The crowd's chants filtered through the walls: “En-core! En-core!”
We had to hurry, but damn, her tongue swirling over the underside felt too good to rush.
Milo stepped up beside me, his own jeans undone, his cock out. He didn't need to say a word; Roxie knew exactly what to do. She pulled off me with a wet pop, a single string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip, and turned to him. Her hand wrapped around his base as she swallowed him down, bobbing her head eagerly while jacking me off with her other hand. Milo groaned, hisfingers tangling in her hair, but he kept his eyes on the door, aware of the ticking clock.
“Switch,” I ordered after a bit, my urgency building.
The arena was going wild now. Roxie obeyed instantly, her mouth back on me, sucking harder, deeper, gagging just enough to make it filthy. She was ours, our curvy little slut, and loving every second of being manhandled. Her free hand stroked Milo while she worked me, but I grabbed her hair, forcing her focus.
“Eyes on me. Take it all.”
She did, hollowing her cheeks, her throat relaxing as I fucked her face. A trickle of drool spilled over her chin, running down between her tits. Milo took his turn again, thrusting into her mouth while I watched, my hand pumping my slick cock. I put a hand on the back of her head and moved her faster on the drummer, and the muffled moan that she responded with was music to my ears.
The chants were relentless, pushing us faster. No time for foreplay: this was about release, about claiming her quick and dirty before the lights called us back.
“Enough,” I said, pulling her off Milo.
Her lips were shiny with moisture and she gasped for air, but her eyes begged for more. She fucking loved it, our eager toy. I couldn’t wait to see how drenched she was.
I hauled her up by the arms, spinning her around and bending her over the makeup table so I could watch her face in the mirror. Her skirt hiked up, revealing no panties, just her bare ass, round and inviting, her hair falling forward as she braced herself. Milo sighed eagerly at the sight.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded, kicking her feet apart.
She spread them and arched her back, presenting her wet pussy to me like an offering. My cock nudged her entrance, and her slick folds parted as I slammed in. She cried out, the sound sharp and intense, her walls clenching around me tight and hot. I gripped her hips and pounded into her, each thrust hard and deep, using her body for my pleasure.
Milo moved in front, his cock aimed at her mouth. She opened wide, taking him in as I fucked her from behind. There we were, Eiffel Towering our muse, her curvy frame rocking between us against the makeup table. I drove into her pussy relentlessly, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room. She moaned around Milo's shaft, the vibrations making him curse under his breath as we locked eyes for a brief moment.
“Look at her,” he said, voice all choked up. “She’s a pro at this.”
The crowd's roar peaked, a wave of sound crashing against the walls. Time was running out. I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough circles. Roxie bucked, her body trembling, loving how we reduced her to this quivering mess.
“You're our fucktoy,” I growled, leaning over her back, my breath hot on her neck. “Take it. Come for us.”
She did, her pussy spasming around my cock, milking me as she screamed around Milo's length. Her pussy juices ran down her thighs and coated my own with how close we were, joined together, my cock clamped inside her while she rode out her climax.
The chant outside broke into something louder, faster. I knew I needed to find release soon. Then the door rattled. Someone knocked once, quick and sharp.
“Encore in sixty!” Violet shouted through the door. “Or they’re turning the lights on!”
“That’s our cue,” Milo said, his breath ragged, eyes flicking to the door. “Switch with me. I need to fuck her.Now.”
38
Roxie
I was already in heaven, shared between these two irresistible rock stars. Having my first threesome and loving every filthy second of it.
And then Milo’s voice sang in my ears: “Switch with me. I need to fuck her.Now.”
Aftershocks from my orgasm sizzled through my veins like electricity.
Before now, I’d been vaguely skeptical that they were capable of sharing me. I’d wondered if jealousy and competition would take away the fun of a threesome and make it into something more toxic. But they had no trouble at all taking me from both ends. If anything, they seemed more into this than I ever could have imagined.
That turned me on just as much as the sex itself.
Riot paused, his cock twitching against my inner walls, but I saw him nod in the mirror on the table, the adrenaline of the show making him pliable for once.
I stayed as I was, my hands splayed on the cool surface, strands falling into my face as I arched my back, ass presented high. Thechant outside surged again. I felt the vibration of it through the table, through my palms, through the space between the three of us.
