Chapter 15
I woke up the next morning unsure if I had slept or not. After the little all-bus meeting last night, I couldn't stop my mind from replaying every movement, every inch of Mick naked.
My four years of yearning didn't do him justice—he was more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. His arms were ropey and muscled, with broad but not overly bulky shoulders. His thick abs created a V-shaped dent in his hips, leading to his impressive length.
I liked that he had the dusting of chest hair, leading to the dark patch I couldn't help but want to get my hands on.
The return of the repressed. Years of trying not to want him only made me that much more desperate for him. Now that I had actually seen him, I was scared that I couldn't unsee it. I was forever changed by the sight of a naked rock god. Ugh.
I transitioned my bad sleep into a quiet morning, staying in bed and floating in and out of consciousness. It felt like a bomb had gone off in my psyche that I had to recuperate from.
The topic of me orgasming in front of my ex-almost lover, his seeming boyfriend Hunter, and Tom's good friend Luke finally came up after the Portland shows wrapped with boisterous fun.
"Honestly, A, I feel fine with you fucking anyone on this bus."
Tom's nonchalance and kind trust shouldn't surprise me at this point, but I nonetheless couldn't believe he'd just said that. I knew he would tell me if he felt differently, but then again, he would have been acting very different overall these past 24 hours.
"I know you have history with Mickey, and to be clear, you are mine once this summer is over,"
Tom said firmly, his eyes briefly blazing.
"But I know and trust these guys, and I know and trust you. We're five mid-twenties rock stars. I've heard of far weirder and worse in Hollywood than us consensually fucking each other."
I nodded as I processed, my head still a little iffy between the heat, weed, and sex.
"Besides, it helps that they were all STD tested before tour and are bus exclusive."
"Sorry, bus exclusive?"
I was confused.
"Mick set the rule our first tour and we all agreed—no sex on tour with anyone we're not partnered with or who's not living on this bus."
"So the four of you."
My eyebrows were in my hairline with surprise.
"Yes."
"So what about you?"
I asked, suddenly very curious and almost jealous.
"What about me?"
He smiled at my tone.
"Did you fuck the guys before we got together?"
"Yep."
His casual tone and demeanor made me giggle in sexy scandal. God, if my boy band loving middle school self could know how true the intra-band dating rumors were.
"So you have fucked Mickey?"
"Yes."
I couldn't believe my boyfriend had fucked my college crush before I had. It took me a second to recover from that news.
"When's the last time?"
I almost tensed for his answer from some mix of jealousy and intrigue. I couldn't even tell which direction I was jealous in.
"Last tour, what, a year and a half ago?"
he added.
"I do generally prefer women, but it is way less stress and drama to keep the sexual expression to those under strict NDA and living on a tiny bus with you anyway."
"Besides, you've seen how hard it is to get privacy on the bus. We tried at first, but why resist? They're hot, the sex was good and fun, good bonding."
He grinned a sexy smirk, imagining them all fucking each other in this bus.
"So is that why you're fine with the guys fucking me too? Because you want to fuck them too?"
"Ha!"
He laughed, cereal almost spilling out of his mouth.
"I mean, first off, I'm happy not to, even if you do. I honestly am not really thinking I would. All I want is your pussy, I'm a fiend, baby."
His charm soothed any nerves I had.
"So to recap, you are fine with me being the tour bus fuck doll for your three best friends, and you are fine with not fucking them back if I don't want you to?"
He threw his head back in a laugh at my question.
"Yes, that's what I'm saying,"
he responded, his big sunny grin spreading. His fingers curled in my hair as we talked.
"Though I take issue with the framing, you're never a 'fuck doll.'"
His lips curled in distaste.
"I hope you'd be getting twice the benefit any of us would."
Ignoring his thoughtful comment, I continued.
"So you're suggesting I become a professional homie hopper—what, one at a time? Or threesome, foursome, fivesome type of deal?"
His laugh truly boomed this time.
"I hadn't exactly planned it out. It's up to you, baby. I mean, have I come in the shower imagining taking you at the same time as Luke? Sure. But I want you to do what you want to do."
I gasped in shock, more so from the fact he had come outside of me anytime in the last few weeks than anything else.
My mind was racing with images of him with the guys in past tours.
"Do your managers know?"
I was suddenly shocked this wasn't in the blind items Lacy had shared with me.
"Kinda. Mick and Hunter are the least subtle. I mean, you've seen them. Sort of a don't ask, don't tell situation as long as we don't get caught publicly."
"What was it like fucking each of them?"
My voice was suddenly quiet yet laced with need as I imagined it.
"Maybe you should watch some time. I much prefer fucking you, but I'd also gladly fill or get filled by any of them if you find it hot."
I squirmed with need, my thighs squeezing together, craving release. Tom's hand moved between my thighs to start working my clit, his eyes holding mine.
"I guess we'll have to see what happens this summer,"
he said, laced with so much intent. His mouth was already back on mine, devouring me completely, body and soul.
"I love you,"
I said against his lips with desperate love.
"God, I love you,"
he said fiercely.
I had never felt so unconditionally seen before. It had always felt obvious that no man would ever want to acknowledge this type of desire simmering beneath the surface. That I was lucky to find someone who just met my needs sexually, who completely met me on that level between us.
Never in my wildest dreams had I considered the idea that someone could want to indulge all my deepest, maddest parts.
The part that wanted every dick on that bus inside me.
I blew apart on his hand in record time, pulling him up, desperate to feel him inside me. He quickly pushed inside of me, his thick length filling me tightly. Each movement was filled with new promises and forbidden potential.
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"Hi, beautiful."
Luke smiled as I emerged from my bunk into the kitchen.
"Hi,"
I said shyly. I had high-key been avoiding the other four guys since Tom had given me the green light to be homie hopper queen of this bus. Part of my brain still thought this was ridiculous and I wouldn't act on any of it. I mean, what type of Gen Z polycule ethical non-monogamous LA bullshit was this? No way this could end well, right?
But my curiosity far outweighed my apprehension, even if I was feeling a bit shy.
"Where is everyone?"
I asked groggily, Luke pouring me a cup of coffee and passing me a joint. God, he knew me well already.
"Mick and Hunter are still in the bedroom, and Tom is showering,"
he said, his sleepy eyes tracking my every move in a way that had me feeling very exposed.
"So what do you want to do today?"
he asked innocently enough.
"We have a couple long travel days ahead. We are going to need to keep ourselves occupied,"
he added with nothing but intent in his voice.
Had some bat signal gone out to the dudes that I was now fair game? If so... Jesus, I would need the medic just to attempt to walk straight.
"We could do a movie marathon,"
I suggested, sparking up the joint and breathing deeply, still eyeing Luke. God, was he handsome. So tall, he towered above my already tall frame.
I could pretend I wasn't loving the idea of having free rein with the guys. But I was.
"We could,"
he agreed. Silence hung in the air for a moment, weed smoke curling between us as the light haze hit me.
"Or we could fuck."
His direct, deadpan comment made me almost choke on my coffee.
"What?"
I sputtered, surprise ruling as I attempted to catch my sleepy mind up to the situation.
"Oh, don't tell me Tom didn't tell you about our normal little summer arrangement,"
he said, eyeing my reaction.
"He did,"
I responded.
"Well then."
Luke wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me to stand in front of him, pressed against the table as he nudged himself between my thighs. His hot breath trailed over my mouth as he brought us closer and closer, not leaving any room for thought or apprehension. And god, did he feel good—not even really touching me much yet, just towering over me and making me feel like I just wanted to sink into his energy. He was always more dominant than Tom, gave me this feeling of both wanting to rebel and push and just sink into his energy.
His cocky grin remained as his eyes flipped between my lips and eyes. Finally and without warning, his lips crashed into mine. He tasted like coffee and oranges, his tongue devouring me from the start. I immediately groaned into his mouth, my core pulsing, desperate for him.
I hadn't realized until that moment how fond of Luke I had grown. It wasn't the type of burning romantic love I had for Tom, but this deep, comfortable friendship. I trusted him in a way that surprised me and made me smile into the kiss.
He was already smiling back, as we began to giggle from the heat. I could feel his massive-seeming cock bobbing against my stomach from the tiny amount of space between us.
"Fucking my girlfriend already, Luke?"
Tom's big smile greeted my gaze as he sauntered over to us, naked and hard.
"About to be,"
Luke responded, turning toward him, all of us pulled heavy under the cloud of lust and giddy with potential.
"Wanna help?"
Luke added.
Tom simply groaned his response as he reached us, kissing me dizzy as I was also still being held by Luke.
Suddenly they were working perfectly in sync. Luke reached for my top as Tom pulled my underwear down, leaving me completely naked between them, their bodies crowding me in the most wonderfully overwhelming way.
"Is she ready?"
Luke asked Tom over my shoulder.
I faced Tom, his eyes meeting mine and hand going between my legs, finding me desperately wet, dripping onto my thighs, desperate for them.
"Yes,"
Tom answered for me.
"Thank god,"
Luke groaned out, stripping his pants behind me before quickly placing his head at my entrance, having to almost squat to reach my pussy. He thrust in slowly. I could feel how massive he was from the burning stretch as he filled me. Our heavy breathing filled the silence, Luke making his way to the hilt with slow, steady thrusts, giving me time to adjust as wet and ready as I was.
"You're beautiful wrapped around his cock,"
Tom finally said, kissing me and meeting my sparkling eyes. I couldn't believe this was already happening. Luke felt too good. Of course he would take me by surprise.
Luke started slowly thrusting inside me, his groan reverberating through my bones. His hands grabbed my chest and played with my nipples, Tom keeping my eyes locked on him.
"Good girl,"
Tom said lovingly, almost as if he was taking care of me through Luke's fucking. I had never had an experience like this before. The two massive male bodies crowding me had my orgasm climbing higher than I knew what to do with.
"Aria,"
Luke groaned into my neck as he started kissing me, bent around me in a way that I was sure looked ridiculous due to the height difference, but who cared—he was inside me and that's what mattered.
"I know you're going to come, baby,"
Tom said, holding my face to his gaze, Luke's thrusts rocking me harder and harder, Tom keeping our balance.
Tom was right. I was so close.
Luke's cock felt like it was pummeling the entirety of my hips with how large it was, pushing me so close to the edge.
"I'm about to come,"
Luke moaned, kissing me and grunting like an animal.
I came before he could, convulsing around his cock.
Everything was sticky and hot, only adding to the heat of my orgasm between my legs.
Everything was blending together—me, Tom, Luke, my cum, Tom's sweat, Luke's cock—it was all one mess in the front of the bus, feeling like a thousand degrees.
After the last of my orgasm was fucked out of me, Luke pulled out of me and pulled me from Tom's arms, flipping me around to kiss me breathless.
The sweat from his scruffy upper lip flooded my taste buds, all man and summer.
Tom pressed against my back, pressing his fingers deep into the flesh of my hips and pulling my ass back against his hard cock, pulling a moan out from both of us.
"I'm not done,"
Luke growled at Tom in a way that had my pussy flooding between my legs.
Luke pulled me fiercely from Tom's arms, placing me face up lying on the table, immediately thrusting back into my already hungry-again pussy.
Luke worked me up in mere moments, this time pounding me ferociously and flooding my passage with his cum as I flew apart on his dick for the second time.
His eyes kept mine locked to him, branding me as his in ways I could never have expected.
He stayed deep inside me, not softening in any way I could perceive as our breathing barely started to slow.
Still in a haze, I realized Tom had moved around to the bench near my head on the table and was stroking his cock inches from my lips.
"Open."
His tone was more pleading than demanding.
I did with a needy desperation.
I wanted to taste my man.
He placed the head of his cock in my mouth and barely began lightly thrusting before coating my tongue with come.
I sucked him through it best I could, feeling boneless and thoroughly fucked.
"Angelic,"
Luke commented as if in a trance, his eyes mesmerized, expression dumbfounded.