Groupie (Rock-Hard Beautiful Book 1)

by C. M. Stunich

  “Or maybe just that guy's cock?” I joke as I catch sight of the Dom slapping her sub's erect shaft with a purple and black whip. Even though the man's blindfolded and gagged, I can see his body ripple with ecstasy. “He's not really my type, you know.”

  “What is your type then, honey?” Ran whispers as he slides his hands down the front of my dress and I gasp, clenching my thighs together when his fingers curl beneath the hem. The touch of his fingertips on my bare skin is almost too much, this vibrant heat pouring through him and into me. My eyes flick up and meet Muse's, sending another shock of rampant excitement arcing through me.

  “You fucking twats.”

  Both Ransom and I jump when Pax opens the door and steps into the room, his shirt unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose around his neck. He kicks it closed behind him and tears the aubergine silk off, crumpling it up and shoving it in the pocket on his jacket.

  “What the hell are you languishing back here for? The real party's up front.”

  Pax saunters over to the window and parks his tattooed hands in his pockets.

  “Well, well,” he tsks as he studies the couple in the room below, glancing over at the three of us, “now I see. Come to pay homage to your voyeuristic tendencies, Ran?”

  “Don't start,” Ran growls, still holding me possessively against his chest.

  Pax ignores him, turning around and walking over to the wall with all the paddles and ropes hanging off it. He takes down a red leather flogger in his hands and snaps it tight between them. I try to tell myself that the sight doesn't turn me on at all … but it kind of does.

  “You're in here with all these lovely things and you haven't touched any of them?” Pax asks, turning around, smirking with that perfect sharp mouth of his. “Come 'ere, Lilith,” he says and even though he sounds cold and cruel, I want to go to him.

  “She wants to know about Korney,” Ran says and Pax sighs like he's completely put out by the whole thing. Also, he's very clearly drunk.

  “It's not a particularly interesting story,” Pax says, climbing on the bed and patting it with his palm. “But if you come over here, I'll tell it to you. I want to spank that perfect white little ass of yours and see it turn red.” He winks at me, and even though he's acting playful and nonchalant, there's heat in his expression when he looks at me.

  “Fuck off, Paxton,” Ran whispers, letting go of me and turning toward the bed like he's ready for yet another confrontation with Pax. “Why don't you just tell her how you fucked by girlfriend to get back at me for something I didn't do?”

  “Oh? Is that how you see it?” Pax asks nonchalantly as Muse tucks his fingers into his pockets and looks between the two men. “Well, you seduced the girl I'd been in love with since I was sixteen—”

  “I never slept with Chloe,” Ran says tiredly, like this is a line he's repeated hundreds—maybe even thousands—of times. “We fell for each other, that's it. Nothing happened. We weren't going to do anything until she'd broken up with Pax,” he says, looking at me now, wanting and pleading with his eyes for me to believe him. I feel like Ran needs someone on his side … but so does Pax.

  I cross my arms over my chest and listen to the thumping bass beat trill through the floor and up through the heels of my black boots.

  “Yeah? I'm supposed to believe that shite am I? Six years together and she breaks up with me because she fancies you? What a load of bullshit.”

  “I never fucked her!” Ran yells, raising his voice for the first time since I met him. He tosses his hood up and glares daggers at Pax. “At some point, you're just going to have to accept that you fucked up, sweetheart.”

  It takes me a second to realize he's still talking to Pax. And he called him sweetheart. It'd be cute if the two of them weren't so fucking tragic.

  “But you won't, will you? Because if you do, you'll have to accept that Chloe and Harper died in an accident, that you have no right to make me the enemy anymore. And then you'll have to accept that you kicked me when I was down for no goddamn good reason at all.”

  “You fucked my girlfriend; I fucked yours. At least Kortney didn't die afterwards.”

  Pax cocks up a knee and slaps the leather whip against the velvet blanket covering the bed.

  “Maybe if you come over here, I'll spank you, too, Ran? I wouldn't mind beating the shit out of you with one of these things.”

  “Go to hell, Paxton,” Ransom says quietly, turning and heading for the door. He throws it open in Cope's surprised face and then takes a small step back. “What?”

  “Just wanted to see what you guys were up to,” he says and then spots the couple through the window, raising both brows in surprise. “Ah.”

  “Don't you read about this shit all the time?” Pax drawls as Cope steps in and closes the door behind him. Pax reclines back into the sea of leather pillows, laying the whip across his lap. “There's a whole drawer of this shit in the Bat Cave, isn't there?”

  Cope just smiles and doesn't say anything, his eyes alighting on mine for a moment before he refocuses back on the action below.

  “We should get out of here soon. Saw a couple paps in the crowd,” he says and I raise my eyebrows, pretending I don't notice Pax watching me and playing with the leather tails of the flogger.

  “Paps?” I ask as Ran leans against the wall and lets his hood cover his face.

  “Paparazzi,” Cope says, smiling bemusedly as he lets his attention drift from the view of the room below, back to me, and then over at Pax. “You guys playing around in here without me?” he asks and I get this shivery little thrill racing down my spine.

  “We just came to watch,” Ran whispers from inside his hood, but Pax's laughter cuts through the sound.

  “If Lilith would get her lily white ass over here, we could get started.”

  “Who says I'm even into this stuff?” I ask, studying Ran, exchanging a look with Muse. He knows Ransom better than I do. Is he going to have another breakdown? I know if I had someone like Pax on my ass all the time, I'd probably be hiding inside my hood, too.

  “Your hard nipples, dilated pupils, and the way you keep licking your damn lips, that's who.”

  Pax slides off the edge of the bed and grabs me around the wrist, pulling me toward him, and wrapping a hand in my hair. When he kisses me, he tastes like brandy again, like he did that first night. It should turn me off considering he was such a damn jerk then, but even when he's being cruel, I can see his pain. Stupid as it sounds, I want to comfort him, drown all of those feelings until they float away and leave him in peace.

  “Well the gang's all here, right?” Pax whispers when he breaks my kiss and challenges someone over my shoulder with a steely eyed glare. Only person that could be is Ransom. “You've got all four of us in thrall right now. Might as well use us then?”

  “I wouldn't trust you to top someone on a good day,” Ran growls from over my shoulder, making me shiver. “You're too fucking awful.”

  “Oh, rubbish,” Pax says, making me gasp when he shoves up the fabric of my shirt-dress. “I don't want to play any of your stupid little dominance games. I just want to fuck Lilith—and smack her ass with this whip.”

  I gasp when he hits me on the back of the thighs with the leather flail. It's barely a brush, but the sensation turns my knees to jelly. Holy crap. Suddenly I'm very much aware of the situation, of the fact that I do have all four men in a private room full of … toys.

  “How long do we have this room for?” I ask, pushing Paxton away slightly and glancing back at Ransom, trying to get a read on his expression.

  “Long enough,” he says, voice still low and then he reaches out and takes the whip from Pax's fingers, making his friend's blonde brows raise up.

  “Hold on a sec,” I say as I take a small step back and look between them, grab a quick glance back at Muse and Cope. They're hanging back, watching the situation with interest. Both of them have strange, almost wry smiles on their faces when they exchange a look. “What's the hurry then?” I
ask, taking the whip back from Ran and lifting a hand to his face.

  Gently, I push the hood back and press my mouth softly to his, just a peck before I pull away and do the same to Pax, sliding the whip across his cheek before I kiss him, too. It's like kissing night and day, two halves of the same cycle. Ran tastes like kindness with a healthy dose of anger simmering underneath, while Pax tastes like cruelty over pain.

  It's a lot to take in.

  I kiss Ran again, deeper this time, sliding my tongue against his, loving the feel of his hand sliding up my back. Pax makes a sound and I switch back to him, letting that wicked sharp mouth take over mine. And then when I pull back, I take him with me, drawing us together in a three-way kiss, just mouths and tongues and heat.

  I can feel my body responding to the hot warmth on either side of me, the rigid cocks pressed up against me, the sounds emanating from each guy's throat. They might be pissed off at each other—might even hate each other—but right now, they both want me and that gives them some common ground.

  I pull back and take the whip with me, dropping down to my knees between them.

  “Don't stop,” I plead as I look up and pop the buttons on Ran's skinny jeans, on Pax's aubergine slacks. “You stop, I stop,” I say as they stare at each other and Pax makes a face.

  “Oh, what the fuck. I want my cock sucked,” he says with a shrug, putting a tattooed hand on the back of Ran's neck and kissing him like he's still kissing me. Ransom goes completely stiff, so I go down on him first to relax him, freeing his hard shaft from his jeans and sliding my mouth over the head. My other hand finds Pax inside his slacks and frees him, too. I take a brief moment to slick my tongue over Paxton's cock so I have plenty of lube to work with and start pumping him with my hand.

  Stuck between cruel and kind right now. That's where I am. And it's a beautiful fucking place to be. When I glance up, I can see Ran and Pax kissing, and although there's a definite tension there, they don't stop.

  So I keep my promise and keep going, switching my mouth to Pax, using my hand on Ran.

  When I glance back to look for Cope and Muse, I find them lying on the bed. Cope's leaning into the pillows with his hand in his jeans and Muse is lying on his stomach, watching us.

  “That's a serious feat, Cutie,” he whispers and then he rolls onto his back and puts his hand under the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. Just knowing that I've got four fucking guys hanging on everything that I do makes me feel like a goddamn princess … or a queen. They all want to fuck me; they all want to please me.

  Ending up at the concert, it doesn't feel like an accident right now. It feels like fucking fate.

  I work Pax and Ran until I feel fingers curl in my hair. Surprisingly, it's Ransom, not Paxton, getting my attention, making me look at him.

  “On the bed,” he rasps and then lets go of my hair, stepping back from Pax and me with a small, rough sounding sigh. “I can't take this anymore.”

  “Is my mouth too much for you?” Pax quips, stepping back and joining Cope and Muse up on the velvet blankets. “Apparently I have the same effect on men that I have on women. Thank you for being the first bloke I ever fucking kissed,” Pax says with a cruel laugh, grabbing me before I can decide what to do next. He throws me over his lap and steals the whip from my hand. “I did what you wanted. Now you'll do what I want,” he growls out, tugging down my black panties. “Knickers off,” he demands and I shiver as I feel fingers sliding the lingerie down my legs.

  It's Cope.

  He meets my eyes for a moment and then tosses the ball of black lace aside just before I feel the sharp sting of the leather flogger on my ass. I can see it, too, making the round, white curve of my ass jiggle with the motion. A sharp gasp escapes my lips and then a giggle.

  “Not hard enough?” Pax drawls, not at all put off by my laughter as I turn my head back around and drop my forehead to the bed. I'm draped over his lap, his knees up, the whip cracking and connecting with my skin again. This time it's a little harder and not quite as funny.

  “Oh,” I gasp as he smacks me again and I try not to squirm in his suit covered lap. I think about that supposed drawer full of toys in the Bat Cave and I get really excited. I mean, I already got to witness firsthand the toy that Ran used on me. What else is in there? “That feels … really good.” My lips part as I feel fingertips sliding up the insides of my thighs. “Harder,” I say and then bite down on the blanket as the whip stings my skin again and brings goose bumps up all over my body.

  And then suddenly there are just all these ideas in my head, all of these things that I never knew I wanted to do until now.

  These two weeks are going to go by fast.

  Pax curls his fingers in my hair and lifts my head up, leaning in to press his mouth to my ear.

  “Tell me you want my bare cock first,” he whispers and I go completely stiff. I'm both exhilarated and terrified at the idea of doing it without a condom. But I won't let Kevin scar me for life. I saw the boys' results; they saw mine. We're completely safe right now.

  I take a deep breath.

  “I don't care who's first,” I whisper and Pax lifts me up like I weigh nothing, tucking my bare ass in his lap as he holds me and leans against the sea of pillows.

  “Well I do,” he tells me with a smirk, running his tongue up my throat. “Get on your knees.”

  “Who put you in charge?” Ran growls, drawing my attention back to the other boys. He's still cloaked in his sleeveless hoodie, but the hood's pulled down for once. Muse is lying on his side with his leather zip-up hoodie open, exposing his bare chest and tummy and the few bat tattoos that drift over his left pec while Cope's lying next to Pax and me, fingering the whip and watching us curiously.

  “Lilith did,” Pax says matter-of-factly, meeting my gaze with his grey eyes and waiting for me to say something in response. “Didn't you, Lil?”

  It's the first time any of the boys uses less than my full name; I like it. It sounds familiar, like I actually belong here with these guys.

  “Prove Ran wrong, Pax,” I whisper in his ear, feeling his hands tighten around my waist, “prove that you can be in charge without being cruel.” To me, it's as clear as day why Paxton acts the way he acts. He misses his sister, yes, but he misses Chloe, too. A lot. “Make me feel good, Pax,” I say, a little louder, the sound of wild drums pummeling us through the speakers. “But you have to make them feel good, too. That's my challenge.”

  “Is it then?” Pax asks, reaching up to pull his loose tie out of his pocket and smirking wickedly again. It's not as cold this time though. There's some heat to his expression now. “Challenge accepted,” he growls and then he wraps the purple tie around my eyes, the silk sliding against my shuttered lids, the sensation making me shake with adrenaline. “Like I said, on your fucking knees, Lilith Tempest Goode.”

  Feeling my way off Pax's lap, I face the end of the bed, the sound of my breath seemingly louder in the sudden darkness, my fingers curled in the blankets.

  “Boys, pick your poison,” Pax says authoritatively, proving that even if this is just a game, he really is the one that's in charge of this band. “Something off the wall.”

  I gasp and bite my lower lip.

  “You're okay, honey?” Ransom asks, his gentle fingers on my chin. Somehow, I can tell it's him from the touch alone.

  “More than okay,” I whisper and feel the bed jostle beneath me, my heart racing like crazy in my chest, feeling ridiculously exposed in this position, all dressed up but missing my panties, my cunt exposed to the pulsing warm air of the club dungeon.

  “Like I said,” Pax tells me, his warm body suddenly pressed up tight against my ass. I can feel his cock slicking up my cunt, teasing the exposed wetness of my folds. “If you want me to stop, just say it. I'm not into this kinky shit the way Ransom is.”

  “Go to hell, Pax,” he whispers, but then there's another jostling motion and Pax puts some more space between us.

  All the places he just touched
feel cold now, making me feel even more exposed all of a sudden.

  I'm putting a ton of fucking trust into these guys and it's scaring the shit out of me. I don't know them at all. And now they know that there's nobody in this world that cares about me, that knows where I am or would give a crap if I disappeared.

  My heart starts to thunder in a different way, but I force myself to take several, deep slow breaths. I'm being ridiculous; these guys are famous rockstars. They're probably worth millions and besides, I've looked into each one of their gazes and seen something of myself in them. There's no way they'd do anything horrible to me. No, I trust them.

  But don't you dare try this shit at home.

  My life is … mine to risk.

  I make a small sound and then feel the hard press of a paddle caressing my ass.

  “Ready?” Pax asks and I nod.

  The paddle disappears and then with a rush of air, it's back, cracking against my skin, making my body tingle and flush. It feels like all the blood in my body is rushing back to meet it, kissing the sharp sting of the leather paddle.

  I bite my lip and drop my head, curling my fingers into the blankets, taking low, deep breaths. Ransom said this kind of stuff wasn't sexual for him … but it is for me. At least right now, with these four men in this room, it is.

  With each smack of the paddle, I feel myself getting wetter, more desperate. I want to feel Pax fuck with me his bare cock, come inside of me, claim me so I don't feel so guilty claiming him right back.

  I assume it's him that's in charge of the spanking, but maybe not? I can't see anything, can only hear the sound of my own breath, the smack of the paddle, and the dubstep coming from the main part of the club. Whoever's in charge, they seem to know exactly how far to take it before I ask them to stop, putting aside the paddle and caressing my stinging cheeks with soft, gentle fingers.

  No, there's no way that's Paxton.

  My throat gets tight with excitement as I realize I'm not exactly sure who is going to fuck me right now—something that would normally be a terrifying prospect but these are my boys, my men. At least that's what they'll become. For me, they'll be my night stars and I'll be their moon. It just wouldn't be night without all of us there to shimmer and shine.