“Maybe…” Redhead started, gripping Marc’s forearms with both hands. “We could leave already,” she said, low enough for no one else to hear but loud enough for the bassist to catch the sultriness in her tone under the harsh notes floating in the air. “My eardrums are numb from the music pounding so hard the entire day.”
“You sure?” Marc asked, offering her one last chance and a way out as he flashed Chris a knowing look.
Without noticing, they had created this silent code of signs and looks that had helped them to communicate during their hunting nights. Yeah, it sounded predatory, but it was what it was. They treated their companions respectfully, but they were just a temporary pleasure they targeted and used for their benefit—though they never left empty-handed.
“Mm-hmm…” She bit her bottom lip. “I’m tired, and sweaty… Could use a shower.”
“You said your car is nearby, right?” Marc asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“Yeah, a five-minute walk.”
“Okay.” He nodded while Chris was already saying goodbye to Ian and Søren.
“Night, guys. Say goodbye to Leah for us. Don’t do anything I would do.” The guitarist grinned.
“We’ll see.” Ian waved.
“Have fun,” Søren said, flashing them a smirk.
“Will do.”
“Bye.”
Thedrivedidn’ttakelonger than half an hour. Once they’d gotten to Buried Alive’s bus, taking advantage that it was empty except for the driver’s cabin, where the man was most likely sleeping like a log in his own bunk, they took turns to shower.
As if they were on a deadline, they locked themselves in the back lounge. After turning the couch into a bed, exchanging kisses and caresses, the three abandoned themselves to the frenzy of becoming part of something else.
Fingering, kissing, biting, and licking, the temperature rose. Seconds turned into minutes and, at some point, they got lost in a bubble where only lust existed as they edged each other repeatedly.
Marc usually hated suffering through sex like this, but there was pleasure within the pain he was bumping into right now… and he wanted more.
“Fuck me already…” Redhead moaned one of the few times Chris stopped fucking her throat. Marc’s senses tingled at the despair in her tone as he churned two fingers into her pussy while kneading her breast with the other hand.
“Such a greedy slut that needs two dicks at the same time,” Chris gritted before stuffing her mouth with his dick again.
This chick was a natural sub. She loved being degraded and handled like a rag doll—all of his favorite things to do. And the sounds she was making…Fuck. However, what Marc liked the most about tonight, and all the nights they’d spent together like this, was the guitarist. He was the epitome of perfection, with his disheveled hair and those bedroom eyes that screamed for attention at his darkest fantasies.
Marc wasn’t sure how, but despite his friend being an alpha too, they had found common ground to share control. And right now, with Vi lying on her back and him kneeling between her legs as Chris drove his dick down her throat at a punishing pace, he was showing a sadistic side of himself that made him so damn hot.
“Oh, fuck.” He reached for Marc’s shoulder to keep balanced when he tossed his head back. “You have such a wicked mouth.”
He fucked her with no mercy, both his hands tightening, one on Marc, the other on her.
The bassist saw stars. Skin ablaze, tearing itself off to feel him closer. Despair. Untapped passion. Heartache. All his emotions got entangled and wounded the little self-control he had at this point.
So stupid that just a palm on his shoulder made him mentally topple like this, yet he couldn’t help it. He was already burning with the heat soaring around them, and this man’s touch was like adding fuel to a raging wildfire. Anything he did was like that place between Heaven and Hell, where time stopped and you felt nothing but your existence stretching to reach them both.
With his head spinning and his pulse waving in his veins, the bassist finally pushed inside the drenched cunt of the redhead, muffled cries dying around Chris’s shaft.
She couldn’t be comfortable with how her body was twisted to accommodate Marc between her thighs and the guitarist on her side, but she didn’t seem bothered. In fact, she was coaxing for more, bobbing her head while letting the bassist hit that perfect spot repeatedly.
Once he began to move, something inside him stirred. The atmosphere was unhinged. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Everything blurred, and his mind unclipped from reality.
Moans and grunts mingled in a bubble of indecency as they fucked without restraints. The slapping sound of skin on skin as he sat back in a kneeling position, opening Vi’s legs wider for him, pulled his strings. So damn tight and warm. Her pussy sucked him in. Beads of sweat ran between the woman’s tits and his friend’s abs. But it was Chris staring at Marc with fire in his eyes that made the heat in his core infect his lungs and mind, too.
Fuck.
He’s straight, he’s straight, he’s straight, Marc repeated in his head like a mantra.
