Chapter 22
A few nights in and the rental house was getting well worn in.
They were going to have to wash the couch.
Praise the Olympus Records rockstar budget.
It felt like pure luxury to have king beds, massive showers, a pool, and a fully functioning kitchen.
Hunter and Luke had been showing off their legit cooking skills for us.
Hunter's maple French toast was my personal favorite.
Our bus living dynamic, in addition to the sexual parts, translated well into the bigger space.
It felt easy, almost too easy.
Despite the increased space for *activities*, we still largely remained paired up or in trios, with a healthy dose of voyeurism of course.
I also had not been watching the guys fuck nearly as much as I would have hoped.
Mickey and Hunter were always at it like bunny rabbits, but aside from that first day, I hadn't seen Luke with any of the other guys.
Same with Tom.
The thought had me frowning.
"How come I haven't seen either of you fucking any of the guys?"
I inquired at the kitchen table, my filter apparently not functional yet.
All four guys immediately started howling, laughing at my bluntness and likely my horniness.
"What can I say, my love, you're all I could want,"
Tom said, kissing my head and pulling me closer with a little bit of intent.
Luke seemed to at least ponder the question before spitting out an answer, once his laughing stopped.
"I think I like how soft you are,"
Luke said after some consideration.
"Plus I like your fire. These three get boring after a while."
I highly doubted that.
"I have a question then,"
Hunter said, his usual dangerous glint obvious. I couldn't help but quirk up my eyebrow, intentionally being oppositional.
"What?"
I couldn't help but match the little crease around his eyes in an affectionate smile, unable to keep up our usual snarls these days.
"How come I've never seen you take it up the ass?"
Luke nearly spit out his orange juice hearing Hunter's cuttingly blunt question.
I could feel Tom rising protectively behind me, but was immediately put at ease by my laughter at the question.
"Well, probably because I have never taken it 'up the ass,'"
I responded. I guess that was news for all these guys; we had never really talked about it. And ease was the name of the game on the bus. Anal somehow sounded too physically warm for the bus.
"Do you want to?"
Hunter's follow-up felt so genuine, not looking for a particular answer.
I paused briefly to consider, getting passed the eternally lit joint. I took a few puffs, my answer clear from how my pussy was clenching around nothing, my ass suddenly feeling sparks of need and want.
"Yeah, I do,"
I said confidently. No reason to be shy at this point.
The admission hung in the air like a challenge. I watched each of their reactions: Tom's eyes went soft with protective love, Mickey's jaw tightened with barely contained hunger, Luke's grin turned downright wicked, and Hunter's gaze sharpened like a predator scenting prey.
Despite their best efforts to be thoughtful, I felt all four guys shift into wanting mode, watching my movements more intently and fidgeting more, as if wanting to just snatch me up right then and there.
Too bad, I still had bacon to finish.
They politely let me finish, scarfing their food down in moments like uncivilized cavemen. In their defense, tour was exhausting and so physically demanding, we needed all the calories we could get.
"Let's go take a bath in the master,"
Tom near-growled, eyeing the guys in some silent plan brewing between them.
My stomach fluttered with nerves and anticipation. This felt like crossing a line I couldn't uncross. "Okay."
I took his hand, suddenly feeling nervous but trusting him completely.
"You'll have fun,"
Mickey stopped me as I walked past his seat. He pulled my head down to kiss me senseless, and I tasted something fierce and possessive in it, like he was claiming his piece of what was about to happen. The kiss left me a bit dazed with the potential of it all.
Tom drew a warm bath in the massive tub located in the master bedroom. Popping in some complementary natural bubble bath, he pulled me into the soapy field like entering a protective bubble of potential.
"You're going to let me take care of you,"
Tom instructed, knowing exactly what to do.
"I trust you."
And I did trust him. Body, mind, heart and soul.
He began kissing me, slowly at first. His tongue licked up my neck, lips moving across my jaw in needy kisses. It was torturous going slowly, but he did.
Part of me wondered if one of the guys had done this for Tom. The thought made me even more desperate, reaching through the bubbles to find Tom's straining cock.
"Nooo,"
Tom stopped me for the first time in his life.
"I need you,"
I complained.
"Not yet, beautiful. There will be plenty of cock later,"
he soothed.
I couldn't get words out as he kissed me, his hand snaking between my legs as I gripped his shoulders for dear life.
"You're perfect,"
he soothed. He kept me close, working me slowly, not letting me get there yet.
"Do you really want to let us have you there?"
he inquired with so much love I wanted to melt.
"Yes,"
I nodded, needy and very sure.
"Good love, I know we all really want to,"
his honesty flushing my cheeks into a deep blush.
He kept working me between my legs, slowly thrusting two fingers inside me until I flew apart on his hand.
He took the opportunity of my limp, post-orgasm state to reach around my body and begin to touch my ass.
It was far from his first time touching it. It felt so good and made me needy for his cock inside of me.
I groaned into his mouth.
"I want you,"
I demanded.
"Patience, love,"
he pleaded, only slowly beginning to work a fingertip inside my ass.
He began to work me there, first with one finger, then two.
The frothy bubbles hid it from vision, keeping this within our little sanctuary.
My body relaxed under his tender movements.
I trusted him completely, leaning into him, our bodies slipping with the soap and water.
He made me so needy, his warm flesh under my hands, the familiar movement of his muscles.
Once he had gently worked three fingers in, he began working my clit again, pushing me toward a nearly frightening orgasm under the waves of the water.
"Tom,"
I cried out as I flew apart.
His low moan accompanied mine. I could feel how badly he wanted me in his every cell.
"Are you ready?"
he asked as I came back down.
The question carried so much weight. Ready for this? Ready for them? Ready to let go completely?
"You're gonna be my first?"
I asked, meeting his eyes.
"If you'll have me,"
he said, always so gracious, but I caught the possessive edge underneath.
I answered by turning around to meet my back with his chest, reaching to grip the opposite edge of the tub.
"Fuck my ass, Tom,"
I insisted.
I was nervous, but I was ready. The water from the bath was soothing my nerves and leaving me pliable and relaxed, just like he wanted me.
His lips began working my neck, hands wrapping around to work my nipples. I could feel his pounding length against my ass, too pressed against me to be near thrusting inside.
"I want you. I am ready,"
I insisted.
"Give me your pussy first."
I felt him grabbing his cock behind me.
"Yes."
He was quickly thrusting inside of me, the familiar stretch.
Part of me was very concerned that that same length would be in my ass. I was not confident that it would fit. Why couldn't one of these rockstars be less well-endowed to make this first time easier?
His cock was pounding, rock hard inside me, moving with a deep need. He worked my clit perfectly, as he always did, leading me to burst apart around his cock.
He didn't let me finish coming before pulling out and lining his cock up with my ass, getting the head in with my body so pliable.
"God,"
a deep moan escaped my chest, feeling him finally enter my ass.
He paused.
"You okay, love?"
"Yes, God, just move."
I couldn't think, just needed more.
He finally thrust all the way home, his back becoming flush with my front, my ass fully seated against his hips.
His massive drummer paws moved up to my face to turn it back toward him, kissing me breathless. I could feel every cell of his cock inside of me. He was so big, I was entirely stretched around him.
But somehow, it felt amazing.
I felt so open.
It somehow felt like all the nerves in my ass were linked up with my clit, everything tingling and pulsing as one deep spiraling mess.
I was a new woman.
He moved slowly, the bubble bath easing his way. He played with my clit in time with his every move. I could feel him stopping anytime I tensed slightly, despite my urgings to continue, making sure I didn't feel a moment of pain. The stretch was intense but he made every moment feel impossibly good.
Soon enough we were fucking hedonistically, the bubble bath making waves over the edge. The audible slap of water combining with our connecting flesh.
My orgasm triggered his, my ass gripping him like a vise.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Tom wasn't usually the type to lose all ability to form sentences, but my ass apparently rendered him wordless and wild.
He stayed inside of me as we caught our breath.
"I love you,"
he said fiercely into my neck, pulling my back flush with him. His hands wrapped around to hold my breasts, soft murmurs into my hair, a last few, mostly hard thrusts for good measure until he finally slid out on a stream of come into the bubble bath.
"I love you."
I turned around to kiss him.
"Are you okay?"
he inquired softly, light concern gracing his tone.
"That was a lot."
"I'm perfect."
I meant it. I felt just the right amount of floaty, heady from the orgasm.
"Did I hurt you at all? Are you sore?"
he insisted.
"God, love, no."
I searched his eyes, so filled with love and reverence.
"I am fine, all soft from the water. If anything, I want more."
I felt insatiable, but I was. I wanted to feel so wholly consumed again, so totally used up. The dirty pleasure of it.
"You're sure?"
His smile started to grow from warm concern to slowly boiling desire.
"Yes,"
I smiled back.
"But weed and water break first,"
he insisted, suddenly attuning me to the fact I was desperately thirsty.
He pulled me out of the bath and wrapped me in a massive fluffy towel, kissing me breathless again.
The guys were waiting for us in the living room, chatting in their boxers. Their eyes were all immediately on me, taking in our forms.
"Well?"
Luke asked, prompting for details.
"Weed and water, maybe a snack,"
Tom instructed the guys.
They were in motion immediately. Hunter whipped me up a fancy-ass grilled sandwich with arugula, goat cheese and bacon, his movements precise and efficient like everything he did. Luke handed me a soda and water bottle from the fridge with his usual easy grin. Mick came around to my other side, kissing my cheek and leaving his hand possessively on my lower back, unable to stop touching me.
I felt very pampered.
"Did you two have fun?"
Mick pried.
I smiled at his needy, jealous expression, the way his eyes searched mine.
"We did,"
I replied honestly, pulling him down to kiss me fully, putting all my feeling into it.
"Ehh, stop,"
Luke chastised with his trademark protective big brother energy.
"None of that yet."
Mickey grumbled against my lips but pulled back, moving behind my seat at the counter to wrap his arms around me. For a second I let myself lean into how it always felt with Mickey; the ways I've loved him and wanted him, how simple it is for it to be just us, our physical contact so easy yet desperate for more.
"Drink,"
Tom bossed, placing the water bottle in my hand.
I was fed and rehydrated, the little kick of caffeine from the soda leaving me feeling feisty. Hunter's cooking left me spoiled as always.
"Well, alright then,"
Luke said when I finished my last bite.
"Down to business,"
Hunter said in a low rumble, snatching me from my chair with an arm around my waist, the other guiding my legs around his waist. Always the one to take charge, to claim what he wanted.
I squealed and giggled. Good lord.
"I am jealous,"
Hunter whispered into my ear.
"Of what?"
I whispered back, the guys following us into the bedroom.
"I wanted to be the first one to take your ass."
He flopped me onto the bed, making the declaration plenty loud for all the guys to hear.
"Boyfriend privileges,"
Tom smiled, but I caught the little glint of competitiveness in his eye—rare for him, but apparently my ass brought out his possessive side.
"Don't make me stop this whole thing for you two to kiss and make up,"
I mocked them playfully.
The low murmurs of discontent that triggered from all of them got us back on track.
"You can be the second,"
I said to Hunter as he climbed on top of me.
"Oh, I am gonna be, love,"
he said it with such certainty, his British tilt making him all the more authoritative.
The other guys had lost their boxers and were joining us on the bed, starting to move their hands everywhere. Hunter lined up with my pussy and thrust, already nice and warmed up from my time in the bath with Tom.
Hunter was being extra needy, keeping my body flush with his, touching me with an added reverence. He didn't thrust for long before pulling out to pull me onto my hands and knees. Pausing to ask.
"How many of us do you want at once, love?"
The question snaked directly to my clit. I saw them all there around the bed, naked, hard, and wanting me.
I had to freeze for a second. The four most successful rockstars of the decade were currently naked. Desperate for me. Their expressions ranged from adoration (Tom), to hungry (Mick), to straight up feral (Hunter). Luke was some tortured mix of the three.
The question hung in the air, the air feeling too thick to speak.
"All of you,"
I finally said, voice barely breaking as I did.
We all panted, continuing to stare, until, simultaneously, they snapped. In perfect unison, they dove for me.
Luke started eating me out while Mick moved his fingers on my ass, some lube somehow appearing. They were prepared.
Mick was up offering me his cock to suck on, hands in my hair. Tom was working my breasts, bringing my hand to his cock, already rock solid again.
After I had come twice under their skilled attention, the guys began looking between themselves. There was something so otherworldly about their connection. All the music, and fucking, operating as a group for so many years. Each of their individual relationships developed and dynamic, as well as their group energy.
And oh lord was I seeing how it translated to the bedroom.
Nothing had to be said for them to know exactly what to do.
"Come here, shortcake."
Luke laid on his back, ushering me over to ride him.
I worked myself down his length slowly, enjoying the tortured expressions of Tom, Mick and Hunter. They looked like they were one ounce of self-control away from going full ape man and thrusting into me anywhere they could, watching me drop onto their friend's cock.
Mick was next, heading to the head of the bed to offer me his length. He tasted good as he always did. I could feel him pulsing already, leaking precome across my tongue. Luke began to barely thrust, as if he couldn't help just a little.
Hunter was next.
"Do your best to relax, love,"
he instructed, running his hands down my back and pushing two lubed-up fingers in my asshole. I still felt open from earlier, needy, wanting him.
I couldn't do anything but moan onto Mick's cock, Luke thrusting more and more.
Soon Hunter's cock was there, letting Luke's thrusts move my ass back onto his cock. The head breached my ring of muscles.
He thrust fully in one fluid movement, riding on the lube and Tom's come.
He leaned over, to bring our bodies as flush as possible. He, Luke and I were almost completely pressed together, trapping me in the best way. I continued to suck Mick's cock, Hunter slowly but surely starting to thrust deeply in my ass.
His moans were animalistic. The lion and the lamb.
I felt Tom's hands on me. No doubt he was stroking his cock, waiting for a turn.
We were fucking at increasingly desperate paces. The three were in perfect sync, thrusts timed perfectly.
I came at some point, though really the whole thing felt right on that ledge. Mick was the first one to follow, emptying his balls into my mouth and down my throat, leaving me breathless while the other two somehow got wilder.
Finally able to speak, I moaned "God, please"
as I came again.
Hunter and Luke both followed me this time, unloading in hot gushes inside of me. Before I could fully come down, Tom put his cock in my mouth. Only a few deep thrusts later and he was coming in my mouth too, the remnants of him and Mick mixing on my chin.
Hunter couldn't quite stop thrusting. He had long since unloaded fully inside of me, but his hips kept pushing in and out, never satisfied enough.
Mick was the first to start the clean-up process. He scooped me off of Luke's cock once Hunter had pulled out, carrying me into the shower.
Luckily there was a shower bench to sit on, because I was not sure I could stand at the moment.
Tom followed us into the shower, kissing me and keeping his hands on me.
"You were perfect."
"You're so beautiful."
They crooned.
I smiled into Mick's chest, letting the water wash away the remnants.
My massive yawn inspired some low chuckles and instructed the next course of action.
They got me into a sweatshirt and boxer briefs, carrying me into the other bedroom, both Tom and Mick joining me. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.