“Like this, boss?” Milo asked, running his swollen head against my clit up and then down slowly.
“Just like that,” Cash confirmed, his voice thick with pleasure as he watched.
Milo pushed in slow, inch by inch, stretching me. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Hefilled me completely, his length hitting just right, and he started thrusting in smooth, measured strokes.
Cash moved close so he could squeeze one of my breasts, pinching the nipple hard while his other hand stroked his cock. “Faster now, Milo. Make her scream over the thunder. I want them to hear it in the tour bus.”
Milo’s hips snapped forward, driving into me, the box creaking under us. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, the slap of skin echoing in the confined space. Rain lashed the sides of the massive van, but inside there was fire. His cock plunging deep, hitting the perfect angle, an intense amount of friction on my g-spot with every stroke. Cash’s commands fueled it, his quiet authority making me clench around Milo, waves of pleasure crashing.
“Touch her clit, Milo,” Cash ordered. “Rub it while you fuck her.”
Milo’s fingers found my nub, circling fast, and I shattered, orgasm ripping through me, walls pulsing around his cock. I tried to hold back from making too much noise, but then Cash reached down and pinched my nipple again, harder this time.
“I said I want them to hear it in the tour bus,” Cash said. “I want Riot to know what he’s missing.Screamfor us, Roxie.”
My head fell back and I let it out, an intense cry of ecstasy that went on long enough to make my throat burn. Milo groaned, thrusting harder to fuel the tail end of my climax, but he held back, sweat beading on his brow.
“Good,” Cash said, smiling at me. “Now it’s my turn.”
Milo breathed a sigh of relief, pulling out with a wet pop, leaving my entire body trembling. He took one measured step away from me and then said, “Roxie, on your knees. Suck Cash’s cock, deep throat him. Make him throb.”
I slid to the van floor, knees on the tarp, the storm’s vibrations rumbling under me. Cash stood before me, his muscular legs parted, cock jutting out, thick and demanding. I leaned in, lips parting, tongue flicking the underside before taking him in. He was salty, hard, filling my mouth as I bobbed, hollowing my cheeks. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me how he wanted me.
“Absolutely not,” Milo interrupted. “Cash, take your hand out of her hair. You have to stand there and take it. No touching her or moving at all. This isherjob.”
Cash let out a small groan. “That’s going to test my willpower. But okay.”
He put his hands behind his back to stop himself from being tempted as I resumed the blowjob. All the while, Milo’s eyes were wide and hungry as he watched.
“Deeper, Rox,” Milo urged, voice playful but firm. “Swallow him. Use your hands on his balls. Give them a nice little squeeze.”
I relaxed my throat, taking more, gagging slightly but pushing on, my tongue flicking his shaft. Cash grunted, his quiet facade cracking with a low moan, hips twitching. I cupped his heavy balls, massaging gently, sucking harder, saliva dripping down my chin.
Thunder rolled closer as I worked Cash’s cock, feeling it pulse against my tongue. Milo's hand stroked his own length, watching intently.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Now, Cash, bend her over the box again, doggy style. Fuck her pussy hard.”
Cash pulled me up by the arm, spinning me around. I braced on the box, ass presented, pussy aching for him. He gripped my shoulder, his body pressing against me, and thrustin one smooth motion, burying deep. I yelped, the fullness overwhelming, his thickness stretching me wider than Milo. He started pounding without hesitation, relentless and hungry, each slam jolting me forward, breasts swaying.
“Harder, Cash,” Milo commanded, giving us cues like a director. “Grip her hair, pull it. Make her feel every inch.”
Cash's fist wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back, arching my spine. The pull sent sparks down my body, mixing pain and pleasure as he railed me, cock slamming into my depths. I moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, walls fluttering. Milo's orders amped it up, his voice laced with excitement.
“Slap her ass.”
Cash’s hand flashed out with a loud smack, followed by a flare of heat and pain. Like lightning followed by thunder. I moaned louder for them.
“Harder,” Milo said. “Leave a handprint.”
The smack landed again, stinging, heat blooming on my skin.
“Another.”
Cash did it again, rhythm matching his hips, fucking me raw and deep. Cash had never done this during sex, and the change was erotic in all the best ways.
“Again.”
The moment Cash’s palm struck my bare ass I began to come again, screaming, clenching around him, but he didn’t stop, driving through my spasms, fingers tightening even more in my hair.
