Chapter 37 - Riot
Riot
Whatever we want.
If I was being totally honest, that’s what I’d been hoping for since Roxie joined us on tour. For this exact scenario. I hadn’t allowed myself to be too hopeful, since I knew it was unlikely, but that didn’t stop me from feeling it deep inside my bones.
We didn’t need to hold back anymore. We could really have some fun as a group.
Roxie took another day to get back to a hundred percent healthy, and then she and Milo went on their date in Denver. “I’m not like these other fools. I’m a romantic at heart.”
“You know what’s really romantic?” Cash replied sarcastically, putting his book down for a moment. “Bragging about being romantic. Women love that.”
“I bet you read that in a book,” Milo shot back. “While the rest of us were out getting laid.”
“Have fun you two,” Cash said, returning his attention to his book.
“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” I added. “And if your date goes poorly and you need one of us to rescue you, give us a call. There are a lot of creeps out there. You can never be too careful.”
Milo flashed me his middle finger on the way out of the bus.
“They’re cute,” Violet said as soon as they were gone.
“And we’re not?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “Shut up. You know what I mean. And yes, you’re all adorable. It almost makes me miss our little polycule.”
“But not enough to go back to dick?”
“Hell no. I’m a monogamous woman, now. Besides, pussy is way better.”
“Amen to that,” Cash muttered from behind his paperback.
I was only mildly jealous of Milo going on a date with Roxie, but it was the healthy kind of jealous, spawning not from the fact that she was out with another man but from the fact that I wanted to take her out on a date.
Since she’d been sick, and since I was sick before that, it felt like years since we’d done anything fun. I craved her like an addiction.
And I wasn’t a patient man.
I heard them return from the date, their footsteps nearly silent as they walked to the back of the bus, sharing whispers and giggles. The bed creaked, the mattress shifting, and my ears perked up to listen to what they were doing.
But then I heard Roxie climb into her bunk, the privacy curtain zipping shut.
That made sense. Violet had instituted a strict no-sex-around-her policy. But I’d still wondered if Roxie and Milo would try to stretch the rules after the date.
The five of us got brunch together the next day, and everything felt so… normal. It should have been the opposite; Cash, Milo, and I were currently fucking Roxie, a situation we had previously done with Violet. But there was no awkwardness. Everyone was happy and friendly. The vibe was great.
Maybe we had been acting weird before everything was out in the open.
Our concert that night was in the Ball Arena, where the Denver Nuggets and Colorado Avalanche played.
It was a relief to have Roxie with us in the dressing room before the show, and watching from the darkness while we played.
I found myself glancing to where she stood behind a tall stack of amps, arms crossed under her breasts while she smiled.
Her presence was a comfort, a pillar of support that I’d begun relying on more than I had expected.
As the concert went on, I thought more and more about her. About what I wanted to do to her when the show was over, even if it meant kicking Violet off the bus for a while.
But when the show ended and we walked off stage, I realized I couldn’t wait until later.
“Taking a leak,” Cash said, putting his bass guitar down and running deeper backstage. “Don’t start the encore without me.”
Roxie threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. Like she’d been thinking about it the entire show. “You’re so fucking hot,” she told me.
That’s when I decided what needed to happen. Especially when she pulled away and kissed Milo next.
“Hey, Vi?” I asked. “Can you guard the door to the dressing room for a minute?”
She arched an eyebrow like she knew exactly what I was thinking. “Yes. But you owe me.”
“Deal.”
“What’s going on?” Roxie asked. “The crowd’s screaming for the encore.”
“We can let them wait a bit. Make them hungry for it.” I took her hand and pulled her toward the dressing room. “Milo, we need your help.”
“Oh hell yeah,” he said, immediately picking up on what I intended.
Roxie was still confused, but that was fine. She’d figure it out real quick. I threw open the dressing room door and yanked her inside, Milo slipping in behind us.
The room was a mess of discarded clothes, empty bottles, and the faint smell of smoke from the opening band’s smoking session.
But they were gone now, which was all that mattered.
I kicked the door shut with my boot, the lock clicking just as the noise of the crowd dropped from a roar to a distant thunder.
Roxie looked between us, her mouth curving like she’d just figured it out. That look did something to me. It always did.
“Clock’s ticking,” Milo said, tapping the watch he wasn’t wearing.
I leaned in close to Roxie’s ear. “You hear that?”
The chanting from the crowd in the arena grew louder.
Her breath brushed my jaw. “I hear it.”
“Good,” I said. “Then you know we don’t have time to be polite.”
No time for bullshit. My cock was already straining against my jeans from the adrenaline high, and I could see Milo felt the same as he leaned against the makeup table.
“We’ve got, like, a couple minutes. Maybe more if they keep the chant going,” Milo said, hair a mess.
Right on cue, the chant surged through the walls. My name. The band name. The floor vibrated with it.
“On your knees,” I ordered Roxie, my voice low and commanding.
She dropped without a word, those pretty blue eyes lighting up with excitement, knees hitting the worn carpet. I could already tell she would love this, being our plaything, being passed around like our goddamn possession.
I unzipped my pants, freeing my thick cock, which already throbbed with need. It sprang out, veins pulsing, the head slick with pre-come. Roxie's gaze locked on it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Suck it,” I said, fisting her blonde hair and guiding her forward.
Her warm mouth enveloped me, lips stretching around my girth as she took me deep. She moaned around my shaft, the vibration sending jolts straight to my core.
I thrust into her throat. I wasn’t gentle. I used her like the fucktoy she was. Our toy. The fact that she loved it made it all that much hotter. My cock twitched dangerously, and I braced against blowing it all too soon.
The crowd's chants filtered through the walls: “En-core! En-core!”
We had to hurry, but damn, her tongue swirling over the underside felt too good to rush.
Milo stepped up beside me, his own jeans undone, his cock out.
He didn't need to say a word; Roxie knew exactly what to do.
She pulled off me with a wet pop, a single string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip, and turned to him.
Her hand wrapped around his base as she swallowed him down, bobbing her head eagerly while jacking me off with her other hand.
Milo groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, but he kept his eyes on the door, aware of the ticking clock.
“Switch,” I ordered after a bit, my urgency building.
The arena was going wild now. Roxie obeyed instantly, her mouth back on me, sucking harder, deeper, gagging just enough to make it filthy.
She was ours, our curvy little slut, and loving every second of being manhandled.
Her free hand stroked Milo while she worked me, but I grabbed her hair, forcing her focus.
“Eyes on me. Take it all.”
She did, hollowing her cheeks, her throat relaxing as I fucked her face.
A trickle of drool spilled over her chin, running down between her tits.
Milo took his turn again, thrusting into her mouth while I watched, my hand pumping my slick cock.
I put a hand on the back of her head and moved her faster on the drummer, and the muffled moan that she responded with was music to my ears.
The chants were relentless, pushing us faster. No time for foreplay: this was about release, about claiming her quick and dirty before the lights called us back.
“Enough,” I said, pulling her off Milo.
Her lips were shiny with moisture and she gasped for air, but her eyes begged for more. She fucking loved it, our eager toy. I couldn’t wait to see how drenched she was.
I hauled her up by the arms, spinning her around and bending her over the makeup table so I could watch her face in the mirror. Her skirt hiked up, revealing no panties, just her bare ass, round and inviting, her hair falling forward as she braced herself. Milo sighed eagerly at the sight.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded, kicking her feet apart.
She spread them and arched her back, presenting her wet pussy to me like an offering.
My cock nudged her entrance, and her slick folds parted as I slammed in.
She cried out, the sound sharp and intense, her walls clenching around me tight and hot.
I gripped her hips and pounded into her, each thrust hard and deep, using her body for my pleasure.
Milo moved in front, his cock aimed at her mouth.
She opened wide, taking him in as I fucked her from behind.
There we were, Eiffel Towering our muse, her curvy frame rocking between us against the makeup table.
I drove into her pussy relentlessly, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room.
She moaned around Milo's shaft, the vibrations making him curse under his breath as we locked eyes for a brief moment.
“Look at her,” he said, voice all choked up. “She’s a pro at this.”
The crowd's roar peaked, a wave of sound crashing against the walls. Time was running out. I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough circles. Roxie bucked, her body trembling, loving how we reduced her to this quivering mess.
“You're our fucktoy,” I growled, leaning over her back, my breath hot on her neck. “Take it. Come for us.”
She did, her pussy spasming around my cock, milking me as she screamed around Milo's length. Her pussy juices ran down her thighs and coated my own with how close we were, joined together, my cock clamped inside her while she rode out her climax.
The chant outside broke into something louder, faster. I knew I needed to find release soon. Then the door rattled. Someone knocked once, quick and sharp.
“Encore in sixty!” Violet shouted through the door. “Or they’re turning the lights on!”
“That’s our cue,” Milo said, his breath ragged, eyes flicking to the door. “Switch with me. I need to fuck her. Now.”