When she had served them, she moved off with a wink at Keaton.
“Listen,” Gil said, after taking a sip of his beer, “I came because there’s been some buzz about you. I’ve seen you play before, and you were all right, but tonight was something different. I’ve been a scout for ten years and very rarely have I ever seen a band bring down the house like you guys did. And when that happens, I always offer a deal memo.”
“Oh my god,” Keaton murmured as he watched Byron take the business card.
“Of course, this is just an informal business arrangement right now establishing our relationship, but I have a good feeling about you,” Gil continued. “Byron, give my office a call on Monday.” He took another drink of his beer before placing it on the bar and standing. He held out his hand, and they all shook once more. When he got to Momo, he bent over and kissed the back of hers. “You guys definitely have a winner with her.”
Then he turned and left them. Momo fanned herself and downed half her water as Ash and Keaton jumped and hollered. The patrons around them liked the excitement, even though they hadn’t a clue what had happened, and jumped with them.
They rushed back, stopping Mike and Taylor as they loaded up the van to let them know their good news. Mike produced a flask from the glove box, and there, in the dark, dingy alley, they toasted to a successful night.
Mike drove them home, not even blinking an eye when Momo got out with Ash and Keaton. They waved goodbye and headed inside the repository, Ash leaving to turn on the generator to get the place warmed up. Keaton flipped on the kitchen light, turned, and rushed to Momo’s side. She was pale and sweating, holding a hand to her stomach.
“Are you all right?”
She shook her head. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
He grabbed her around the waist and brought her to the sink, where she vomited bile. She hadn’t eaten anything in hours, so only liquid came up. While Ash held her hair as her stomach tossed itself, Keaton ran to the bathroom to get a damp washrag.
For ten minutes she kept vomiting. Even when nothing was left in her stomach, the dry heaves started. Keaton bathed her face and ran the faucet water to flush away the acidic remnants. Finally, they started easing up, and Ash swung her up into his arms, taking her into their bedroom and placing her gently in the center of the huge bed.
“Sweetheart,” Ash murmured as he took out her pigtails. “Were you sick all night?”
“No,” she croaked. “I felt great until just awhile ago. I don’t know what happened.”
Keaton wiped her face again. He met Ash’s glace and matched his frown.
“Just sleep,” he told her. “Come morning light, you’ll be right as rain.”
She drifted off, wrapped up in their blankets. Keaton thought how he’d often wished she were in his and Ash’s bed, but not like this.
Chapter Ten
Keaton watched as Momo stirred and her eyes fluttered open. He lay beside her on the bed, his upper body propped up on his arm. She smiled at him and stretched, her long lithe body arching gracefully under the blankets.
“Good morning,” he murmured. “How are you feeling?”
She put her hand over her mouth. “Better. Actually, I feel like I hadn’t puked my guts up last night. That was a weird sickness, eh?”
“Why are you doing that?” he said, indicating her hand.
“Oh,” she said with a grimace. “When my breath tastes icky to me then I know it smells as if something crawled in my mouth and died.”
He grinned. “Lovely visual. There’s an extra toothbrush upstairs, under the cabinet. Ash got one at the dentist last month.”
She pushed off the blankets and nimbly bounded off the bed, mindless that she was dressed in only her panties and bra. He waggled his eyebrows lecherously at her. As she walked out of the bedroom, she slapped her ass and stuck her tongue out at him over her shoulder.
Chuckling, he watched her perfectly shaped rear end walk away. His cock stirred and the large bulbous head peaked from his pajama bottoms. He shifted to make himself slightly more comfortable and reached in to grip the shaft tightly. “See what you do to me?” he called after her.
Trying to ignore his tented pajama bottoms, he went into the kitchen to start coffee. A few minutes later, Momo walked in wearing one of Ash’s button-down shirts. It came to mid thigh, and knowing she was practically naked underneath made the ache in his dick even worse.
“Is that morning wood for me?” she murmured, kissing him leisurely on the lips.
“It can be if you want it,” he murmured back.
“What time does Ash get home?”
“About three thirty. Why?”
She cocked her head. “That gives us about five hours.”
“Yeah?”
She stepped back and smiled a little wickedly. “To put up the rest of the bedroom walls.”
His groan was not the lusty kind.
* * * *
When Ash walked in that afternoon he had to stop and admire the couple of changes Momo had made. The main thing was the bedroom had its last wall with a fresh coat of spackling drying on it. The kitchen table had flowers in the center, bright carnations that brought a pleasant scent in the air. He followed the sound of music around the divider and saw Keaton playing the guitar while Momo practiced her violin.
When she looked up and saw him, she gave a little squeal, set her instrument down, and ran to him. She jumped into his arms, and he wrapped them around her slim frame, trying to balance her squirming body as she rained kisses onto his face.
“I have to take a shower,” he reluctantly told her. “I have newspaper ink all over me.”
“Then hurry,” she whispered in his ear. “I’ve been dying for cock all day, and now I get two. So be fast.”
His mouth slacked partially open, and without another word or even a greeting to Keaton, he ran up the stairs to the bathroom where he showered in less than five minutes. When he came back down, with only a towel around his hips, he walked right to the bedroom and opened the brand-new door.
Keaton rested against the headboard, his arms folded behind his head and his boner sticking straight up. Momo was on her knees in the center of the bed, a scrap of panties and a see-through bra her only clothing. She was rubbing her hands all over her body, up and down and over her breasts. She reached behind her and gave herself a slap on the ass. Then she stretched out her finger and beckoned him. He dropped the towel.
“Oh, yum,” she said as she eyed his cock. “I’ve been wanting some of your love juice for a while now.”
“God,” he gasped.
She pulled him against her, and their mouths met hungrily, pent-up desire exploding as the fire between them flamed up. What made it all the sexier was knowing this time he didn’t have to stop. He slid his hand across her smooth, nearly bare ass, loving the tight firm cheeks and warm skin. He traced her spine one vertebrae at a time until he reached the fastening for her bra and unhooked it. As the scrap of lace fell, he filled his palms with her breasts.
She leaned into him more, her arms snaking around his neck. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and tugged gently on them. She responded by moaning deep in her throat and arching her back, silently begging for more. He broke the kiss and trailed hot kisses down her throat until he got to the turgid peaks. Her breasts were on the small side, with adorable little areolas, but they were so sensitive he had her begging and writhing in seconds.
And then Keaton appeared behind her so that she was sandwiched between them. He had his hands on her hips, pulling her pert little ass against his rigid cock.
“Suck him,” he whispered into her ear, loud enough for Ash to hear him. “Suck him down that incredible mouth of yours.”
Ash reluctantly pulled away from her as she pushed on his shoulders. He leaned back, still on his knees, and used his hands to prop himself up as Momo draped herself over his body. Her hair tickled his thighs as she nipped and licked her way down his stomach and thighs until s
he reached her destination. Gently, she took his cock in her hands and explored, first the base and then his balls, cupping them and rolling them around in her palms. Then she leaned over and licked.
He groaned, and his hips jumped involuntarily.
She kept at it, licking and slurping. He knew he had to be leaking moisture from the tip because he was painfully aroused. Her hand started pumping the shaft as she sucked the head into her mouth, laving the large head like it was milk chocolate to savor.
His hips started to buck against her face as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Her lips replaced her hand, wrapping tightly around him as she sucked so hard her cheeks hollowed. He was lost. As much as he loved Keaton sucking his cock, Momo’s mouth was so small it actually felt like he was fucking her pussy. In and out of her hot, wet mouth he pumped, guided by her hand.
And then it was gone. She was gone. Ash’s eyes popped open as he saw Keaton’s wicked grin.
“Oh no,” he said. “No coming yet. We got lots of time and so much to do with our lovely girlfriend.”
Hearing the words put a smile on Ash’s face, even though his dick throbbed. He desperately wanted to bury himself inside Momo’s hot cunt and ride her until they were both delirious, but he was curious to see what Keaton had up his sleeve.
He watched as Keaton pushed Momo’s face gently down to the bed, which thrust her ass out. He could see her pert little nipples hanging between her thighs. Keaton pulled her tiny panties over her hips and then away and down from her wet pussy. He picked up each leg to slide them off her. He brought them up to his nose to inhale her scent before tossing them somewhere behind him off the bed. Then he slid his hands back up her legs, to her thighs, his thumbs rising until they touched the valley formed by her now swollen pussy lips. She jumped and moaned, her hips wiggling for more. His index finger used the leaking wetness to coat his finger before easing it inside.
“Oh,” she moaned loudly.
“Your sweet little pussy is gripping me so tight,” Keaton murmured. “A hot little cave for my dick to slide in.”
He pulled out then pushed it back in, massaging her clit. From his vantage point, Ash could see the bliss transforming her face as Keaton rubbed over it again and again. He shifted closer to her until her head practically lay in his lap. Seeing his cock, she latched on right away, her warm mouth taking him in.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered as she started to blow him, her mouth sucking him deep as his hips pumped between her lips.
He saw Keaton slide another finger into her. The squelching sound penetrated the air as he finger fucked her. She didn’t last long. Ash felt her rhythm on his cock falter as she let out a huge gasp and moan. Her body quivered as she pushed herself back on Keaton’s fingers.
He clamped a hand at the base of his cock and squeezed hard, holding off his own orgasm. His heart was thundering in his chest, and he was lightheaded, but as tempting as her mouth was, he wanted to be buried deep inside her when he finally came. He felt that would somehow cement their union, all three of them, and he wanted to be with Keaton when that happened.
So he reluctantly pulled back out of her mouth. Keaton had withdrawn his fingers and was licking them clean. He gave Ash a knowing smile as they pulled Momo upright. She was practically purring. The scent of sex filled the air as they eased back, letting the moment cool them down. They had all night, and they didn’t want to rush things.
Ash flopped back onto the bed, his arms above his head as he watched Momo turn to give Keaton a heated kiss. His eyes roamed her body, her skin glowing mocha in the warm lighting. She had a tattoo on her left hip, a yin and yang symbolized with two dragons eating each other’s tail, their wings the line diving them. It was a cool ass tat.
Her body was slim, sleek, her muscles toned. He decided that he liked seeing Keaton’s hands upon her, exploring. His fingers dipped between her thighs. Her pussy was trimmed neatly, showing off the swollen lips. Momo was moaning and undulating upon his fingers, making little mewling noises that drove him wild.
She was so incredibly sexy. He wanted to have her ride him until he exploded with pleasure. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out several condoms. He caught Keaton’s eye and held one up. Keaton nodded, his eyes obsidian with lust.
Ash rolled the condom over his throbbing member.
“Momo,” he said thickly. “Come ride me.”
She opened her eyes, saw his cock, and licked her lips. Keaton withdrew his hand, and she crawled on her hands and knees to Ash. He took her hips as she straddled him but let her take the lead. She lined herself up over his straining rod and began to lower herself down. Slowly, allowing her body to adjust to his size as she settled upon him, she bit her lower lip until she was seated firmly on him.
“Oh yes,” she said a bit breathlessly. “Oh yes, yes, yes.”
She began pumping, using her knees to raise herself up and down. For a few minutes he let her take the lead, her juice coating them and running down his thighs. Keaton moved in behind her and both men started touching her. Ash reached up to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. She moaned each time he twisted and bucked a little wildly. He loved that she was into some pain with her pleasure.
Then Keaton was pushing her forward onto him, bringing her breasts flush on his chest. Ash loved feeling them rub against his hairless chest, skin to skin.
Then he knew Keaton was preparing her, even though he couldn’t see it. He imagined Keaton sliding his hand between her cheeks, finding her puckered other hole, and using his fingers to stretch her backdoor.
Momo moaned and became more agitated, squirming even as her hips still tried to buck on his cock. A moment later, Keaton was pressing into her, so Ash grabbed her hips to keep her still. He had actually never done this before so he was working off instinct. He pulled Momo’s hips down so he could slide out of her while Keaton was working his way in. And then she gasped at the same time that Keaton gasped, and her eyes flew open.
Ash knew Keaton was in.
At first their movements were awkward as they learned how to move together. As Ash surged forward, Keaton would retreat, and then as he pushed in, Ash backed out. It was a was a good way to learn how to work with each other, and Ash loved feeling Keaton like this, separated by only a thin membrane of skin.
He felt Momo quiver on top of him and realized she had just come, but her hips undulated, wanting more so he gladly gave. Their movements sped up, and he could feel her body tensing again, ready to have her next orgasm.
As the fire in his blood started raging out of control, his rhythm faltered. He started slamming into her, losing his mind on her cries of enjoyment. He used his hands on her hips to pull her deeper onto him. Keaton was moaning, and dimly, Ash realized Keaton was getting ready to climax, and the thought drove him wild.
“Oh! Oh my God!” Momo was crying in abandonment. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
And then he felt Keaton’s dick swell and pulse as he came. He could actually feel it jerking inside her. In the next second, Momo cried as she flung her head back onto Keaton’s shoulder, her body shuddering as she creamed.
“Yes!” he cried, and exploded. He felt like he was pouring his life into her, unable to do nothing else but ride the wave.
And then they all collapsed into each other’s arms, panting and sweating. Ash was literally unable to move. His bones had liquefied, and he felt like he had died and gone to heaven a happy man.
Momo was on his chest, her body heaving as she gulped in deep breaths. He plopped out of her, and he reached down to grab himself, easing the condom off and tying it. He leaned over the bed and put it in the trash.
“That was fucking fantastic,” she murmured to them. “Now, next time, give me a little spanking and I’ll be one happy woman.”
And with that little statement, Ash’s cock twitched happily.
Chapter Eleven
“So come on, man!” Taylor moaned. “What did they say?”
“Wait till Mike gets her
e,” Byron said.
“Mike Schmike!” Taylor said with a huff. He crossed his arms and flopped back on the couch, but his knee jittered crazily, belying his nervousness.
“You wouldn’t like it very much if we were saying Taylor Schmaylor if it was you, would you?” Momo shot at him.
Keaton laughed.
Taylor sent her a withering glance. “And what exactly are you still doing here?”
“Easy,” Ash warned.
“She’s part of the band now,” Keaton told him firmly. “Without her sound, Gil Johannson wouldn’t have offered us a deal memo.”
Taylor practically jumped out of his seat. “So we have it? We go in to talk to the entertainment lawyers?”
“Wait for Mike,” Byron all but growled to him.
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered under his breath as he crossed his arms again and pouted.
Keaton looked at Ash and rolled his eyes.
“Sorry I’m late!” Mike called out as he opened the repository’s door.
“Thank the fuck!” Taylor yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
“What’d I miss?” Mike asked.
“We waited for you,” Byron told him.
“So sit the fuck down so we can hear about us signing with Abca records,” Taylor retorted.
“Cool it, Taylor,” Keaton warned in a stern voice.
Mike plopped next to him, and Taylor fell quiet looking expectantly at Byron, Keaton, and Ash.
“The meeting went well,” Byron said. “As you know, Gil Johannson offered a deal memo to us, and today Keaton, Ash and I saw it. Basically it states that in addition to recording ‘Space,’ we write two more songs to show them what we got. We get to use their facilities, have use of their music editors, their mixers, we’ll get a producer and basically, guys…and girl…we’ve got our foot in the door.”
A round of cheers went around.
Byron held up his hands. “Wait. I want you to think about what’s in store for us. We start next week, and for one month, we have to put our balls to the wall. Yes, Momo, even you. Now, the big issue is our jobs. We all have them, but now it’s time to see if shifts can be worked around because, if not, then you have a choice to make.”
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