Maybe wehadbeen acting weird before everything was out in the open.
Our concert that night was in the Ball Arena, where the Denver Nuggets and Colorado Avalanche played. It was a relief to have Roxie with us in the dressing room before the show, and watching from the darkness while we played. I found myself glancing to where she stood behind a tall stack of amps, arms crossed under her breasts while she smiled. Her presence was a comfort, a pillar of support that I’d begun relying on more than I had expected.
As the concert went on, I thought more and more about her. About what I wanted to dotoher when the show was over, even if it meant kicking Violet off the bus for a while.
But when the show ended and we walked off stage, I realized I couldn’t wait until later.
“Taking a leak,” Cash said, putting his bass guitar down and running deeper backstage. “Don’t start the encore without me.”
Roxie threw her arms around me and kissed mehard. Like she’d been thinking about it the entire show. “You’re so fucking hot,” she told me.
That’s when I decided what needed to happen. Especially when she pulled away and kissed Milo next.
“Hey, Vi?” I asked. “Can you guard the door to the dressing room for a minute?”
She arched an eyebrow like she knew exactly what I was thinking. “Yes. But you owe me.”
“Deal.”
“What’s going on?” Roxie asked. “The crowd’s screaming for the encore.”
“We can let them wait a bit. Make them hungry for it.” I took her hand and pulled her toward the dressing room. “Milo, we need your help.”
“Ohhell yeah,” he said, immediately picking up on what I intended.
Roxie was still confused, but that was fine. She’d figure it outrealquick. I threw open the dressing room door and yanked her inside, Milo slipping in behind us.
The room was a mess of discarded clothes, empty bottles, and the faint smell of smoke from the opening band’s smoking session. But they were gone now, which was all that mattered. I kicked the door shut with my boot, the lock clicking just as the noise of the crowd dropped from a roar to a distant thunder.
Roxie looked between us, her mouth curving like she’d just figured it out. That look did something to me. It always did.
“Clock’s ticking,” Milo said, tapping the watch he wasn’t wearing.
I leaned in close to Roxie’s ear. “You hear that?”
The chanting from the crowd in the arena grew louder.
Her breath brushed my jaw. “I hear it.”
“Good,” I said. “Then you know we don’t have time to be polite.”
No time for bullshit. My cock was already straining against my jeans from the adrenaline high, and I could see Milo felt the same as he leaned against the makeup table.
“We’ve got, like, a couple minutes. Maybe more if they keep the chant going,” Milo said, hair a mess.
Right on cue, the chant surged through the walls. My name. The band name. The floor vibrated with it.
“On your knees,” I ordered Roxie, my voice low and commanding.
She dropped without a word, those pretty blue eyes lighting up with excitement, knees hitting the worn carpet. I could already tell she would love this, being our plaything, being passed around like our goddamnpossession.
I unzipped my pants, freeing my thick cock, which already throbbed with need. It sprang out, veins pulsing, the head slick with pre-come. Roxie's gaze locked on it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Suck it,” I said, fisting her blonde hair and guiding her forward.
Her warm mouth enveloped me, lips stretching around my girth as she took me deep. She moaned around my shaft, the vibration sending jolts straight to my core.
I thrust into her throat. I wasn’t gentle. I used her like the fucktoy she was.Ourtoy. The fact that she loved it made it all that much hotter. My cock twitched dangerously, and I braced against blowing it all too soon.
