“Because we’re so tame, huh? You’re breaking my heart.”
“I highly doubt you’re that tame.”
Chris raised a brow and smirked, glancing at Marc for a second. His friend’s eyes were dark, hooded, and filled with depraved enthusiasm.
“How so?” the guitarist asked.
“For starters, your witty remarks. And also, I doubt you’d have invited meto watch the concertwith you if you werethat tame.” A lopsided grin stretched across her face.
“I solemnly swear I was just trying to be nice.” Chris played dumb.
“Well…” Gen inched closer to him, lips brushing against his ear. “I hope you’re not so nice later tonight.”
He already loved this chick.
Chuckling, he glanced at Marc, who smirked right back at him. It was haunting and so fucking delicious Chris’s dick throbbed in his pants with anticipation.
Chris had been low-key worried at the beginning because Marc had seemed a little hesitant about this whole threesome thing from the start. While he’d been open to talking about it before, he still hadn’t looked one hundred percent convinced. Chris didn’t want to look too much into it, and assumed he was just going through something he didn’t want to talk about. At least he didn’t fight it, and all he needed was a little push to let go of those concerns and focus on the present.
“We’ll be whatever you want us to be,” he husked against Gen’s lips when he turned his face to her again. “You want it nice? We’ll be nice.” He ran his fingers down her back. “You want it rough? We’ll be rough.” His thumb hooked onto the waistband of the shorts she was wearing.
“We?” she asked, shock mixed with excitement sparking in her irises.
“Me and Marc.” Chris tipped his chin up, pointing at his friend on her other side.
“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip, looking down for a second, probably considering it.
Chris couldn’t blame her, nor would he push the issue if she didn’t feel comfortable with it. She didn’t know them at all, and it wasn’t a secret that more than one musician had used their position to cross lines that shouldneverbe crossed. It was only normal that she had reservations about it.
It was only when the first chords slipped through the massive amps on the stage, making every particle in the air around them vibrate, that Gen leaned in closer to Chris.
“I can’t wait for theafter-party.”
With that, the guitarist leaned forward and bit her bottom lip. Gen softly moaned, sending the fluttering in his chest right down to his dick. Her lips, soft and tasting like a strange mix of beer and Twizzlers, molded and moved perfectly against his.
One second later, she was pulling away, a wicked smile on her mouth as she turned around and kissed Marc with the same teasing sensuality.
It was quick and chaste compared to what they’d be doing an hour later, but it was enough to keep the three of them excited for what was about to come.
AftergettingChrisoff,Gen turned her attention to Marc, replacing her hand on his dick with her mouth. The guitarist used that moment to take a break and dispose of the flavored condom he had on when she went down on him, letting Marc enjoy some one-on-one time for now. He was a fuck boy, yet he always tried to do it the safe way, for himself and for whoever his partner was. Emphasis on the “tried” though; sometimes he was too horny or too drunk—or both—to think about safety. But, in general, he was pretty responsible when it came to sex.
Hissing as he cleaned himself after tying a knot in the rubber and throwing it in the wastebasket in the corner, Chris side glanced at his friend. He had no idea why, but it was a big turn-on to watch the girl who had just made him come deep-throating Marc now, bobbing her head with eagerness while the bassist watched her from above. His long hair cascaded down his heaving chest, his expression probably one that only emperors and kings were allowed to wear in the past. So fucking majestic and indecent at the same time.
“Fuck… That’s it, keep going.” Marc reached for her head and fisted her hair, taking charge. “So fucking good.”
Wet, huffing, and gagging sounds swamped them in a warm embrace of lust. Chris’s senses were overloaded. Still, it was as if he hadn’t gotten his fix. He wanted more.Neededmore.
With his legs slightly parted, he reclined on the back of the sectional they’d opened so they had more room to play, and stroked himself. He was a rare creature. Didn’t know why, hadn’t trained for it, but he was one of those lucky bastards who could keep going at it without taking a break after a release—if he was really inspired, even after two or three. His dick never went flaccid and his energy never decreased. Some men envied him for this, and women definitely loved it.
As Marc’s eyes shot up, finding his in the middle of this clouding intoxication before looking back down, Chris had to squeeze his cock to stop himself from tumbling over the edge.
The electricity in the bassist’s dark irises, and the guttural moan that reverberated in his throat, got him so hard his insides reached a scalding point. His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared. Marc forcefully pushed Gen down on him once more, her entire body shivering as he came with her mouth wrapped around him.
A few seconds passed, and neither of them moved. Only heavy breathing and the music they’d put on when they locked themselves in the back lounge could be heard. Chris was mesmerized by the vein on Marc’s neck palpitating with violence. By the way Gen so unwaveringly submitted to his dominance. By the expressions he was making as he spurted his load into the condom. By the beautiful curves of her body completely folded to meet his urges. These two together, at this moment, looked like a beautifully obscene masterpiece.
Once Marc was fully sated, he lifted her head towards his lips, licking and biting her like a wild animal out of its cage. Meanwhile, Chris put on a new condom and lay down, his foot bumping into Marc’s as he did. They both were too tall for this crappy sectional’s length—lying transversely was the best.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” Marc whisper-growled as they broke the kiss.
