Epilogue #3
They shifted me onto my back on the floor, Cash staying buried in my pussy as he lay beneath, my legs draped over his hips. Riot straddled my chest briefly, but no—Milo took his place at my mouth, kneeling to feed me while Riot realigned at my ass from the side, lifting one leg high.
“There we go,” Riot purred. “Just. Like. That.”
The angle was deeper, Riot’s broad shoulders flexing as he sank back in, his tattoos glistening under the low lights. “That’s my girl—ass clenching so tight.”
Cash thrust up from below, his abs contracting. “Can you feel her pussy fluttering? Jesus…”
“Mmm hmm,” Riot groaned as he began fucking me harder and deeper.
Milo threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding my head. “I won’t last much longer, Rox. Not the way you’re sucking.”
I moaned around his hard length. I was lost in it, the fullness of the three of them, the way they described it all to me.
Another orgasm ripped through me, my body shaking, but they held steady, drawing it out. “Switch,” Riot commanded after, ever the leader.
They put me to my knees, Cash taking my ass now. His thickness a new challenge, stretching me wide.
“Breathe, Roxie,” he said calmly, inching in as Milo slid into my pussy from below. Riot stood by, not touching himself at all, as if a single touch from his hand or my body would cause him to erupt.
My world narrowed to the men claiming me in the studio where they had just finished recording their album. Every shift brought new sensations, their bodies a tangle of muscle and ink. Riot paced, waiting his turn, stroking himself.
“You’re dripping everywhere,” Milo noted with a grin. Sweat matted his hair from the effort. “This is the encore the tour needed.”
“Damn right,” Riot growled. “Now to finish her off proper.”
They moved me back to my knees on the couch. Riot claimed my ass again, his dominating thrusts setting the intense rhythm. Cash positioned under, sliding into my pussy, their cocks grinding together inside me. Milo knelt in front, his cock down my throat, hands gentle but firm.
“Fuck, this is it,” Riot panted, his broad shoulders heaving. “Ready to be filled, Roxie?”
I moaned in anticipation around Milo’s cock. Their bodies synced perfectly, three pistons that moved with pleasure rather than thought, like the flawless track they’d just cut.
Pressure built, coiling in my core. I hummed around Milo, the vibrations making him curse.
Riot's hand fisted my hair from behind. “Come with us, Roxie—now. Now.” He gritted out the last word.
It hit like a wave, my orgasm crashing as they all tensed. Riot buried deep, hot come flooding my ass. Cash groaned, pulsing into my pussy, thick ropes coating my walls. Milo swelled in my mouth, crying out, shooting down my throat and forcing me to gulp every drop.
The moment lasted forever, each of them buried as deep as they could go, cocks shuddering with intense release and fingers gripping me like I was a life preserver. And in that moment, I knew this was what I wanted.
For now, for the short term, and for the long term.
Them. All three of them.
We fell in a heap, breaths ragged, bodies slick and spent.
Riot pulled out first, kissing my shoulder possessively.
Somewhere beyond the studio walls, the world was winding down.
But in here, time lagged behind, stretched thin by the kind of closeness you only get when you’ve lived out of the same buses and green rooms and late-night diner booths.
I memorized them in pieces. The curve of Riot’s grin when he thought he’d won, the steadiness in Cash’s eyes, the way Milo could never stay still even when he tried. As the high faded, the studio felt warmer, our bonds tighter. The tour was over, but this, this was just the beginning.
“I ought to text Vi,” Riot finally said as he slid out of me. “Hope she hasn’t been waiting long.”
“Glad she gave us some privacy,” Cash said.
“Wouldn’t have mattered,” Milo said. “This was happening whether she left or not.”
We took turns cleaning up in the bathroom adjacent to the recording studio. I thought about all the artists that must have come through here over the years. So much fame and talent. I almost felt like I didn’t belong among them.
Almost.
Vi was back in the sound booth when I came out. “Have fun?” she asked, one eyebrow raised high.
“You were right,” I said. “About… a certain sexual combination.”
“Atta girl!” she said, high-fiving me. “And to think you almost went home and missed out of trying that.”
“No kidding,” I said. “Thanks for pushing me in the right direction during this tour. It’s been nice having someone help me along. Making me feel less… weird about what I was doing.”
“Anytime, sister,” she replied. “Thanks for adding some much-needed estrogen on the tour. And thanks for taking care of them. They’ll never admit it, but they needed someone like you.”
I smiled at that as the three men in question came into the sound booth.
“Thanks for the privacy,” Riot said. “We made the most of it, I promise.”
“Never doubted you for a second.” Violet suddenly frowned. “Uh, did you know the recording software has been on this whole time?”
Four heads—mine included—swiveled toward the equipment. The red recording light was still on.
Cash hit the button to stop the recording. Then he slowly put on a pair of headphones connected to the system and used the mouse to rewind a bit. His eyes widened immediately.
“Yeah, uh… I think it caught everything.”
Violet roared with laughter while the rest of us blushed.
“Probably best if we deleted that,” Riot said.
“Agreed,” Violet said. “Nobody needs to hear Milo’s high-pitched noises.”
“Hey!” Milo whined.
“Hold on,” Cash said. “Let me do something first…”
He worked at the console, then removed the headphones. “There. Everything is deleted except a single clip.”
When he hit play again, the sound came from the room speakers rather than the headphones. It was a long moan, throaty and intense.
My moan.
“Damn, girl, you sound good,” Violet said.
“You know that sound we were missing on the fourth track?” Cash asked.
Riot stood up a little straighter. “Holy shit. You’re right.”
“I’m thinking a remix of the sound,” Cash smiled. “Add it to the chorus. It’ll sound great repeated a few times.”
“With Rox’s permission,” Milo said. It sounded more like a question than a statement.
They all turned to look at me.
“You guys are responsible for creating that sound as much as I am,” I explained. “If you want to use it in a song, then my answer is… hell yeah!”
“I’m still not convinced that’s you we’re hearing, and not Milo…” Violet said.
“So you’re basically done, then?” I asked. “Now that you have that missing sound, there’s nothing left except to name the album.”
Violet chuckled. Riot smiled at the other two.
“What?” I asked.
“Guess we might as well tell you now,” Cash said. “We already have a tentative name for the album.”
“Came up with it a month ago!” Milo added. “But we weren’t sold on it until tonight.”
“Roxie’s Road Trip,” Riot said. “That’s the album. Hell, you were the inspiration for most of the songs. The clip of your moan is just the cherry on top.”
“The Midnight Cherry on top!” I said.
They groaned, then we laughed and hugged each other. It felt like the tour had officially ended. And with it ended a very special, very insane part of my life.
But this was the start of a new chapter.
One which was every bit as insane, but even more exciting.
“Now that the album name is approved, we need someone to do the album art,” Cash said.
“Who should we hire?” Milo wondered out loud with dramatic flair. “They’ll need to be really talented, and understand the band vibe and culture.”
Riot smiled at me. “I think I know someone.”