I pulled off Neil’s cock and turned my head, wanting to see Jayce, wanting to see his face as he fucked me. His pupils were dilated and glazed with lust. He placed a hand on each cheek, flexing his fingers into the soft flesh, then gave my ass an audible smack. I jumped at the slight sting, moaning as heat filled me up from the inside and more slickness dripped down my thighs.
My desire was growing almost painful, reaching an agonizing peak. I longed to slip my hand down my body to touch myself. I whined and rocked back and forth on my heels, pushing back onto Jayce’s cock.
“You need something, sweetheart?”
Neil ran his fingers along my cheek and cupped my chin, forcing my head up until I was looking at him, panting and needy. He slowly pushed himself back inside my mouth, cockhead popping through the circle of my lips.
“Spread your legs wide.”
I did as he said, moaning as the shift drove Jayce’s cock even further into me.
“Touch yourself.”
I pressed my palm against my stomach, bracing myself on the bedspread with one hand. I slowly drifted downward until I was between my thighs. I could feel Jayce’s cock right there, holding himself still, not fucking me yet.
“Now play with your clit.”
It was just like before, when he’d commanded me to fuck myself with my fingers through text. I did as he said and slid my middle finger along my clit, groaning and feeling the wetness coating it. I stroked myself with my own fingers. I slid up, then down, feeling myself throb. My fingers glided easily as I ran them in circles around my clit. I moaned around Neil’s cock, still stuffed in my mouth, and rocked my hips back against Jayce’s cock. I closed my eyes for a moment and relished the feeling of being filled from both ends.
“Do it harder.”
I thumbed at my clit, pressing hard, and a tingling sensation ran through me, starting at my core and spreading out to all my limbs.
Neil pumped his hips, filling my mouth with his cock again and again. I stroked hard with my fingers, matching his pace, circling around my clit with every thrust of his cock.
“I want you to come now. I want you to come as I fuck your face.”
I worked my clit furiously, trying to obey his command, trying to reach that peak. Jolts of sensation wracked my nerves. My skin felt like it was on fire. The need inside me was so intense. It was too much. I exploded, feeling sticky liquid drip out of me and onto Jayce’s cock. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, humming around it.
“Did you come?”
My trembling limbs gave him the answer even without me speaking.
“Good girl.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Lick your fingers.”
I did as he said, bringing my shaking fingers to my mouth and licking my own wetness off of them. I looked into his eyes as I did it, slowly dragging my tongue over my digits. His eyes burned into me. He gripped both sides of my head, clenching my hair tight in his fists.
“Fuck, sweetheart, do you have any idea how hot you look?”
He thrust his hips forward and I took him down quickly. He resumed fucking my mouth with his stiff cock, plunging himself in and out. I surrendered, giving up all control. He pumped himself in and out, his shaft sliding between my wet lips. I sucked him down, keeping a perfect rhythm.
Jayce must have been feeling ignored, because he slowly pulled out, leaving just his cockhead buried inside me.
“Tell me what you want.” He growled the words into my ear. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
I turned my head around, looking deep into Jayce’s eyes, blazing hot and laser-focused on my own. I spoke the words with no hesitation. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
His eyes were glittering darkly. Was he finally going to give me what I’d been begging for?
He drove into me all at once. I cried out, body jolting and bucking as he made sure to ram his cock deep. Somehow, he knew that I craved the roughness he showed me much more so than any tenderness.
“Yes,” I sobbed out. “Harder, faster, please.”
Jayce picked up the pace, pounding into me, giving me everything I needed. My heartbeat thumped in time with his thrusts, so fast was the rapid in and out. He fucked me with a fury, hard and fast, not letting up for a second. I cried out in delicious pleasure, clenching my fists in the sheets.
With a jolt of his hips, Neil shoved himself back inside. My lips touched the base of his cock and he let out a deep moan, keeping me in place with a hand on the back of my neck. I whimpered around his cock, moaning at the luscious feeling of him inside my mouth. He eased up on the pressure, pulling back slightly, then he pushed his full length into me again. I couldn’t stop the sounds of need from escaping. He fucked my mouth, heedless of my whimpers and moans. Each sound only resulted in him fucking me even faster, every slight hitch of breath making his cock pulse inside my mouth.
“You ready to swallow me down, sweetheart?”
I did my best to nod around his cock. His breathing deepened, sounding harsh in his throat. I knew it was only a matter of time before he flooded my mouth. His thrusts became rougher, erratic. He pushed himself as far into my throat as he could, bucking against me.
A low growl sounded deep in his chest and his cock jerked over my tongue. The first shot hit the back of my throat with a violent speed. I savored the heat of it as my throat convulsed around him.
He pulled back slowly, still throbbing, still releasing himself into me. His cock twitched, another shot of fluid spilling onto my tongue, and I swallowed down everything he had to give me.
Finally, when the flood of it subsided, he pulled out of my mouth and I dropped my head down, gasping, trying to catch my breath. He knelt down in front of me and pressed a kiss to my forehead. He was still dressed in his pants and collared shirt, although both were undone and parted.
Jayce continued fucking me, and with my mind no longer distracted by pleasuring Neil, my arousal built up again, unbearable, until I was shivering and moaning.
My stomach muscles clenched as Jayce’s fingers moved down, feeling his way around the cock he had stuffed inside me, finding my clit. I dropped my head and cried out, tears streaming down my face in desperation. His fingers worked between my legs, teasing me, testing me, taking me to the edge but not letting me fall over.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Let me come on your cock.”
“What was that, baby? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Please!” I begged. “I need to come again. Let me come on your cock.”
He sped up the pace, slamming himself into me with brutal thrusts and playing my clit with a fury.
I wailed as it ripped through me like a tidal wave. I screamed my pleasure as my body burst with a heart-stopping climax. I was lost in the ecstasy of my orgasm.
He fucked me through it, not letting up. He built up a steady rhythm, the force of his fucking lifting me off the bed. My entire body felt the impact of those thrusts. He shuddered and groaned, and I knew he was close.
He stiffened behind me and I felt the flood of him rush into me, coating my insides. My arms gave out and I fell onto the bed face-first. I turned my cheek to the side to keep from suffocating myself.
Jayce withdrew his cock slowly and collapsed beside me, leaving me quivering and panting. Neil sprawled out on the bed on my other side. They each wrapped an arm around me, Jayce’s around my shoulders and Neil’s around my hips. My hair clung to the back of my neck, sweaty from the exertion.
The taste of Neil still coated my tongue, and I was acutely aware of my sticky thighs from when Jayce came inside me.
The three of us lay there panting heavily for several long, quiet minutes. Neil laced his fingers with mine and pressed the back of my hand to his lips. Jayce took my other hand and held it to his chest, over his heart.
“Thank you,” Neil said, breaking the silence, voice still breathless.
“Don’t say that as if it’s goodbye forever.” I squeezed his hand. “We’re still AudioAiley and PointShoot
Neil. We were friends before this and we’ll be friends after. Okay?”
Neil pressed another kiss to my hand. “Always.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
After the situation with the crazy stalker, there had been some discussion among the music executives about whether to cancel the tour or not. If anything was going to put a stop to it, a crazy fan attacking one of the band members was going to be it. They’d flown down one of their representatives to talk to the band. I’d been pulled into the meeting because I was at the center of it all. We piled onto the tour bus for some privacy while we discussed our options.
The entire band had protested when canceling the tour was brought up. They’d worked so hard and didn’t want to disappoint their legions of fans. Jayce, in particular, was adamant that he was fine to go back on stage. The police had kept the whole thing quiet, and news of the incident hadn’t yet been made public. No one outside the employees at Dark Sound Studios, Neil and myself included, knew what had happened. In the end, Kell made the final veto, and Deena gave in.
There were still a lot of questions about how the fan had managed to pull off her attack.
“She had a fake staff badge,” one of the police officers had explained. No doubt she’d been following the band across the country and attending every concert. There would have been plenty of opportunities to run into a staff member and get a look at the badge. They weren’t very complicated. Anyone with a good knowledge of photo editing software would have been able to mock one up.
“We’ll make sure we come up with something better next time. We’ll make it less easy to copy,” Deena had assured us.
“But how did they know to follow Ailey?” Ren had asked. “She was jealous of whoever ran our social media accounts, but how did they know it was her?”
“That’s my fault. I went and outed myself online.” I glanced briefly at Jayce. I wanted him to know I didn’t regret it, that he shouldn’t put any of the blame on himself. “Everyone who follows me knows what I look like now. Any fan of the band would know they have someone acting as their social media coordinator. If the fan saw me at the concert with a staff badge, it wouldn’t be hard to put two and two together. A lot of my followers figured out I’d been doing something cool this summer, even if I couldn’t talk about the details.”
As soon as the music exec left, Kell, Morris, and Ren fell upon me.
“Are you really okay?”
“You sure you want to continue with the tour?”
“Are you scarred for life?”
I huffed out a laugh. “No, Kell, I’m not scarred for life. It was scary,” I admitted, “but I’ll be fine. I have you guys to look out for me, right?”
They all nodded adamantly, Kell the most adamant of the three. Jayce gave me a warm smile and my insides gushed.
When Neil, Jayce, and I woke up the next morning, things had surprisingly not been awkward between us at all. Instead, everything felt right. I shared sappy smiles with each of them as we’d worked out who got the shower first. I worried about leaving Neil and Jayce alone while I cleaned up, but it was for nothing. The two of them were discussing the filming schedule, no stiffness between them at all. They’d both turned to look at me as I exited the shower wrapped only in a towel. They had both taken in the sight and exchanged a glance, smirking at each other. I had known exactly what they were thinking.
After the guys took off for rehearsal, Deena pulled out a stack of papers.
“Your job contract.”
I took the papers from her hands and went over the details. Even though I was going to drop down to part-time studies, I was still worried about juggling school and a full-time job. The contract eased some of my worries. I’d be working thirty-five hours a week, dates and times to be flexible based on my availability and the band’s schedule. If there was a conflict, I would speak with Deena directly and we would decide what to do on a case-by-case basis. I didn’t mind missing a class or two to take care of band business, but there was no way I would miss a final exam. Deena assured me she took my education just as seriously as I did and would make sure I never had to do something to compromise that.
The salary almost made me choke. This was certainly no minimum wage student job. It was daunting to know they were giving me so much responsibility. I pushed back those thoughts and sat up straight. Deena thought I was awesome. I was awesome. I was good at my job, and this salary confirmed it. I had no reason to be intimidated.
“Everything look good?”
I was about to say it all looked great, but I paused. Everyone always said when it came to salary to never take the first offer. The amount was so far above what I’d expected, though. I didn’t know what to ask for. I pretended to frown and examine the contract more closely.
“This is no nine to five job, like you said. If I’m going to be working nights, weekends, and holidays, I think the salary should reflect that.”
My heart was pounding as I spoke, and my palms went clammy. Would she be upset I was trying to play hardball? Would she rescind the offer?
Instead, she nodded and took the contract back. “Sounds fair. I’ll go back to the CEO and see if we can give you a bump in salary, or perhaps work out some overtime pay.”
My heart leaped. It had worked. My very first job negotiation. I felt more pleased with myself than I should have. I held back my grin and settled for a smile and a nod. “Thanks, Deena, much appreciated.”
“Everything else in the contract look good?”
“It all looks great. I can’t wait to start working with you.”
“We’re all excited to have you officially on board.”
A brand new job in the music industry, the beginnings of a relationship with a sexy rock star god, and a loving friendship with a wonderful man.
Being an internet-addicted fangirl really had paid off.
Epilogue
My new office was pretty swank.
It was small, yes, but I had my own desk and a comfy, high-backed leather computer chair. I put a tall, leafy potted plant in one corner. The wall-to-wall glass windows gave me a great view of the city. A small round table had been placed in the middle of the room with three chairs surrounding it for when I had meetings.
I actually had meetings. I felt so grown-up, it was hard to imagine this was my life now.
My phone pinged, reminding me of one of those meetings now.
Dark Sound Studios was serious about getting social. As their new Community Manager, they wanted me to have all the tools I needed to make sure our fans stayed hyped up on the brand. I was involved in almost all the decision making, although at first, I quietly sat in on meetings and learned. When I finally got comfortable enough to voice my opinions, they always took me seriously. I sometimes couldn’t believe that these important people, these music industry executives, actually cared about my opinion.
Neil called it imposter syndrome, feeling like you’re not good enough despite all evidence to the contrary.
“It’s the mark of all high achievers,” he told me. Even he suffered from it, which I found hard to believe. Neil never once looked like he doubted himself when it came to his career.
“It’s all about fake it till you make it” was his answer when I asked. I’d chuckled and replied that I hadn’t ever faked it around him. He’d gotten my meaning and given me a wicked grin. Going back to being friends had been much easier than I’d hoped.
The meeting was being held in the boardroom. It had been a last minute thing, and no agenda had been circulated. Every time we had an impromptu gathering, I always dreaded it was going to be a “sorry it didn’t work out, best of luck” conversation before Dark Sound kicked me to the curb.
Imposter syndrome, I reminded myself. I straightened my back and pushed open the boardroom door to find Jayce, Morris, and Ren already there, lounging easily in the boardroom chairs.
“Hey, guys!” I hadn’t expected to see them. They were always so busy doing promo work. The tour had been a huge success,
and they’d sold tons of their sophomore album. I wasn’t sure how many copies exactly, but I knew it was enough for Dark Sound to start putting some real money toward promoting the band.
Morris and Ren greeted me warmly. I gave Jayce a secret smile, and he returned it.
Although it was true to say I rarely saw the band, plural, I had been seeing a lot of Jayce. It seemed like we spent every free moment together, which, granted, wasn’t much. I was busy with my job and school while Jayce was busy with band stuff.
I almost let my mind wander back to the previous week, when the both of us had a night off. The memory of his hands and lips all over my body made me flush.
I ignored the tingle rising between my legs and sat down on a chair next to Jayce. He gave me a heated look that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking about and that he was thinking along similar lines.
Maybe if he didn’t have anything planned after the meeting, the two of us could sneak off and—
My thoughts were interrupted when Kell walked in with Deena. She was as professional and put together as always. I expected Kell to bounce in, chattering excitably, but he was subdued. I’d gotten to see another side of Kell while touring with the band, and I knew he often put on the guise of the high energy, egotistical front man. Kell was smarter and much more perceptive than he let on.
“So, what’s up?” Ren asked. “Why’d you need to bring us all in here?”
“We’ve all been promoting separately the last few weeks, and I needed to gather everyone together at once.”
“You got some news?” Morris asked.
“Yes.” Kell’s eyes were unreadable.
The rest of us waited, some patiently, others less so, wondering what was so important that he needed to tell us all together. Eventually, he spoke.
“I’m going solo.”
The shock was almost audible in the dead silent room. He spoke again as if to make sure we all fully understood.
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