The Prince of Punk Rock

by Jenna Galicki

  “I want your sweet ass. I want to feel you from the inside.”

  The champagne made Jessi giddy and brazen. All sorts of sexual scenarios were running wild in her head. “I want to feel the both of you, inside of me. Take my ass, Angel, and Tommy can take me at the same time. I want you both inside me.”

  Angel wore a quizzical smile, questioning whether she was serious or just plain drunk. She was both, which was probably why she didn’t stop to think how Tommy would feel about it.

  His eyes were ablaze with cunning desire. “Let’s do it. She’s got a really tight ass. It’s much tighter than mine.”

  She loved that Tommy was trying to persuade Angel into having sexual contact with her. She loved that their sex life was full because Tommy was adventurous in the bedroom. She loved that he was bisexual. Their everyday sex life was made of the things that most people only fantasized about. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. She breathed deeply and rubbed her breasts against his body. He put his hand between her legs and she melted from the rush of sensations. She didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to come with Tommy inside her and Angel inside her. She moved Tommy’s hand before she shuddered with another orgasm.

  Tommy took Angel’s cock in his hand and then put Jessi’s hand over his own cock. She stroked Tommy, while Tommy stroked Angel.

  Angel’s head dropped back to the pillow and he moaned again.

  “I want to do it,” she whispered, her voice raspy with labored breaths. “I want you both to fuck me.”

  Angel popped his head up and the quizzical eyebrow made another appearance. After a few seconds, he lifted his chin toward the ceiling and let out an ominous laugh. “Let me see your ass again.”

  She got on her knees and perked her butt in the air. Tommy spread her cheeks apart so Angel could get a better view. She looked over her shoulder. They were both staring at her ass. Angel had a curious glint in his eye, Tommy had a hunger. He smashed his face into her ass and sent his tongue on a mission. It licked and probed its way deep in her canal. She lurched forward and braced herself against the overzealous rim job.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Blade, I was having a look.”

  She could hear the smile in Angel’s voice.

  Tommy’s tongue made a reluctant retreat and he spread her cheeks with his hands again. “I was just making it nice and shiny for you.”

  She looked back over her shoulder. Angel had his head tilted to the side as he peered into her ass. He shot a questioning glance at Tommy. “It’s really tight?”

  “Very tight.”

  Angel slowly nodded. “OK.”

  Jessi remained on her knees while she listened to Tommy and Angel strategize a position and game plan. She was filled with a mixture of overwhelming desire and heart stopping anxiety. She never had double penetration before and Angel was big. She wasn’t really sure how serious she was in the first place. Maybe she should tell them she was having second thoughts.

  Tommy’s face peeked over her shoulder. “You OK, hon? You look a little nervous.”

  She sat upright and pulled her legs underneath her. They were both looking at her, trying to read her face.

  “We don’t have to do it if you changed your mind,” Angel said.

  “No. I want to do it. Just . . . go easy. OK?”

  “Of course, sweetheart.”

  “Then I’m ready.”

  Tommy took her hand. His eyes were filled with tenderness and concern. “No, you’re not, but we’re gonna get you nice and ready.”

  He made her lie down on her stomach and put two pillows under her hips. He spread her legs and her butt cheeks. A dollop of warming gel fell onto her waiting anus. Tommy massaged it into her and inserted the tip of one finger, twisting it in circles. He pushed his finger deeper until she felt his knuckle. Still turning his hand left then right, priming the entrance, he slowly added another finger. The first one was mildly uncomfortable, the second stung and she gasped.

  Tommy stopped. “Just breathe. Try to relax. It’ll pass. Trust me.”

  A deep breath, then another, and she was ready to proceed. His fingers were on the move again, this time moving in and out in a steady rhythm. It was tolerable, almost pleasurable. More lubrication and another finger tried to squeeze inside. A burning sensation ripped at her insides and she lurched up from the mattress.

  Angel lay down next to her and pushed the hair out of her face. “Do you want to stop, sweetheart?”

  “No. I just need a minute.” She squeezed her eyes shut and her breath came in gasps. She was determined to go through it. She wanted it more with every second that went by. “I’m ready. Go ahead.”

  Finger number three slowly made its entrance. It was almost too much. She almost had to stop, but fought through the pain until it was bearable.

  Tommy pressed his lips against her lower back. “I think you’re ready.”

  Thank God.

  He lay on the bed and she climbed on top of him. The same two pillows that were underneath her hips were now underneath Tommy’s. He held her around the waist and they looked into each others eyes. They both broke out into a mischievous smile at the anticipation of what was about to happen. She lifted her hips slightly as Tommy put his cock inside her. She let out a long sigh as he filled her. Now it was Angel’s turn. Both she and Tommy needed to spread their legs wide so Angel could kneel in between them. She needed to move her body up a little on top of Tommy so Angel could access her bottom. More lube was rubbed into her crack, this time by Angel’s thick fingers. Angel’s touch was harder, more aggressive. That’s probably why Tommy was the one to prepare her. One finger probed inside, testing the entrance. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it didn’t hurt.

  “Ready, sweetheart?”

  She took a deep breath. “Yes.”

  Tommy watched her with concern and caution, never breaking eye contact, as Angel’s massive cock taunted her ass. It was slick with lubrication. The head went in fairly easily, but then Angel stopped. He was waiting. He wanted her to get use to the sensation. Meanwhile, she could feel Tommy’s dick twitching inside her.

  Angel pressed his hips forward, little by little, moving himself in and out, deeper and deeper. She sucked in a deep breath and grunted as his cock fully penetrated her. No one spoke. Communication was strictly by eye contact. She was OK and ready to proceed. Tommy nodded at Angel over her shoulder.

  Jessi didn’t know what to do. The position was awkward. She didn’t want either one of them to slip out, but she didn’t need to do anything, except hang on for dear life. Tommy thrust his hips up from the bottom, while Angel pounded her from the back. She flapped in between them as their bodies bounced off each other and slapped against one another. Tommy still watched her, but she was more focused on the pleasure in his eyes. The irises would roll up into his lids every few seconds before finding their focal point on her face again. She felt Angel’s hot breath on her back. His hand on her hip was strong and commanding. The other braced himself on the bed, which rocked and rebounded under the force of their lovemaking. A sheen of perspiration covered their bodies as slick as oil. She could feel them both inside her, working in unison almost transforming into one entity. Angel’s cock tugged at her bottom. It pulled at the thin wall that separated the front from the back and sent a tremor that met Tommy’s cock.

  Tommy’s legs were shaking and his eyes weren’t focusing on her anymore. They were up inside his head. Only bits of bright blue were visible through his eyelashes.

  Angel suddenly picked up momentum and started grunting. She knew the sounds of their lovemaking well enough to know that they were both about to come. She let herself go. She stopped thinking and just felt both of their cocks inside her, bringing her glory she never knew existed. Their synchronized movements amplified the stimulation that they gave each other and the three of them exploded into an orgasm at the same time. They shook and convulsed, as their orgasm morphed into one giant spasm of carnality.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight
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  Angel couldn’t decide what to pack for the promo spots that the label booked. If there was a small chance he might want to wear something, he stuffed it into a suitcase. He was a bundle of high energy and nerves. Tommy was the only thing that kept him remotely sane.

  “Calm down.” Tommy helped him fold some jeans into an open suitcase. “Stop packing everything in sight. We’re only going to be gone a week.”

  “I know, but we’re taping three TV shows. I don’t know what’s going to look good on camera.”

  “You’ll look great in anything you wear, A.” Tommy pulled Angel on the bed and rubbed his shoulders. “Besides, as soon as you open your mouth to sing, no one is going to be paying any attention to what you’re wearing. They’re going to be mesmerized by your incredible voice.”

  Angel let out a deep breath and rolled his head back. The tension melted away under the firm pressure of Tommy’s hands. “You always know what to say. Are you all packed?”

  “Yeah. My suitcases are by the front door. I’m just looking for my guitar strap. The one that Jessi made. The one with the big spikes.”

  “Oh, I saw it downstairs on the dining room chair. Where’s Jessi? Is she packed too?”

  “No. She had to stop by Falcon and see Marissa. She needed to pick up some paperwork.”

  Tommy’s fingers moved to Angel’s temples, smoothing away the anxiety. Angel closed his eyes and allowed the calmness to settle where worry use to reside. “I’m glad she likes the new job. She deserves to be involved with the band. I hope she designs more now that she doesn’t have to work those long hours at the fashion house.”

  “She’s going to talk to Marissa about designing the new merchandise line for the band.”

  “That would be a tremendous break for her. I’ll put in a good word to Mr. Ableman.” As much as Angel would love to sit there all day and have Tommy’s gifted hands bring him serenity, he needed to finish packing. He leaned his head back to look up at Tommy. “Thank you, mi amor. I don’t know how I didn’t have a nervous breakdown before I met you.”

  The next six weeks were chaotic. The band flew between New York, Chicago and L.A. to make appearances on several syndicated late night talk shows. Television. It was unimaginable. It was the first time Angel was nervous before a performance. Immortal Angel was virtually unknown to the studio audiences and he was worried about making a good impression. His concerns proved unwarranted. They were immediately won over by Angel’s stage presence and superb vocals and the band’s electrifying musical ability. The reception the band received was overwhelming, and it escalated with each show.

  They did about a dozen intimate performances at radio stations across the country. At each one, the number of people who came to see them doubled, and then tripled. Fans that couldn’t fit inside the small studio, waited outside in hopes of an autograph or a photo.

  The band released their first single, Without You, and it was already climbing the charts, bringing with it another round of television performances and radio promos. It gave the band the opportunity to perform a few songs in front of the growing number of fans, but what Angel really wanted to do was be back on stage and play a full concert. Even so, he was still anxious to get out in front of the 40 or so people that were waiting for him to perform four songs in the radio station today. They were already lining up when he arrived at the studio early this morning.

  Jessi was still outside talking to the fans and Angel was getting worried. She needed to be on set when they performed. She went out before every show to talk to the fans and they began to recognize her and know her by name. She garnered for their attention and stayed out longer than she should. Angel was always worried that she took on too much, but somehow she always managed to successfully juggle at least half a dozen things at once. He didn’t know how she did it, but it was her forte, so he had to trust that she would make it back in time.

  Five minutes later Jessi returned to the dressing room, Audra and Kira in tow. Since their father owned the record label, they were at all the promos, but not backstage, like now – that was clearly Jessi’s doing. Audra and Kira sat in the audience, just like everyone else. They weren’t spoiled rich kids. They never dropped Ron Ableman’s name, even though it would have provided them with a huge level of entitlement. They were always nearby but they never invaded his privacy. Even back at The Quadrangle, they always waited until he was done with a conversation before they approached him. They never intruded. Even now, they could see he was busy speaking with the production crew, so they kept their distance. Kira must have felt his stare, because she turned toward him and gave him a tiny wave.

  Angel excused himself from the production assistant. “Girls,” he opened his arms, “come here and give me a hug.”

  They flew into his arms, and he swore one of them sniffed his chest. “Thank you for coming to all the radio stations. If it weren’t for you two, we wouldn’t be here right now. We owe it all to you.”

  “Oh, no,” Audra said, “thank you! It was because of you that Daddy finally takes us seriously. He’s finally treating us like adults.”

  Kira nodded in agreement. “He sent agents to see a few other bands we recommended, too. Of course, they don’t possess half the talent you do, but at least Daddy values our opinion now.”

  “He talked about offering us an internship as junior scouts,” Audra said. “We’ve been begging him to let us work in the studio for years, doing anything. I would’ve been happy sweeping the floors, but he never let us near his business before. Not until he met you.”

  Marissa signaled to him from the doorway. It was time for his interview. He kissed Kira and Audra on the cheek and kept his arms around their petite shoulders. “You girls are very sweet. I wish I could spend more time with you, but I got an interview before we perform. Make sure you sit right up front, like always.”

  Marissa escorted him out of the dressing room, her Louboutin’s clicked on the travertine floor as they walked down the long corridor. “I hope you’re ready for the paparazzi, because I arranged for Celebrity Today to accidentally run into you leaving the radio station. We want people to see your face. We want the entire band to be recognizable.”

  Celebrity Today was part of a major entertainment media network, known for getting the latest breaking news on celebrity gossip. They were also known for their unscrupulous behavior, which made Angel apprehensive about talking to them.

  A journalist, cameraman and photographer rushed toward the band as soon as they exited the building. The journalist shot off a series of questions, quicker than Angel could answer them. Luckily, Marissa stayed right next to him, to thwart off any unwanted questions, because it was more like an interrogation than an interview.

  Tommy was quiet, and Damien and Jimmy didn’t say much. Alyssa mostly stayed in the background, but you couldn’t shut Jessi up. She fed off the camera and the attention. Her smile and vivacious personality quickly won over the paparazzi. They were eager to film Jessi and kept the camera on her as they continued to ask her questions.

  Marissa was beaming, because every word out of Jessi’s mouth further promoted the band. “That’s the way to schmooze with the paparazzi,” Marissa whispered in Angel’s ear. “Befriend the devil, because in this business, bad publicity will ruin you.”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  The band’s first round of shows was going to be on the east coast where their music was fairly well-known. It was a small tour, only about five weeks long, and included two stops in New York followed by New Jersey, Connecticut and a few scattered dates in New England. The venues in the tri-state area were already sold out and the rest were selling fast. The label was impressed, and talks of a full fledged national headlining tour were in the works.

  Tonight was the last night of practice, and it was one of the most grueling sessions they ever had in the studio. Everyone was exhausted. All Angel wanted to do was go home and lie down in bed, but Damien and Jimmy said they needed to talk to him.

  A
ngel had a bad feeling that they were upset about the contract. The label gave the four of them an equal cut, and it was a generous amount. As lead singer, Angel was expected to do occasional promos and appearances on behalf of the band, so they gave him a healthy stipend. He didn’t want any friction. If Damien and Jimmy had a problem with the stipend, he would gladly share it with them.

  “I think I know what’s bothering you. I didn’t ask for the stipend. They gave it to me.”

  “No.” Jimmy said. “We don’t care bout the extra money. You deserve it.”

  “It’s your personal life,” Damien pointed out.

  “My personal life? What does my personal life have to do with the band?”

  “You, Tommy, Jessi. How is the public going to react to that? It’s a stretch, even by rock star standards.”

  Angel never thought about how the media or the label would react to the publicity around their relationship. As a celebrity, you gave up your right to privacy. Every aspect of their life would be subject to criticism and judgment. Angel really didn’t care what people thought, as long as the music didn’t suffer because of it, but he worried about Tommy’s feelings. Tommy wasn’t used to cruel, slanderous ridicule especially broadcast to the world by the sensationalistic media.

  The label knew that Tommy and Jessi were married, and Angel assumed they knew he was gay, but he didn’t think they knew that the three of them were in a relationship. He began to wonder if it would matter. He never thought it could jeopardize their success, but he wasn’t about to hide it either. Damien and Jimmy had a point, though. He furrowed his brow and tried to find an answer, but he didn’t have one. He decided he wouldn’t say anything. If the issue came up, when the issue came up, that’s when he would explain their relationship.

  Chapter Forty

  The first New York show was at the Best Buy Theater in the heart of Times Square. Jessi remembered when the venue first opened in 2005, under the Nokia trademark. She waited in line for hours to see a band called Bad Religion. Now fans were lined up down the block to see Immortal Angel. She wanted Angel to accompany her outside so he could personally express his gratitude to them for their support, but he said he had to warm up his voice before his performance. She was unsuccessful at suppressing her laughter. He was turning into quite the diva.