“Oh shit!” Jetta exclaims before mouthing the word fingers inside me.
There’s suddenly wet suction around one of my balls, then the other, which has my hips thrusting upward, bouncing Jetta on my cock. “Now his mouth…is on…is on me,” I explain to her as I grit my teeth to try and keep from enjoying the sensation. But it’s a lost cause. My dick is enjoying it so much I’m fucking Jetta from the bottom without her having to even move. Her face looks like she’s going through a similar confusion mixed with awkward gratification.
“Kiss me,” I tell her so I don’t have to think too hard about what’s going on below the waist and can just enjoy the moment without getting in my head.
“Okay,” she agrees.
Our tongues get into their own thrusting rhythm against each other that our bodies begin to mimic. Everything is going great until Jetta nearly bites the tip of my tongue off.
“Sorry! I’m so…so sorry!” she apologizes. It doesn’t take long to figure out what’s going on when I see Rob Lawrence groaning behind her. I think I can even feel the thick shape of his cock pressing against mine through the wall of her pussy!
“You’re taking both of us?” I ask, and Jetta nods rapidly, her face pinched in what I’m guessing is equal parts pain and pleasure as she occasionally moans. Rob’s hands reach around and squeeze her tits as he begins to take her hard and fast like a horny dog.
“Does it feel good?” I ask Jetta since her open-mouthed gasps make it hard to tell.
“Yes?” she asks, but it sounds like a question. “Ask me…tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I agree, and she cries out even louder.
“Just kiss me, Devlin!” she demands, and I happily oblige with my fingers crossed that I don’t lose any chunks of my tongue because of Rob fucking Lawrence.
Chapter Five
Jetta
I’ve never woken up with a hangover after not drinking a drop of alcohol. But that’s the only way to describe the exhaustion and lack of energy in my body when I open my eyes and find myself wedged between two incredibly gorgeous and completely naked, sleeping men.
Last night I got fucked by both in ways I never even dreamed of before.
And while it was so freaking amazing in the moment, with orgasms so intense I think I may have lost several parts of my soul, this morning, with sunlight shining through the small bedroom windows, my head is giving me one hell of a lecture, wanting to know what the fuck I was thinking sleeping with two guys I don’t know at the same time! Not to mention I may have injured something in my vagina. And embarrassingly enough, my no longer virgin ass hurts the most.
Slutty. I feel slutty. I bet neither Devlin nor Rob Lawrence ever wake up with next morning regrets, so why the hell should I?
Because I don’t normally do this type of thing! I have a three-date rule before I sleep with men, and most never make it to that requirement! I can count on one hand how many lovers I’ve had, and last night that number doubled!
Oh crap, I’m so sweaty with yucky morning breath and my damp hair plastered to my forehead. Not to mention I am very, very sticky in places I’m not used to being sticky. My breasts, for one, where Rob Lawrence shot his load, and my butt cheeks may possibly be glued together thanks to him jizzing on me there too.
Like a shameful worm, I slowly scoot my way to the foot of the bed, underneath arms, legs, and hard dicks, to slink off the bed and onto the floor. The floor where there are several used condoms and wrappers lying around. At least Devlin came in those and not on my skin.
I crawl around until I find my dress and fanny pack, then say to hell with my panties because I need to escape the memories of this wonderful yet shameful threesome as fast as possible. After I slip my dress over my head, I find my sandals near the open door and keep crawling that way, reaching back to put each shoe on my feet before finally standing up in the tour bus’s living room.
That’s when I see not one but three faces staring back at me – the other members of the band.
“Hi,” I say sweetly as I try to smooth my sweaty hair down. No one says a word. “Have a good day,” I tell them as I head for the door. They just sit there, half dressed, sipping from their coffee cups and water bottles while eyeing me like the hot mess I am.
The full force of the morning sun on the bus steps is blinding, making me feel even dirtier about the night before, if that’s possible.
Retrieving my phone from my fanny pack, I stumble down the steps and pull up Carla’s number, then put the phone to my ear while it rings.
“What’s up?” she asks first thing.
“Hey, could you come pick me up?”
“Sure. Where are you?
“Um, I never left the stadium.”
“You never left the stadium?” she repeats. “Where did you go during the storm?”
“Oh, just, ah, back to the band’s tour bus.”
“No fucking way!” she exclaims, which does have my lips lifting in a small smile. “Did you give Rob Lawrence a blowjob?”
“I did, yeah,” I agree.
“Is that all?” she asks.
“Nope. Not even the tip of the iceberg,” I reply.
“Oh my god! You have to tell me everything! Did you get pictures?”
“No pics, but I’ll tell you the rest after you come get me and take me away from the craziest night of my life.”
“Sounds like it! I’m on my way!”
“Thanks, Carla. I’ll start walking back to the gate…”
“Where are you now?”
“Just leaving the tour bus.”
“You stayed with him all night! Holy shit! Holy shit! Did you have an orgy with the whole band or what?”
“Not an orgy, just a threesome with the hot guy I met at the concession stand.”
“No way! You slept with him and Rob Lawrence at the same time?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Does that make me an enormous slut?”
“No! That makes you enormously awesome!”
“If you say so,” I mutter since I don’t exactly feel awesome at the moment.
Sure, last night’s concert was insane, and the night was one I know I’ll never forget. Meeting a rock star and being with him blew my mind. And so did Devlin. Without him, none of this wild night would’ve happened.
And yet, for some reason, I really hope I don’t see him again after how embarrassed I feel about the things we did now.
Devlin
I’ve woken up plenty of times with a girl giving me head in the morning. My dick is pretty amazing, and they can’t keep their mouths off of it.
But I don’t normally sleep through the licking and teasing before they start deep throating like a goddamn vacuum cleaner. Guess I must still be exhausted after last night’s mind-blowing fuck fest.
My cock, on the other hand, is rock hard and ready to blow any second.
“Jesus, Jetta,” I moan as I reach down to cup the back of her head to pull her off for a second, hoping to make this grade A blowjob last a little longer. My fingers stroke through incredibly short hair that I can’t even pull, so either Jetta cut hers in the middle of the night or… “Rob Lawrence!” I exclaim, blinking my eyes open to find him laying between my thighs, his lips stretched wide around my cock with pure delight on his face.