by Sadie May
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Axle grins as he holds the door open for me. “Tonight is a special night, love.”
I still get a thrill whenever they use the L-word, even though they use it all the time. My macho men are awfully sappy when we’re in the bedroom.
“Special night, huh?” I look up at Dyce as he helps me into the back seat.
“We’ve got a question to ask you, sweetheart.”
It takes me a second but then I get it. My breath halts as Axle climbs up front to drive us to whatever location they’ve chosen for this.
I see the ring box bulging in Dyce’s pocket and he grins at my wide-eyed excitement. I don’t say anything. I know he’s waiting so that Axle can be a part of this. My guys like to keep everything fair and square when it comes to me.
Like Axle said that first night. Nothing comes between Axle and Dyce… except me.
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Maya
The sound of applause follows me off the stage. I nod and smile to crew members backstage and some of the other contestants who’ve made it to this final round. I can barely hear their words of congratulations as I make my way to my dressing room.
The adrenaline is still pumping through my system, making it hard to focus on any one person or the words coming out of their mouths. All I can focus on is getting to my dressing room as quickly as possible. Why do I need to get to my dressing room so badly?
Well, here’s the thing. Those crazy adrenaline rushes from performing live for a crowd of this size…it turns me on.
I’m not talking metaphorically, I mean I get horny as hell from that rush. Right now my pussy is aching for relief and my panties are soaked through as I try and keep a smile on my face. Honest to God, it’s painful.
At last I make it to my little space. It’s become my routine—not exactly the norm, but then, nothing about me is normal. I’ve been living a crazy alternate life ever since I was picked to be a part of the reality TV show, Singing Sensations. I head to my vanity where my little trusty vibrator is waiting for me, just like always.
I wish I could have the real deal. Nothing would make me happier than to have a thick cock inside me, fucking me hard and fast until I got my fix. I know who I want, too. Darren and Alex. My two bodyguards. I’d happily take either—or better yet, both. Both big and brawny, one with dirty blond hair and fair skin, one dark in complexion with brown eyes and hair. They’re like vanilla and chocolate ice cream and I want to eat them up. Preferably together.
I’ve been jonesing for them since they were assigned to me on week two, when the creepy stalker messages started showing up. I’d give anything for it to be their bodies between my legs right now, but they’ve made it clear through their stoic, quiet demeanors that they’re all business.
And I’m their business. Protecting me is their job and apparently they are all work and no play because no amount of flirting or teasing before and after shows has done a damn bit of good. I’d never have the courage any other time, but when showtime rolls around, it’s like I’m not even me anymore. The adrenaline kicks in and along with it comes that feisty, sexy she-devil I never knew was in there.
It’s not me, really, it’s this character. I lose myself in her and that feeling is amazing. It’s the only way I have the courage to hit on them like I do. I bend over wearing teeny tiny skirts, I brush up against them a little too brazenly… A blind man would know I was horny.
But every time I try to flaunt my stuff, they’ve been polite but distant. Quiet, watchful, and so fucking tempting it takes everything in me not to track them down and jump their bones.
Oh man, just thinking about those guys who I’ve been lusting over for weeks makes my hands tremble as I pull out the vibrator and turn it on. The costume the wardrobe department picked out for me is annoyingly hard to get into. They’ve poured me into tight black leather pants, which do amazing things for my hips and ass, but are hard as hell to pull down so I can touch myself.
I finally manage to jam the damn thing down my pants and I lean back against the wall, my head dropping back as a moan escapes. It’s loud, too loud, as the vibrator works its magic against my clit.
“Ma’am, are you all right?”
My head snaps up at the sound of Darren’s voice in my doorway, deep and steady. My startled gaze connects with his and for the first time ever, I see emotions in those brown eyes. For the first time, my dark and delicious stud drops the cold, businesslike routine and I see it all—surprise, followed quickly by a desire so intense I nearly come right then and there.
His gaze moves over me, from the skin-tight halter top, down to my exposed belly, and lower to the spot where my hand is thrust down my pants.
Maybe I should be embarrassed—everyday Maya definitely would be—but I’m not. I’m too fascinated by the overwhelming lust written all over his face. Besides, I’m so turned on by now that if I don’t come soon I’ll explode.
The silence stretches between us, the hum of my vibrator a distant background noise that mixes in with the backstage sounds that filter in from behind Darren who’s still standing in the open doorway.
And then things get even more interesting as Alex walks up beside him. “Everything okay in here?”
His voice kind of trails off at the end as he takes in the scene before him. Me, mid-masturbation, and Darren who’s not even pretending not to watch.
I wait for Alex’s reaction and I am so not disappointed. He groans, and the same desire I saw in Darren’s gaze is mirrored in his. He makes a move and for half a second I think he’s going to cross over to me. My heart leaps into my throat in excited anticipation.
But then Alex stops, his hands clenching in fists at his sides. I see him tear his gaze away as he mutters something to Darren that I can’t hear.
Darren gives a short nod and I see his nostrils flare and his lips press together with effort as he too averts his eyes.
They’re both looking anywhere but at me. The moment of heated connection is severed and the loss of it leaves me cold. The vibrator is doing nothing for me anymore because I just had the possibility of a real fuck with my two dream men and watched it disappear.
No fucking way.
I pull the vibrator out of my pants and shut it off, tossing it on the vanity. “You two might want to step inside unless you want to give the crew a show.”
Their gazes snap back in my direction. I’m the center of their attention, just the way I like it. And I like it a lot.
No, I love it.
They have this way of watching me that makes me hot all over. I can feel their gazes on my skin like a touch. It’s always been that way since day one. At the end of the day when they leave me at my house and the nighttime guys go on duty, watching my place from across the street, that’s the worst part of the day.
I don’t know how it’s happened but I’ve developed a weird crush on these guys and tonight is my last night to act on it. Win or lose, this is the end of my run on Singing Sensations and the end of their security detail for me.
That thought gives me the nerve to keep going. “Come on, boys, you can’t fool me,” I say as I strut toward them, loving the way their eyes drop down to watch my braless breasts jiggle under the sexy top.
Shit, I wish I had that wardrobe team at my house. They make me feel sexier than sin in these outfits. Not to mention the hair and makeup crew who’ve turned my girl-next-door look into something bold and sexy. My long brown curls are pulled partially up in a messy up-do and my makeup is artfully smudged. Together it gives me an I’ve-just-been-fucked vibe that works perfectly with my on-stage persona.
And it’s that on-stage persona I call on right now. Maya the performer has the confidence I need right now to talk these guys into something I know they already want.
They just need a little nudge.
/> They’re watching me with wary anticipation. I know without a doubt that they’re onto me and they want this and hate it at the same time. Once I’m close enough I could reach out and touch those hard chests of theirs, I stop. Looking up I give them my best pout.
“Come on, you guys. You know you want me. And you must know that I’ve been dreaming about fucking you.” Their eyes darken and my pussy clenches in response. “You can drop this whole professional act,” I say. “This is your last night working for me, right?”
They exchange a quick glance and I know that this is key. They are all business but if I can get them to realize that their job is basically over…
They move at once as if they’d been planning this moment forever. Holy shit, I can’t believe that worked! Before I can think anything else, all reason is banished. This is happening, I realize as they reach my side. Alex pulls me up against him and slants his mouth over mine, his tongue hungrily searching my mouth as though it’s his right. This is really happening.
Darren’s arms are around me, moving over me, exploring each and every curve with a thoroughness that makes it hard to breathe, even as I rear back from Alex to pant for air. Alex takes the opportunity to move those amazing lips to my neck, where he licks and sucks the sensitive skin.
Darren’s grip on my ass is firm and bold. I’d bet my life that he gets off on giving spankings. I moan at the thought, my pussy so wet and needy I find myself grinding up against Alex’s thigh as Darren slips a hand beneath my shirt and pinches my nipple.
Oh sweet Jesus, the two of them are working me at once and in every way possible. They’re pressing against me from all sides so I’m surrounded by hard muscles, hot mouths, and strong hands.
I reach for them, needing to feel how badly they want me. I know they do, but I love the proof. Sure enough they’re both hard as a rock as I cup their cocks through the thin material of their pants. Their groans are satisfying, but not enough.
I hear an announcer’s voice through my speakers. “After the next break, it’s time to find out who our winner is.”
Shit, time is running out. Whether I win or lose, I still need to be onstage for the finale. Fuck. “No time for niceties, boys.”
God, I love talking to them like this. I sound so sexy, so confident, so…not like me. It’s the clothes, the hair, the adrenaline from the stage. Whatever it is, I love it. I’m the me of my dreams. The sexy bitch who asks for exactly what she wants.
And what do I want? I want them both. And I want them now. I give Alex’s shoulder a shove toward the couch in the corner. “On the couch and lose the pants.”
He shoved them down, along with his boxers and his long, thick shaft springs out, straight and stiff and holy shit I’m drooling at the sight.
“You,” I say, clutching Darren by his collar. “Go stand behind him so I can suck on that cock of yours while I ride him.”
The sexy, manly stud does as I say, just like that.
Shit. For real? It’s that easy? God, I wish I had this kind of power in my everyday life. I wish I could be this person. But time was a tickin’ and I had two hotties to fuck. One last night to live my dreams, and I plan to take full advantage.
After this it was all over, it was back to real life and the old me. A life that didn’t include threesomes and sexy bodyguards.
I strut toward them, licking my lips as I lower my eyelashes to give them a sultry look. Holy fuck. I love the way they look back. Like I’m the most delicious feast they’ve ever set eyes on. Like they’re going to eat me up…and fuck me until I’m senseless.
Jesus, I can’t wait.
I try to soak in the sight before me as I draw near. So hot, so sexy…so hard. They’ve shed most of their clothes so I’m treated to a sight I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks now.
When I draw close, Alex reaches out, grasping my hips and pulling me close so he can shove his tongue between my thighs, lapping at my clit like a starving man.
I let out a cry, loving the sight of Alex’s face pressed against my pussy and loving the way Darren watches with a primal possessiveness that makes it hard to breath.
But then a voice comes over the speaker, this time it’s tapped directly into my dressing room, an announcement for all the performers. “Ten minutes to show time, people.”
Fuck. Ten minutes to revel in the hotties I’d been dreaming about? Time to get moving. Much as it pains me to put an end to this amazing oral, I push Alex back. I don’t want to come until they’re both inside me.
I need to make sure this is good for all of us. Blame it on my newly formed starlet ego, but I want these guys to remember this quick but mindblowing encounter for the rest of their lives.
I know I will.
Kneeling over Alex, I sink down so his cock is pressed against my opening. I hear his hiss of an inhale as I pause, delighting in the sweet torment. Then I reach for Darren and he draws near, twining his fingers into my hair as I slowly slide his hard length between my lips. At the same time I lower myself down, taking Alex’s thick cock inside me.
I moan around the cock in my mouth, the feeling of being so filled up with these guys almost more than I can bear. Their groans and their labored breathing heighten the rocketing desire that’s coursing through me, making it impossible to stop.
I move against them, rocking my hips as Alex grips my ass. I move my mouth over Darren’s cock, in and out, as he guides my head. The three of us find a rhythm that’s incredible. Instant and natural, like we’d been doing this for years.
The pace picks up gradually and we’re still in synch. I’m too far gone to do much more than ride it out as their thrusting and pounding grow more fierce and frantic. I love it. I need it. I want it even harder and faster. Their grips grow firmer and it’s like they know what I need without me saying a word.
They’re fucking me with everything they have and I take it with abandon, my brain shutting down completely as I tumble over the edge into oblivion and wave after wave of pulsing white hot pleasure makes me moan and tremble.
They come right after and I know without a doubt that they were just waiting for me to climax. They cum inside me, filling me up and giving me a whole new level of satisfaction.
Thank God for birth control. It’s a weird thought to have, but in this moment, it seems deep. That’s how far gone my brain is.
The announcer is back giving us another countdown. Perfect timing. I can hear the other performers and crew members scrambling outside in the hall, voices shouting and laughter floating in the air as the rush of showtime energy sweeps through the theater.
I let Darren’s cock out of my mouth, already missing the taste of him. Then I slowly ease off Alex, hating to lose that full feeling, but there’s no way around it.
This right here? It isn’t reality. Nothing about my life these past few days has come remotely close to reality.
I’m living a fantasy and these guys are the cherry on top. They’re how I know that I’m living in a dream world, because that’s the only place where a girl likes me gets a hot quickie with two guys who look like that.
I shove aside the sadness that comes with the knowledge that this is my one and only shot with them.
It was fun while it lasted.
Don’t be maudlin, Maya. Enjoy it and move on. Live in the moment, and all that shit. I force a smile as I reach for a towel and wipe myself off. I’ll have a shower later but a wipedown is all I’ve got time for right now.
Win or lose, there’s no way I want all of America to see cum dribbling down the side of my mouth, thank you very much.
When I turn around to face them they’re already dressed again and are doing the final touches—zippering flies and fastening buttons. We’re done here. Wham bam, thank you, ma’am.
Forcing a smile, I head toward the door. “Well, boys, it’s been fun but I’ve got to get on stage.”
I’m almost gone when Darren stops me by calling out my name. “When will we see you again?”
I turn to face him and they look so into me it’s sweet. Their gazes have this hopefulness in them that is so at odds with the manly, rugged vibe they put out. For a second I’m getting a glimpse of the real men behind those stoic faces and those all-seeing eyes. And those men like me. But they don’t know the real me, just this sexy fearless stage version of me. Of course they’re into this, that version of me is hot as hell.
So instead of giving a real answer, I give them a saucy little wink and pose in the doorway. “In your dreams, I hope.”
I should be thinking about what’s to come as I head toward to the stage. This was it, the culmination of weeks’ worth of singing on national television and waiting anxiously to see if I moved on to the next round.
The next few moments could change everything—it could launch a legit career in music if I win the grand prize of a contract with a producer. It could mean a new life for me and my family.
The enormity of what was to come is overwhelming, just like everything in my life these days. It all has a surreal quality to it. I can only focus on one thing at a time or I would lose it. And right now, I can’t let myself think about the final vote that’s about to come in and decide my fate.
Maybe that’s why I focus on Darren and Alex instead. I think about what we just did and marvel at my good fortune. Because win or lose, nobody can take that memory for me. Just like everything else these days, that quickie was intense, overwhelming, and life-altering.
I hover in the wings along with the other contestants as we wait and see what comes next. They call us out one by one with a little recap of our performances.
All I know for sure it, after this everything will change. This epic roller coaster of a reality show comes to an end one way or another.
I grin and take a deep breath as my name is called. This crazy ride might be coming to an end, but at least I know I’m going out with a bang.
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