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advisory: m/f sex, m/m sex, oral sex
With his
instrument slung low, Stefan looked out over the audience while he played
rhythm guitar. Catelin sat at a table near the stage and her presence was
distracting him. Not that he’d messed up to the point that the average onlooker
would notice. Though he was glad he wasn’t on violin. The instrument was
unforgiving and every mistake came out loud and clear. He didn’t make mistakes
often. But Catelin had his mind on things besides the notes he was playing.
He hadn’t seen
her since the week before when they’d met at the party. And damn, he’d assumed
she would at least call him. But apparently, she really wasn’t into the groupie shit. Which only made him want her
more. While most women threw themselves at him like wanton whores, she didn’t
seem to give a shit if they were together again or not.
He glanced over
and caught Mark glaring at him. Shocking as it was, Stefan didn’t care. Not
because he didn’t want Mark, but he was completely under Catelin’s spell. He
had to have her again. He and Mark could hook up any time. Besides, it served
Mark right. How many times had he gone home with a groupie, male or female,
leaving Stefan with wounded pride and a case of raging insecurity?
He turned his
attention back to Catelin. She had worn a red leather skirt that practically
showed her pussy and a matching top that shoved her breasts up to the point
that they almost spilled over the leather cups. God, he wanted to fuck her
right there on the table. In front of every damn person in the club if they
were interested in watching. Somehow, he didn’t think she would find that idea
to her liking.
He made eye
contact with her and she smiled at him. He warmed all over and his cock shoved
at his leather pants.
She licked her
lips, slow and hot.
He missed a
note.
Mark shot him an
annoyed glance.
Fuck! He had to
keep his mind on finishing the set.
She smirked and
lifted a glass to her lips.
As soon as the
set was over, he made his way to her table and slid into a chair opposite her.
“You looked good
up there,” she said.
“You looked
pretty damn good down here.” Understatement.
She sipped her
drink, shook the glass, sipped a little more. “The bass player was getting
pissed at you.”
“He’ll get over
it.”
“He doesn’t like
you messing around with me.” She shook the glass again, clinking ice cubes.
“He’ll be cool
with it. He’s never acted like that before.”
She set the
glass down. “Then how do you know he’ll be cool with it? You might be setting
yourself up to lose your boyfriend.”
He signaled for
Penny, his favorite waitress, to bring him a cold one. “No. Mark fucks around
on me all the time. He is bent over
you, but he won’t dump me.”
“I’ll have to
take your word for that.”
Penny brought
his drink and waved away his money when he dug for his wallet. “On the house.
Boss owes you one.”
“Thanks, Penny.”
“No problem,
luv.” She wiggled away to tend to a nearby table.
“I thought you
would call me,” Stefan said and took a drink.
She smiled and
mischief sparkled in her eyes. “I almost did. But I didn’t want you to think I
couldn’t get along without you.”
Ouch. She knew
how to deliver a zinger to the ego. Never the less, he wasn’t going to let her
go home alone. “Will you come over to my house later?”
“So we can
fuck?” She gave him an innocent look.
He wasn’t going
to play games. “Yes.”
She acted as if
she were debating whether or not she could spare him some time but then she
said, “Yes. I’ll come over.”
He slid over
into the chair beside her, placed a finger under her chin, tilted her head and
kissed her. A little groan escaped her parted lips and his tongue darted inside
her mouth. She tasted like Long Island Ice Tea. A few of those and she would
probably do any damn thing he wanted. He reached under the table then between
her thighs, working his way up under the leather skirt until he felt her heat.
She shifted slightly and he encountered hot, damp silk covering her core. She
moaned and reluctantly, he broke the kiss.
His fingers
brushed over the damp material between her legs then resurfaced to the top of
the table. “I have to get back up there but I’ll be ready to leave as soon as
we finish.”
“I’ll be
waiting,” she said.
He glanced up. Someone
dumping ice water on his crotch couldn’t have cooled him down any quicker. To
his chagrin, Richele was there, no surprise, and headed for their table.
“Shit,” he said.
“What?”
He tilted his
head in Richele’s direction.
She steamrolled
through the crowd to where they sat. For a moment she didn’t say anything. She
glared at Catelin. Then she turned her attention to him. “This your new
chippie?”
“Richele, why
don’t you just turn around and go back to whoever you came here with. You’ve
obviously had too much to drink.”
“My ass,” she
said and looked down her nose at Catelin. “You could do a lot better than her.
“Richele, I
don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you need to stop because it isn’t
going to happen. Not in this lifetime or the next.”
“Why? She isn’t
that hot? Not when you could have me.” She flipped her hair.
Stefan snorted.
“Honey, any man who sticks it in you is a lot braver than me. I like my willie
in a non-diseased condition.”
“Non-diseased?
Why you. . .bastard. I don’t have anything.”
“And I’d believe
that one.”
“Fuck . You.” She
spun on her spiked heels and stormed back across the floor, dislodging people
in her way like a small tornado.
“Holy shit,”
Catelin said. “Ex-girlfriend?”
“Are you
kidding? I really wouldn’t stick my dick in that thing. She’s done half the
rock world that I know of.”
“Eewww.”
“Yeah. That’s
about the size of it. The bitch is crazy. She’s been trying to get my cock for
months and no matter what I say, she comes back and tries again.”
“Stalker type.”
“No. She just
turns up where we’re playing and shows her ass.”
“Nice.”
“No. Not at
all.”
When
the second set ended,
Stefan waved for Catelin to come backstage with him. When she joined him, he
guided her along the side of the stage to the dressing room behind it. Several
girls were already lounging on ancient furniture with his band-mates.
Catelin stood
close beside him.
Mark put his bass
in a case and then sauntered over, moving like a panther. He made eye contact
with Catelin, grabbed Stefan by his shirt and yanked him forward. Mark pressed
his mouth to Stefan’s in a hot kiss that quickly deepened. Mark grabbed
Stefan’s crotch, fondling his cock. Stefan hardened under the groping hand and
pushed forward for greater contact.
Mark released
him and addressed Catelin. “I don’t mind sharing, but he is mine. Just so you know.” He turned and stomped from the dressing
room.
“Wow.” Catelin
stepped back. “I thought you said he didn’t get jealous.”
Mark had never
reacted that way before. “He isn’t normally like that.”
Catelin shoved
her hair back from her face. “He’s pissed.”
“I’ll make it up
to him later.”
She hesitated
then said, “You could ask him if he wants to join us.”
“Are you
serious?” Holy shit. She was into kink?
“Yeah. I’ve
never been in a three-way but it might be fun with a couple of guys hot for
each other.”
“Nasty girl.”
Hell, it sounded like fun to him and it would keep Mark happy.
“Yeah, I don’t
see anything wrong with having an extra person in the mix. Besides,” she
purred. “Watching you guys have sex would be really hot.”
Stefan laughed.
“Perv.”
“Maybe.”
“You know you
might end up getting fucked by both of us?”
A smile curved
her lips. “Yes.”
He shrugged. “If
you’re into that and understand it could get out of hand then I’m willing to go
along with it.” Why not? He and Mark had never shared a female before but it
sure as hell sounded hot. As long as Mark realized she was his.
“Hang tight for
a minute and let me go talk to Mark.” He hot-footed it out of the dressing room
in search of the bass player.
Mark was parked
at the bar talking with a blond. Stefan went up on Mark’s other side. “Hey,
man, we want you to join us. If you want.” He quirked a questioning eyebrow.
Mark leaned
back. “A threesome?”
“Yeah, she’s up
for it and I don’t mind if she doesn’t.” Actually, he was getting pretty turned
on by the idea and his cock was hard enough to pound nails just thinking about
it.
“I get to fuck
her,” Mark said. “And you.”
“Figured as
much.” His balls ached.
Mark turned to
the girl next to him. “I have to leave. Look me up next time we play here.”
She looked
disappointed but nodded.
“Come on,” Mark
said. “I’m horny as fuck.”
He wasn’t the
only one. “My house,” Stefan said. No way was he driving home later. They were
all welcome to sleep over but he wasn’t staying at Mark’s place and he wasn’t
driving anyone home after what was guaranteed to put his dick in the dirt. No
pun intended because he wasn’t going there. Receiving was a gift, giving wasn’t
happening, and he only dallied with men willing to accept that limitation.
They went back
into the dressing room.
Catelin looked
between them and her lips twitched up at the corners. Obviously, they were easy
to read.
“Let’s go to my
place,” Stefan said. “You can ride with me,” he said to Catelin. “Or you can
drive your own car so you don’t have to wait till tomorrow to get it.”
“I’ll meet you
guys there,” she said.
Stefan
made it home before
the others arrived. Thanks to the housekeepers he couldn’t afford, the place
looked great. It was nice to come home and not have to tear through the house
picking up and tidying before anyone showed up.
He went to the
bar and poured himself a Jack and Coke. Before he finished it, Mark pulled in
with Catelin right behind him.
Excitement
kicked into gear and his belly tightened with anticipation. It was his first
three-way and god damn, he was as randy as that whore Richele.
He greeted them
and offered a round of drinks.
“I’ll have one,”
Catelin said.
“Mind if I
shower?” Mark asked.
“You know where
it’s at.”
“Don’t you two
start without me,” Mark said and headed for the bathroom.
“Come on up to
the bedroom when you’re done,” Stefan called.
“Don’t start
till I get there,” Mark snapped.
Stefan laughed.
“Thinks he might miss something.”
She eased over
to him and slipped her arms around his neck. He bent and pressed his lips to
hers in a long, hot kiss. Moaning, she opened, inviting, and his tongue slid
into her mouth, tasting the alcohol she’d drunk. Vaguely, he registered the
sound of the shower in the background.
He reached up
her skirt and slipped under the elastic of her panties. His fingers hit sticky
wetness. She was as turned on by the coming attraction as he was. He found her
clit and rubbed. She moaned and pushed down on his finger but he withdrew.
“Come on,” he
took her hand and led her up to his bedroom. He kicked off his shoes. “We may
as well get comfortable. He’s going to be bare ass naked when he comes up
here.”
Catelin reached
for the laces on her top but he stopped her. “I want to strip you,” he said and
went to her. He deftly worked the lacing through the eyelets. Then he eased the
leather off and let it drop to the floor. She thrust her breasts forward and
grasped his face between her hands. “Lick them,” she said and urged him toward
her breasts.
He didn’t need
any encouragement. He fastened his mouth over a taut bud and sucked it into his
mouth where he teased with his teeth and tongue before moving to give its twin
equal time. Her fingers fisted into his hair and she moaned her pleasure as he
nipped and licked her nipples.
“Damn it, Stefan.
I said to wait for me,” Mark growled as he came into the room while Stefan’s
head was buried between Catelin’s tits.
He came up for
air. “We aren’t doing anything. Just warming up a little.”
Mark dropped the
towel from around his hips. “Warm up on this,” he said and grabbed his cock and
then sauntered to Stefan’s bed where he settled in the middle of the mattress.
“Who first?” he asked and looked between them.
“You can call
it,” Stefan said.
“Okay. I want to
eat her and then fuck you. She can watch and pleasure herself when I do you.
Then you do her and I watch. By then I should be ready to fuck her, too.”
“Okay,” Stefan
said. “You good with that?” he asked Catelin.
She nodded.
Catelin
dropped her skirt and
climbed onto the bed with Mark. While she positioned herself amid a stack of
pillows, Stefan settled at the foot of the bed. He’d stripped and was already
working his cock with a slow stroke.
She eyed Mark.
His cock was hard, impressive in length and girth. No wonder Stefan enjoyed
being Mark’s lover.
As she checked
out his endowments, Mark moved up on the bed, putting himself squarely between
her thighs and right over target central. She still wore a white lace thong. He
hooked his thumbs under the scrap of material and pulled it down her legs.
He dropped the
garment over the side of the bed and ran his hands back up her legs, caressing
the insides as he went. A tiny moan escaped her. He pushed her legs further
apart and lowered his head. His tongue touched her clit and she sucked in her
breath.
He nipped then
swirled his tongue over and around the little bud of flesh before repeating.
Her breath whooshed out and she groaned. He left the little cluster of nerves
and licked his way to her entrance. He speared her rhythmically with his tongue
until her hips lifted off the bed and she shoved her pussy in his face. He ran
his tongue along and between her folds, licking and caressing with his hot
mouth. He pressed a finger to her clit and worked it in circular motions until
Catlin let out a shriek and writhed on the bed. Mark licked harder through her
orgasm, her body rocking and then quieting on the bed.
When Mark lifted
his head, Catelin was wrung out from his attentions.
“Okay, babe,”
Mark said. “Scoot over.” He got up on his knees and looked back at Stefan.
“Your turn.” Mark slipped from the bed and went to root in the bedside table
while Stefan took the position Catlin had vacated. Fascinated, she watched
them. She had never been near two people having sex before, much less two
males.
Her pussy
clenched at the thought of what they were going to do.
Stefan lay nude
awaiting Mark who finally found what he wanted and came back to the bed.
Wasting no time, he crawled in beside Stefan and took him in his arms. They
kissed, long and hot. Mark’s hand disappeared between their bodies and Catelin
was pretty sure Mark was playing with one or both of their genitals.
Stefan let out a
groan that pretty much confirmed her suspicions.
Mark rolled on
top of Stefan and rubbed his pelvis against Stefan’s amid guttural groans of
delight. Stefan’s hands twined in Mark’s long hair, bringing his face down for
some more lip action.
Catelin stared
in delight. She stroked a nail over her aching clit, sending a little zing of
pleasure and heat through her lower abdomen.
After long
minutes of kissing and hands roaming over exposed flesh, Mark reared back and
grabbed something off the bed. As she watched, he ripped open a little packet
and took out condom. Deftly, he rolled the latex onto his cock. “Over,” he
demanded.
Stefan
obediently rolled onto his stomach.
Mark whacked him
on the ass. Hard.
A thrill shot
through Catelin.
“Get your ass
up,” Mark snarled.
With a red hand
print marring his perfect ass, Stefan got onto his hands and knees. His cock
was so hard it was pressed against his belly.
Mark opened a
tube of lube, got a handful, rubbed some onto Stefan and then Mark thoroughly
coated the condom he wore. He moved up behind Stefan and his cock brushed up
against Stefan’s ass.
Catelin was
dying to move so she could see better.
Mark positioned
himself and drove forward.
Stefan gasped
and his back arched slightly.
Mark grasped
Stefan’s hips and slowly pushed into his ass until they were pressed up tight
against each other. He pulled back and Stefan moaned. Then Mark shoved forward,
burring himself deep. He began a slow, hard pump, pushing into Stefan and
pulling back. The push pull went on for a long time amid Stefan’s moans and
whimpers until Mark finally lost it and began pounding Stefan, fucking him
hard. His huge cock disappeared into Stefan then reappeared again.
Catelin was so
hot she thought she might orgasm just from watching what Mark was doing to
Stefan. She’d never been involved in anything so hot and erotic. She touched
herself, rubbing her clit at the same pace Mark was taking Stefan. She wanted
to crawl to them and grab Stefan’s cock but she was too wrapped up in her
throbbing pussy.
Mark roared and
pumped hard.
Catelin, rubbed
even harder. Heat radiated from her core and pleasure took over as an orgasm
made her shudder in rippling waves as her walls contracted and released as if
she had a cock inside her.
Mark reached
under Stefan and grabbed his length, jerking him in rhythm with Mark’s pumping
cock. But before Stefan reached orgasm, Mark slowed, stopped, and pulled out of
Stefan’s ass. Stefan cried out at the loss, but the moment Mark moved back and
peeled off the condom, Stefan crawled toward Catelin.
He got between
her legs and pushed inside her in one hard stroke. Already so aroused she
couldn’t stand it, he only had to drive into her a half-dozen times before she
came hard, shuddering and clamping around his surging cock. “Stefan,” she
cried. “Oh, God, Stefan. Do it harder.”
He did, sawing
in and out of her, grunting with the effort.
A follow up
orgasm ripped through her, sending heat and pleasure spiraling out of control.
A few more hard
thrusts and Stefan lost it, spurting into her core. He pumped a few more times,
stilled, and pulled from her clinging pussy. But it wasn’t over. As Stefan fell
aside, sweaty and panting, Mark came over her. Once again clad in latex, he
shoved his cock deep inside her.
Catelin shrieked
and wrapped her legs around him as he began thrusting. She was so sensitive she
could barely stand it. Despite the short recovery time after taking Stefan,
Mark drove with strong thrusts. Her pussy was getting swore but she didn’t want
him to stop. And he didn’t.
He rode her hard
while Stefan watched them. Stefan was jerking his cock and grunting as Mark
drove into her. Another orgasm ripped through her, heating her and rippling out
in waves. She pumped with him, wanting him to come. Four thrusts later, he
grunted and picked up his pace, driving hard until his shudders subsided. Her
contracting walls gripped him and squeezed.
With a loud
grunt, he pulled from her and rolled onto his back. “My, God,” Mark said. “That
was fucking incredible.”
“I know,”
Catelin said. “When are we doing it again?”
~ Nickie Asher ~
Copyright © 2012 Nickie Asher
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