Without stopping kissing him, he shook the turmoil from his head and undid Marc’s jeans while the roadie unzipped his own. It all had started out calm, giving themselves time to adjust to the situation, but now it was lust and desire colliding in one big ticking bomb.
“Oh, God…” James moaned when Marc reached for his cock.
Chris couldn’t see since he was behind him, but his friend’s fist was bumping against his ass every time he moved down while grinding against him. Fucking exhilarating.
“Put on a condom,” Marc commanded after a few minutes, going back to devouring Chris as they undressed completely.
Rolling on his side to grab one of the foils scattered over the bedside table, James did as he was told. Either scared or turned on, everyone simply obeyed when the bassist when he used that tone.
Once the tech lay on his back with his dick sheathed, Marc climbed past his friend and positioned himself between James’s thighs. Without beating around the bush, he grabbed the base of his cock and flicked his tongue against the tip before swallowing him whole in one go.
“Oh fuuuuck!” The dude covered his face with both hands as he pressed his head back on the pillow.
Chris watched them while stroking himself, the heat turning his blood into lava. Marc’s low ponytail was swept to the side, and all his muscles were pumped. His neck was tense and his hand relentless as he bobbed up and down. He only slowed down once to come up for air and spit on the tech’s rim. James was completely undone, legs open, hips bucking to meet the bassist’s mouth as he moaned over and over.
A part of the guitarist was feeling possessive of Marc. He wanted every inch of his body and all his attention for him. But watching someone enjoy the things he did was alluring as fuck. Some weird sense of pride spread in his chest. James was about to have the most mind-blowing sex of his life, only to end up envying Chris because the next day the bassist would be all his again.
Tired of being left outside, Chris leaned down until his face was level with Marc, and passionately kissed him with James’s dick in between their mouths. It was absurd to say considering how indecent he was, but this was one of the crudest things he’d ever done. His friend’s unmistakable scent, taste, and warmth blended with the synthetic flavor of the rubber covering the cock of another man. He loved every bit. Especially when they ripped the most pornographic cries from the tech as he spurted inside the condom.
Next thing Chris knew, he was the one lying on his back with his dick deep in the roadie’s throat and Marc straddling his chest.
“You look so fucking hot right now.” He stroked his own shaft while holding Chris’s head slightly up with his other hand. “Open that filthy mouth for me, baby,” he rasped. “I want you to choke on my cock while you’re getting sucked.”
He didn’t have to ask twice.
Although this wasn’t the most comfortable position, nor one where Marc could really go deep, they both enjoyed it a bit too much. Sure, it left Chris at the bassist’s mercy as he was trapped under his body. But that was the magic of it. He couldn’t move at all, could barely breathe, yet he was mentally freer than ever.
With a hand pressed on the wall for support and the nails of the other scraping his friend’s scalp, Marc thrust without restraint. Chris loved the struggle of sucking him like this. The strain on his neck as his chin was practically touching his chest while the bassist drove into his mouth ferociously. From the outside, it probably looked like he was trying to choke him to death, but he had such control the guitarist knew he was safe with him, no matter how rough he got.
“Fuck, baby…” Marc tossed his head back as Chris caressed his thighs and ass. “You have the best fucking—Oh, fuck!” he yelped when a finger dipped inside of him.
He was a breathless mess, and the guitarist couldn’t help but gawk at his body shuddering with pleasure. He loved to see him like this. More so now that he was in a daze, groaning around him because of the things James was doing to him. Fuck, this man knew how to play.
“Holy shit!” Chris gasped when Marc pulled out before finishing.
“Feeling good, baby?” he asked as he brushed a few strands away from his forehead.
“Yesss…” he squeezed his eyes shut as he thrust upwards. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“I love it when you’re so wound up…” The bassist scooted down and pinched his nipples, still straddling him. “Come in his mouth and then fuck his ass like no one ever has. Show him how fucking amazing you are…”
With his gaze shifting between those dark pools, Chris swallowed. He was divided. Sure, they all had agreed to this. Hell, he had been dying to go further into his venture with his same gender for a couple of weeks. But Marc being so chill about it, asking him so enthusiastically to come while another man was sucking him, made him feel bad. Did he not care at all that he was enjoying someone else’s touch? Or was he really just proud of him?Proud of what?
Oh, shit.Chris bit his bottom lip when James corkscrewed his dick and picked up the pace with his mouth.
“Don’t hold back,” Marc whispered. “Your voice is the best fucking thing when you come.”
As those words rolled off his friend’s tongue, an orgasm tore through him like lightning. “Oh, fuck… Yes, yes, yes… Fuuuuck!” With his arms still under Marc’s legs, Chris fisted the short hair on top of the roadie’s head, keeping him down as the overload of sensations nipped his skin. The world around him spun, blurring until everything went black.
“Fuck, yeah… that’s it,” Marc rasped, pressing a palm on the guitarist’s chest as he tugged on his own cock, almost as pleased as him with his release. And ridiculously, that gesture made the guitarist feel worshiped.
James cupped his balls, dragging him out of the cloud he was in when he rolled them like dice, slowly moving his other hand on his shaft. “Fuck, dude… You’re nowhere near getting soft.”
“He has the best dick, doesn’t he?” Chris heard Marc say, bragging as he dismounted him.
“So damn pretty with this.” The tech thumbed the piercing.
Chris wanted to laugh, but he was dizzy, ears buzzing and body heavy like a ton of cement. That had been one hell of an orgasm. Their voices, continuing to tease him and praise his junk, were muffled and distant, as if they were in a different room. But he knew they were still with him. He could feel James’s hand on his left knee and Marc’s playful fingers intertwined with his.
