And I felt the urgency to make them come as quickly as possible so they could go out there for the encore.
Milo’s hands gripped my hips, slender fingers digging in. He wasted no time, his cock slamming home in one brutal thrust. I cried out, the stretch burning sweetly as he filled my pussy, his body pressing close. I was still tender and pulsing from Riot ravaging me, but I still wanted more. My body—my aching pussy—clung to Milo’s cock as if it were life itself.
“Fuck, you're soaked,” he muttered, starting to pound into me, each snap of his hips jolting me forward. The table rattled, bottles clinking, but the noise was drowned by the arena's frenzy outside, “We want more! We want more!”
A timer ticking down on our stolen time.
Riot stepped in front, his broad frame pushing against the table to aim his cock toward my mouth.
“Open up,” he ordered, and I did as I was told, tongue out, eager to serve. I was loving the way they treated me like I belonged to them. Like this was the only reason I existed.
I may not have been a real groupie, but for now I was enjoying being treated like one.
He pushed past my lips, claiming my throat while Milo railed me from behind. Sandwiched between them, I rocked with their rhythm, Milo's thrusts driving me onto Riot's length. It was filthy and perfect, being their shared plaything, passed and filled without mercy. My body trembled, clit throbbing untouched, but the fullness in both ends was enough to push me toward the edge again. I loved it, this raw possession, how they reduced meto whiny moans and shudders, theirs to do with as they pleased before the spotlight reclaimed them.
This was almost better than having all the time in the world. Knowing that while they were out there doing their thing, it was me they were thinking of. Me getting them hard and turned on. And then to have it all spill out of them like this… into me…
My pussy clenched hard, and Milo groaned out loud, his movements stuttering for a beat as he fought back control.
The room itself felt like it was pulsing, like the walls were leaning in to listen. The mirror caught every movement, every look Milo shot me when he thought Riot wasn’t watching, every moment Riot did watch and didn’t care. The silent agreement between them coursed through my entire body like a wildfire with no chance of dying out ever. And I didn’t want it to.
Milo's pace quickened, his thighs slapping against my skin, his hands roaming my curves, squeezing my ass, then reaching under to pinch my nipples through my shirt.
“I’m gonna explode,” he panted, his flirty tone turned guttural. Primal. “I’m going to fill that pussy with every drop I have.”
Riot matched him, fucking my face harder, his ink flexing as he snaked his fingers through my hair to hold my head in place as he aimed his cock for the back of my throat. Drool bubbled at the corners of my mouth, mixing with his pre-come, but I sucked greedily, hollowing my cheeks to take him deeper. To guide him toward release as fast as possible.
The urgency built along with the crowd's cheers, a pressure cooker of need. The sound of the fans had reached a frantic volume, a screaming, awailof anguish. It rolled through the walls, through the floor, through me, a pulse that matched the frantic beat in my chest. Somewhere on the other side of thedoor a voice called out, muffled but sharp, followed by the scrape of something metal being dragged across concrete.
We’re running out of time.
That only heightened everything, my walls clenching around Milo, mouth working Riot. His tip hit the deepest part of me, and I gagged around him, tears springing in my eyes.
“That’s it.” Milo caught my response in the mirror, and his eyes blazed with approval.
“Come with us,” Riot rasped, his dark gaze boring into mine, intense and unyielding.
His words ignited me. I was their willing slut, body completely under their control. Milo's fingers found my clit finally, rubbing frantic circles, and I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me, pussy spasming wildly around his cock. I screamed around Riot, the vibration tipping him over the edge. He thrust deep, groaning as hot jets erupted down my throat, forcing me to swallow every pulse. Milo buried himself to the hilt right then, his shaft throbbing as he unloaded inside my pussy, flooding my core with warmth.
We came together like that, locked in simultaneous release. Riot painting the inside of my mouth, Milo claiming my pussy, both ends overflowing with their seed. My body quaked, legs buckling, but they held me up, using me until the last drop, and I savored every second of it.
The chants peaked outside, a deafening wave that snapped us back to reality. Milo pulled out first, come trickling down my thigh, his hand giving my ass a playful smack.
“Encore time,” he murmured, zipping up with that confident wink. “Try not to miss me too much.”
I laughed, the sound soft and breathless.
“Good girl,” Riot said as he withdrew slowly, wiping his cock on my lips before tucking himself away.
I slumped against the table, breathless, hair a tangled mess, body humming with aftershocks. Come coated my tongue, leaked from between my legs, marking me as theirs. I was shocked by how much I loved it. The ache, the stickiness, the way they'd ravaged me, racing the clock and winning.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I straightened my skirt. They were already at the door, Milo’s drumsticks in his hand, the high of the sex fueling their return to the stage.
For a split second, I thought about the version of me who used to stand in the crowd instead of behind the curtain. The girl who watched the lights and the noise and the way the band moved like they owned the night. Now I was part of the rhythm, part of the secret that lived behind the stage and the sound checks and the late-night drives between cities. The thought settled into me, warm and steady, something I knew I’d carry long after the encore faded.
Violet glanced at me from outside, giving me a smile that seemed to say:it’s pretty great, huh?And then she followed them and was gone.
As the door swung shut behind them, the crowd's roar swallowed everything. I stayed back, savoring our little secret. Their muse, their toy, always ready for them, tour life be damned.
