by Bianca Vix
Jett sure knows about it. His cock is rock hard even as he’s wrapped up in what he’s doing. It’s so fucking hot, the way Dylan’s long, thick cock penetrates Jett’s mouth. Both of their bodies are reacting to it, even though Dylan isn’t touching Jett, just lying back and taking everything he has to offer.
I can’t resist. Jett doesn’t even notice me sliding closer, not until I curl my fingers around his stiff cock.
Now that, he notices.
I stroke him lightly and he squirms, loving what I’m doing but not letting up on sucking Dylan. He’s got me curious again. Rearranging myself, I get my head down beside Jett’s. There’s no way he can fit Dylan’s entire cock into his mouth. There’s room for both of us.
Jett pulls off him. Gripping Dylan’s cock by the base, he offers it to me. Dylan groans as I close my lips over the head, sucking gently.
Over the next few minutes, Jett and I take turns sucking Dylan’s cock. Every time we switch, Jett gives me a long kiss.
Jett is the one on Dylan’s cock when his hips rise up. Right away Jett pulls off him, and he gives an annoyed grunt. Jett gives the base of his pulsing cock a firm squeeze in response.
“What do you think so far, Shayla?”
What do I think? I can’t think. All I can do is feel. “I think we’re not done yet.”
“Got that right.” Jett jumps up and off the bed. I can’t imagine what he’s doing until he gets back with a fistful of condoms. Coming back to us, he hands one over to Dylan, raising an eyebrow at me.
I understand his unasked question. As a reply, I trace my hand over my own bare hip, stopping just between my thighs. I open my legs up, just a little bit.
Jett trails his fingers up my thigh, taking hold of it. He moves it wider, an invitation for Dylan.
My pulse is speeding like a race car on a track, just about to win if it goes just that much faster. I’m going to be with Dylan again. He climbs between my legs, latex-covered cock ready and eager.
Not content just to hold my legs open for him, Jett swoops in, his tongue meeting my clit with a strong touch. In a second his head’s gone, replaced by his big hand. He parts my lips, holding me open for Dylan.
I’m so wet, Dylan glides his whole length inside of my aching body in one long, smooth stroke. My body responds to him, remembering everything about what it was like before.
It’s the same and yet so different. He’s himself but somehow more. Dylan’s barely pulled back when Jett tilts my head to face him, capturing my lips in a deep, hungry, all-consuming kiss. He can’t keep his hands off my breasts and when I can think straight again, I reach for his cock.
This is so hot, I’m afraid the bed might burst into flames at any moment.
Dylan’s pounding into me, wild and fast, already close to coming. I can’t believe he’s even held out this long, not after the extended blow job Jett and I gave him.
The moment Jett ends our kiss, Dylan picks up even more speed. I wrap my legs around him and Jett moves so he can reach between us. I can’t tell for sure but from the way Dylan reacts, I can guess that Jett’s squeezing his balls.
In seconds Dylan’s grunting, coming so hard I can feel every single pulse deep inside me. I’m close to losing control myself, but I’m not there yet. I don’t want this to be over, and now it doesn’t have to be. There’s another man, ready and willing to fill me up again.
Dylan gives me a kiss. I hug him in close until he has to pull away, easing out of me smoothly.
I’m on fire when Jett covers my body, his hard cock nudging against me. He’s as impatient as Dylan, being turned on for so long. Breathlessly I buck up to meet him as he thrusts deep.
Dylan stretches out beside me. He and I kiss until I’m moaning into his mouth. His fingers brush over my stiff nipples and every touch sends a jolt right between my thighs.
Jett’s driving into me harder, faster. My hips buck up to meet him as my need rockets higher.
“Come on, Jett. Give it to me.” His face twists as if my words alone are turning him on more.
I squeeze my eyes closed, gasping as someone touches my clit. Dylan. He’s barely started to stroke me there but it’s more than enough to get me off. I’m coming. Hard.
I’m riding my orgasm all the way, squeezing Jett’s cock tight. He groans, deep and guttural. My entire body is pulsing and exploding. He’s coming too and I’m so lost in the sensations storming over me, I’m almost unaware that my nails are digging into his back.
By the time Jett’s pulling out of me, I still haven’t caught my breath. Dylan’s still beside me, his grin a mile wide.
After he discards his condom, Jett comes in for a kiss. My heart gallops in my chest as Dylan leans close too, kissing us both. We switch, kissing each other, trying to kiss all at the same time until both guys have to flop down on their backs, one on either side of me.
“You guys wore me out.” Jett drapes his arm around me, so far over that he’s touching Dylan on my other side.
“You’re not the only one.” Dylan turns on his side, wrapping himself around me.
I’m covered in men.
They’re both asleep in like two minutes, leaving me wide awake. I can’t stop thinking about what we just did.
I want to do it again. But it’s more than that.
I don’t know what I expected from a night of threesome sex, but it sure wasn’t this. Not this overwhelming flood of feelings I didn’t even know I had in me. Familiar feelings, for both men. But not love. It can’t be.
Can it?
I don’t know if I want this. I’ve lost both of them before. How can I risk going through that again? It would be twice the reward, sure. But also twice the risk. I don’t think my heart could take losing either one of them again. Let alone both of them.
And doesn’t everything always end?
Chapter 15
Jett
“Bowling? Really?” Shayla gives me a skeptical look. “And in the morning?”
I give her a light smack on the ass. “It’s my day off. And Dylan’s. Time for some fun.”
“Like your jobs aren’t fun enough already? Besides, it’s just so nice out. How about something outside, like a walk?”
“Nobody walks in L.A. And we can go outside later. It’s not like we’ll spend the whole day here.”
“Yeah, right.”
Shayla knows me well enough not to believe that. She’s right. I could bowl all day, and I have. There’s just something about it that’s relaxing, in a way that nothing else is.
I’m not telling her what the rest of the day’s going to be about. That’s a surprise.
“Don’t tell me you’re into this too?” Shayla appeals to Dylan.
“Oh, yeah.” He’s almost as happy as it as I am.
“Sorry, Shayla. You’re outnumbered. Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”
The lanes are nearly empty this time of day, so we won’t be bothered. If anyone figures out who I am, they’ll probably just think I look like that guitarist from that band they know a couple songs from. Not actually me.
Dylan’s good. He and I are pretty evenly matched and we get right into competing with each other. Shayla lasts for a few frames before she wants out.
Everything’s resetting between games when she comes over and sits on my lap, stealing one of my fries. “Do you mind if I sit this one out?”
“Do you want to go already?” Dylan sounds disappointed. He and I are tied, and we have to break it.
“No. I don’t mind hanging out while you guys play.” She pats her bag. “I’ve got something to read, so I’m all good. Go on and play another round.”
“Game. You’re sure?”
She digs around and pulls out her tablet. “Very. I haven’t had a chance to read lately.”
Dylan and I almost tie again, but at the last minute he gets an extra point. One single point. I can’t believe it.
“Looks like you’ve met your match, Jett.” Shayla gives me a consolation hug. “Time to ret
ire.”
“Never. We’ll have a rematch tomorrow.”
“You could do it now,” Shayla says. “I don’t mind.”
I shake my head. “We’ve got other places to be.”
Dylan glances at the time. “Right. We do. Didn’t realize how late it’s getting.”
“Time for what?” Shayla stows her book back into her bag. “What’s next on the agenda?”
“You’ll see.” Dylan and I planned something that only Shayla could love. But if she can put up with bowling for me, I can put up with doing something for her. I want to make every minute of our time together count before she has to leave. “Let’s go.”
Traffic’s not bad, and we make good time. When we get out of the car, Shayla’s already surprised. “Where are we? Is this an actual park?”
“It sure is.”
“I didn’t think they had those in L.A.”
Dylan slides his arm around her. “Me neither.”
“Well, they do. And you’re going to like this one.” I’ve been here before. It’s been awhile, but every time we played here and I wanted to get away for a bit, I’d come by. The first time I did, all I could think about was how at home Shayla would be in a place like this. Pretty much every time since then, too.
She loves flowers and being outdoors. Plenty of all of that here. I’m more of a hang out in a smoky bar and watch the band kind of guy. But from time to time, I think I get what Shayla sees in nature.
I herd them over to the entrance. “It’s so beautiful.” She keeps stopping to look around, but there’s somewhere we need to be.
“Come on.” I plant a kiss on her sexy bare neck. “There’ll be lots of time to check it out. But right now, there’s something you need to see.”
Dylan and I each take her by the hand. He’s never been here before either, so I’m the one leading us down one of the small paths that looks like it doesn’t actually go anywhere.
It doesn’t take long before we’re in the right place.
“Welcome.” The man in the catering outfit steps back from the table. It’s even more impressive than I thought it would be when I booked this setup.
A round table with a white table cloth shifting in the light breeze is sitting in the centre of the clearing. It’s a great spot, completely surrounded by tall trees and thick bushes to give it privacy.
Everything’s ready to go. The table’s set, filled with china and polished silverware, along with a bottle of the best champagne they have to offer. In the centre is a vase of dahlias. Shayla’s favorite flowers.
“What is this?” She spins around to face me. “Is this…for us?”
“I thought you might like to have a picnic. Since it’s such a nice day and all.”
Shayla flashes a radiant smile. “This is a lot more than just a picnic. I’ve been to weddings that didn’t have this nice of a setup. You did all this?”
“Dylan came up with the idea. I ordered it. The staff here set it up.”
“Wow. You guys. It’s amazing. It’s almost too nice, really. Something like this should be for a really special occasion.”
“It’s not too nice. Nothing’s too nice for you.” Dylan pulls out a chair for Shayla. “And this is an occasion.”
She slips onto her chair carefully. “What kind? It’s not any of our birthdays.”
“A couple things.” Dylan opens the champagne. “For one thing, Tailspin’s latest record hit the charts.”
“Yeah, we’re in the Top 100 for the first time ever. Thanks to this tour, and the best sound tech in the business.”
“Oh, Jett. That’s amazing.” Shayla reaches over to give me a hug.
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. But that’s not the only big deal.” I take a breath. “This is for you. And us. All three of us. Being together. This is the best thing that could have happened. More than the tour, the festival, and the charts. And it’s something to celebrate.”
“Jett, I didn’t think you’d ever do anything like this. It’s just so wonderful. I would’ve never expected something this beautiful.”
“I’m full of surprises.” I lift my glass. “To us. And our future together.”
Normally I don’t go for the sweet stuff, but this champagne is pretty nice. Just as I’ve polished off the glass, a couple of caterers arrive at the table. They’re wheeling over a cart covered with food for our picnic.
“You guys are the best. I still can’t believe you went to all this trouble.” Shayla’s eyes are shining. I want to make sure she’s this happy all the time. Dylan’s right there with me. “I don’t deserve this.”
“Sure you do.” Dylan sets his glass on the table to give Shayla’s hand a squeeze. “If nothing else, you’re on vacation.”
“This is like no vacation I’ve had in my life. Touring around to stadiums with Tailspin. This…” She gestures around at the flower gardens sprawling all around us, a sea of green marked with bright blasts of color. “Not to mention the morning bowling.”
“It’s the life. Gotta enjoy it while we’ve got it.”
Shayla’s practically glowing. “Quite a life you’ve got going on, Jett.”
“This is only the beginning. For all of us. Oh, and there’s one other thing I want to tell you. I think it’s time to let everyone know we’re together.”
That’s the one thing I hadn’t told either one of them yet. That I want to be open about us.
Dylan’s eyes widen. “You sure you’re up for that? There’s no going back once it’s out there, you know.”
“Couldn’t be more sure of anything.”
He’s relieved. I didn’t really get just how much being open means to him. Now, it’s gonna be all good for all of us.
We start to eat, and I couldn’t be happier. Being out here with my girlfriend and my boyfriend is the best feeling in the world. And making both of them happy too, in any way I can.
Life is good.
Back at the hotel, we head up to my room. We’re walking down the hall when one of the doors opens as we walk by it. Startled, I find myself face to face with Zac.
“Hey, man.”
His eyes roam from me to Shayla to Dylan. “You got a sec?”
“Yeah, I guess.” I hand my room key over to Dylan. “See you guys in a minute.”
I go with Zac into his room. He lets the door fall closed behind us, then leans against it.
“What’s up, Zac?” I’m impatient to join Dylan and Shayla.
“That’s what I wanted to ask you.” Peeling himself off the door, Zac goes to the fridge and grabs a beer. “You want one?”
“Not now. What are you talking about?” I haven’t told him or anyone else about me and Shayla and Dylan yet. But he’s a sharp guy.
He tilts his head towards the door. “You and Shayla. Officially back together?”
“Yeah.”
“Good for you. What’s going on with Dylan?”
I straighten up. I guess if I’m going to be open about us now, I might as well start with the least judgemental guy I know. “We’re involved too. Dylan and I. And Shayla. All three of us. We’re all together.”
His expression doesn’t even change. “Uh huh.”
It’s pretty much how I expected Zac to react. “That all? You want details?”
He makes a face. “Of course not. No way. I don’t care who you’re fucking. But I do care about the band’s rep. And the fact that we’re going to be playing Sound Off soon enough. What’re you gonna do about that?”
“What do you mean? What’s there to do?”
Zac takes a long drink of his beer. “I mean, Ian and his band are going to be there. He’s pretty outspoken about hating gays. You and Dylan, he’ll have a field day over that. Trash you and Tailspin. You ready for that? Because I don’t want anything to go wrong down there. The tour’s going too well to let anything fuck it up now.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t know they were gonna be at Sound Off. What are they, a late addition?”
“Guess so
.”
“Still. What would he care?”
Zac gives me a look like I’m clueless. “If you don’t know, you need to look him up. See what he’s done to other people and bands he decides he doesn’t like.”
“Okay, I will.”
“I mean it, Jett. He plays dirty.”
I don’t really know what Zac’s talking about. I’ll check it out later. Right now, I’ve got two people I need to be with.
“I’ll do it. I gotta go now.”
Zac shoots me a look. “This is important, Jett.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.” He’s downing the rest of his beer as I leave. He’s more serious than I’ve ever seen him. I meant what I said. If he’s this bothered about it, it must be important.
I’ll get to it later. Right now, I’ve got to get to bed.
Chapter 16
Shayla
I rest my head back against Jett’s chest. “What difference does it make?”
“Ian and his band are pretty open about hating gays. I don’t think they’ll pick up on the finer points of being bisexual.” Dylan drapes his arm over me.
“Even if they do, they wouldn’t care. We’re in a threesome, that alone will be more than enough to freak them out. On top of the fact that we fuck guys.” Jett’s more tense than I’ve ever seen him.
I rub his arm. “Sure, but so what? What can they do? Tailspin’s part of the festival, it’s not like they can stop you from playing.”
“Ian can fuck things up if he wants to. If he decides he hates us, there’s a lot he can do. Spread rumors, true or not. Get all kinds of negative attention on us. Once something’s out there, it’s nearly impossible to stop it. Our show could get fucked up, sure. But our sales could fall, we could get blacklisted from other tours. Anything.”
I rub my hands over the two men lying beside me. There’s not much time before Jett and Dylan have to get to the stadium. I want to lie in bed with them right up until the very last minute. “Sure, but who’s really going to have a problem with you two being bi, or if they call you gay? Not a lot of people these days. Who cares that much?”