The Wild Interview

by K. A Knight

  “That’s right, ride him baby,” Kingston croons, his hands coming around me from behind and covering my breasts.

  Throwing my head back I turn it to the side, and he covers my lips as Liam takes over, lifting me and dropping me harder and harder as Kingston’s hand delves deeper and flicks my clit.

  I come apart with a scream which he swallows, Liam drops me and yells, thrusting into me harder as he comes, holding me to him tight, like I might escape. Pulling away from Kingston’s mouth I pant and lean back against him.

  “Now that you are all wet, it’s my turn.” His chest moves with the rumble of his voice, making me clench around Liam’s softening cock. He groans as Kingston lifts me from him and throws me down on the bed next to him. Still panting from Liam, I drop my thighs open, licking my lips at the pure fucking powerhouse that is Kingston.

  He’s huge all over. Muscles upon muscles stretch across dark onyx skin, glistening in the light. Even after just having Liam and two orgasms, I feel my need spiralling higher, wanting him.

  Licking my lips I eye his massive cock, he strokes it from base to tip as he watches me. “You want this, dirty girl?

  “Yes,” I moan, running my own hands down my body, intent on touching myself to relieve some of this pent-up pressure before I explode.

  He moves faster than I can blink, pinning my hands on the pillow and smashing his mouth to mine. The kiss is hard and fast before he pulls away.

  “Only I get to touch you,” he orders. Switching his grip on my hands to just one, he runs the other down the valley between my breasts, to swirl around my belly button before heading straight down my wet pussy. He doesn’t stop, he circles my ass before heading back up.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demands.

  “You, fuck. I want you to fuck me, hard and fast,” I growl back, sick of games.

  “Good.” Lifting my hips with one hand, he lines up and slowly pushes in, forcing a gasp from my throat. Fuck, his massive cock stretches me like never before, and he isn't even halfway in.

  He goes slow, pushing in until I’m writhing beneath him, needing it all. He stops when he bottoms out, forcing me to lie there as his cock twitches inside of my pussy. It feels like he’s everywhere, touching places inside of me I didn’t even know I had. I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. Wrapping my legs around his waist I kick his ass, trying to get him to move.

  “I thought you were going to fuck me hard and fast?” I goad.

  He pulls out slowly before ramming back in, forcing me back into the bed.

  “You were saying?” He winks and I grin up at him.

  “That all you got?” I tease, running my feet down his thick thighs.

  His eyes narrow at me as he pulls out, before hammering back into me, each thrust harder than before, breaking that control and just letting go. Groaning, I throw my head back.

  Fuck.

  I have no choice but to hold on, letting him fuck me like I’m his, and maybe I am, because it sure as shit feels like he’s branding me at this moment.

  “Kingston,” I moan, the sound of wet skin slapping together as sweat drips down me. Eyes on him, I lean up and lick a line across his sweaty chest, and his thrusts falter for a moment before he grunts. Letting go of my hands, he drags my hips up. Bending my knees, I plant my feet on his shoulders.

  The angle is so much deeper and there’s a hint of pain that only mixes with the pleasure.

  “I’m so close,” I cry, pushing down, seeking oblivion.

  “Come all over my cock for me,” he grits out, his teeth clenched from holding his own orgasm back.

  Liam crawls over, having recovered, and sucks my nipple into his mouth. Like his words are the trigger and with Liam working with him... I let go, screaming my release as I tremble beneath him. He follows me, his roar loud enough that I know everyone else will have heard.

  He collapses on me, slightly to the side so not to crush me, and we all just lie in a sweaty pile.

  “Holy shit, I get why they call you the stallion now,” I huff out, and they both laugh and I join in.

  Groaning, I turn over and lay my chin on Liam’s thigh, looking up at him and Kingston. “How long do we have before we need to leave?” I ask, not wanting to move and check my phone.

  Yesterday was like a dream, but now all the thoughts are crowding my head again. Of everything I need to get ready for tonight's show, all the emails I need to send, the spreadsheets to update, posts for social media. Scrubbing my face, I sigh. “Not yet six,” Kingston rumbles, leaning down and running his fingers along my face, tracing the lines he finds there from my frowning.

  I kiss his fingers and lay my head to the side on Liam’s thigh, I still have time before I need to get up, so I plan to enjoy that while I still can. The next two weeks are going to be even busier, with back to back shows and travelling during the night. Luckily at the end of the two weeks, we get a week off before the next show.

  I watch them with a smile dancing on my lips. They look so relaxed, even with each other being naked and so close. I’ve always wondered if Liam liked men as well, but he doesn’t even glance at Kingston. I’ve seen him and Leo together though and they are definitely flirty. I wonder if he just likes who he likes? Which would be amazing.

  “What’s your deal?” I ask, reaching out and running my hand through the hair on Kingston’s leg, tracing patterns.

  “What do you mean?” Liam questions, reaching down and playing with my hair.

  “Well, I know about Damon’s fiancée, I know about Blake’s shitty upbringing. I even know a little about Leo’s family, but you two have never mentioned yours.”

  Liam hums as Kingston turns on his side and snuggles down so we’re closer. “Not much to tell on my front.” He grabs my hand and starts playing with my fingers. “I’m close with my family. My mum raised me alone, I have two younger sisters who would adore you. I love them, even when they forced me to play dress up. I didn’t meet the guys until later on in school, when Blake saw me getting bullied.” He looks ashamed.

  “Wait, someone bullied you?” I ask incredulously, looking over his huge body.

  “I’m a gentle giant darlin’ and back then I was scrawny as hell. I always had my nose in a new book, lost in the words. I didn’t want to fight back, I just left them to it, but Blake and Leo stepped in one day. Blake was the badass of school, all the boys were afraid of him so they stopped pretty quick. After that they went out of their way to pull my nose out of my books until I became their friend.”

  Leaning forward I kiss his chin. “I would have stuck up for you,” I promise.

  “I’m betting you were the popular kid.” He laughs and I grin.

  “Guilty as charged. I wasn't a bitch though, I just got on with everyone. I never understood the cliques, I just floated in-between. What about you, Liam?”

  Shifting my head, I look up at Liam who’s watching us with a soft expression on his face. The look is so tender it takes my breath away. “What about me, Angel?”

  “What were you like when you were younger? I’m betting on the jokester.” He grins at me, twirling my hair around his finger.

  “Pretty much! I’m an only child so I was spoilt rotten. We never had a lot of money, but whenever they did, they spent it on me. So I could have everything I wanted. They drilled the importance of working hard and enjoying life. I used to see the way my parents grew heartbroken when they realised they couldn’t afford something for me. Mamma’s a nurse, Dad’s a prison officer. We’re a close family, I still go home whenever I can for a home-cooked meal.” His face looks faraway, and I can feel the longing.

  “How long has it been since you last saw them?” I ask, biting my bottom lip.

  “Since before you came, Mum works a lot, as does Dad.” His cheeks heat as he concentrates on his hand.

  “What?” I question curiously.

  “It’s silly,” he murmurs, and I reach up and capture his hand, bringing his attention back to me.
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br />   “Uh uh, I’ll be the judge of that. Tell me?” I demand, needing to know everything about these men that have taken over my life.

  He blows out a breath. “Promise not to laugh?”

  “Always,” I reply, then wince. “Unless it’s you getting hit in the face with a flying dildo again.”

  He laughs, his thigh shaking beneath me, but I see a bit of his usual attitude returning and that had been my aim.

  “I just want to earn enough money so I can pay off their mortgage, you know? Money never really mattered to me, I’m not big on material things, but I don't want them working so hard. I wish I could give them that peace of mind, look after them the way they looked after me.”

  I suck in a breath, tears pooling in my eyes at the shuttered look on his face, like he expects me to judge him or mock him for that. Most men dream of fame and money, this one dreams of security for his family. I can hear it in his voice, how much he loves them. My fucking heart pounds so loud I bet they can hear it, how can one person be this amazing? Well, shit. Not even one. All of them.

  “That’s not silly, that’s the most amazing reason I’ve ever heard. Liam, you have a heart of gold. Your family loves you and I bet they are so are proud of you right now, they should be. You’re one hell of a man.”

  He grins, his eyes looking misty. “You think?”

  “I know.” I nod. “All of you are, everything I learn about you only makes me care about you more. You are all so kind and loving, even that tit out there who pretends he isn’t.”

  They laugh and watch me, their expressions speaking volumes.

  “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” Kingston rumbles, and Liam hums in agreement.

  “I’d say more than amazing. I’ve never met a more stubborn, foulmouthed person.” I widen my eyes at Liam’s words and he covers my mouth. “Whose heart is so big she would hurt herself to help others. Who would stick with a ragtag bunch of strippers, and try and save their hides. Gabby, you are amazing. You’re beautiful inside and out. Getting to know us? No one else has ever done that. All they see is the package, not caring what lurks underneath. We’re so lucky to have found you.”

  Swallowing hard I look between them, not knowing what to say. So instead, I lean forward and kiss Kingston, and then shuffle up so I can kiss Liam.

  Settling back down between them we lay in silence, just enjoying each other’s company before I sigh. “I best get ready boys.”

  I kiss each of them again and climb off the bed, Kingston grabs my ass on the way and I laugh as I shut the bathroom door. Flicking on the shower, I glance in the mirror as I wait for the water to heat up. I look happy, really happy. My skin is glowing, my smile is so wide it might crack, and my eyes are filled and shining, not dancing with ghosts anymore. All thanks to them.

  We grab a breakfast to go, eating on the bus as I update the board via emails. We have a call scheduled at the end of the week, but luckily they are giving me a bit of leeway when it comes to updates. As long as the money keeps rolling in they don’t really care.

  When we get to the venue I whistle, it’s the biggest one we’ve been in so far and is an actual theatre. I head inside and meet the venue manager, Tim. We share pleasantries and he shows me and the guys the way around. I nod and let him know I’ll seek him out to go over everything after I get the boys settled. He nods and leaves us to it.

  “Damn, this place ain't too shoddy,” Liam jokes and I grin at them.

  “Best behavior boys, and Liam? Don’t touch anything,” I warn and they all laugh.

  I leave them to get ready for rehearsal and I go to find Mark. He and his crew have been here since mega early setting up, so I find out nearly everything is done. Leaving them to sort the last bits, I take a seat in the audience and alternate between working through my clipboard list and watching the guys. More than a few heated looks are thrown my way but I ignore them with a smirk.

  I’m lost in a sales report on my iPad, one the board had sent me to replace my laptop the police seized, with my legs thrown over the seat in front of me, when a body lands in the seat next to me. Jumping, I clamp my lips shut to stop the scream from leaving. Grabbing my chest, I turn with a glare to see a grinning Liam.

  “Dude, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” I scold.

  “Sorry, Angel, I want to try something new out. Figured you could be the volunteer.”

  I arch my eyebrow and start to ask him what he means, when he grabs my iPad and puts it on another seat and sits up. Lifting my legs, he drops them and immediately drops between my parted thighs.

  Music starts playing and I dart my eyes to see the guys watching on stage. Liam grabs my thighs and thrusts them wider apart, throwing his body in a weird push up as he rolls his hips on me. Oh shit, is he going to—yep.

  Straddling my waist, he grabs my hands and pushes them to his shirt. I narrow my eyes on him as he thrusts forward, rubbing and dancing on my lap. Rolling my eyes, I let him guide my hands under his shirt, pulling it up slowly as I caress his abs.

  He moves to the music like silk, flowing over me until I’m panting and I know my panties are damp. His fingers run across my chest to my thighs and I know he doesn’t touch the crowd like this, this is all for me.

  When the music stops I’m disappointed and he steps back, grinning at me.

  “And what exactly did you want to know from that?” I demand, trying to sound professional even as my voice warbles and I clench my thighs together.

  He leans closer, whispering against my lips. “To see if it made you wet.”

  He moves back with a cheeky grin on his face. “Yes, now go back to work,” I reply snottily, pursing my lips to stop a smile.

  He winks and throws himself over the seat in front of me, strolling down the aisle before hopping back up on stage. Men.

  “Ms. Menro?” comes a hesitant male voice.

  “Yes?” I ask, straightening my skirt as I look over my shoulder. The man holds out my iPad to me, which I take gratefully. I eye him, he must be part of the crew, his black shirt matches the others and his red hair is styled short, a headset placed in its wild mess. In fact, I remember seeing him before. I smile and he returns it.

  “Tim, the venue manager is looking for you.”

  Shit. Scrambling to my feet I clutch my whiteboard. “Thank you. Can you show me where he was again?”

  I’m rushed around for the next hour or so, going over plans with Tim and his crew. Finally, they understand and I head backstage and check in with Mark again.

  “Yep, everything is good sweetness!” he replies cheerfully, but I can see the bags under his eyes.

  “Good, take the crew for dinner. Here, use the company card. Take a break, relax. Whatever you need, hell, nap if you want but I want you all gone. If I see your face within the next hour, I’ll be mad.” I cross my arms to show how serious I am. “I mean it Mark, I know what you’re like. One hour, the place can survive for one hour. Go.”

  He reluctantly takes the card and rounds up the crew. When I’m sure he’s left, I head backstage intent on finding a quiet room to double check everything for the next leg of the journey on my iPad.

  Slipping into the spare changing room opposite the boys’, I lay back on the sofa, the iPad on my stomach as I scroll through everything. The door opens and Blake strides in like he owns the place.

  “Well, hello to you too, thank you for knocking,” I mock, and he just raises his eyebrow at me, taking in my position on the sofa. “What’s up?”

  “Came to see if you were hungry?” he rumbles, his eyes catching on my legs before moving back to my face.

  “I’m good, thanks,” I reply, looking back to my tablet.

  “You have to eat,” he grunts, sounding like a pissed off mother hen... which only has me biting my lip as I imagine him dressed up like a fucking hen.

  “Fuck, Blake. Just-just chill okay? Can’t we have one conversation where we aren’t fighting?” I demand, dropping the tablet to my chest.

  “Why w
ould we do that when you looking so fucking hot all riled up?” He asks, smirking at me.

  Narrowing my eyes, I swing my feet over the edge of the sofa. “Is that why you’re such an asshole?” I challenge.

  “Sometimes, sometimes I’m just an asshole,” he replies, stalking towards me until I have to crane my neck back and look at him.

  “Now, what do you want to eat?” he inquires slowly, like I’m stupid. It only pisses me off, making me grit my teeth. Standing so I don't have to stare up at him, I meet his eyes, no doubt mine are spitting fire.

  “Seriously, sometimes I just want to—” I rant but he cuts me off, sealing his lips to mine in a bruising kiss that takes my breath away, before letting go and looking at me again.

  “Told you, fucking irresistible when you’re all riled up.” Before I can reply, because really, what would I say, he covers my lips again. Reaching down he grabs me under my arse and hoists me up.

  My legs automatically wrap around his waist as he walks us backwards until my back smacks the wall. His hand grips my neck as he thrusts it to the side, his lips leaving mine so he can run them down my collarbone and to my chest. Letting go of my ass, he reaches up and undoes the buttons quickly, pulling the blouse aside to reveal my black bra. Rolling his eyes up to me, he locks his gaze on mine as he licks along the top of my breasts, teasing me.

  I grab his hair and use it as a handle, dragging his lips back to mine, nibbling them until he opens. It’s all teeth, clashing tongues, and fighting for dominance.

  His hands rip down my bra, cupping my breasts as he twists my nipples roughly into stiff peaks. The pain and pleasure mixing like always when I’m with him.

  His hands leave my breasts and grip my skirt, tugging it up my thighs until it bunches at my waist. Cupping my panty clad pussy, he pulls away from my mouth.

  “I can feel how wet you are for me already.” I groan as he rubs his heel of his palm across me, making me push my hips down. “I’m not a soft man, Baby Girl, I need you too much. I want your fucking submission in everything. Out there you’re the boss, but with me? You will do everything I say.”