Riot stood abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Enough teasing. I want her first.”
He shoved his jeans down, his massive cock springing free, veined and throbbing. Before Milo or Cash could protest, he spun me around, bending me over the mixing board. The cool metal pressed against my breasts as he lined up and pushed into me, all at once, filling my pussy in one hungry stroke. I cried out, the stretch burning so good, his hips slamming against my ass like I belonged to him.
“Fuck!” I gasped, pushing back to meet him. He gripped my hips, pounding hard, the sound of our skin slapping echoing in the room.
“That's it, take it like the slutty muse you are.”
Milo and Cash both watched, hands on their cocks, as Riot fucked me relentlessly, his tattoos flexing with each thrust. The sight of them watching eagerly spurred my arousal into overdrive.
Milo pouted playfully, his hand never slowing over his cock. “This isn’t a solo act, you know.”
Riot shot Milo a sideways look, all sharp edge and crooked grin, like the two of them had been competing for things long before they ever admitted it out loud.
Cash didn’t step in. He just watched, eyes steady, letting the tension stretch. And somehow, that made it worse. I felt it in my chest, in the way my breath came shallow, in the way my body leaned instinctively toward all of them at once. This wasn’t just about who went next. It was about who got to claim the moment. Claim me.
Riot slowed, pulling out with a groan. “Your turn, Milo. But don't wear her out.”
Milo hopped onto the swivel chair, pulling me onto his lap facing him. “Ride me, gorgeous. Show these guys how you bounce.”
I straddled him, sinking down onto his shaft with ease, my walls clenching around him. His hands roamed my curves, squeezing my ass as I rocked my hips, grinding my clit against his base. I was so wet, the sound of us joining together punctuated the air and made me want him even more.
“God, yes, just like that,” he breathed, his grin turning feral. “Your pussy's gripping me so tight, feels like it was made for this band.”
Riot and Cash circled us, their eyes hungry. Riot reached over, tweaking my nipple. “Faster, Roxie. Make him beg.”
Cash leaned in, kissing my neck, his teeth nipping the skin. “You're ours tonight. Every inch of you.”
“Everyinch,” Riot growled. “And every hole.”
“Just like we talked about,” Cash agreed with a wolfish smile.
A shiver of anticipation ran through me.They don’t mean… do they?
Milo's thrusts met mine from below, his legs tensing as he drove up, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Back off, you two,” Milo laughed breathlessly. “I'm in the middle of something here.”
Riot gave a throaty chuckle. “Jealous? Fine, but I'm next for that ass.” His eyes bore into mine. “That’s what I want. I wasn’t there when you did that with Cash and Milo.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “You want that, huh?”
He grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted me toward his lips in a vicious kiss. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
I came then, shuddering around Milo while he moaned along with me. The moment crested without warning, a deep, unspooling release that started low in my belly and rolled outward until I couldn’t tell where it ended. My body drew tight around Milo as if it had decided, briefly and fiercely, to keep him just there while I rode it out, every nerve lighting at once, bright and overwhelming. The room blurred at the edges; all I could register was the pulse of it, the way my breath stuttered and my thighs trembled as the sensation broke through me in waves. Warmth spilled, undeniable, my body answering him without restraint, leaving me boneless and shaking in his lap, emptied out and strangely weightless in the wake of it.
He groaned, fighting not to finish, and lifted me off gently. “Your go, Cash. Enjoy it before I steal her back.”
Cash didn't waste time. He cleared a space on the floor amid the cables, laying down a spare blanket from the corner.
“On your back, Roxie. Spread those legs.” His muscular frame loomed as I complied, his eyes locked on my dripping core.
All the nights that blurred together into sound checks and neon signs and tour bus ceilings flashed through my mind. I’d been the constant while everything else moved. The muse, the good-luck charm, the girl in the wings. And here they were, the three of them, finally mine.
The thought disappeared as Cash positioned himself between my thighs, rubbing his thick cock along my slit. “You weren’t kidding. She’s soaked. You love being passed around, don’t you?”
I looked up at him, my voice catching in my throat as he continued teasing me with his cock. He took his tip and draggedit over my clit, up and down, until I was a pathetic, squirming tangle of needy limbs begging for it.
“Tell me, Roxie. I want to hear you say it.”
