Eli
I’m sure if I told Andi I brought her back to Beck’s greenroom with innocent intentions, she’d laugh in my face and call me a filthy fucking liar.
I did bring her here with innocent-ish intentions. I just wanted to help calm her down.
But after she and Everett mentioned that he’d helped her return from her dissociative state and calm down by bending her over his desk and spanking her, I couldn’t get the possibility of that sort of help out of my head.
Sue me. Can’t a guy be attracted to his girlfriend?
Andi seems to be enjoying things, if the way she’s squirming on my lap, grinding down on my hand that’s slipped past the waistband of her panties is any indication.
“More—” she whines. “Please, Eli.”
“So fucking needy,” I growl. “Such a demanding Princess. The others have spoiled you rotten.”
“Shut—shut-up and fuck me,” she bites out, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright and insistent.
My lips peel back in a predatory grin. There’s that fire. That enchanting spark that drew me to her even when I was determined to believe she was bad news for Beck and I.
“See? Provin’ my point. You’re a spoiled brat, demanding something that’ll come in due time. Don’t you know good things come to those who wait?”
“Stop yapping and start fucking me,” she huffs, pushing off my lap and shoving her jeans and panties down her hips in one go.
I’m greeted by the sight of her bare, dripping pussy. She’s finally started to let go of the stringent beauty routines that were beaten into her head growing up under her mom’s roof. There’s a neat triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs.
I fucking love it.
I’d never tell her what to do with her body, but man, am I one happy fucking camper that she’s experimenting a little.
“If you’re not going to fuck me, I’ll call one of the other guys. I’m sure two of them can handle that crazy fan—”
“Fuck no,” I snarl, grabbing her hips and tugging her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. “You think I’m going to let you go after this little stunt, huh?”
Her lips quirk up in a satisfied smirk.
She got me. She knows how to play the game.
Unlike Everett, who needs control, or Leo, who absolutely loves giving and worshipping her, I think I fall somewhere in between. It’s the fight, the push and pull, that turns me on the most. It doesn’t matter to me who ends up on top.
“You want my cock so bad, then show me,” I growl, gripping her hips and massaging the flesh of her ass.
She’s starting to fill out again, now that she’s recovering from being practically starved by her own mother. I’m loving that too.
I think I’m just in love with her, point blank, period.
I unzip the fly of my jeans and tug out my cock from its confines. I’m pretty sure if my cock spent any more time being strangled in there, it would’ve started withering away.
Her eyes always go a little wide when she sees it. It always makes me feel like I’m at the top of the world. I know I’m big, but it’s nice having that fact acknowledged by someone like Andi, who will look me in the eye after whimpering when I thrust inside her and say she can’t feel a thing.
This isn’t the first time we’ve fucked. She’s invited me to her bed at night a few times.
Cameron is the only one who hasn’t gone all the way with her, I think. He’s definitely made her come, if the lingering looks they share with each other after emerging from their long work sessions is any indication. But I think he has some weird sense of chivalry I can’t relate to.
I was an asshole to her when we first met, and in certain ways, I’m still an asshole.
“What’re you waiting for?” I growl, slapping her ass and massaging away the sting. “Ride me, Princess.”
She bites her bottom lip in a way that just makes me want to reach up and tug her head down so I can bite it for her. My thighs are so big she can’t just straddle me on her knees. She has to rise up on her heels in a squat in order to position herself properly.
“Fuck,” she gasps as she starts to slowly lower herself onto my length. “I thought—thought this was supposed to be a distraction.”
“Aren’t you distracted?” I tease. “You’ll be so focused on riding me you won’t be able to think about anything else in that pretty little head of yours.”
“Shut up, all I’ll be thinking about is how much my legs are burning.”
“Awww, my poor little princess is too weak to ride my cock, hmm?” I snicker, gripping her hips and holding her still before thrusting up and into her, seating myself fully inside her.
“Oh, fuck—fuck you, you stupid son of a—”
Her cursing ends on a strangled groan as she buries her face in the crook of my neck as I continue to thrust into her warm, wet heat. She’s so slick with her arousal that gliding in and out of her is like the sexiness of all the wet dreams I’ve ever had in my entire life rolled into one.
And I was repressed as hell growing up, so I had plenty of ridiculously dirty wet dreams.
“Thought I was gay before I met you,” I bite out. “No other girl did it for me. But damn, do I love fucking you.”
“How—how romantic,” she pants, pulling back to glare down at me. “I don’t like you talking about other girls when you’re inside me.”
I slow my thrusts, letting her take the reins now that I’ve gotten her all fired up.
“I also—don’t like—the insinuation—that I’m not like other girls,” she bites out, rising up and slamming back down with every phrase. “Other girls are cool. That crazy fan was just an exception.”
I grin up at her, which only seems to piss her off even more.
“This is why I love you,” I breathe out before reaching up and tangling my hand in her hair, curled in loose barrel waves around my fist and tugging her down to kiss me.
Despite everything she’s been through, she still sets her best foot forward. She goes through life hoping for the best, instead of letting the fucked things that have been done to her define her future.
She’s not jaded. Not like how I used to be… before I met her.
She bites my lip, the sting sending a thrill through me.
“I’d love you more if you weren’t such a fucking dick,” she murmurs against my lips.
“You like me like this.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yeah, you do,” I smirk. “I’ll stop when you stop looking so fucking hot when you’re pissed at me.”
Her movements are starting to slow, and her chest is rising and falling hard under the t-shirt she’s wearing. I’ll never look at Beck’s merch the same way.
Wanting to reward her for her hard work, I grip her hips again and hold her still as I take over, thrusting up into her and grinding on the upstroke and giving her an opportunity to angle her hips so I press against her clit every time.
“Why—why is it that I have one panic attack that Everett fixes with an orgasm and now all of you jump to fixing my issues with your magic cocks?” she whines.
“So you admit they’re magic now, huh?” I growl, tugging her head back and angling it so I can start kissing up her neck. The honey undertones of her chamomile tea perfume are thick. I swear it’s so strong that when I lick a stripe up the column of her neck, I actually taste honey on my tongue.
“Shut—shut up,” she whimpers.
“Nah,” I growl. “And it’s working, isn’t it?”
Before she has a chance to answer, the door is thrown open.
The two of us freeze in place. With the way the couch is angled, I can’t see who just burst into the room.
Fuck, I guess I forgot to lock the door.
Hopefully Leo has an ironclad NDA ready to go.
The way Andi’s shoulders immediately relax at the sight of whoever just came in should tell me that no NDA will be necessary.
The scent of thick caramel perfume, carrying the faint burnt bitterness of stress hits me as I turn around.
Beck is standing there, his back pressed against the door. He’s slicked in sweat from the hot stage lights in a way that makes me want to strip off all his clothes and lick him from head to toe. He’d probably taste like sweet caramel, the same way Andi’s skin tastes like honey.
“Oh, thank God it’s you,” Andi says, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Beck says, his voice tight as he does what I probably should’ve, and locks the door behind him.
“Is the—the situation resolved?” she asks, her question ending on a gasp when I thrust shallowly up into her.
Beck’s perfume practically explodes out of him, and he lets out a quiet groan.
“Yeah. That girl won’t say anything. She even said she was sorry.”
He starts moving towards us faster than I thought possible. His shirt ends up on the floor. Then his mic pack. I’m sure the sound guy would chew him out for not treating the equipment with the respect it deserves, but it’s obvious Beck has other priorities right now.
And who am I to get in between a guy and his mission? Especially when I know I get to be involved.
Andi lets out a soft snort, her eyes tracking his every movement.
“She wouldn’t listen to anything any of us had to say. Guess that’s the power of The Beckham Knight,” she teases.
“I’ll show you the power I’ve got,” Beck says, his voice low.
He turns his gaze to me, his diamond-blue eyes glittering. We’ve known each other long enough and been with each other enough times for me to have a good understanding of what he’s asking me without words.
I lift Andi off of my cock completely, despite the small whine of protest she’s making.
She’s easy to manhandle until her back is to my chest, her legs spread open wide by my own thighs.
“God, you’re dripping, Starlight,” Beck says, his eyes dragging down her body.
“I—I am,” she says, her cheeks even more flushed at his compliments.
I love seeing how soft she gets around Beck. It’s almost like she gets shy. Sometimes the contrast of her sweetness makes the fire and snark I get when we’re alone together, all the better.
“You know what’s going to happen right now, don’t you?” Beck says, his voice pitched low as he steps between mine and Andi’s spread legs.
“No, what’s going to happen?” she whispers, blinking up at him.
Did I mention I fucking love seeing the way Beck gets around her, too? He’s normally pliant and needy when it’s just the two of us, but he gets demanding and exacting in a way I’d never seen before when the three of us are all together.
“We’re going to fuck you, together,” he says, confirming what I thought when we shared our earlier look. “At the same time.”
I take that as my cue to guide my cock to press up against her puckered back hole.
She lets out a soft gasp, her hands coming down to squeeze my thighs.
“You can take it, Princess,” I growl. “I know Everett’s been preparing you. You’ve been wearing plugs for him, haven’t you?”
“I—I have, but—but you’re a hell of a lot bigger than a plug!” she squeaks out.
“It’ll be okay,” Beck coos, his lips curved up in an amused smile. “You can take it.”
“I guess—guess you’d know,” she says, swallowing hard.
The head of my cock, covered in her slick from earlier, pushes past the tight ring of muscle.
She throws her head back against my shoulder, her eyes shut as she lets out a gasp.
“Fuck—”
“You’re doing so well,” Beck murmurs, sinking down to his knees.
He reaches out and spreads her pussy open to him as I work her down further onto my cock.
“What—what’re you—” Her strangled question is answered when Beck runs his tongue up her slick folds and circles her clit. “Oh, my God!”
Beck’s eyes sparkle as he looks up at me from between her spread legs.
He dips his head lower, his tongue laving my knot before returning to Andi.
Fuck, he’s so fucking hot. They both are. Tonight will be burned into my memory forever.
“That’s it,” I grunt when Andi’s ass squeezes around my cock as Beck continues to drive her wild. “Doesn’t he have such a talented mouth, Princess?”
Beck lets out a soft hum that has Andi squirming even more.
One of my hands rests low on her belly, pressing so she stops moving around as much and takes what the two of us have to offer, and the other comes to gently cup her jaw.
“I asked you a question,” I murmur softly into her ear before kissing it.
“Y—yes,” she pants. “His mouth is—God—his mouth—”
I continue to pull her down onto my cock until she’s seated fully. I turn my attention down to Beck, whose chin is glistening with Andi’s wetness.
“Come, give me a kiss,” I growl, reaching down to him.
When our lips crash together in a mess of tongue and a little bit of teeth, I taste Andi all over him.
“I think she’s ready,” I breathe out. “She liked watching us kiss. Could feel her ass trying to milk me.”
“That’s—that’s not—”
“It’s okay, Starlight,” Beck soothes. “It’s okay to like the look of us together. I thought I was going to come in my pants like a fucking middle schooler at the sight of you riding his cock.”
He unzips his jeans, pulling out his own weeping member.
“Do you want my cock, Starlight?” he murmurs.
“Please—please, Beck,” she gasps. “Please don’t tease me.”
“How could I deny such a pretty request?”
He thrusts into her slowly, with far more restraint than I think I would’ve been capable of, had we swapped positions. Andi’s moans change in pitch, turning guttural.
“You feel full, don’t you?” I growl, shifting her hips so I thrust inside her when Beck pulls out.
“Y—yes,” she moans.
Beck and I quickly fall into a rhythm, holding each other’s hands as we thrust into Andi.
“Fuck, I think—I think I’m going to come,” she whines.
“Come for us,” I growl into her ear, scraping my teeth along her neck in a way that I know drives her wild.
It drives me wild too. It brings up thoughts of bonding her. Of making her mine permanently.
But we haven’t really talked about that yet, so I hold off, just teasing her as she clamps down on my cock and comes with a scream Beck is quick to muffle with his lips against hers.
Beck and I are quick to follow her. How can we not, when she’s squeezing down on us like a vice?
“Fuck,” I pant, my knot throbbing.
We still haven’t been given the go-ahead from her doctor to knot her.
Looks like I’ll have to sneak into Beck’s room tonight, or else I’ll drive myself insane.
“That was—that was crazy,” Andi murmurs.
“You can say that again,” Beck chuckles, peppering soft kisses against Andi’s lips, her cheeks, and her forehead.
“Well... I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I’m not panicking anymore,” she giggles.
“Perfect. That means our magic cocks worked.”
“Shut up! You’re insufferable.”
“And you just came all over my cock.”
“His magic cock,” Beck adds, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
The three of us burst out into laughter.