by Lily Harlem
“So am I, fuck, too soon.” Suddenly Jed pulled out.
I wailed in complaint and dragged at his shoulders.
Chris chuckled. “How about you ride me for a minute or two, Lacy?”
He was on the third sofa, the one by the TV screen. He was naked and lying on his back, cock jutting upward. He looked every bit the rock legend. He had a dense black tat on his right shoulder—a skull wearing headphones and shades—and words looping beneath his throat, something in Latin. His hair was tousled, he had two thick silver bands around his left wrist and another tattoo on his right calf, beneath the hairs. I thought it was a compass but couldn’t be sure.
And his offer of a ride, that I couldn’t refuse.
Jed was holding his cock, his thumb over the slit, and he was breathing heavy. He appeared to be concentrating on not coming.
I stood, walked naked to Rich and kissed him, then did the same to Nial. “You boys okay?”
“Never better.” Rich’s pupils were wide.
“Don’t keep the guy waiting.” Nial winked. “He wants you. I love how much they both want you, and you’re ours, all ours.”
“Always.”
Smiling, I sashayed, ass swaying, to Chris.
He pulled a condom on, then held the root of his shaft.
I crawled over him, committing every second to memory—the heat of his skin, his leg hairs rubbing on my flesh, the scent of his minty-champagne breath, and the feel of his long, hard body roped with lean muscle beneath me.
He reached for me, pulling me down by the nape of my neck. My pussy hovered above the tip of his cock.
“Sit on me, ride me,” he whispered.
I didn’t need telling twice. I took him into my pussy, seating myself slowly, teasing us both.
He groaned against my lips, his eyes fluttering shut, his long, dark lashes casting small shadows on his cheeks.
“Good girl.” Jed was at my side, his hands roaming my back. “The poor guy has been obsessing about you all day. He needs this.”
“So do I. Oh…” I hit full depth, Chris’s long cock nudging a place high inside of me.
He clutched my hips, but kept my face close to his. “Now, ride. Make us both come.”
I set up a firm grind, rubbing my clit on his body.
Rich stood naked in my peripheral vision.
Another clattering roll of thunder shook the trailer. The windows illuminated as lightning turned night to day for a few seconds.
On and on I rode Chris. The pressure was building. Soon I’d come again.
“I want you here.” As Jed had spoken, he stroked between the cleft of my buttocks to my asshole.
I stilled.
There, really? I’ve only ever let Rich and Nial touch me there.
“Is that okay?” Jed paused. “With all three of you?”
“Whatever Lacy wants,” Nial said.
“Yeah, whatever she wants.” Rich was closer now and he stroked his hand over my hair. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I looked up at him.
“And do you have an answer for Jed?”
Jed circled my asshole then applied a tiny bit of pressure to the center.
A shot of lust sparkled through my body—the remembered sensation of having a cock in my ass. It was what I wanted. “Yes, yes… do it.”
The finger, greased with lube, slid in.
“Fuck, you’re tight, you’re going to hug my cock like a noose.”
I groaned as Jed’s knuckles pressed onto my ass cheek, his finger deep inside.
“Get in and let’s all fuck,” Chris said, in the sexiest, throatiest voice I’d ever heard from him. “Now.” He caught my mouth in another of his devastating kisses.
And while he kissed me, Jed worked my ass, lubing me up, stretching me. Getting the taut ring of muscle ready for his cock.
Damn, can I take him? With Chris in my pussy?
I was sure I could. I’d taken both Rich and Nial before.
“You’re going to have to relax,” Rich said, a tinge of worry in his voice.
I broke the kiss and looked up at him. “I can do that.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m going in.” Jed pulled his finger out then maneuvered behind me, his palms on my ass cheeks.
“Take it slow, Jed,” Rich said.
“’Course I will.” Jed stilled. “If you need us to stop, Lacy, just—”
“I know, I know…I’ll tell you.” The anticipation was killing me. I was becoming mindless with want. “Just do it.”
Chris chuckled. “She always this impatient?”
Rich cupped my chin and grinned, there was pride in his eyes now, not concern. “She’s a feisty little minx when she’s turned on and not getting what she wants.”
Was I?
Perhaps I was.
I was about to speak, but the words caught on my tongue. Jed’s cock was pressing insistently at my asshole. I bore down and he gained entry, his slippery glans widening my hole as he stretched me to the point a nip of pain had me gasping and squirming.
“You can do it.” Rich stroked my hair again. “Relax and take him.”
“Yeah, we’ve got you,” Chris said, kissing my throat.
“Ah, Jesus…” Nial groaned.
I recognized his guttural tone and would bet good money on him being close to coming as he masturbated and watched me being double penetrated.
“You’ve done it,” Jed said, his voice as taut as any guitar string. “Now just let me…”
As he’d spoken he’d slid in, pushing forward. The dense, thick filling had me arching my back and moaning long and low.
“Damn, I can feel your dick, Jed.” Chris sucked in a breath.
“Yeah, don’t like that too much.” Jed huffed.
“Oh…oh…is that it…?” I gasped, my attention still glued on Rich’s face. He was my anchor, my lover, my best friend and my protector.
“Yeah, I’m in.” Jed ran his hand up my back and gripped my shoulder. “Now for the really good part. You ready?”
I nodded and closed my eyes. “Yes.” My entire body was buzzing with need. I wanted to pump and grind, have those two cocks drive me to orgasm and then come wild and feral around them.
“Lacy, open up.” Rich’s voice.
I opened my eyes.
Rich had his cock out and was holding it so the tip was almost brushing my lips.
I knew what he wanted.
I stretched my jaw wide, awaiting the familiar flavor of his cock.
He slid it in, his glans smooth and shiny on my tongue.
“Jesus Christ,” Chris moaned, gripping my hips and encouraging me to grind on him again.
I did. Jed gasped, half pulled out of my ass, then slid back in.
I struggled to catch my breath. I was so full, so heavily penetrated. I hardly knew where they stopped and I began.
But what I did know was that we’d all come very soon.
The sweet salt of pre-cum laced my tongue and I started to move, slowly at first, then building to a fast tempo.
The pressure was mounting in my clit, pussy and ass. My nipples dragged on Chris’s chest. My mouth was chock-full of cock.
“Come, all of you come,” Nial said breathlessly.
The sound of flesh on flesh—slapping, sliding, rubbing—combined with an almighty crash from the heavens. Bright lights flashed around the room, in my head, through my body.
I was on fire, the flames being stoked by every pump and grind. And then it was there, a huge orgasm so powerful I wondered if I’d even survive it.
I held my breath, my body hostage to ecstasy. And then it crashed through me, sending my limbs into spasm and my ass and pussy into a tidal wave of blissful contractions.
“Ah, I’m coming,” Chris shouted.
Jed’s cock pulsated as he claimed his pleasure.
Rich pulled from my mouth, cum spurting from his cock into his hand. He groaned and ran his fingers into my hair, holding my head as he rubbed out his climax.
The sting of the hickey combined with every other luscious sensation careering through my body.
I jerked and writhed, twitching around the two cocks in me, and finally dragged in a deep breath.
“You were sensational, Lacy,” Nial said, awe in his voice. “Fucking spectacular.”
Chapter Eight
Six Months Later
“Are you ready?” Ted, our manager, asked me.
I nodded then tapped my hair. It was red now and for this performance in Edinburgh I’d had it piled up into a beehive style. I had on black lipstick and winged black eyeliner. My dress was vintage and I had a new tattoo on my forearm, more musical notes along with a moon and stars.
Rich gripped my hand. “Break a leg.”
“And you.”
“I’ve been looking forward to this crowd,” Nial said, stroking my neck. “They’re going to love you.”
“I hope so.” Pre-gig jitters were still all consuming, but I was learning that they went after the first few beats, so I tried to get through them the best I could.
“And without further ado, allow me to introduce our support act,” Chris shouted to the crowd. “Not that they need any introduction—they’ve been claiming top spots in the charts for the last few months—here they are, Sliders. Give them a warm welcome and I’ll see you later.”
The crowd roared and Chris jogged off the stage.
“For you.” Jed placed something in my hand.
“What is it?” I uncurled my fingers. It was a small silver musical note earring. “Aww, thanks.”
“I saw it and thought of you.” He shrugged and watched me slip the earring into a spare hole on my right lobe. “But then, I’m always thinking of you.”
“I’m glad.” I swept my lips over his. “Because I’m always thinking of you too.”
He smiled.
“Hey, stop that, you’re on.” Chris slapped his hand on Jed’s shoulder. “Get going, Lacy.”
“I’m going.” I laughed over the sound of the crowd who were stomping now.
Rich and Nial ran onto the stage. They always went on first.
I was just about to dash after them when Chris grabbed my wrist.
“What?” I asked.
He smiled. “I love you to the moon and back, you know that, right?”
“Yeah, and I love you too.” I kissed him, hard and fast, an urgent press of lips, then turned and dashed onto the stage.
Life was good.
Life couldn’t be better.
And as I raised my arms to wave at the crowd who were screaming and jumping up and down, I wondered at the four rock stars in my life.
They were all mine. Each and every one of them. So much for a night of fun, and no strings. Now I loved them all and they loved me. It wasn’t something I could have predicted. But then again I hadn’t predicted Moon and Back being a chart-topping hit for the last twelve weeks either, or getting our first solo gig booked at Wembley Arena. But it had happened. All of it.
And I was one hell of a lucky woman.
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