The Band

Chapter 21

Our show in Miami didn't go as planned. We didn't even make it into the city before the show was canceled due to a huge storm brewing. It was still hot, in the eighties at least, but the rain was pelting down on the bus, each drop echoing throughout the cabin.

Wood and Katie quickly arranged an Airbnb for us to stay in until the storm cleared and we could leave for Atlanta.

"The storm should clear up in the next day or two. Until then, nobody leaves the Airbnb. You have four security guards right outside and of course extra security surrounding the property line. Short of an illegal drone or breaking and entering, there is no way paps are getting pics of y'all here, nor do they have any clue we are here."

Despite this being a straight-up lockdown, it sounded like a relaxing break from the daily grind on the bus. The AC already had my mood greatly improved and I was itching to check out the pool I had spotted earlier.

"Nonetheless, no guests, don't tell people where we are, and basic precautions,"

Wood continued.

"Don't fuck outside."

His eyes darted to Tom at the last instruction, like a caring coach or something very paternal. It was sweet.

"Aye aye, captain,"

Hunter said, hard up for a joint and to blow his load as he usually was, rushing Wood away so he could break in one of the rooms by fucking Mickey on every piece of furniture within it.

"All right, get some rest. Text the operations manager if you need anything. Be good."

There were a lot of things I hated about this industry, but Wood was not one of them. Tom was lucky to have him; all the guys were.

Once Mickey had locked the door behind Wood, their four pairs of eyes descended on me like a pack of lions.

"Are you hungry?"

Tom was the first one to speak, and it felt like they were somehow all getting closer to me without moving.

"Nope."

I met his gaze directly, intent all over his expression, smile still reassuring.

"Really? I am,"

Hunter said, eyeing my cleavage through my strappy tank top.

"Hunter,"

Mickey said in warning.

"We should let Aria settle in for a bit before anyone eats anything."

Even through his looking out for me, I could tell he wanted anything but time for me to settle in.

"I'm taking a shower with Tom, then we can see about eating,"

I piped up, winking at Hunter. I could see his, Mickey's, and Luke's eyes flash with jealousy, each displaying it in their stereotypically them ways. Luke hid it best, of course.

I felt like I just needed a moment to get my bearings. It had been weeks of non-stop travel, living on a hundred-degree bus with four men, and at least getting fucked until I could barely walk on the daily from these four. I needed a second with my boyfriend.

Tom was always the balm on raw skin, sunscreen and cold water under the blazing sun, the calm slow breath I always desperately needed. And that type of comfort was both addictive and made me desperately horny.

Mickey and I had history, Luke was a way too charming flirt, and Hunter twisted up my insides in the best way, but that all still felt like a random summer romp. Tom was my guy, the one it all felt real with.

Tom led me back to our room, locking the door behind him. We stripped in calm, silent tandem. Despite the relaxed quiet, his cock was rock hard, yet he paid it no mind, relaxed with feeling the need as I was starting to get used to.

He started the shower, fiddling with the water as I removed my tiny bit of makeup.

"You're beautiful."

His perfect lips grazed my cheek.

I leaned into his embrace, his arms wrapping around me to lightly caress my breast and hold me tight to him, his hardness pressing into my back with no urgency yet desperately sexy presence.

"I love you,"

I told him so genuinely.

"I love you so much, Aria."

He turned me around to kiss me deeply, his tongue tasting me thoroughly. I felt him in every cell of my body, just lost to the waves of him.

Our patterns of perfect lust and love took over. His hands trailed down to my ass, pulling me flush against his hard form, fingers digging into my ass as he devoured me. At this point our lovemaking had a perfect rhythm for every mood, the comforting pull of his lips perfectly matching the balm I needed for frayed nerves.

"Can I ask you something, baby?"

Tom pulled back to search my eyes.

"You can ask me anything,"

I responded softly.

"Do you actually want to sleep with everyone at once?"

I cocked my head in confusion at his question.

"I mean, if you feel scared by the prospect of taking us all at once, there is no pressure to. Just because none of us can get our fill of you and your perfect body doesn't mean you're not still steering this ship. You always tell me if something is too much for you."

I was already melted into his arms, but I somehow melted further.

"Well, first off, you know I'm not exactly the shy type,"

I joked first.

"I could never do anything I wasn't comfortable with, and I know you are all looking after me. You especially."

"I love you."

He smiled back again, resuming kissing me in deep waves of desire.

After who knows how long of making out with his hands all over me, he flipped me around and pushed my back down to hang on to the handrail in the huge standing shower, putting us under the warm spray filling the room with steam. It smelled like eucalyptus and clean linens, and of course Tom and my sweat.

He entered me from behind, still keeping us as pressed together as possible. He made quick work of my orgasm, then his, followed by a near hypnotic level relaxing head massage while he washed my hair. All clean and well fucked, we passed out in the massive fluffy white bed, cuddled up naked together under the crisp sheets.

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I woke up feeling the usual post-sex nap worked over with sore muscles. Tom was not next to me, so I assumed he must be out with the guys.

I wonder if they're fucking, the thought passed through my brain, leaving a trail down my body of a pounding heart and pussy. The concept of Tom fucking the guys without me, even in the past, simultaneously pulled the deepest jealousy I'd ever felt and made me the absolute horniest I could imagine. My curiosity was far too powerful for the jealousy to shape my behavior, wanting to find out what was on the other side of all these doors more than I feared the outcomes. I mean, one doesn't really become a professional musician if they have the tendency to be timid.

I found Tom sitting comfortably on the couch in the living room, Luke in the kitchen cooking something up.

"Hi, love."

Tom's gravelly voice washed over me.

"Hi."

A massive grin overtook my face, heart immediately at ease. Anxiety and Tom were like oil and water, never gonna mix. He was the perfect balm for my more Virgo rising tendencies.

I cuddled up next to him on the sofa despite the heat, our warm and sticky skin sliding together as was all too familiar at this point. He kissed my head as I made myself comfortable, watching TikToks with him on his phone as I slowly came back to the world after my nap.

"How are you feeling?"

Tom's voice slipped over me like warm milk.

"So good."

I curled in tighter, feeling all fuzzy and loved on.

Luke plopped down in the adjacent chair, his eggs in one hand, an ashtray, lighter, and joint in the other, which he immediately put on the coffee table and slid my way.

My heart thudded in an uncomfortable yet powerful way at the gesture, Luke falling into a sync with us I couldn't have anticipated.

I lit up and we passed it around in silence, the comfort of having this whole place to ourselves and a few days of real rest hitting us like a freight train of relaxed silence.

"Where are Hunter and Mickey?"

I asked once I realized I hadn't even heard their voices since getting up.

"I think they're having a similar type of nap you two took,"

Luke's joke was clearly carefree, yet I couldn't help but wonder if he felt left out. Mickey and Hunter an unofficial couple, me and Tom very official, Luke the odd man out. Things were starting to feel more settled between the five of us, but were they? Still, Luke's expression seemed his usual relaxed self. I sensed none of my concerns on his perfect face.

I got up to pee, leaving the men behind. A text from Lacy graced my phone as I checked my messages:

*Babe, big tea among the dancers!!! Terrance and Antonio finally hooked up last night!!!!! They gotta get together for real*

I giggled at her updates, switching over to check my TikTok.

The first video was a shot of me last night at the concert, performing near the end of the set. I looked cute. I needed to find a more guaranteed waterproof (and sweat-proof) lip oil, but no one was looking at that.

The next video was unsurprisingly a ship video of me and Tom. It was hilarious because the public had what, twenty minutes of footage of us together in public? And man, did they run with it. I had seen the same seconds of us kissing or that interview at the Grammys a hundred thousand times by now. This particular edit was a cute one, set to a springing folksy song, classical and romantic. The pictures of Tom and I smiling at each other were truly unmatched in their adorableness. I had never seen myself so in love before, and he looked at me like I was the sun. Our eyes said it all.

The thought had me bounding to wash up and return to Tom.

But of course, just as I was exiting my room, I almost bumped directly into Hunter, the two of us alone in the hall. I gulped and nearly jumped back away from him, still feeling least at ease with the blonde Brit.

"Sorry, love,"

he smirked at me. I would somehow need to learn to see that smirk as endearing rather than slappable as I currently saw it. Fuckable, but slappable.

"Excuse me,"

I murmured as I moved to get past him.

"Running to see your boyfriend?"

he teased, his eyes lighting up yet detached.

"Yes,"

I spat back, defensive and prickly as always.

"Why don't we have some fun before you do?"

He moved closer, wedging me between his hard body and the wall. Luke and Tom were just around the corner. I knew they could hear this conversation.

But my attention was all on Hunter. His hot breath on me, eyes flitting between searing mine and looking at my lips like he wanted to bite them.

"What, not busy running off to your boyfriend?"

I hissed out breathlessly. He barked out a genuine laugh as he cornered me further against the wall, his hard body slowly pressing against mine.

"What a little spitfire you are."

His smile, to my surprise, turned warm and genuine, if only for a brief moment, genuine affection briefly appearing in his eyes only to be rapidly replaced with dirty intent and intensity.

I answered him by pressing my lips to his, no thoughts just vibes as we started shamelessly making out in the middle of the hallway. I could taste Mickey on Hunter, beyond his usual tastes of salt and something distinctly him. The faintest trace of Mickey's cologne still radiating off of Hunter. Knowing they had just been fucking and tasting the evidence had me only getting hotter, groaning into Hunter's mouth as his hands slid all over my body.

"God, you're a hot little thing."

Hunter's obsession made his fingers dig in just a bit harder. He pulled at me with a roughness I loved, far less concerned about my well-being than the other guys, again in a shockingly freeing way. I didn't know what to make of it, but his rough, callused guitar hands tugging at my shorts and tightly grabbing my ass had me growing unbearably hot and needy for him.

Before I could fully track what was happening, Hunter pulled me into one of the bedrooms, yet to be used or claimed, and shut and locked the door behind me, quickly answering my question of whether others were invited.

He tossed me onto the bed with a wild look in his eyes, yet a surprisingly vulnerable grin on his face, as if he was pleasantly surprised to see me. As if he was truly seeing me for the first time.

"You're something else, Aria."

His words washed over me in the tone he intended, surprising affection. I was ready to hit back with some type of quick rebuttal, but the words were lost on my tongue at the look in his eyes. His blue eyes burned so bright, in a way I had never seen, as they traced my body without remorse, tracking over my breasts and hips, still covered by my pajamas, and my face in turn, lips and eyes, every piece of me seeming to have him interested anew as he just hovered standing at the edge of the bed. It made me even more desperate and hot, my pussy no doubt dripping through the thin cotton material and making a mess.

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The next morning I woke in Tom's arms as I usually did. I couldn't imagine not sleeping with his heat next to me at this point; the bus had conditioned me to us always touching. I loved it.

I spent the morning talking over business stuff with Katie, plotting my next moves after tour was over and I hopefully had that big-ass contract signed with Olympus Records. I knew Katie and my lawyers were already in negotiations with them. We were getting so close.

I kept flitting my eyes from the laptop screen with Katie's Zoom to the guys sitting around the pool, shirtless in all their masculine glory.

Somehow the million-dollar contract we were discussing didn't feel like the luckiest part of this summer.

After a far too delicious lunch of grilled meats and veggies Tom and Luke had whipped up on the grill, I passed out in the fluffy cloud bed Tom and I had claimed as ours.

I woke sometime around four p.m., finding my bed empty, which was a surprise given any of the guys could have easily flopped in to join me at this point. The smell of the beach washed over me, the salt still in my hair from the beach earlier and fluffy white comforter enveloping me in the air-conditioned heaven.

After scrolling on TikTok and responding to a few comments, I forced myself out of the perfect fluffy cloud of a bed to find water and the guys. My heart fluttered thinking of running into really any of them. Well, besides Tom. Mickey especially was raising my blood pressure those days. I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not.

I stretched my hands above my head as I sat up. Twinges in my back cracked out as I felt the delicious soreness between my legs. Not only was my pussy feeling it, but the muscles in my inner thighs were burning as if I had been riding a horse.

Looking in the massive bedroom mirror before padding out to the guys, I took in my reflection. My hair was a mess, small mascara smudge under my eyes. My lips were pink and puffy, looking almost as though I had had lip fillers or something. A flush graced my increasingly tan skin.

Hickeys and little marks rained down from my jaw to the neckline of the wife-beater I was wearing. Like the shirt, I had no idea whose marks they were at this point.

A smile of disbelief had me giggling, my rumpled form somehow looking more profoundly sexual than I had felt in the skimpiest stage outfit or best makeup ever.

My bare feet were silent on the hardwood floors, perfectly cool on my eternally sweating body. As I turned around the hallway to the living room, I saw the guys sitting around the pool outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Tom's tan skin and sun-bleached body hair had me smiling and regretting not showering before coming out. No way my mess of a self wasn't a bit of a disaster overall.

I caught Hunter's eye, taking me in from behind his sunglasses as I watched Tom. In their usually wordless telepathic communication style, Hunter's attention immediately brought Mickey's.

Hunter looked surprisingly natural draped across the pool chair, his light skin and hair seeming to radiate in the sun, full Twilight skin of a killer style. He looked like a God. Or devil.

I saw Mickey's lips moving, not hearing a word as Hunter nodded in response, the perfectly devilish smirk gracing his classical features. But whatever was said had them both hopping out of their chairs and walking around the pool toward me.

"Give her the spit roast of her dreams,"

Luke yelled loud enough from the pool for me to hear and Tom to wake up, grinning sleepily as he took in the scene in front of him.

Hunter and Mickey hilariously, somehow unironically did some bro-ed out fist bump as they finally got back into the living room.

The tension hanging in the air crackled and popped in a way my skin could almost feel. Bubbles popping, just like the veins in my pussy were starting to. Hunter and Mickey just stood staring from the other side of the room, my feet somehow frozen in place.

"How was your nap?"

Hunter finally broke the silence, only adding to the heady buzz in the room.

"Good. How was the pool?"

My tone was breathless and distracted, taking in their near-nude forms with their short shorts. Who knew why we were still using swimsuits at that point.

I couldn't tell you what took over me, but suddenly seeing the glint in their eyes, I turned and ran. My bare feet padded at a running pace out of the living room and down the long hallway of bedrooms, the loud pounding of four large wet feet following me.

I squealed as Mickey caught me, just as I got to their bedroom, giggles overtaking me as he easily lifted me off the ground and carried me to his bed.

I landed on my back on the bed, already breathless. Mickey and Hunter stood over the side of the bed looking down at me with hunger in their eyes. Any giggles were suddenly gone, my insides twisted and pussy quickly flooded.

"Mouth,"

Hunter called, as if calling shotgun.

"Thank God, I need that pussy."

Mickey's tone was strained and singular in focus, his eyes eating me up.

They made quick work of my clothes until I was spread out in the exact same position, waiting desperately for them to pounce on me. But they apparently decided they wanted to slow it down, tease me out of my senses.

Hunter plopped down lying next to me, his lips meeting mine in a breathless yet slow and comforting kiss, as if pulling me back into the dream state of my nap. Mickey meanwhile stole much of my attention by positioning himself to be cozy with his head between my thighs.

"God, you're beautiful."

Mickey's perfect singer voice was unusually gravelly, seemingly speaking to himself. He softly spread my pussy to get a full look.

If we hadn't already spent weeks together nearly nude and incredibly sweaty, I might have been self-conscious. But Mickey left no room for interpretation in his actions, his lips finally softly kissing my clit with a deep moan that had me gasping against Hunter's mouth. They were both barely even starting to touch me and I was already vibrating against them, practically falling apart with the need for more.

"Mickey,"

I moaned desperately against Hunter's unrelenting mouth. Mickey was barely starting to play with my clit, tracing it in light circles with his tongue that he knew wouldn't let me get to the edge. He wanted to play with me, aggravate me.

Something about Mickey always felt that way, as if both my perfect mirror and personal tormentor. That pleading insatiable need before the orgasm. The sting of a light sunburn.

And out of every pairing of the four guys, Mickey and Hunter had to be the most overwhelming and in sync. They perfectly operated as if somehow just one body, one mind. Mickey's tongue teasing my clit as Hunter's traced my bottom lip. Hunter's pull of my nipple with his perfect callused guitar player fingers in time with Mickey's panting moans against me.

The teasing slowly yet blessedly quickly rose to Hunter dominating my mouth with breathless kisses while Mickey made quick work of my pussy, finally sucking on my clit and putting two fingers inside me to push me over the edge the exact moment he wanted. Hunter pulled away from our kiss just in time to lock eyes with me as I fell apart. My face contorted in the burning lust, his perfect blue eyes flared at me as if lit by a fire. It was as if he somehow telepathically pulsed each wave of the orgasm through my body, Mickey's tongue in perfect time.

These two were an experience.

Barely conscious as the orgasm slowly faded, Mickey continued to make leisurely work of my clit with his tongue. Hunter kissed me lightly again, the soft press of his lips grounding me back to reality, my body limp against them. The usual prick of sweat across my upper lip kept me grounded as the very overwhelming dance of sex with these two was beginning.

After a few minutes of them both making out with my two sets of lips, Mickey raised his head to wordlessly speak with Hunter. Mickey finally took his fingers out of my pussy and raised them up to Hunter's lips, my wetness dripping from his large hand before Hunter sucked eagerly, his tongue swirling his lover's fingers in heady desperation to capture all of me off of Mickey's fingers. I swallowed hard, my pussy suddenly desperate to come again, last orgasm not nearly enough.

Following more wordless communication between them, I was suddenly being slid ninety degrees by Hunter, now on his feet next to the side of the bed. His hands moved to my sweaty and stubbly pits, making me squeal in a ticklish giggle, snapping me out of any post-orgasm sluggishness. He pulled me until my head was barely hanging off the side of the bed, their plan suddenly clear to me.

I swallowed in slightly nervous yet desperately needy anticipation. I had never taken Hunter like this before, such easy access to the depths of my mouth. I trusted him deeply by now, but I worried whether I would be able to take him as deep as he wanted. Those thoughts couldn't fully materialize before Hunter was kneeling to kiss me Spider-Man style, his tongue tracing my bottom lip, a sigh racking through both of our bodies, the connection only building delicious anticipation.

"You've got this, love."

His British accent washed over me like a spell, relaxing every muscle and making me pulse everywhere with need.

A newly nude Mickey came over to Hunter as he stood, their lips connecting fiercely and familiarly. Seeing them together wrung a desperate cry from my lips as my hips started moving of their own accord, searching for something, anything to touch me and fill me.

"You getting yourself wet for me?"

Mickey's voice spiked the nerves in my clit from feet away from my pussy. Both men's attention was back on me, their eyes tracing hungrily down my naked body, lying splayed out for the rock gods.

Hunter shucked his boxer briefs finally, both their cocks now standing proud on their perfectly crafted forms.

Something about Mickey and Hunter always looked like two parts of a whole.

Not quite like brothers, more like the perfectly opposite mirrors of each other.

Couldn't imagine one without the other now, despite my many years of relationship with Mickey prior to meeting Hunter.

But now that I knew Hunter, I could see him in every facet of Mickey, in ways I couldn't have known before.

The little half smile they both wore.

The way he gripped the head of his cock extra hard when his eyes hit my breasts, perfectly mirrored by Hunter.

Their songwriting.

Their auras felt the same color, different accents and unique quirks, but critically the same, twin flames.

Mickey climbed onto the bed to climb over me, his lips finally capturing mine in our first searing kiss of the encounter.

"Your pussy is heaven to eat, love."

The way he said love almost sounded like it was coming from Hunter's perfect mouth.

It was starting to almost feel trippy the way they melded together just so, the boundaries of self between the two men seeming impossible to find to the outside observer.

And it made my pussy pulse helplessly.

The heat of Mickey's body on mine was blazing, he ran the hottest out of all the guys.

His skin felt like a heating pad, a blaze of hot sun radiating down on me.

Mickey was like the sun in that way, radiating and shining so brightly you can't help but feel the glow.

The old school radiator during a cold winter.

My legs eagerly wrapped around his torso, trying to bring him inside me as his cock pressed against my pussy and clit deliciously.

Mickey easily glided from all my wetness as he started to lightly thrust, so close to where I wanted him.

Hunter's strong and perfectly rough hands suddenly gripped the sides of my head, turning my head back to gaze at him upside down.

Mickey continued to tease me with his cock, making me squirm desperately.

It felt so good I couldn't bring myself to stop it to slide Mickey inside of me.

Hunter directed his cock to my lips, the other hand behind my head to support me as his head left drops of precome on my lips.

I was desperate to taste him.

He thrust into my mouth, clearly just as needy as I was.

Mickey matched him perfectly, thrusting into my needy pussy, sliding home.

They immediately started working me just on the edge of what I could handle.

Mick angled just perfectly to hit that perfect spot inside of me, making every cell feel needier and needier, a storm building and brewing.

Hunter went as deep as he could without making me gag.

I couldn't get enough of his salty taste.

All the guys tasted different, but Hunter was particularly salty, less musky, more acidic. I was obsessed.

Their hands were everywhere.

I was never going to get used to this part of group sex, it felt like they were entirely consuming me.

Hands on my breasts, my clit, my ass, into my hair, pinching my nipple.

I couldn't make sense of who was where and I didn't care.

I just released into the waves they were offering me, coming around Mick, gripping him impossibly tight.

"God she's coming,"

Mick's throaty low voice growled over my back to Hunter. Hunter's responding growl/moan sent shivers down my spine.

"Don't come, we're making her come again,"

Hunter demanded.

"Fuck, easier said than done."

I could tell Mick was barely hanging on, his cock feeling thicker and somehow even harder inside me, about to burst.

After I finished coming and some telepathy occurred between them, I was flipped onto my back, Hunter taking Mick's place. Mick offered his cock. I went to suck him embarrassingly enthusiastically but he and Hunter just moaned their approval.

They were off to the races fucking me again, Mick thrusting more shallowly than Hunter but I could tell it wouldn't take him much.

Hunter was working me the way only he could with that cobra of a cock between his legs. I felt so puffy down there, taking his every savage thrust with thoughtless desire. A quick, heady second burst of orgasms wrapped me tighter around Hunter's cock, eliciting the hottest moan from his love drunk lips.

I reached up to cup Mick's heavy balls, eliciting a fierce, surprised "Fuck"

from him, as he came deep in my mouth.

I swallowed best I could, some come escaping down my chin, the sight sending Hunter over the edge too, cursing like a sailor as he unloaded deep within me, while I was still working to swallow Mick, who was still coming in my mouth.

It took Mick a solid minute after he finally finished coming to pull his cock from my mouth, still 90% hard.

Hunter too seemed rendered immobile by the orgasms that had just run through us. Mick ran a thumb across my chin, collecting his come and feeding it back to me. I sucked his thumb playfully.

"Jesus, you have to stop doing that Aria or we are going to start all over again."

Hunter threatened, his cock flexing inside of me.

"What's the harm in that?"

I smiled up, pulling him down for a kiss so he could taste Mick's come on me, clean up the rest of what I'd missed on my chin and neck.

I brought my hand up to Mick's cock to start working him again too, their groans piercing down to the bone. And start all over again we did.