Chapter 46
A hushed anticipation hangs in the air as the arena throbs with the chants of thousands of screaming fans. The stage is bathed in an ethereal glow, standing a silent witness to our imminent resurrection as musicians and the birth of our career as rock stars.
We’ve been on this stage before, but not as Velocity Vortex, not with this new music or style, and not in over a decade. As I walk away from the stage viewing area, I hear the crowd”s deafening roar to our band name called out in the line-up, signaling the end of our hiatus, one that had left a massive void in everyone”s hearts.
Backstage, the atmosphere crackles with nervous energy. The rock band performing before us, clad in a fusion of vintage rebellion and contemporary cool, greats us and wishes us all the best. I exchange glances with my own band and silently laugh at our clothing.
The record label insisted we wear the same clothes from the rescue as if we’d just arrived from the canyon.
We’re wearing the same clothes we”ve been wearing since yesterday evening when Brittney arrived at the studio to collect Eden. None of us had much sleep, and I know we’re all ready to crash, but the adrenaline and our determination will get us through. That stage and those crowds are the fix we need to pump our veins with the energy we need to get through the one song we’ve been asked to play.
We walk back to the area where we’re supposed to hang out until our line-up is called.
Eden still has her shoulder bandaged, and we all look as if we’ve just returned from battle. Our single was released to the public two hours ago, and Haze’s face is plastered on his phone screen, checking the online insights.
Actually, our song fits the way we currently look. Maybe it’ll work.
“Alright, fellas, this is it for us.” I look each one in the eye, and excitement soars through them as their eyes flicker bright. “We’ve been through hell and back, but we need to put the last twenty-four hours behind us and march forward. We can do this.”
“We were born for this,” Haze confirms, pocketing his phone and joining us.
“And you, my darling?” My voice softens every time I refer to her.
“Like the fellas,” she grins at me, and I love how she uses a British word or phrase here and there. It’s cute.
“How’s the shoulder?” Asher asks, concern evident in his voice as we gather closer to Eden, forming a protective circle around her, our towering figures dwarfing her smaller frame.
“It’s fine. Just a scratch and bruise. But I could do with a shower after this,” she confesses.
“We’ll head straight home after this. I think we can all do with a day off.”
“They’ll be expecting an interview from all five of you.” Flavia’s voice from behind us catches our attention. “I understand you’ve all been through an ordeal,” she adds, her gaze settling on Eden. ”How are you holding up?”
“She fucking had to shoot down half a dozen humans to save her life,” Callum barks angrily. “How the fuck do you think she is? Be blessed we agree to this concert. But fuck no to any interviews. Set up a news conference in forty-eight hours. Not a minute sooner.”
Our band manager takes a moment to digest Callum”s demand, her expression showing she understands the gravity of the situation. She glances around at all of us, seeing the unity in our stance to Callum’s demand.
“Fine.” she relents, pulling out her tablet and making arrangements. “The car will be arranged to pick you up right after you finish your performance. I’ll instruct your bodyguard and his team. Don’t fucking talk to anyone. I”ll set up your press conference, and no one gets to ask you questions before then.”
As the stage manager signals our time has come to get on stage, a surge of adrenaline propels us forward. I grip the strap of my electric guitar slung over my shoulder, ready for action.
We follow him towards the stage area, each step echoing in the corridor, a rhythmic prelude to the crescendo awaiting us.
The moment arrives—a blinding eruption of lights unveils the stage, revealing our silhouettes. A collective gasp sweeps through the arena as if the audience collectively holds its breath, awaiting confirmation that this spectacle isn”t a mirage born of nostalgia.
Then, the first chord from Callum resonates—a sonic thunderclap that shatters the silence. I stand poised by the microphone, joining in as soon as I hear the drum beat from Asher.
With a charismatic smile, I lean into the microphone, my gravelly voice cutting through the air:
These lyrics are laced with passion and a narrative that resonates with the shared experiences of my band. The guitar in my hand, an extension of my soul, wailing and soaring in perfect harmony with my vocals against Haze’s rhythm guide and Callum’s base.
I smile at my bandmates and pause on my singing. Within seconds, I hear the first notes of her voice behind me:
As Eden’s powerful vocals enter the stage, a primal scream from the crowds is unleashed, and she smiles at each of us as she continues her verse,
Unleashing a powerful refrain, a cathartic explosion that ignites the crowds caught in the euphoria of Eden’s performance becomes a living, breathing entity pulsating with the energy of the music.
This entire arena transforms into a sea of undulating bodies, an ecstatic response to the revival of our old band transforming within moments to our new one. We’re bathed in the kaleidoscope of lights, unleashing an audible thunderstorm that sweeps through the arena, washing away our years of absence.
Eden grips her microphone, immersed in the song, as I shove my guitar behind my back and pull out the mic, kicking the stand away. The crowd goes wild as I join her, my hand reaching out to bring her to the center of the stage, joining her in the chorus as Callum and Haze take either side of us, strumming their electric guitars.
We’re no longer singing to the crowd but to each other, the screams are now a roaring sea of ecstatic fans swaying to the rhythm, their hands raised in unison. Faces illuminated by the glow of the stage lights express sheer bliss, a collective surrender to our magic unfolding before them.
Eden takes over the song, her hand caressing my sweaty face and our bodies only inches apart from each other.
We can’t resist the magnetic draw we have for each other as our ballad draws us closer. I join her once more in the chorus:
Our voices intertwine in a seamless dance, each note resonating with the raw emotion of our shared journey. With eyes locked, we leaned into each other, our bodies swaying in sync with the melody. Our fingertips trace the lines of familiarity on each other”s faces, mapping out the journey we”ve traveled together. The chemistry between us is not just heard but felt, a physical force that binds us in the spotlight”s grip.
I wrap my arm around her waist, and she leans in, resting her forehead on my shoulder as I sing the next verse:
She leans away, taking my hand in hers, and our fingers intertwine with each other as we sing the final two verses together:
Our rock ballad becomes more than just lyrics and melody; it”s a proclamation of the strong connection we share as a band. As the chorus swells, we hold each other tighter, the power of our song echoing the depth of our emotions. In this electrifying atmosphere, we connect with the audience on an intimate level, each lyric is sharing an emotion that surpasses the physical distance between the stage and the furthest corners of the arena.
As Haze plays the last set of chords, I pull Eden against my chest and kiss the fuck out of her.
Haze and Callum close in on us, reminding us that we’re still on a fucking stage. Reluctantly, I pull away, and Eden has the biggest, most beautiful smile on her face.
The crowd, swept away by the power of our performance, erupts in a thunderous ovation.
“Thank you,” I say into the mic and throw it into the crowd. I grab Eden and run off the stage with the others fast behind us. We follow Flavia’s assistant, who rushes us together with Carl’s new security team, surrounding us through the underground corridors of the arena to the limo that awaits with an open back door. I allow Eden in first, then jump in, and the other three follow.
Carl jumps inside the front passenger and instructs the driver to take us home.
“Make it the long way home,” I say to the driver before raising the blackout screen and switching on the privacy mode.
I return my burning gaze to my girlfriend, my eyes ablaze with desire as Callum and Haze have already started to undress her.
“You made us so hard, Eden, with that beautiful voice of yours, coming out on stage like you bloody owned it,” I groan, watching Callum remove her bra and her creamy tits fall out.
“You were brilliant, princess, a masterpiece.”
“”You know,” Callum begins pulling her jeans off her legs, his voice a tender whisper, ”your voice is like a siren”s song. It has this enchanting quality that pulls me in, like I”m in the middle of a desert storm, and your voice is the beacon guiding me home.”
“Each word you speak is a melody that soothes my soul and ignites a fire within me.” Asher draws himself closer to her.
“It”s like the sweetest lullaby and the most stirring symphony all at once,” Haze dives in for her breast, taking her pale rose nipple between his lips, making her gasp as he pulls it.
She meets my gaze, and I see the reflection of our sentiments mirrored in her eyes – a shared recognition of the extraordinary draw woven into the very fabric of our spoken words.
When Callum pulls off her knickers, I look at that beautiful cunt and lick my lips, desperate to feast on her.
“I’m going to get down on my knees and take you the fuck apart, piece by piece, until the whole world hears your voice while we drive through the streets this evening.”
She flickers her eyes at me and smiles.
“What are you waiting for? Your talented mouth on my pussy. No further words needed.”
“I love the flipping frankness on this woman,” Haze mumbles with her nipple between his lips.
Callum leans forward and captures her second nipple in his mouth, and Asher props himself up next to Haze and kisses her mouth.
I move forward, link my hands under her hips, bring her to the edge of the seat, and hook her legs over my shoulders. For a couple of seconds I stare at the sweet pink pussy, mesmerized by how powerful it is to have four knobs literally worshipping her.
And before I can give myself any logical explanation, my face is already planted between her thighs, and I dig my tongue inside her, causing her to moan.
She cries out as I lick her up and down, drinking in her juices and simultaneously stroking her clit and then fucking her with my tongue. I lick her lips, her thighs and add two fingers inside her as she reaches down to fist my hair.
Adding a third finger, I swipe my tongue between her folds as I get more brutal with every thrust of my fingers. Her groans get louder and louder, and when I sink my teeth into the sensitive flesh of her clit she falls apart in my hands.
Her thighs clamp around my head as she screams, her back arching, throwing all three men off her.
“Keep her still,” I instruct, mumbling into her cunt. My eyes travel upwards, and I catch them holding her down. She throws her head back as she comes. I burn that sight into my memory as I lick her pussy through her release and, with one hand, quickly sneak it down to unfasten my jeans.
When she finally relaxes, I slowly pull my fingers free from her and cover my knob in her cum while sliding my tongue across her hole to catch more of her taste.
From the corner of my eye, I catch Asher, who is already undressed and waiting for her.
“You want to fuck all of us, darling?” I ask, watching her catch her breath.
She nods her approval, and I give her thigh one last kiss before letting both legs drop from my shoulders.
“Ash’s waiting for you, luv,” I say and move back on the seat opposite them to remove my clothes and watch the love of my life fuck my best friend.
Haze and Callum are both at different stages of undress, but their eyes don’t leave the beauty who straddles Asher and takes his knob, settling her hips over his, slowly settling him inside her.
She wraps her arms around him, and he grips the soft flesh of her arse to support her as she begins to ride him slowly. The way she arches her back and moves her body over him, like a hypnotic temptress, is mesmerizing, and I find my hand gripping my knob, stroking it in the same slow manner she rides Ash.
I drink her in, my eyes landing on the plump arse of hers, and I know what my dick craves, the need to have her pussy becomes painful by the minute.
But I don’t have to wait long before she picks up her rhythm. She’s controlling him and decides when each of us will finish off inside her. Those hips of hers roll off his pelvis, up and down, in and out, over and over until he grips her hard and holds her still as he groans his release.
She leans in to give him a long intimate kiss and slides off him, his spaff running out of her pussy, she moves onto Callum, and he takes her effortlessly and brings her over to straddle him. Again she begins that spellbinding dance over his hips, taking him apart, groaning as she grinds her own orgasm coming all over his cock.
With both men, she’s taken what she wanted, bringing herself over the edge, using their bodies to satisfy her own needs.
And now she rides the third like she bloody owns his knob.
This isn’t four men fucking one woman.
This is one woman fucking four men.
Maybe Callum’s right, and she’s a desert siren. This enchanting yet dangerous creature, with a voice like a mesmerizing symphony, enticing even the strongest of wills.
The four of us are entranced by her, unable to resist the pull of her call. She wraps her voice around each one of our minds, clouding our judgment and erasing our thoughts of reason. Her allure is so potent that it becomes an intoxicating elixir, rendering us powerless to resist the magnetic force that draws us to her.
Eden Rivers entered our lives from nowhere; she arrived an orphan with a mysterious past but as an otherworldly beauty with an irresistible voice that captivated millions of followers.
But we’re the four men who have willingly given our souls to her as she claims us. She is a legend serving as a cautionary tale about the seductive power of temptation, symbolizing the risks that lie in succumbing to the irresistible calls of the unknown.
As she finally straddles me last, her mouth locks onto mine and she forces her tongue through my lips just as she slides her wet pussy over my hard, needy knob and her inner walls clamp over me, claiming me as her lover.
My fate was sealed the day she opened her mouth on that stage, and I succumbed to her call and hauntingly beautiful face.
Captivated by her like iron to a magnet, I grip her hips with an open heart, pull my mouth away from her, and gaze at her face, captivated by the depths of her enchanting, ethereal green eyes.
She cries out as her body convulses over my cock, and I follow her siren call straight over the edge of the cliff. My hips crash against hers, drawn to prolonging my climax, not able to tear myself away from her.
Eden wraps her arms around me as my thrusts become slower and sloppy. In her arms, I find a love so deep and consuming that
there will never be a shroud of doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t risk everything to be with this woman.
As if satisfied with the magic she’s weaved on us, she collapses into my embrace and rests her head against my shoulder. I can feel her panting slow down.
“Rest beautiful,” I look at my three best friends, who look on at us with raw satisfaction. “We’ll take care of you now.”
The four of us found a love so deep and consuming with Eden that we are willing to risk everything to be with her.