Game of Throbs Complete Series (Books 1-3)

by Piquette Fontaine

  Sometimes, when he would go too slow, I would have to flip him over and ride him instead, bouncing up and down on his cock like a pogo stick, and that, at least, seemed to do the trick most of the time. But I could tell it made him feel the least bit emasculated, and was sort of going overboard for someone as easygoing and gentle as himself.

  Not infrequently, he even cried after sex, making me feel bad, even though he insisted it was just his nature, as a sensitive and soulful person.

  Mother of God, I thought to myself... He's everything I've ever wanted and asked for, yet I can't recall ever having felt quite so disappointed with someone in my life.

  Increasingly, and in spite of myself and my gratitude toward Adam for his care for me, I found my attentions gravitating toward Blake...

  I just couldn't help myself. There was something about him, in person, that didn't come through as much when you saw him on album covers and in music videos. He drew women into his orbit, trapped them there, fascinating them.

  Sometimes, when I would be lying in bed with Adam during a long, sexless night, I would begin to hear and feel Blake's bed smashing up against the hotel wall and into my headboard. I would hear the giggles and the squeals of the multiple women he would have as his company for the evening, and God would I burn with jealousy for them, wishing it was myself being pleasured, craving what they had.

  I was so torn, felt so guilty for even considering being unfaithful to Adam.

  That is, until one day he went off on a retreat with a bunch of Buddhists or something for the week, and I was left alone with Blake and Bobby.

  Bobby, of course, was easy enough for me to ignore. But Blake... Blake kept giving me those eyes of his, seducing me with his vision alone, making it impossible for me to be in a room with him for very long.

  He managed, at last, to snare me in the hotel bar.

  I'd probably drunk about enough already, and would have gone back up to my room had he not sat down at the next barstool and joined me, ordering us both a round.

  “You know, Adam is one lucky son of a bitch to have gotten himself a girl like you...”

  “Oh, thank you,” I said, blushing, and behaving in an especially flirtatious manner in my slight state of inebriation. Blake smiled a warm smile at me.

  “I bet a girl like you really knows how to treat a man right, where it counts, I mean...”

  I grinned shyly at him, clearly indicating with my eyes that I did, but playing coy all the same. “A nice girl like me doesn't kiss and tell,” I said, but from the way he was staring at my lips, I could tell he was considering just what I could do with those babies, and it turned me on like hell.

  He was objectifying me, considering me as little more than some sexual device. And yet I found myself highly aroused by it. It was the precise opposite of how Adam tended to treat me, and it was like it balanced out the sense of inhibition that seemed to have defined our love as the weeks rolled by.

  “Fair enough,” he said, moving in close. “I just wondered... Well, I've just heard, is all, that maybe Adam is the one who doesn't quite know how to treat a woman right, in return... A nice girl like you, as you say, deserves to be treated as special as she is.”

  “Maybe,” I said, and my nostrils flared at him, taking in the scent of his musk, which was powerful and intoxicating.

  “I could show you,” he said, in barely a whisper, and he leaned in close to me across the bar, making me weak all over, so that I had to fight myself to avoid leaning into him in return. I put up little resistance all the same, however.

  “But I'm... I'm with Adam,” I said, clearly without conviction.

  “Adam's not here right now,” he said, and at that point I no longer fought it, as he leaned all the way in, and kissed me.

  Moments later, the two of us were back upstairs in his room.

  He'd torn me, literally torn me out of my clothes, leaving them in shreds on the hotel floor. I was down to nothing but my lacy black bra and panties, the straps of the bra sliding dangerously from my shoulders, his hand in my panties and pushing around through the lace, fingering me hard as he pinned me up against the wall. His shirtless torso simmered as the flesh pressed up against me, giving me goosebumps, and he kissed me ravenously, putting his tongue down my throat. His mouth slid all over my face, around my cheeks and my chin, and on multiple occasions he brought it down to my throat, and planted himself firmly there, sinking his teeth into me.

  I cried aloud with pleasure, the sensations of his hickey making my toes curl, and in response to his ravishing me I brought my hand forward to the crotch of his pants, squeezing the immense, solid bulge of his erection through the fabric.

  He seemed to rather like me doing this...

  He placed his hands on my shoulders, and forced me to my knees. I hit the floor happily, and immediately my hands were on the fly of his jeans, unbuttoning him, unzipping him. I couldn't wait to get him out into the open... As many times as I'd offered, Adam had always acted like it was too degrading for me to perform oral sex on him, despite me being the one who wanted to, and him licking my pussy on such a regular basis that it seemed only right to reciprocate.

  I simply couldn't wait, after all this time, to get Blake's massive, swinging cock in my mouth.

  It was even more massive than I could have imagined.

  “Holy shit...” I said, staring at its engorged tip as it swung before my eyes like a pendulum, the tip coated with pre-ejaculate. I didn't even know if I could get that damn thing inside me...

  Still, though, he was grabbing me by the hair now, asserting himself, and I decided to force myself to at least make an attempt, bowing forward to him, and taking his shaft in my hand. I began to pump the flesh, letting it dissolve through my fingers like liquid, stroking him from tip to base savoring the glorious sound of him squelching through my hands.

  He sighed with pleasure as I jacked him off, pumping and pumping to the point that I was soon slamming my fist against his body, the sound echoing loudly through the room in my ferocity.

  This, I knew, was going to be rough, and that was precisely how I wanted it...

  I could tell, from the look on his face that he did too.

  I held the skin stretched taut for several seconds, then leaned in, and took his massive, swollen red scrotum in my mouth. I ran my tongue through his balls, sucked on them a bit, and then ran my mouth along his erection, my tongue slithering back and forth across the underside of his shaft.

  I drew myself all the way up to his tip, then ducked forward, allowing my lips to melt around him. Inch by inch by long, veiny, agonizing inch of his dick came sliding down my windpipe, filling me to the brim, until at last his engorged purple tip touched down against the back of my neck. I gagged on him, struggling to contain him in his immensity as he remained planted there between my cheeks holding for moments on end. He gripped my hair fiercely in his hand, nearly pulling it out, potentially scalping me, the pain glorious to me after weeks on end of nothing but pansy-ass lovemaking.

  He pulled me up toward his engorged purple tip, my compressed lips producing a glorious suction around him.

  Back, forth, back, forth I hurled myself along his stick, guided by his hand. He pushed and pulled my skull harder, deeper along him, throat fucking me intensely, so that rapidly the fluids from my throat began to well up and dribble down along my chin, and I choked with every push back into my neck that he made.

  At last, he slammed me into him one final time, and then slowly pulled himself out of me, putting his fingers in my mouth, as though to command without words that I keep my jaws open for him.

  Then he brought his hand back and jacked himself off vigorously, pumping his wet cock until it began to erupt all over me. I closed my eyes and basked in it as he slathered me up with his fluid, shooting his cum all over my pretty little face, onto my breasts, across my nose and eyelashes, and a considerable portion of his warm, sticky fluids flying into my mouth.

  He grunted with satisfaction once the
shooting of cum ceased, and just to wring out the last few drops he brought his body forward and stuck his tip back in my mouth. I rolled my tongue obediently around him, feeling primal and animalistic, and ready for more.

  He hurled be hard onto the bed, after what must have been about the shortest refractory period that any man alive has ever had to wait out. I could still taste his sperm on my mouth as he manhandled me onto all fours, positioning me like an animal, and spreading me out.

  He pulled down my panties, and spread the cheeks of my ass, putting his fingers in my anus in a way that was incredibly pleasurable. “Put this in,” he said, and without warning he shoved a butt plug up hard between my cheeks, filling me with sensation. It was a tight fit, but God it felt incredible. Then I looked back to see him sliding a cock ring on to keep him hard as a board, the increased blood flow making him even harder than he'd already been.

  He climbed up behind me, squeezing tight handfuls of my ass in his fingers, his nails sinking into my flesh. He slapped my ass hard, spanking each cheek with all his might, enjoying the resounding noise and the jiggling of the flesh, until at last he'd had enough fun, and he carefully lined his prick up with the opening of my pussy.

  He pushed himself inside of me, and I cried out as he stretched me to capacity, filling me up with more than I thought I could handle.

  But good God, did he feel wonderful...

  He buried himself, balls deep into the folds of my cunt, and once he was in he tore into me immediately, fucking me violently, as though his life and my own depended on it. He grunted, and heaved, and pounded that pink pussy with a vengeance, showing me the brutality that I'd been craving for so long in abundance. My fingers curled into the sheets, my head bounced about, and my limbs nearly gave out from underneath me as he plunged himself in and out, in and out, in and out, annihilating me as I'd never been annihilated in that past.

  “Oh yes, oh yes, oh God, oh God, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  And WHAM!

  He plowed into me, splitting me open, and poured me full of yet another load of his sperm, somehow even thicker and more abundant than the first, and certainly more ample than any Adam had ever put into my body. I cried out with pleasure as his abundance dripped onto the bedspread, and I came my lights out, the sensation of orgasm amplified by the stretching of the butt plug. He kept cumming and cumming in me, almost without ceasing, I thought, and his insatiability drove me to the very apex of carnal satisfaction, making me dizzy, so that by the time he pulled himself out of me, I found myself nearly blacking out.

  I found myself lying, panting and exhausted on the sheets, thrilled and glowing with sensations, unsure whether my body could stand much more than it had already taken.

  But the two of us had just barely gotten started for the night...

  Chapter 4

  Adam was back, and I didn't know what the hell I should do.

  The week I'd spent with Blake in his absence had been the most sexually satisfying of my life, and I found myself unable to stop thinking about Blake's dick, at all hours of the day. But as much as I may have craved him, I knew that I could never hurt Adam by leaving him for his bandmate. A roll in the hay was one thing, as was seeking my long overdue release. But I knew that, even if it hadn't been for guilt, trading Adam for Blake in terms of a relationship would have been a huge mistake. Blake was not relationship material, by any means. He wanted quick and easy sex, the more wrong it was the better. He was a bad boy at heart, and for him, surely, the appeal of bedding me lay in screwing what he knew he could never have, and doing it behind his bandmate's back. There was nothing emotional between us, just that intense, brutal, carnal, animalistic, fundamental sexual connection...

  And God, I'm getting dizzy just thinking about it... The things that man did to me...

  But I digress...

  Adam had just arrived back at our hotel, and came into the room he and I shared, looking thrilled to see me.

  “Hello, my darling! I'm back, and I can safely say that some time away at the retreat was exactly what I needed!”

  “Oh, that's, so great to hear!” I said, a bit awkwardly. I could barely look him in the eyes for the guilt I felt, and it felt like little more than a matter of time now before he found out the truth. Presently, I was wearing a slightly ridiculous turtleneck sweater, because I had a ring of hickeys from Blake around my neck that might as well have been a necklace.

  He hugged me tightly, not suspecting anything for a moment, but then he asked, innocently enough, “Why the turtleneck? It's July...”

  “Oh, yeah, I... It's just sort of cold in here for me,” I said, my facade clearly slipping.

  “Oh, well, we can turn the heat up in the room if you want to, there's no need for you to- wait...” He stopped mid-sentence, overcome by realization.

  “Adam? What the hell are you-” I started, but it was too late. He was already reaching up, grabbing the collar of the turtleneck. He'd seen straight thru me...

  A look of deep sadness spread across his face, but it was promptly replaced with one of rage, rage unlike any that I'd ever seen coming from him before in the past.

  Maybe if he'd ever incorporated a little bit of that rage in our lovemaking I wouldn't have found myself in this situation to begin with.

  “God damn it...” he said, though it didn't seem directed at me, and sure enough he stormed away from me in a huff, heading toward the door, an slamming it shut behind him as he exited the room.

  “Adam! Adam!” I cried after him, but I remained rooted to the spot, unsure of what the hell I should do.

  But then, from the next room over, I heard the sound of crashing. Yelling. A fight erupting.

  He knew...

  He knew exactly who was responsible, and now he was taking his frustrations to the source.

  I ran, shrieking, from the room.

  I hurried next door as quickly as my legs could carry me, and I burst into Blake's room to see the two men balled up on the floor, exchanging blows, fighting over me, Blake presently on top and in control of the situation to some degree. Adam, of course, was more lover than fighter, so it was no surprise, really, that his attempt at retaliation should end up backfiring in his face.

  I suddenly felt a great sense of remorse for what I'd done to the man.

  “Stop it! Both of you!” I shrieked, and it took a few times before the two men disentangled themselves, at the ready in case either should take a punch while the other was distracted, but the damage done for now.

  “He does this to me... Every damn time I meet someone,” said Adam, panting like an animal, and I immediately felt worse than ever about my actions.

  “It's not my fault you can't please a woman,” said Blake defiantly, with a grin on his face. “I want what I want, and I take it... Besides, loyalty never stopped you from highjacking our band from right out from under us, now did it?”

  “I didn't highjack shit,” said Adam, and he looked like he was about to strike once more.

  I intervened quickly, stepping between the two of them, and trying to look as fierce as I could to prevent catastrophe. “No! Both of you, that's enough! This needs to stop.”

  Adam looked me in the eyes, for the first time, with anger. And I found myself looking from one man to the other and back again, as though suddenly I didn't know just which of the two I should choose. I'd been ready to give up Blake in order to do what I considered the right thing, but now I found, in the heat of the moment, that I wanted both of them, in equal measure... The sensitive, emotional one with whom I could genuinely connect, and the well-hung bad boy who could fuck me into oblivion, satisfying me in every imaginable way.

  Why the hell couldn't I have them both?

  Then, however, it occurred to me... Maybe, just maybe, I could...

  This was a huge gamble, obviously. What I suddenly felt myself ready to propose could blow up horribly in my face, and leave me with nothing instead of everything. Yet the benefits, if it went at all like I genuinely hoped it would
, would be absolutely incredible.

  Carefully, I took the risk...

  “Adam, I... I'm sorry, for all of this... I didn't mean for it to happen the way it did. I really love you, and I would never intentionally hurt you. Sometimes, it's just... Well, a woman needs different things, in different ways. Like, how with your band, each member serves a different function. You might be different, but that doesn't mean you still can't work together to achieve a common goal, now does it?”

  Adam and Blake exchanged a look, and somehow it seemed more of a confused one than an angry one.