Chapter 41 - Roxie
Roxie
My hair clung to my neck from the rain, but I was beyond caring about my looks right now. I swayed my hips deliberately as I stepped closer to Cash and Milo. As the band's muse on this endless tour, I'd grown used to these stolen moments, but tonight felt different.
Milo leaned back against a speaker cabinet, his short brown hair tousled, grinning like he'd just won the jackpot. “Oh yeah? What kind of game did you have in mind?”
Cash set his cards down, his arms flexing under his black tee. He didn't say much, but his confidence filled the space. “I'm listening,” he murmured in a low voice.
It felt like something electric skimmed over my skin. I bit my lip, heart pounding. “How about a game where you two take turns calling the shots? Each of you gets to order the other one, and me, around. No holding back.”
“Wait a minute,” Milo said. “You’re not talking about cards?”
I gave him the lustiest smile I could manage. “Nope.”
The word hung in the air, the thunder cracking as if in approval.
Milo's eyes widened, then narrowed with excitement. “Fuck, that's hot. I'm in. But who goes first?”
Cash's gaze locked on mine, intense. “Me.”
“Why you?”
“Because I called dibs.”
“You actually haven’t called—”
“Dibs,” Cash said. “I’m calling dibs right now.”
“Damnit,” Milo muttered.
“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” I said. “I think Cash is calling dibs on being the one to order us around first. Which means you get to be first to… do something with me.”
“Oh. Oh!” Milo smiled at both of us. “I like this game already.”
Cash nodded. “The rules are simple: what I say goes, until my turn's done. Then you, Milo. Are we all in agreement?”
The bass player didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. Even Milo went still, just for a second, and that alone made my pulse jump harder than the storm outside.
I nodded, heart racing, as Milo shrugged with easy agreement. The van felt like our little secret hideaway, the storm outside amplifying the tension inside. Cash moved closer, his hand brushing my arm, firm.
“Strip,” he said. “Both of you, clothes off. Now.”
Cash was kind of the Band Dad, making our plans and driving the tour bus, but he had never been this commanding before. It turned me on in a way that shocked and excited me.
My fingers trembled slightly as I peeled off my tank top, revealing my breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air.
My jeans followed, sliding down my thighs, leaving me in just my panties.
Milo was quicker, shedding his shirt then kicking off his pants, his cock already half-hard and springing free.
Cash undressed last, deliberate, his muscular torso rippling as he dropped his jeans, his thick cock standing erect, veins prominent.
“Good,” Cash said, voice gravelly. “Now go close the van door. Pull the rope and the whole thing will slide down.”
I peeked around the fridge-sized box that was currently shielding me. “What if someone sees me?”
Cash only stared at me with his arms crossed, waiting.
Biting my lower lip nervously, I pawed across the van to the back and tugged on the rope. The garage-style door made a lot of noise as it fell into place, and I hurried back to the other two.
Cash immediately pointed to a sturdy equipment box in the corner, cleared of cables. “Roxie, bend over it, ass up. Milo, get behind her. Eat her pussy. Make her wet for us.”
I obeyed, heart thumping, leaning over the box's edge. The wood was rough against my palms, but the anticipation stopped me from caring.
Milo wasted no time dropping to his knees behind me. I felt his fingers lace around the elastic of my panties and then pull them down, the cool air hitting my exposed folds. I spread my legs, feeling vulnerable, the storm's roar drowning out my soft gasp.
Milo’s hands gripped my hips, thumbs spreading my cheeks wide.
His breath was hot against my skin before his tongue delved in, flat and broad, licking from my clit up to my entrance.
I moaned, pushing back against his face, the wet sounds of his mouth on me mixing with the rain hammering down on the roof of the van.
He lapped eagerly, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucking gently, his energy pouring into every flick.
I could feel Cash’s eyes on me even when I wasn’t looking at him, and the thought of it made my core clench.
Thunder boomed, vibrating through the van, and I arched my back, giving myself over to Milo’s attention completely.
Cash watched, stroking his cock slowly, his green eyes dark with hunger. “Deeper, Milo. Tongue-fuck her hole. Make her drip.”
Milo complied, thrusting his tongue inside me, swirling, tasting my arousal.
I whimpered, thighs quivering, the power in Cash's voice making it all hotter, the way he directed us like instruments in his symphony. Milo’s nose bumped my clit as he ate me out, sloppy and fervent, my juices coating his chin.
I rocked against him, chasing the building heat, lightning flashing through the small window, illuminating our tangled forms.
“Enough,” Cash commanded after what felt like eternity but was probably minutes, my body aching for more. “Roxie, sit on the edge of the box, legs spread wide. Milo, fuck her missionary. Slow at first. I want you to tease her.”
Milo put his palm to his forehead in a salute. “Message received.”
I turned, perching on the box, the metal edge biting into my ass as I opened my thighs.
My pussy glistened from Milo's work, swollen and ready.
He stepped between my legs, his lean body aligning with mine, cock throbbing as he rubbed the head against my slit.
I looked up at him, his brown eyes locking onto mine, flirtatious grin flashing even now.
“Like this, boss?” Milo asked, running his swollen head against my clit up and then down slowly.
“Just like that,” Cash confirmed, his voice thick with pleasure as he watched.
Milo pushed in slow, inch by inch, stretching me. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He filled me completely, his length hitting just right, and he started thrusting in smooth, measured strokes.
Cash moved close so he could squeeze one of my breasts, pinching the nipple hard while his other hand stroked his cock. “Faster now, Milo. Make her scream over the thunder. I want them to hear it in the tour bus.”
Milo’s hips snapped forward, driving into me, the box creaking under us.
I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, the slap of skin echoing in the confined space.
Rain lashed the sides of the massive van, but inside there was fire.
His cock plunging deep, hitting the perfect angle, an intense amount of friction on my g-spot with every stroke.
Cash’s commands fueled it, his quiet authority making me clench around Milo, waves of pleasure crashing.
“Touch her clit, Milo,” Cash ordered. “Rub it while you fuck her.”
Milo’s fingers found my nub, circling fast, and I shattered, orgasm ripping through me, walls pulsing around his cock. I tried to hold back from making too much noise, but then Cash reached down and pinched my nipple again, harder this time.
“I said I want them to hear it in the tour bus,” Cash said. “I want Riot to know what he’s missing. Scream for us, Roxie.”
My head fell back and I let it out, an intense cry of ecstasy that went on long enough to make my throat burn. Milo groaned, thrusting harder to fuel the tail end of my climax, but he held back, sweat beading on his brow.
“Good,” Cash said, smiling at me. “Now it’s my turn.”
Milo breathed a sigh of relief, pulling out with a wet pop, leaving my entire body trembling. He took one measured step away from me and then said, “Roxie, on your knees. Suck Cash’s cock, deep throat him. Make him throb.”
I slid to the van floor, knees on the tarp, the storm’s vibrations rumbling under me.
Cash stood before me, his muscular legs parted, cock jutting out, thick and demanding.
I leaned in, lips parting, tongue flicking the underside before taking him in.
He was salty, hard, filling my mouth as I bobbed, hollowing my cheeks.
His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me how he wanted me.
“Absolutely not,” Milo interrupted. “Cash, take your hand out of her hair. You have to stand there and take it. No touching her or moving at all. This is her job.”
Cash let out a small groan. “That’s going to test my willpower. But okay.”
He put his hands behind his back to stop himself from being tempted as I resumed the blowjob. All the while, Milo’s eyes were wide and hungry as he watched.
“Deeper, Rox,” Milo urged, voice playful but firm. “Swallow him. Use your hands on his balls. Give them a nice little squeeze.”
I relaxed my throat, taking more, gagging slightly but pushing on, my tongue flicking his shaft. Cash grunted, his quiet facade cracking with a low moan, hips twitching. I cupped his heavy balls, massaging gently, sucking harder, saliva dripping down my chin.
Thunder rolled closer as I worked Cash’s cock, feeling it pulse against my tongue. Milo's hand stroked his own length, watching intently.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Now, Cash, bend her over the box again, doggy style. Fuck her pussy hard.”
Cash pulled me up by the arm, spinning me around.
I braced on the box, ass presented, pussy aching for him.
He gripped my shoulder, his body pressing against me, and thrust in one smooth motion, burying deep.
I yelped, the fullness overwhelming, his thickness stretching me wider than Milo.
He started pounding without hesitation, relentless and hungry, each slam jolting me forward, breasts swaying.
“Harder, Cash,” Milo commanded, giving us cues like a director. “Grip her hair, pull it. Make her feel every inch.”
Cash's fist wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back, arching my spine.
The pull sent sparks down my body, mixing pain and pleasure as he railed me, cock slamming into my depths.
I moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, walls fluttering.
Milo's orders amped it up, his voice laced with excitement.
“Slap her ass.”
Cash’s hand flashed out with a loud smack, followed by a flare of heat and pain. Like lightning followed by thunder. I moaned louder for them.
“Harder,” Milo said. “Leave a handprint.”
The smack landed again, stinging, heat blooming on my skin.
“Another.”
Cash did it again, rhythm matching his hips, fucking me raw and deep. Cash had never done this during sex, and the change was erotic in all the best ways.
“Again.”
The moment Cash’s palm struck my bare ass I began to come again, screaming, clenching around him, but he didn’t stop, driving through my spasms, fingers tightening even more in my hair.
Thunder boomed so close it felt like it landed inside the van instead of above it, a deep, rolling crack that rattled the stacked amps and sent a shiver through the floor. For a second, everything went still, like the storm itself was holding its breath with us.
I caught my reflection in a stand-mirror leaning against the wall.
My hair was a mess, my skin flushed, my eyes bright in a way I barely recognized.
Somewhere between Cash’s quiet control and Milo’s reckless commands, I’d become a different version of myself, a woman who unashamedly did what she wanted.
Joining a rock band on a tour. Fucking three of its members.
“Jesus, that’s hot,” Milo said, breathless. “Are you ready to dial it up a bit?”
“Yes,” Cash and I said at the same time.
“I’m not sure if you can handle what I have in mind…”
“Yes I can.” The words poured out of me without warning. “I can handle it. I want to try.”
Milo went to his discarded pants and pulled something out of the pocket. “Cash, catch.”
A small tube of something liquid flew through the air. Cash snatched it before I could see what it was.
“My final command.” Milo’s gaze met mine, and he smiled. “Cash. Lube up and tease her ass.”