Chapter 51
Alara
W hat the hell is going on with Nix? The way he stormed out wasn’t like him. I know I’ve been a bit of a broken record lately, with the whole ‘should I be intimate with the others or not’ scenario, but it didn't warrant him just leaving me like that.
I glance at the article again. Deep down, I know I'm being dramatic. People are going to take whatever story they can and twist it into something newsworthy, but knowing something and experiencing it firsthand are completely different. This is the life I signed up for. I need to accept that.
Movement from the other side of my room catches my attention, and I'm surprised to find Lane standing there with his shirt off. My face scrunches as I take in his unusual demeanor. He's eyeing me up like I’m some kind of prize for the taking.
Nix and River also walk into the room, which leaves me wondering what the hell is going on. Are they about to lecture me on my internet searches?
"If you're coming in here to team up on me, you can turn around." I point at the door .
Lane giggles. "You never know, you might like being teamed up on."
"Would you shut up?" Nix scowls in his direction.
Clearly something is happening here that I'm not privy to. "What the hell is going on?"
"Just hear me out," Nix tries, and immediately, I shake my head.
"Nope. Nothing good ever starts like that."
"I haven't even said anything." Nix breathes out, clearly looking a little defeated.
"It doesn't matter. I can tell by the way that one is laughing." I point over to Lane. "Why don’t you have a shirt on?"
"Do you miss my crop top?” He winks.
“NO,” I blurt out a little too quickly.
“We're here to woo you, Bagpipe."
"Stop calling me those stupid names," I snap back, not fully realizing what he just said. "Wait. Woo me?"
Nix glares at Lane as River brings his palm up to his face. My head snaps over to Nix as confusion sets in. My brows contort, mouth and nose scrunching up. Is this some kind of attempt to... Surely, they're not trying to...
Lane catches my attention again as he reaches for his pants, unbuttons them, and lets them fall to the ground. Then he has the audacity to wink again. That little thorn in my side. Seriously?
"You're probably confused," Nix says cautiously .
"Ya think?" It comes out more defensively than I thought it would, but what the hell did he expect to happen?
"Do you trust me?" Nix closes the space between us, grabbing my waist to pull me in.
I lean back slightly, still unsure of how to handle all of this. "Trusting you isn't the issue. Why is he taking his clothes off?"
Nix opens his mouth before closing it quickly, as though he's trying to gather his thoughts. My eyes bounce over to Lane and River. Like always, they’re watching me, just waiting for my next move.
This is crazy.
I steal a glance at the bulge in Lane’s underwear. Of course, he's hard, and of course, he noticed me looking at the damn thing.
"Hey," Nix whispers, but it doesn't calm the nervousness building inside me. "You can say no at any time."
I can say no. My breathing quickens. Do I want to say no? I don't know if this is something I'm ready for. The fact that I’m considering it should be concerning. Will jumping right into the deep end be better or worse?
"We haven't even kissed." My eyes land on River and Lane.
"Be right back," Lane says before scurrying out of the room.
Great, the last time one of them said that, he came back with two more people. Is Lane going to grab Ender, too? We might as well make this a full-on orgy. Dicks all around, just like the media thinks .
Lane strides back into the room with something in hand. He nods toward Nix, subtly telling him to back away, before holding a cloth in front of me.
"This might take some of the pressure away." There’s gentleness and concern in Lane’s statement, mixed with the dark allure in his eyes.
"Okay," I nod, hesitantly.
I glance up at his purple hair, watching the way it falls over his forehead. He’s so sexy without even trying. Maybe that’s why I feel more comfortable than I should with him so close.
“If you say no, everything stops.” He repeats what Nix said before gently tying the fabric over my eyes. “And as for the not kissing issue..."
A hand collars the side of my neck, pulling me into his warm body before the light touch of plush lips presses against my own. He gives me the chance to pull back, but I don't. Instead, I drink him in, melting further into his arms.
The kiss is gentle, yet possessive, as his hand slides into my hair. It’s everything I expected from Lane and so much more. Any preconceived notion I had about this moment slips away as my hands find his waist and I pull him closer.
I forget about everyone else in the room as Lane whispers in my ear, "They're both watching. And they're both as hard as I am."
He grabs one of my hands, gliding it down to the bulge between his legs. I gasp, realizing he might be bigger than Nix, not by much, but there’s also something different about the way he feels.
Curiously, my hand dips under the rim of his boxer-briefs, only to find metal bars along his hard shaft. Are those piercings? I go to pull my hand away, but he holds it in place, giving me time to further explore.
One. Two. Three. Four. Yep. There are four metal bars through his cock.
A second set of hands on my shoulders takes me by surprise. I breathe in the warm scent of citrus and sage, immediately knowing it’s River. His scent is uniquely like him.
He gently touches the side of my chin, turning my head before I hear him say, "Is this okay?"
I can tell his lips are close. Instead of saying yes or no, I push forward to kiss him with my hand still firmly wrapped around Lane's cock. It feels depraved, but as my heart slams in my chest, I realize I wouldn’t want to do this any other way.
River deepens the kiss while another hand lands on top of the one gripping Lane.
It guides me up and down his hard length while another hand slides up my body.
I've lost track of who is touching me where.
The blindfold was exactly what I needed to get out of my head and allow myself to just feel. Boy, do I feel everything all at once.
More hands grip my breasts, kneading and rubbing before gently twisting my nipple. I moan into River’s mouth more than ever. Suddenly, his mouth is gone, and I’m being led backward. When my knees hit the edge of the bed, I wonder what's going to happen next.
"You can say no at any time," Nix's voice rings out.
"Are you okay if we take the blindfold off now?" River sings out.
I nod just in time for someone to set my eyes free. I blink a few times, adjusting to the light while taking in the rest of the bodies in the room. They're all now free of their clothes except me. I can't help but wonder if they care about being naked in front of each other.
"Up on the bed," Lane commands, and something in me begs to defy him.
I stay put, a smile spreading across my face as he tsks at me.
"Riv, baby. Why don't you tell our little drum set what's going to happen if she doesn't listen?"
River looks at his boyfriend before glancing at me. "I usually get spanked or end up on my knees."
A jolt of pleasure shoots to my core. Both of those things sound more than acceptable, so I stand firmly in place, knowing he’s going to punish me.
"Bad, bad girl." Lane shakes his head, grabbing my hips and spinning me around.
He presses the front half of my body to the bed, my hoodie bunching at my chest. Fingers grip the waistband of both my leggings and underwear as they're dragged down my legs.
When the cool air touches my skin, a shiver spreads through my body as the anticipation begins to build.
The featherlight touch of a finger foxtrots along one of my ass cheeks.
When I try to push myself back to a standing position, a firm hand holds me in place.
I glance over my shoulder, trying to get a look, but a palm lands flat on my backside, making me cry out. Did he actually just spank me? And did I get turned on? I suppose I'm finding out new things about myself today.
He spanks me again, and again. By the fourth slap, I'm moaning and practically humping the bed instead of yelping.
Fingers glide along the back of my thigh, and then the inside of my upper leg, and before I know it, another smack lands on my ass.
I moan louder this time, fully aware that I have to be a soaking wet mess.
"Do you think she's wet?" Lane asks someone, not bothering to acknowledge me. Why is that so freaking hot?
"She's definitely wet," Nix confirms.
"Go ahead and check," Lane responds, moving to where I can see him as fingers graze along my pussy.
My hips jolt as one of those fingers presses into me. The only reason I know it’s Nix is because River comes over to stand next to Lane. He studies my face intently before Lane grabs him by the hair, pulling him in for a kiss.
Nix adds a second finger, curling them inside me, and it’s almost too much to bear. I gasp for breath, moaning for all to hear. A moment later, Lane instructs River to his knees in front of me while stroking his cock, and making sure to keep his eyes fixated on mine .
"Do you want more?" Nix asks, pulling my attention from the other two men.
"Yes, more," I whine.
When his fingers leave me, I’m disappointed, but it only lasts for a second because those fingers are quickly replaced by his cock. He pushes into me slowly, allowing my walls to adjust to the intrusion.
Just as he begins pumping in and out, Lane tugs at River’s hair and shoves his head down to the base of his cock. I’m left mesmerized, watching the sweetest member of the band swallow all four of Lane’s metal bars without choking. It’s a fucking glorious sight.
"You're perfect for us," Nix coos, as the sounds of River gagging next to me compete with his words.