick around as Shane, but was longer by at least an inch. In my case, this wasn’t a good thing actually, because I wasn’t even fully on him before he was already hitting my cervix uncomfortably.
I quickly discovered the advantage to being on top was I could control how deeply I sank down on him. Maybe this was a common problem with him and why he’d immediately wanted me to ride him.
Unfortunately, my exhausted body didn’t have the strength this position needed.
I leaned forward, using Jessie’s hands on my breasts to support my upper body, and whispered, “Shane, can you…help me please?”
There was a brief pause then a murmured, “What do you need?”
“Your hands on my hips. Can you lift me?” I answered on a sigh, hating my body for managing to fail me even in this, and so tired of hating my body.
The bed shifted as Shane rose up on his knees beside us. His strong hands started to clasp my hips, but his grip on this spot hurt. I reached down and tugged his hands up a little higher till they were between my hip bones and ribs.
Then I began to move.
Shane quickly got the idea, partially lifting and lowering me so my shaking thighs didn’t have to do all the work on their own. But it was also seriously sexy to feel four hands on me at once, to feel Shane’s heat at my side and Jessie’s body below and inside me.
At some point, Shane shifted to straddle Jessie’s legs so he could get a better grip on me. Now with Shane’s hard body at my back and his growing erection nestled between my butt cheeks, even my tired body was spurred on to climb that mountain again.
“Yes, Sabrina,” Jessie whispered, his fingers flexing and kneading my breasts in rhythm with my movements up and down on his erection. “That’s it. Yes. Fuck me, baby, just like that.”
Oh, he knew how to talk dirty too?
I rode him faster, feeling him sliding over my G spot but not hit my clit because I couldn’t take all of his length. So I reached down and stroked my clit. And pushed both of us right off that cliff into orgasm.
“Oh fuuuuck,” Jessie hissed, his upper body arching up off the bed as he came.
I was a second behind him, the pulsing of his orgasm triggering mine, and I pressed my head back on Shane’s shoulder as the pleasure ripped up through my bo
dy. A few seconds later, I was surprised to hear Shane groan and a sticky heat form at the small of my back as Shane’s erection twitched where it was pressed against the cleft of my butt.
Gradually I came back down to earth to the realization that Shane’s mouth was pressed to the side of my temple, his chest heaving as he came down from his own orgasm. The gesture of his lips against my temple was so casually sweet that I couldn’t help but smile, reach up with an arm that felt completely boneless, and cup his cheek.
“What do you need?” Shane murmured against my temple, his nose nuzzling subtly into my hair. “Shower?”
I gave a tiny shake of my head. “Just sleep.” Sighing, I started to shift in an attempt to crawl off of Jessie and whimpered as my thigh muscles screamed at me and threatened an outright revolt. Oh yeah. I was going to pay for the extra workout big time.
“I’ve got you.” Shane wrapped an arm around me, his hand cradling the back of my head, while his other hand pressed between my breasts to move me in a controlled fall onto the bed beside Jessie. As soon as our weight left him, Jessie eased up and out of the bed to the bathroom to clean up.
Shane stood up, pulled the blankets down, and even guided my feet under the covers before pulling them up over my body. He stepped out and into the bathroom, then returned a minute later with a fresh hot towel to clean me up with.
“A girl could get insanely used to that,” I said with a sigh, grinning in the darkness as he carefully cleaned my folds and thighs.
Then I realized what I’d said, how it could be misconstrued, and I cringed. “Not that I meant…”
Shane’s hands stilled on me. After a long, silent pause, he murmured, “Would you like me to stay?”
“Oh, God yes.” The words blurted out of me before I could stop them, earning a chuckle from him.
“Be right back.” Shane went into the bathroom to clean up, and I heard the guys murmuring, but my foggy, exhausted brain was already trying to slip into sleep and couldn’t make out what they said.
The blankets moved and the mattress moved as Shane and Jessie returned and got in under the covers with me on opposite sides. I always fell asleep lying on my right side, and I rolled that way to face Shane. He immediately rested a hand on the outside of my upper knee, then guided my knees up a little higher until they nestled against his crotch.