The word hung in the air, the thunder cracking as if in approval.
Milo's eyes widened, then narrowed with excitement. “Fuck, that's hot. I'm in. But who goes first?”
Cash's gaze locked on mine, intense. “Me.”
“Why you?”
“Because I called dibs.”
“You actually haven’t called—”
“Dibs,” Cash said. “I’m calling dibs right now.”
“Damnit,” Milo muttered.
“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” I said. “I think Cash is calling dibs on being the one to order us around first. Which meansyouget to be first to… dosomethingwith me.”
“Oh. Oh!” Milo smiled at both of us. “I like this game already.”
Cash nodded. “The rules are simple: what I say goes, until my turn's done. Then you, Milo. Are we all in agreement?”
The bass player didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. Even Milo went still, just for a second, and that alone made my pulse jump harder than the storm outside.
I nodded, heart racing, as Milo shrugged with easy agreement. The van felt like our little secret hideaway, the storm outside amplifying the tension inside. Cash moved closer, his hand brushing my arm, firm.
“Strip,” he said. “Both of you, clothes off. Now.”
Cash was kind of the Band Dad, making our plans and driving the tour bus, but he had never been thiscommandingbefore. It turned me on in a way that shocked and excited me.
My fingers trembled slightly as I peeled off my tank top, revealing my breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air. My jeans followed, sliding down my thighs, leaving me in just my panties. Milo was quicker, shedding his shirt then kicking off his pants,his cock already half-hard and springing free. Cash undressed last, deliberate, his muscular torso rippling as he dropped his jeans, his thick cock standing erect, veins prominent.
“Good,” Cash said, voice gravelly. “Now go close the van door. Pull the rope and the whole thing will slide down.”
I peeked around the fridge-sized box that was currently shielding me. “What if someone sees me?”
Cash only stared at me with his arms crossed, waiting.
Biting my lower lip nervously, I pawed across the van to the back and tugged on the rope. The garage-style door made a lot of noise as it fell into place, and I hurried back to the other two.
Cash immediately pointed to a sturdy equipment box in the corner, cleared of cables. “Roxie, bend over it, ass up. Milo, get behind her. Eat her pussy. Make her wet for us.”
I obeyed, heart thumping, leaning over the box's edge. The wood was rough against my palms, but the anticipation stopped me from caring.
Milo wasted no time dropping to his knees behind me. I felt his fingers lace around the elastic of my panties and then pull them down, the cool air hitting my exposed folds. I spread my legs, feeling vulnerable, the storm's roar drowning out my soft gasp.
Milo’s hands gripped my hips, thumbs spreading my cheeks wide. His breath was hot against my skin before his tongue delved in, flat and broad, licking from my clit up to my entrance. I moaned, pushing back against his face, the wet sounds of his mouth on me mixing with the rain hammering down on the roof of the van. He lapped eagerly, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucking gently, his energy pouring into every flick. I could feel Cash’s eyes on me even when I wasn’t looking at him, and the thought of it made my core clench.
Thunder boomed, vibrating through the van, and I arched my back, giving myself over to Milo’s attention completely.
Cash watched, stroking his cock slowly, his green eyes dark with hunger. “Deeper, Milo. Tongue-fuck her hole. Make her drip.”
Milo complied, thrusting his tongue inside me, swirling, tasting my arousal. I whimpered, thighs quivering, the power in Cash's voice making it all hotter, the way he directed us like instruments in his symphony. Milo’s nose bumped my clit as he ate me out, sloppy and fervent, my juices coating his chin. I rocked against him, chasing the building heat, lightning flashing through the small window, illuminating our tangled forms.
“Enough,” Cash commanded after what felt like eternity but was probably minutes, my body aching for more. “Roxie, sit on the edge of the box, legs spread wide. Milo, fuck her missionary. Slow at first. I want you to tease her.”
Milo put his palm to his forehead in a salute. “Message received.”
I turned, perching on the box, the metal edge biting into my ass as I opened my thighs. My pussy glistened from Milo's work, swollen and ready. He stepped between my legs, his lean body aligning with mine, cock throbbing as he rubbed the head against my slit. I looked up at him, his brown eyes locking onto mine, flirtatious grin flashing even now.
