Epilogue #2
Eager to show them that I did, I bent forward and wrapped my lips around Cash’s cock.
His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me with quiet grunts.
Riot's tongue fucked into me, his nose rubbing up against my clit, sending sparks up my spine.
Milo leaned in, capturing my other breast in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive nipple.
Riot stood abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Enough teasing. I want her first.”
He shoved his jeans down, his massive cock springing free, veined and throbbing.
Before Milo or Cash could protest, he spun me around, bending me over the mixing board.
The cool metal pressed against my breasts as he lined up and pushed into me, all at once, filling my pussy in one hungry stroke.
I cried out, the stretch burning so good, his hips slamming against my ass like I belonged to him.
“Fuck!” I gasped, pushing back to meet him. He gripped my hips, pounding hard, the sound of our skin slapping echoing in the room.
“That's it, take it like the slutty muse you are.”
Milo and Cash both watched, hands on their cocks, as Riot fucked me relentlessly, his tattoos flexing with each thrust. The sight of them watching eagerly spurred my arousal into overdrive.
Milo pouted playfully, his hand never slowing over his cock. “This isn’t a solo act, you know.”
Riot shot Milo a sideways look, all sharp edge and crooked grin, like the two of them had been competing for things long before they ever admitted it out loud.
Cash didn’t step in. He just watched, eyes steady, letting the tension stretch.
And somehow, that made it worse. I felt it in my chest, in the way my breath came shallow, in the way my body leaned instinctively toward all of them at once.
This wasn’t just about who went next. It was about who got to claim the moment. Claim me.
Riot slowed, pulling out with a groan. “Your turn, Milo. But don't wear her out.”
Milo hopped onto the swivel chair, pulling me onto his lap facing him. “Ride me, gorgeous. Show these guys how you bounce.”
I straddled him, sinking down onto his shaft with ease, my walls clenching around him. His hands roamed my curves, squeezing my ass as I rocked my hips, grinding my clit against his base. I was so wet, the sound of us joining together punctuated the air and made me want him even more.
“God, yes, just like that,” he breathed, his grin turning feral. “Your pussy's gripping me so tight, feels like it was made for this band.”
Riot and Cash circled us, their eyes hungry. Riot reached over, tweaking my nipple. “Faster, Roxie. Make him beg.”
Cash leaned in, kissing my neck, his teeth nipping the skin. “You're ours tonight. Every inch of you.”
“Every inch,” Riot growled. “And every hole.”
“Just like we talked about,” Cash agreed with a wolfish smile.
A shiver of anticipation ran through me. They don’t mean… do they?
Milo's thrusts met mine from below, his legs tensing as he drove up, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Back off, you two,” Milo laughed breathlessly. “I'm in the middle of something here.”
Riot gave a throaty chuckle. “Jealous? Fine, but I'm next for that ass.” His eyes bore into mine. “That’s what I want. I wasn’t there when you did that with Cash and Milo.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “You want that, huh?”
He grabbed a handful of my hair and twisted me toward his lips in a vicious kiss. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
I came then, shuddering around Milo while he moaned along with me.
The moment crested without warning, a deep, unspooling release that started low in my belly and rolled outward until I couldn’t tell where it ended.
My body drew tight around Milo as if it had decided, briefly and fiercely, to keep him just there while I rode it out, every nerve lighting at once, bright and overwhelming.
The room blurred at the edges; all I could register was the pulse of it, the way my breath stuttered and my thighs trembled as the sensation broke through me in waves.
Warmth spilled, undeniable, my body answering him without restraint, leaving me boneless and shaking in his lap, emptied out and strangely weightless in the wake of it.
He groaned, fighting not to finish, and lifted me off gently. “Your go, Cash. Enjoy it before I steal her back.”
Cash didn't waste time. He cleared a space on the floor amid the cables, laying down a spare blanket from the corner.
“On your back, Roxie. Spread those legs.” His muscular frame loomed as I complied, his eyes locked on my dripping core.
All the nights that blurred together into sound checks and neon signs and tour bus ceilings flashed through my mind. I’d been the constant while everything else moved. The muse, the good-luck charm, the girl in the wings. And here they were, the three of them, finally mine.
The thought disappeared as Cash positioned himself between my thighs, rubbing his thick cock along my slit. “You weren’t kidding. She’s soaked. You love being passed around, don’t you?”
I looked up at him, my voice catching in my throat as he continued teasing me with his cock. He took his tip and dragged it over my clit, up and down, until I was a pathetic, squirming tangle of needy limbs begging for it.
“Tell me, Roxie. I want to hear you say it.”
“We all do,” Milo said.
“I love being passed between you.” I choked on the urgency of my desire. I’d just been fucked good and solid, but I still wanted more. I wanted them all, and I didn’t want them to stop. Not until I had all of them.
He pushed in slow, letting me feel his length inch by delicious inch. I nodded, arching up to take him deeper. His usual quiet confidence shone through in the controlled rolls of his hips, building a steady rhythm that had me whimpering.
“Harder,” I moaned. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He obliged, his biceps bulging as he pinned my wrists above my head, thrusting deep and deliberate. “Like that?”
“Ohhhh yes, just like that.”
Milo knelt by my head and fed me his cock again. It was thick and warm, twitching once dangerously as I parted my lips for him. “Taste yourself on me. Good girl.”
I sucked eagerly, while Riot stood over us, stroking himself.
“Look at her, taking it like a goddamn goddess. But we’re not done playing tug-of-war.” He playfully nudged Cash's shoulder. “Speed up, man. She’s mine after this.”
Cash shot him a look but grinned, pounding faster with a feral drive.
Each thrust drove the breath from my lungs in short, broken pulls, my body rocking with him, heat pooling low and heavy until it felt like I was nothing but a conduit for this intense sensation.
The sound of him moving against me became its own pulse, sharp and wet and impossible to ignore, echoing through my spine and down my thighs.
My muscles tightened without permission, my hips tipping back to meet him, chasing that pressure, that fullness, the way every stroke dragged me closer to the edge until my thoughts scattered and all I could feel was the insistence of it, the way my body kept opening and answering, greedy and undone.
The tension grew as they vied for control. Milo pulled out of my mouth with a wink. “My dick's getting lonely up here.”
“Patience, drummer boy. We’ll all get our fill,” Riot said with a laugh as I shattered again under Cash, my body convulsing out of my control. He finally withdrew, breathing heavy.
“I think she’s ready for more,” he announced. “She’s ready for all of us. Aren’t you?”
I bobbed my head and let out a whimper. I wanted this more than anything in the world.
“We need some furniture,” Riot said, pointing into the studio. “The couch.”
They maneuvered me like their favorite instrument, playful arguments punctuating every shift. Riot claimed me first, pulling into the recording booth and guiding me to the couch.
“She can make as much noise as she wants in here,” Milo said with a grin. “There’s no better sound-proofed room in all of Miami.”
Riot was totally focused on me. “On all fours, ass up.”
I obeyed, and he knelt behind, slicking his cock with my arousal before pressing against my tight rear entrance. “I’ve heard all about this. About how good you took it from them.”
I bit my lip and said, “Mmm hmm.”
“Think you can handle it?”
I nodded. “I think so.”
“I know she can,” Cash said, his confidence bolstering my own.
He pushed in slowly, the burn making me gasp, but Cash was there, sliding beneath me on the couch. His hands guided my hips down onto his cock, filling my pussy in tandem. The double stretch was overwhelming, their thicknesses rubbing through the thin wall between.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “She was right.”
“Who?” Milo asked while he watched.
“Vi,” I breathed. “She told me this was… the… best…” Another moan bubbled out of my throat.
“This feels unreal,” Cash murmured, his voice strained as he cupped my cheek in his palm.
Milo positioned himself in front of us, his cock near my lips. “Open wide, Roxie. Let's make it a symphony.”
“Or at least a string quartet,” Cash added.
I took Milo in my mouth again, moaning around his length as Riot and Cash found their rhythm. One thrusting in as the other pulled out. The sensation was electric, my body full, every nerve alight.
It was so much better than normal anal sex. Twice as intense, with three times as much ecstasy. I could barely handle it, but I rode that line like a tightrope walker.
Riot's hand cracked against my ass, the sting heightening everything. “She’s loving it. Listen to those moans.”
We moved like that for what felt like eternity, sweat slicking our skin, the studio air thick with the scent of sex as they drove into all three of my holes at once. Like I was a pincushion for them to use as they saw fit.
But they weren't satisfied with one position.
Riot pulled out first, his voice rough. “Flip her. I want to see her face when I come.”