She turned Tommy on his side so she could access his bottom, making sure not to disturb Angel’s mouth. They were no longer rivals. They were teammates working for the same common goal, pleasuring the man they loved. Angel sucked Tommy in the front, while Jessi licked him in the back. She inserted two fingers and watched Angel. She moved her hand in symphony with Angel’s mouth.
Tommy could barely catch his breath. He pulled at the sheets in his fists. His moans were surely loud enough for the bus driver to hear all the way in the front of the bus, over the roar of the engine and the traffic outside. His body shook and trembled as he came with a series of loud grunts and cries. Angel lapped up the tepid juices that filled his mouth but Tommy’s hand grabbed a chunk of his tousled hair and stopped him.
“Don’t be greedy. Share it. Kiss her while its still in your mouth.”
Angel loved Tommy’s naughty and authoritative side. He sucked whatever else he could from Tommy’s cock and deposited it by way of his tongue into Jessi’s waiting open mouth, like a momma bird feeding her young. Their tongues twisted together while their lips remained parted, so Tommy had a direct view of his semen rolling between their mouths.
Tommy moved to his knees and slid his hand along each of their lower backs. He pulled them to him and brushed his lips against their shoulders. “Now it’s my turn. I’m gonna show each of you how much I love you.”
He took Jessi by the hand and guided her down onto the bed, fluffing the pillow underneath her head, and lay on top of her. Angel waited to see what position Tommy would take or to see if he would give direction, but he was lost in Jessi’s breasts.
Angel sat on the bed next to them and put his hand to Tommy’s back. He slowly caressed the sleek texture of Tommy’s unspoiled flesh. His hand traveled down the curve of Tommy’s lower back and over the mounds of his buttocks. Tommy perked his ass upwards, asking for deeper contact. Angel knelt between Tommy’s legs and ran his tongue through the center of Tommy’s ass until he found the magic button that made Tommy’s legs quiver. Licking deep circles and listening to the moans from the man he loved made Angel swell with desire. He grabbed Tommy’s hips and pulled them up, closer to his mouth. There was no need to spread Tommy’s butt cheeks, they were already parted and offered a perfect view of the prettiest pink ring Angel ever saw. He leaned in and placed a kiss on its rim and it puckered back at him.
Tommy shuffled backward on his knees so his mouth was between Jessi’s legs and his beautiful bottom was high in the air waiting for Angel. A dollop of lube and Angel’s finger slid inside. He always loved inserting the first finger best. The warm spongy membrane squeezing around his finger was prelude to the glory that was in store. Another finger slipped next to the first, and they both found the knot, just past the entrance, that made Tommy groan.
Tommy looked back over his shoulder at Angel. “Hurry up and stop teasing me. I want you inside.”
“As you wish, my prince.” Angel stepped back so his feet were on the floor and he was standing at the foot of the bed. Tommy inched back and planted his knees firmly into the mattress, all the while nose deep in Jessi’s pussy. Angel often wondered why the hell he spent so much time down there.
More lube and Angel’s cock was finding its way into paradise. No matter how much he stretched Tommy out with his fingers, when it came time to stick his cock inside, Tommy always closed back up. It was tight and he needed to ease his way inside. His cock was halfway inside enveloped by the warmth of Tommy’s body, but the other half of his cock was left outside, cold and begging for a way in. Tommy’s muffled grunts accompanied his backward impatient thrusts. Angel didn’t need to push himself inside. Tommy was doing it for him. He held onto Tommy’s hips and slowly pressed himself forward. Tommy always cried out when the last push gave way to full penetration, but this time Angel joined him in an impromptu chorus of a loud moan.
The bed shook and rocked the bus. It took a few seconds for Angel to realize it was mostly coming from Jessi. She had her hands alternately behind her head or clutching Tommy’s wrist and was bouncing off the bed. He couldn’t see what Tommy was doing, but his face was no longer causing Jessi’s cries. Tommy was putting something inside her, probably a dildo. The movements of the bed made Tommy bounce into him with an onslaught of hard jolts, jerking his cock. Orgasm overtook him with unexpected force and he spasmed into temporary blindness. When his legs couldn’t hold him up anymore, he leaned into the bed and fell over Tommy’s back for support.
Jessi was still bucking, harder than she’d ever done before. He stretched his neck around Tommy to get a better look. Tommy had most of his hand inside Jessi. A few more inches and he would be fisting her. Angel wasn’t aware that men fisted women. Sharing his bed with a woman was a constant lesson in heterosexual education.
Angel fell onto his side of the bed. He wiped himself with someone’s shirt and tossed it onto the floor. Jessi’s groans were almost deafening. She was up on her elbows now, watching Tommy’s hand practically disappear into the opening between her legs. So was Tommy. So was Angel.
She grabbed Tommy’s arm with both her hands. “Stop. No more.” She panted and her eyes rolled back into their sockets. “I came twice already. I can’t take anymore.”
Tommy’s mouth bowed down. “I wanted to get my whole hand inside you. I’m so close.”
“No.” Jessi let her head loll backward between her shoulder blades and gasped for air. Her hair was wet and matted to her forehead. “I’m done. I can’t.”
Tommy pulled his hand out, wiped his glistening fingers on the sheet, and then stared down at Jessi’s pussy with intense interest. Curiosity got the better of Angel and he got up on one elbow to see what Tommy was staring at. He wished he never looked. She was gaping open, dripping fluid between her thighs and onto the mattress.
Tommy bent down and licked the juices off her body. He resumed his mission between her legs, sending Jessi on another bought of hyperventilation. Tommy didn’t stay down there long. After a minute or two he came up for air, licking his lips and wiping his mouth. He saw Angel watching and broke out into a smile.
“Did you enjoy watching that?”
“It was . . . interesting.”
Tommy leaned in for a kiss but Angel jerked his head backward and away from Tommy’s vagina soaked lips. Tommy unexpectedly grabbed Angel’s face in his hands and placed a hard kiss on his mouth. Angel struggled and broke free. It was a closed mouth kiss and he didn’t taste anything, thank God, but he frantically wiped his mouth with his hands.
Tommy and Jessi both mocked him with laughter.
He scowled back and Tommy’s playfulness, but couldn’t keep the giggle out of his voice. “You, Tommy Blade, are an evil man.”
“The night’s not over yet.” Tommy pounced on top of Jessi and she cringed and braced her hands against his chest.
“What are you doing? No more.”
“More.” Tommy nodded with a devious glare.
He entered Jessi and began pounding his hips into her. Her chest was heaving with heavy breaths, but the rest of her body laid limp underneath Tommy, and her eyes barely fluttered open. It didn’t take long for Tommy to unload, and luckily, Jessi was still with us. For a few minutes, Angel though she would meet her demise by way of Tommy’s cock.
Tommy crawled up to Angel with a mischievous smile. It made Angel wary. He knew that deliciously sinister thoughts lurked behind the impish face Tommy wore.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s your turn. On you knees, Garcia.”
“What?”
“I want your ass.”
Angel could count the number of times he bottomed in his life on one hand. And still have a few fingers to spare. It wasn’t a place he frequented, and his reply was a slightly panicked giggle.
“What’s the matter?” Tommy had a taunting glimmer in his eyes. “You never bottomed before?”
“I’ve bottomed. What about you? Have you topped before? How do I know you know
what you’re doing?” He hoped his teasing response hid his inexperience.
“I have a wife. I top every night.”
He had a point. Angel was losing this game on all fronts. The Blades were ruthless players. Tommy’s unyielding erection caught his attention. It was sky high and solid. The thing refused to surrender. “But you just . . . how can you?”
“I’m far from done, A. You know me. I can go all night.” Tommy pointed to the bed. “Enough stalling. On your knees. I told you, I’m gonna love you like you’ve never been loved before.”
That’s exactly what Angel was afraid of. He gave a short laugh. The man was truly a god, on stage and in bed. Mortals didn’t possess the stamina given to one Tommy Blade.
He moved closer to Tommy. “I wouldn’t do this for just anyone, you know.”
Tommy cradled Angel’s face in his hands. “I know, but I’m not just anyone. I’m the love of your life, remember?”
Tommy’s kiss was softer than usual and the slow, precise movement of his tongue as it graced Angel’s mouth with its delicate presence put him at ease and filled him with anticipation. He didn’t expect the idea of bottoming to turn him on, but it did. He eagerly positioned himself on his hands and knees, then dropped to his elbows and covered his face in a last minute bout of angst.
Tommy slowly ran his hands up Angel’s back and caressed his shoulders. The roughness on Tommy’s fingertips, from his calling as a guitar player, contrasted with the mildness of his touch. The hands that always brought Angel relaxation and contentment didn’t disappoint, and his nerves quickly vanished. Only expectation and excitement remained.
“Turn over. I want to look at you when I make love to you.”
Angel rolled onto his back and Tommy propped a pillow underneath his hips. He was aware of movement from Jessi lying on her side of the bed, and glanced in her direction. She resurrected and was watching them with a hunger. She clearly had no interest in participating, but she was an eager voyeur. All she needed was a tub of popcorn in her hand.
Angel took a couple of deep breaths, but it was Tommy’s lips that calmed his nerves. Tommy deposited a series of kisses on the ticklish flesh of Angel’s belly. His tongue led a trail up Angel’s torso and through the gully in the center of his chest. Tommy’s mouth detoured to take a pointed nipple between his teeth. The sharp unexpected pain sent a shot of adrenaline through Angel’s body, and he gasped. Tommy looked up with the nipple still clamped between his smiling teeth, blond strands falling over his sky blue eyes.
“My prince,” Angel whispered. “Your touch delivers waves of pleasure straight to my heart. Hurry. I want to feel you inside me.”
Tommy sat back on his heels. He rested his hands on Angel’s thighs, sending deliberate bolts of energy through the thick muscles of his legs. Tommy circled his fingers tightly around the base of Angel’s cock and a small bubble of cum seeped out the tip. Tommy diligently sucked it off. He licked Angel’s dick, from base to tip, like a lollipop. Each stroke of his tongue circled a path around Angel’s cock until its circumference was bathed in Tommy’s sweet saliva.
Tommy slicked his fingers and slid them down the little highway between Angel’s sac and his hole. One finger rested on the rim and tested the entrance with gentle pressure. It made Angel sigh and pucker, calling Tommy inside. A single finger poked in, and then another followed. Angel moaned at the welcomed arrival. The slow circular motion of Tommy’s fingers pressed against the knotted muscle deep inside. Tingling sensations flourished and drew out a long moan.
Tommy removed his hand and pulled Angel’s legs up, one at a time, so they rested on Tommy’s shoulders. He teased Angel’s bottom with his cock. Touching his hole, but not entering it.
Endorphins collided and made Angel dizzy. The anticipation was overwhelming. He waited impatiently, longing for Tommy to be inside him like a virgin awaiting penetration for the first time.
The tip prodded its way in. It was fat and round. Filling. Tommy was being slow and gentle, easing his way inside and checking Angel’s facial expressions. Angel nodded under half closed lids and deep breaths. He pulled at Tommy’s hips, but Tommy restrained himself. Slowly, Tommy thrust his hips and finally his length was swallowed inside. Angel grunted and froze at the short burst of pain, but Tommy’s hands, caressing his legs, relaxed him. Another deep breath and he was ready to continue. Slow thrusts became massive lunges. Pain and discomfort transformed into euphoria. The slamming of their bodies against one another sent Angel’s dick waving in the wind. The pressure of the air moving around him threatened to bring him to orgasm.
Angel’s throat was dry and raspy from panting and moaning and Tommy was breathing so heavily it looked like he might pass out. Tommy’s knees were shaking and Angel could feel the fatigued muscles of Tommy’s thighs twitching.
Tommy took Angel’s cock in his hand, squeezed it slightly and stroked it with the same fervor in which he thrust his hips. Sensations from Tommy’s hand and from the cock in his ass, reverberated inside Angel and became one. Everything shook. White light blinded him as he was lost in the throws of a powerful orgasm. A second later, Tommy collapsed on top of him, sweat glistening off his peaches and cream complexion. He squeezed Angel in a tight embrace and whispered in his ear, “That’s how much I love you.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
In all the years that she and Tommy shared their bed with other men, Jessi never saw him top before. Even though he liked to orchestrate the performances taking place in the bedroom, he was definitely a bottom, and Angel was definitely a top. The two of them were the perfect match. They were in sync with one another. They were kindred spirits. Tommy’s game of role reversal was just as surprising and exciting for Angel as it was for her. But last night, caught up in one of the most intense sexual experiences they ever shared, no one realized that the entire bus was privy to the audio version of their entire encounter.
Breakfast was comical, and a bit embarrassing. She knew Alyssa would be the first one to say something.
“Really, you guys? Like it’s not bad enough I have to listen to Jimmy behind his curtain every night with the groupies he brings on the bus, I have to listen to an entire reprise of Deep Throat and Caligula coming from back there?”
Angel and Tommy shared a laugh, but Jessi just smiled at her friend.
“Maybe we should give them an earful.” Damien slung his arm around Alyssa’s neck. “If they knew the things we did in the bedroom, I think we’d shock the hell out of everybody, even the three orgy queens.”
Tommy snorted. “Did you just call me a queen?”
“If the rhinestone covered crown fits, buddy.”
Jessi’s phone interrupted their banter. It was her mother again. She shut the phone off and put it in the back in the pocket of her jeans.
“Where are we anyway?” Damien pulled the curtain back from the window.
Alyssa joined him. “A rest stop in Dayton, I think. We should do something. We have the night off. Are there any good tattoo shops around here?”
Damien shrugged. “Look on the internet.”
Jessi turned her phone back on and started browsing. A tattoo was great way to commemorate the band’s first tour. She didn’t know what Alyssa had in mind, but she thought everyone should get the band’s new logo inked into their skin. She scrolled through the list of local tattoo shops nearby, but another incoming call from her mother interrupted the screen. She silenced the phone and watched the call go to voicemail with a deep frown.
Eight unanswered calls. Eight new voicemails. She was successful at hiding the truth about Tommy and Angel and their relationship from her parents, but early this morning Maggie called to warn her of their parents’ enlightenment. Jessi knew she should have told them a long time ago, but her parents lived in a cocoon, sheltered from the media and she thought she could hide it from them until she worked up the strength to handle their judgment and reproach.
“Who keeps calling you?” Tommy tried to look at her phone, but she
pulled it away.
“It’s not important.”
“If it’s not important, why do they keep calling?”
This time it was Tommy’s phone that chimed. “Why is your mother calling me?”
Jessi snatched the phone out of his hand before he could answer it.
“Why are you avoiding your mother?”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Tommy.” She tried to figure out a way to make him understand. “I haven’t exactly been telling you the truth.” Another deep sigh. “I haven’t been entirely honest.”
“Jessi, what the fuck is going on?”
“I never told my parents about Angel.”
His eyes fired at her. “You said you told them!”
“Not really.” She wrung her hands. “I just implied that I told them. I’m really sorry, baby.”
“I don’t understand. Why didn’t you tell them?”
“Because, I was afraid of their reaction.”
“You mean you’re embarrassed. After all the shit you always gave me for caring about what other people think, you’re the one who couldn’t tell your parents.”
Angel leaned closer to them. “Maybe we should discuss this in our room.”
Jessi didn’t care that everyone was listening. She only cared that Tommy was disappointed in her. When she made no move to continue the conversation in private, Angel slid in the booth next to her.
“Why didn’t you tell your parents, sweetheart? Tommy’s parents were accepting. His father’s still not exactly warm and fuzzy towards me, but it gets better every time I see him.”
“It’s different. Tommy’s their son. They had no choice.”
“Your parents will feel the same way. You’re their daughter.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about. It’s Tommy. And you. My parents are so different than yours, Angel. Even Tommy’s conservative parents are so much more liberal than mine. I know I should have told them, but whenever I talk to them, they’re on my back about something or other. And they’re always harassing me about going back to FIT and getting my degree. They don’t recognize that I got this great position with Falcon Records. They don’t understand that I don’t need my degree. I have a job designing merchandise for the band. I have my own line of custom made guitar straps that I’m trying to get off the ground. They don’t see any of that. They think I’m just a gopher for the band and that the only reason I got hired was because I’m Tommy’s wife. I couldn’t handle another lecture on the mess I made of my life.”
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