Chapter 30
Jules
Today’s the day of the first true group scene between The Velvet Rodeo and Vanta Vyxxxen.
We’ve built up to this day, teasing the subscribers until our highest tiers have grown exponentially.
Numbers are still trickling in so we won’t even know an exact count until after we post the edited video, but I know it’s going to be big.
We’ve stumbled onto something that’s a massive hit and will clearly continue to bring in revenue long after the collaboration is done.
I’m not going to lie. I’m a little nervous about this group scene.
Since it isn’t live, it gives us some leeway at least when it comes to taking breaks and pausing when needed.
I’ll be wearing a half mask again today so my mouth isn’t obstructed.
We have the table and the bed set up, as well as a milking bench I’ll get to use on the guys.
We’ve pulled out all the stops, and without the subscribers to send requests in, it’s really just up to us to let things move seamlessly through the scene.
Though I don’t think this is going to be seamless at all.
I’ve long since known I was in trouble when it comes to the three men. Each of them strokes something different in me. Each of them seems wholly interested in anything I have to offer.
And now I’ll be naked with all three of them around me.
To say I’m worried is an understatement.
“You’ll be in charge unless things flip naturally,” Cash explains as he checks all the cameras for what feels like the tenth time.
“Which ever one of us isn’t actively participating, if there is someone that is, can pick up the camcorder here and get close up shots.
” He points to a bright red camera on a side table.
I nod but I won’t be the one picking up the camera, not when I’m the only woman in the scene. I assume my hands will be busy the entire time.
“Okay. Everyone ready?” Oak asks.
His eyes have barely left me, watching me as I pace around the room. Clearly, I’m anxious, and he notices.
“Yep,” I say, trying to shake off the nerves and falling into my Vanta alter ego. “Let’s do this.”
Oak hesitates before he hits the start button. “Need me to be in charge?”
“No.” I meet his eyes. “I’m fine. Just go.”
He nods, clearly not believing me, but not daring to point it out. He hits record and I smile for the cameras, running a silk scarf through my fingers as the three men take their seats behind me.
“Welcome back to The Velvet Rodeo, little bats,” I coo.
“Today, we’re going to be taking part . .
. I mean . . .” I roll my shoulders and start again.
“Welcome back to The Velvet Rodeo, little bats. Today, we’re going to test these three cowboys’ ability to .
. . to . . .” I grunt my frustration as Oak hurries to pause recording.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he says, coming over and grabbing me by the shoulders. I look up into his eyes, stressed that it isn’t coming as naturally as it should. “It’s alright. We can take more time until you’re comfortable.”
“I am comfortable,” I lie, and he raises his brow.
“Alright, I let the first lie go, darlin’, but this one just won’t do.” He guides me over to the milking table and sits me down on it. “Now I need you to take a few deep breaths for me and tell us what’s wrong.”
Cash and Sawyer both come over to stand next to Oak, waiting for an answer.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I try again.
Sawyer raises his brows. “The lie was so apparent in that, the vibrations are spelling the word.” He takes my hand. “Jules, relax.”
“I’m trying,” I growl, rolling my shoulders. “Don’t you think I’m trying?”
Cash leans in. “I think . . . that we really spooked you the other day.” He takes my hand. “Is that what has you so anxious?”
I bite my lip and don’t answer rather than lie.
Oak grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him. “Jules,” he growls. “No more lies. Tell us straight.”
I jerk my chin out of his hold and narrow my eyes before looking down. I cross my arms like a petulant child. “Maybe.”
Sawyer sighs. “We’re not trying to scare you, beautiful.”
“It’s just . . . I don’t know how to navigate this,” I say, gesturing to them. “I don’t . . . I can’t—”
“Stop,” Oak grumbles. “I have an idea. Take off your clothes.”
I roll my eyes. “The cameras aren’t on—”
“I didn’t ask about the cameras,” Oak interrupts. “Take off your clothes.”
I narrow my eyes. “Or what?”
Cash looks between us. “Well, we’ll just ask real nicely again until you do. Clearly.”
His words break the tension and I flick my gaze to his, watching him carefully.
“We’re gonna help you relax before we start,” Sawyer explains. “And if you decide you’d like to hit record in the middle of it . . .” He hands me the remote for the cameras. “Then you can hit the button.”
I stare down at the little remote. “I’m sorry I’m being so difficult.”
“Don’t apologize,” Oak growls, moving over to the bench set up. “Just sit on my face, darlin’.”
My eyes widen. “Oh.”
Sawyer’s arms circle my hips. “May I?” he asks, his fingers tucking beneath the skimpy clothing I’m wearing. When I nod, he starts to slide my thong down, down, down my thighs, so achingly slow, that by the time he’s done, I’m a bundle of nerves.
“Are your breasts off limits today?” Cash asks, coming in front of me. When I shake my head, he groans, “fuck yeah,” before he removes my bra.
I’m standing between the two men in nothing but the straps left behind. Before I can ask if they’re sure about this, Sawyer lifts me into his arms. He carries me over to the bed like I weigh nothing at all, before settling me on it.
“You heard the man,” he purrs in my ear. “Sit on his face.” He taps the remote in my hand. “And if you wanna start recording at any point, you just hit that button.”
I nod, frazzled at the turn of events, before I crawl across the bed. Oak watches me with heated eyes. When I go to sling my leg over him, he grabs me and jerks me across his chest faster, throwing me off balance.
“Give me a taste of this sweet pussy,” he growls, before dragging me over his face.
The moment his tongue rolls against my clit, I gasp, my hand clenching around the remote between my fingers.
“That’s my girl,” Sawyer groans. “I love the sounds you make when he circles your clit.”
“Oh,” I groan, grinding down on his tongue as his hands clamp down tighter on my thighs, holding me to him so I can’t run away.
Cash crawls onto the bed beside us and while I ride Oak’s face, he starts to stroke his hands along my body, cupping my breasts, stroking them, until the smallest beads of moisture appear there.
“Oak’s going to love that,” Cash groans. “I bet you looked fucking beautiful while he milked you dry.”
I tip my head back, grinding against his face hard while Sawyer crawls onto the bed on the opposite side.
“I’d have liked to see that,” he groans. “I bet you made the sweetest sounds while he fucked you.”
“While the pumps sucked these nipples,” Cash adds, leaning down and drawing one into his mouth.
“While he stretched you fucking wide,” Sawyer continues. He leans in and whispers in my ear. “We’re going to stretch you wider than that today, beautiful.”
My pussy spasms and Oak swirls his tongue around my entrance before pressing it inside, sucking up my arousal at their words.
And suddenly, I’m not thinking about my anxiety anymore. I’m not worried about where this is going. I’m just fucking ready for whatever they throw at me.
“I’m . . .” I try, trying to catch my breath as my body fights toward an orgasm. “I’m going to . . . hit record.”
“Good girl,” Oak growls against my pussy.
“So beautiful,” Sawyer groans as his hands start to explore. “So perfect.”
But it’s Cash who helps us drop into the scene fully. “We’re at your disposal, Mistress.”
I press the button and toss the remote aside before grabbing a handful of Cash’s hair and dragging him back to my left breast. Sawyer comes in on the right and takes my right nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue until I’m a mess.
“Such good little bats,” I pant, enjoying the sensations of them all pleasuring me. “Show me how good you can be.”
Cash groans. “I need you, Mistress,” he begs. “Please, touch me.”
“Clothes,” I order, “Now.”
He wastes no time, stripping them off faster than I can follow, releasing his rock-hard cock for me.
I wrap my hand around it immediately, stroking him as Oak continues to fuck my entrance with his tongue.
Sawyer reaches down and starts to stroke my clit.
My orgasm rushes forward so fast, I scream, shaking above Oak.
He shoves out from beneath me and appears in front of me before I’m done shaking.
When his cock is there, I waste no time.
I lean down and take him into my mouth. His hand threads into my hair just before he spears into my open mouth, fucking it like his life depends on it.
My jaw aches as I take him deep, as I feel him hit the back of my throat.
Sawyer’s hands trail down my body. “May I fuck this sweet pussy, Mistress?” he asks.
Oak drags me off his cock, giving me just enough time to answer, “yes,” before he shoves back inside, gagging me.
Sawyer moves around to the back of me, his hands leaving trails of fire along my body as he touches me. He grabs a handful of my ass, lining himself up. And then he strokes inside in one long thrust. I cry out around Oak’s cock as the two of them fuck me from both ends, just as I want them to.
Cash groans on the side of us, his hands stroking my body before he crawls beneath me on my hands and knees and presses his face to my clit while Sawyer fucks me.
I lose myself completely, letting them take everything I am, and though I’m supposed to be in control, I give it to them.
They move and act as if I still hold the reins though, keeping the video going.