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Bright lights flashed, shades of purple and green cutting through the fog hanging heavy throughout the venue. The thumping bass line was so loud you could feel it reverberating through your entire body. You swayed to the beat, bobbing your head and smiling as your boyfriend's hands wandered over your hips, his warm body pressed to yours.
“What do you think?” Sam practically had to shout into your ear to be heard over the music.
“He’s incredible! I can see why he was gone on tour for so long!” You leaned your head back so you could yell back but kept your eyes glued to the man on the main stage.
There, up on stage was a tall, slender man with raven hair, so dark it had an almost purple sheen in the lights. He was dressed in all black, and every inch of exposed skin was covered with tattoos that you knew covered his entire body thanks to the tantalizing photo shoot he had done a few months back. He was known throughout most of the Republic as the up and coming DJ sensation, Night Rider.
Imagine your shock and surprise when Sam told you that Sebastian was his best friend growing up in the valley after he found you jamming to his latest release doing the dishes one night. Apparently the two men still texted almost daily, Sebastian keeping Sam entertained with all of the crazy stories that came from being on a three month tour. Sam always laughed, saying that as much as Seb loved producing his music he was really the last person that should have become famous because he was a chronic introvert.
Sam had surprised you with VIP tickets for the final show in Zuzu for your birthday earlier that week, courtesy of Sebastian of course. Since then you had spent the week with butterflies fluttering in your belly every time you thought about the fact that you and Sam were going to get to go backstage and meet up with Sebastian after the show. You would never admit it to Sam, but you had been nursing the biggest crush on Night Rider since you started listening to his music years ago, even before you had met Sam. You couldn’t begin to count the amount of times your wayward thoughts had conjured the renowned DJ, inserting him into fantasy after fantasy, each one filthier than the last.
You sipped on your mixed drink, needing some liquid courage before it was time to head backstage, hoping against hope that you wouldn’t make an absolute fool of yourself. Sam insisted Sebastian was super chill and laughed at you every time you tried to bring up how nervous you were to meet him. He kept insisting that you didn’t need to worry, Sebastian was going to just love you. Whatever that was supposed to mean. You were really hoping he wasn’t just trying to be nice.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, babe.” Sam kissed your cheek, squeezing on your ass as he did so.
You almost cringed with the guilt running through you, here you were practically salivating over Sebastian when you had the most wonderful, perfectly sweet man in your life already. You swore to yourself, when you got home tonight you were throwing out the magazine with the expanded spread of Sebastian lounging against a motorcycle with only a helmet and fingerless gloves. You would get through this backstage meeting, allow yourself a moment to fan girl over him, and then absolve yourself of this silly crush. Especially since you and Sam were getting more and more serious, it seemed likely that you would have to put up with seeing Sebastian in the future. And a silly schoolgirl crush would not be healthy or end well for anyone.
“C’mon.” Sam spun you around and smacked a kiss to your lips. “This is the last song of his set. We’ll go wait for him backstage.”
Sam grabbed your clammy hand and started pushing his way through the jumping crowd, keeping you tucked tightly against him, trying to keep you from getting bumped or jostled too much. Butterflies swooped in your belly, twisting and tumbling over themselves drunk on the rum and colas you had been nervously sipping on. Weaving through the crowd, Sam led you towards the side of the stage, where there was a roped off door with two large bald men standing in front. Sam walked right up to them, holding his fist out to the taller man on the right.
“Bruce! Whaddup, man?”
“Sammy!” The bouncer laughed as he and Sam ran through an increasingly bizarre and complex handshake. You watched, open mouthed as they went through their well rehearsed shenanigans that ended with the two jumping around and bumping hips before shooting finger guns at each other. “Long time no see, Sammy! Did you wanna wait backstage or just head to the bus tonight?”
Sam stepped back and grabbed your hand once again, looking over and meeting your eyes. “It’s up to this beautiful lady tonight. What do you wanna do, birthday girl?” He asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.
You couldn’t stop the blush that spread over your face at his antics while the question tumbled around in your head. As fun as backstage sounded, you had never been on a tour bus and if you were being honest, you were nosy as hell and wanted to poke around where Sebastian had been spending the last few months on the road. Yoba damn you, but you were going to indulge yourself for one night then never again.
“I wouldn’t mind just heading to the bus.” You answer shyly.
Bruce stepped forward, gesturing ahead of himself with a broad sweep of his beefy arm. “As the lady wishes, right this way you two.” The large bouncer led you both outside and down the small alley that ran along the side of the venue. Before long he stepped into a large lot with one large bus and several other RVs and trailers parked inside. Walking over to the bus, Bruce unlocked the door with a key he produced from his pocket and gestured inside. “Probably hasn’t changed since you were last in there Sam. I’ll let Seb know you’re waiting in here so he doesn’t go looking for you.”
“Thanks Bruce, ‘preciate it, man.” Sam nudged you up the stairs ahead of himself, giving Bruce one last wave as the door closed behind Sam. Hesitating at the top of the steps, you looked back at Sam helplessly, slightly overwhelmed now that you were actually on THE Night Rider’s tour bus. Your boyfriend just shook his head, chuckling as he moved in front of you and led the way further back into the bus. There was a keyboard tossed on one couch, half covered with a black hoodie and frog print blanket.
The interior of the bus actually smelled good, the heady scent of amber and vanilla mixed with the faintest hint of weed filling your nose as you followed Sam down the small aisle. You let out a nervous giggle as Sam pushed everything off to one side and flopped down onto the brown leather sofa, patting his leg and looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.
“C’mere, baby.” He tugged on your hand as you offered a token resistance, before ultimately allowing him to pull you into his lap. Straddling him, you looked down into the bright blue eyes you loved so much, seeing the same adoration reflected back at you. One of his hands moved up and tenderly cupped your jaw. “You know what that blush does to me, angel.” He murmured, his thumb sweeping over the silky expanse of your cheek.
At his words, you could feel the heat in your face intensifying and tried to turn your head, but his hand held you in place, forcing you to maintain eye contact, allowing you to see every ounce of hunger and devious ideas that were swirling in his brain. Before you could object he pulled you down and crashed into your lips, stealing the breath from your lungs. You relaxed into the kiss for a moment, allowing Sam to coax your lips apart and lick into your mouth, humming at the salty tang of the tequila sodas he had been drinking earlier.
His hands roamed down your back, cupping your ass and pulling you closer, dragging your core over his rapidly hardening cock. The jolt of pleasure from the friction of his jeans rubbing over your sensitive clit had you pushing back with a gasp.
“Sam! Knock it off, we can’t do that right now!” you whined, hiding your face in his neck, trying to calm your furious heartbeat. Your face was on fire from the intensity of your blush, but you couldn’t deny the thrill that came from kissing Sam.
“C’mon, angel. Kiss me.”
“No Sam!” You pushed on his chest, trying to keep his way too distracting lips away from her. “We’re not in your room back home, someone could walk in on us.” You hissed at him. Your attempt to sound stern just came out breathless as he continued to rock your body over his erection, hitting that spot perfectly with every movement.
“Ack, Seb won’t be back for ages yet. He’s got all sorts of stuff to wrap up post show. Besides—” He bucked his hips up impatiently. “—this isn’t gonna take care of itself, ya know?”
You panted, inadvertently grinding back down on him, the sensation sending white hot pleasure zinging through your bloodstream. Fuck, he had made a compelling argument. And maybe if Sam got you off you would be better able to resist swooning when you met Sebastian. Surely if you were freshly fucked, you wouldn’t be gagging for more from Sam’s best friend?
“Don’t make me regret this.” You snark at him.
“Scout’s honor.” He held up his hand, fingers split in the middle making a gesture that was most definitely not the scout’s salute, but close enough you supposed.
“Fine, but make it fast, okay?”
Sam’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store and no budget. He immediately began nudging you back, his hands going for his belt buckle, undoing it and shimmying his jeans down just enough so that his nice, long cock popped free. Swinging up and smacking against his lower stomach, the tip already flushed red and weeping pre-cum.
Once his dick was free, Sam was reaching back up for you, re-situating you on his lap as his hands wandered up your bare torso, slipping underneath the lime green bralette you wore and cupping your breasts. Your head fell back as you released a breathy moan, Sam’s nimble fingers, calloused from hours of strumming his guitar, felt absolutely heavenly on your skin.
“Yesss. Oh-h fuck— that feels good, babe.”
You rolled your hips, rocking against his cock as he continued to play with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers, each movement adding to the heat growing in your core, your panties quickly growing damp with his clever ministrations. Leaning in, Sam sucked one pebbled nipple into his mouth, the feeling of the wet lace barrier between your nipple and his mouth making for the most exquisite torment.
Your hands found his head, fingers weaving into his unruly blonde strands, holding him in place as you luxuriated in the feel of his mouth. Time lost all meaning, all of your focus narrowing to the sensation of his tongue as it circled the taut bud of your nipple. His hands never stopped moving, roving over your body, slipping underneath your skirt and between your legs, fingers teasingly trailing over the soaked silk of your thong.
“Don’t tease me, Sammy.” You whined.
“Shh, I’ll take care of you angel.” He murmured from where his lips were still sealed around your nipple, the vibrations making your stomach swoop.
Thankfully he didn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, apparently as worked up as you were, as he hooked two fingers into your panties and pulled them to the side. Moments later the fat head of his cock was swiping through the lips of your pussy, wetting himself with your slick before he lined up with your entrance. Wasting no time, he bucked his hips up as his hands pulled down, bottoming out in one stroke. There was no easing you into it, only the white hot zing of pain as he bullied his way into the depths of your cunt. The breath was driven from your lungs with the force, a strangled cry ripping from your throat as your head fell back.
“Ahh, fuck, you feel incredible.” Sam grunted as he thrust into you again, urging your hips to follow along. “Be a good girl and ride me, baby.”
You were helpless to do anything other than follow his command, sliding up and down his dick, reveling in the ache as your walls stretched to accommodate his length. Sam switched his attention to your other nipple, laving over the lace and nipping at the taut bud. You whimpered as your head spun.
“That’s it.” Sam encouraged, his hands kneading up your thighs, sliding underneath your little skirt, and skating over the globes of your cheeks, fingers inching dangerously close to the puckered ring of your ass.
You whimpered again, knowing you weren't going to last long if he decided to play with you there. Still, you maintained the steady rhythm of your hips, like the good girl you were, pleased with the little gasps and grunts that were falling from Sam’s mouth every time you bottomed out. The smell of cigarette smoke floating through the air had your eyes opening as your nose wrinkled. You looked down at Sam, noting the odd wide eyed look on his face as he looked at something over your shoulder.
“Don’t stop on my account, Samson.” A dark, raspy voice floated out through the darkness.
You froze, slamming down on Sam’s lap, your heart jumping out of your chest as you felt Sam’s cock jump from where it was buried in your pussy.
“Hiya Seb. You finished up fast tonight.”
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. Embarrassment was crawling up your throat, choking you, while a devious voice deep, deep within your mind couldn’t help but wonder if Sebastian was enjoying the sight of you impaled on his best friend’s cock. With a shake of your head, you quickly shut that voice down, knowing that the other man was likely horrified by what he walked in on, not turned on.
“You would know about finishing fast, wouldn’t you, Samson?” There was a pause, a deep inhale then Sebastian continued. “I was expecting you to be in the dressing room, not out here.”
Incredulously, you fixed your eyes on your boyfriend, who was apparently cool having a whole ass conversation with his best friend whilst being balls deep inside of your cunt. You still couldn’t bring yourself to move, knowing that you somehow needed to get off of Sam’s dick without flashing yourself to Sebastian, desperate to maintain at least a little dignity tonight. Sam ignored your pointed look, still looking over your shoulder at his best friend.
“Well, you know how crazy it gets backstage. I figured I’d bring my girl out here and we would just relax while we waited, y’know?”
Your skirt was pooled around them, hiding the fact that you were currently impaled on Sam’s length from view, but you were sure Sebastian could at least guess what was going on underneath. It took everything in you not to yelp as Sam suddenly readjusted, grinding you down on his dick as he stretched out his legs, looking nonchalant as can be.
“Yeah, made yourself right at home like you usually do, I see.” Sebastian’s voice was delicious, the rumbled undertones sending a shiver down your spine. Yoba it wasn’t fair, why couldn’t he sound nasally or have a lisp or something unattractive? No, instead he had to make every word sound like he was live reading for some of the audio porn scenes you tended to favor. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me, Samson?”
Even you could feel the challenge dripping from that question and you dropped your head onto Sam’s shoulder with a little squeak, still trying to figure out how the hell you were going to look Sebastian in the eyes after this. One of Sam’s hands petted down your back soothingly.
“My girl is a little…” Sam hesitated for a moment before continuing. “...shy. Your biggest fan is just a little overwhelmed at the moment, if I’m being honest.”
If you hadn’t put your head down and squeezed your eyes shut in mortification you would have been able to see the wicked, taunting grin that Sam threw over your shoulder at Sebastian as his hand wandered lower, passing over your skirt, smoothing over the globes of your ass, pulling you a little closer, his dick twitching from where it was still buried inside your core. Before you could respond and defend your own honor, you felt heat at your back, the scent of cigarettes growing stronger.
“Mmm, is that right? Maybe this will help everyone relax then.” Sebastian’s deep voice sounded right by your ear, causing another shiver to roll over your body, your pussy clenching needily around Sam’s cock. Your head shot up and your eyes opened just in time to watch as Sebastian held a rolled blunt up to Sam’s mouth, lighter at the ready, as Sam took in a large inhale. Sebastian was standing against your back, his arms around you as he held the blunt in place, caging you between the two men.
A tingling sensation spread out across your skin, sparking from every inch where Sebastian’s body was pressed against yours. Your greedy eyes took him in, tracing over his features that you had only admired from the pages of a magazine and various tabloid photos. His hair was raven-dark with almost a purple sheen, thanks to the LED lighting that ran above them. The side closest to your face was shaved short, creeping tendrils of ink radiating up his throat and disappearing into the hairline behind his ear. The rest of his hair fell across his other eye, thick, slightly curling strands that were the perfect length for you to bury your fingers into. The silver hoops in his right eyebrow glinted in the light as those dark grey eyes were laser focused on Sam’s mouth as his lips wrapped around the blunt and inhaled.
Your heart rate skyrocketed, you were almost positive you might be having a heart attack at this point. Sam blew the smoke out in your face, the musky scent mixing with the scent of the cigarette Sebastian must have stubbed out before walking over. A hand with long slender fingers covered in various black and silver rings held the blunt up to your mouth, hovering just a few inches away. You took a deep breath and gathered up the courage to turn your head, meeting the intensely hungry grey eyes of Sebastian.
“Take a hit, pretty girl.” His lips curved up into a feral smile. “It won’t bite.”
The walls of your pussy fluttered at the gravel of his voice and the way he made the words pretty girl sound like the filthiest thing you had ever heard. You could faintly make out Sam chuckling but it sounded like you were underwater as you were currently drowning in Sebastian’s grey eyes. Hesitantly you leaned forward, carefully placing your lips on the blunt and taking a decent sized inhale, pulling back and holding the smoke in your lungs before exhaling it out, barely managing to hold back a cough.
“That’s a good girl.” Sebastian’s dark voice praised as Sam’s hands tightened on your hips.
You watched, entranced, as the dark haired man brought the blunt to his own mouth and took a hit, his chest expanding on the inhale, drawing your gaze down, noting his half undone black button up, black tattoos scattered haphazardly over every inch of exposed skin. Your mouth watered, the urge to trace your tongue over the inked designs nearly enough to make your eyes cross. A hand cupped your cheek, startling you from your heated perusal. Sam’s blue eyes stared up at you, a question lurking in the depths that you weren't sure you were ready to answer.
One golden eyebrow tipped up, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and you knew, you knew, that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to be the death of you. “Kiss him, angel.” He threw down the challenge, excitement brewing in his blue eyes. “I know you want to. I can feel you dripping around me with how badly you want him.”
Whatever you had been expecting to come from Sam’s mouth couldn’t compare to actually hearing those words fall from his lips.
“Sam?!” Your voice came out hoarse, yet somehow also high pitched and squeaky. “You can’t just say things like that!”
Meanwhile, the third man just stayed quiet, watching the interaction between the entwined couple with interest in his eyes.
“Why not, baby?” Sam rolled his hips again. “It’s the truth isn’t it?” The movement made you jolt forward, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as you barely bit back the moan that threatened to escape as his cock nestled even deeper inside you. “Besides…” Sam continued like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Seb was watching you ride me for like five whole minutes before he decided to speak up anyways, so I know he’s into you.”
Your head whipped around, looking over your shoulder, finding Sebastian still standing at your back, a lazy smile spreading across his face at your scowl, then you looked back at Sam. When you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend, he just shrugged, the unrepentant little shit. You brought a hand up and pinched the bridge of your nose trying to figure out what you had done in a past life to earn this kind of karmic punishment.
“Fuck’s sake, c’mere.” You heard Sam huff before he moved, one hand shooting out to grab onto Seb’s wrist and drag him closer.
The dark haired man plastered himself to your back as he leaned over your shoulder and threaded a hand into Sam’s hair, yanking back to tip Sam’s head up as he lowered his head and devoured his lips. You watched in shock, and more than a little bit of interest, as their mouths clashed, nothing soft or tender about the way that they kissed, their teeth clacking together like they were trying to consume one another. Yoba help you, you whimpered as you shifted your hips, moving on Sam’s dick as much as you were able to, being pinned between the two men.
Sebastian finally drew back first, his chest heaving as he stayed leaned over your shoulder. “Fuck Sammy, I missed that mouth.”
Your boyfriend’s eyes blinked open, the blue orbs hazy with pleasure, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, yeah.” He shook his head, blonde strands breaking free from his carefully styled hair and falling over his forehead, giving him a roguish look. “You always say that, Seb. I’m starting to think it’s just one of the lines you give all your fan club members.”
“You’re so full of shit, Samson.”
You looked on in interest as the starting of a faint blush spread across the darker haired man’s face, the color looking gorgeous against his pale skin. Before you could comment, Sam rolled his hips again, the movement dragging your clit over his lower abdomen and drawing a breathy moan from your lips. The sound was loud in the quiet of the tour bus, and you could feel the way both Sam and Sebastian’s attention snapped to you.
“Oh, angel.” Sam murmured, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “Are you feeling neglected?”
Hands landed on your hips, making you jump. The action had you clenching as your head turned, nearly knocking into Sebastian’s in your haste. You felt that same spinning feeling of drowning in those dark storm cloud grey eyes, your chest heaving as you struggled to draw in a full breath.
“Poor little dove is feeling neglected when she’s already stuffed full with one cock?” Sebastian tsked, clicking his tongue behind his teeth. “What a greedy girl you have there, Sammy.” Sebastian’s hands moved, roving over your bare midriff, the chill from his fingers sending shivers rolling down your spine.
“Fuck, Seb!” Sam threw his head back, bumping against the back of the couch. “Whatever you’re doing just made her pussy gush.”
His long fingertips settled more firmly on your hips and pushed up before urging your back down, helping you find a steady rhythm as you began bouncing in earnest on Sam’s rigid cock, following the pace set by Sebastian’s hands. Your skirt still kept your core covered from view, but there was no doubt as to what was happening by the slick, wet sounds of your pussy as Sebastian urged you to move faster.
“That’s it, baby.” Sam huffed out, his hands coming back up to cup your breasts, toying with your nipples through the fabric of your bralette. “Such a good fucking girl, riding my cock like a damn pro.”
Sebastian’s lips pressed against your neck, raining several soft kisses across your skin before he bit down on the junction where your neck met your shoulder, the zing of pain shooting straight to your clit.
“Fuck!” You squealed, your hips losing the rhythm as your head fell back against Sebastian’s shoulder, eyes squeezing shut, panting as his tongue laved over your bruised flesh, turning the sharp bite of pain into a hot and heady stream of pleasure.
He lifted his head, turning and shooting you a glare. “I didn’t say you could stop riding him, dove.” He admonished, his hands pushing on your hips until you started moving again.
Whimpering, you forced your hips to keep moving, your eyes blinking open and taking in the sight of Sam’s satisfied smile, his blue eyes trained on your face, drinking in your reactions. Without thought, you dropped forward, burying your hands in his messy blonde hair and crushing your lips to his. Sam’s hands dropped to your thighs, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh just above the thigh high stockings you were wearing. He nipped at your lower lip, taking advantage of the way your mouth dropped open on a tiny gasp and thrust his tongue into your mouth.
Sebastian’s hands kept moving, trailing down from your hips and over the globes of your ass, kneading and squeezing the flesh in a way that had you moaning into Sam’s mouth. Without warning Sebastian flipped your skirt up, baring you to his heated gaze. Breaking off Sam’s kiss with a squeak, you craned your head around to get a look at the other man to figure out what he was doing.
“Really, Samson?” Sebastian asked in a droll voice, one of his hands reaching out to collar itself around your neck, the metal of the rings on his fingers cool against your overheated skin. “Must be a fuckin’ lousy kisser if you can’t even keep your girl occupied while I play.”
Using his grip on your neck, Sebastian gently turned your head, angling your view back to Sam, just managing to catch the tail end of your boyfriend's eye roll at the harsh words, seemingly unconcerned at the criticism from his friend.
“My angel is just obsessed with you, man.” Sam’s hands left your thighs, instead tucking up behind his head, the picture of nonchalance. “I knew this was probably what was going to happen.”
“Excuse me?” Your voice came out high pitched and reedy, disbelief dripping from the words.
“Oh, Sammy.” Sebastian chuckled, hands smoothing over your ass as those clever fingers crept closer and closer to where you were impaled on Sam’s cock. “One of these days you’ll figure out how to speak to women without putting your foot in your mouth.”
“What the fuck, Sam?” Your hands smacked down onto his pectorals, your nails digging in through the thin band tee he was wearing.
“Oh c’mon, baby. Don’t play coy with me, angel.” Mischief danced in his eyes as he watched your jaw drop. “I know you keep his nudie mag under your mattress at home.” Sam bucked his hips up, the motion sending Sebastian’s wandering fingers sliding lower, until those long fingers were circling around Sam’s cock, forcing you to only fuck the top third of his cock with shallow thrusts instead of being able to slide all the way down to the base.
“Sebastian!” You gasped out, turning to look at the man pressed to your back.
At the rate your head kept ping ponging back and forth between the two men, you were going to give yourself a serious case of whiplash.
“Shhh, dove. Focus on Sammy.”
Unable to resist the soft command in his voice, you turned your attention back to Sam, just in time to watch as he threw his head back against the couch, releasing the most pitiful whine you had ever heard in your life.
“Ahh— fuck— fuckkkk! Bash!” Sam’s chest was heaving as he panted, sweat breaking out across his brow.
Before you could figure out what Sebastian was doing that had Sam so worked up, Sebastian’s hand disappeared and you slid down to the base of Sam’s cock, the sudden change drawing matching groans from both of your throats. The clanking sound of a belt buckle filled the air then the velvety tip of another cock was tracing over the globes of your ass, leaving behind a sticky trail of pre-cum.
“You going to keep hogging her, Sam?” Sebastian’s wry question had your heart flip flopping in your chest, a sensation that was equal parts thrill and trepidation tiptoeing down your spine at the heat in his words.
“I should, Seb. She is my girlfriend after all, bro.” Sam shot back, his hands settling on your hips and lazily grinding you over his lap.
“I know your mother taught you how to share, Samson.”
You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensation of Sam’s cock dragging over that extra sensitive spot, content to let the boys bicker in the background as you chased your own pleasure. Tipping your head back as you leisurely worked your hips, you found a rhythm that had fireworks bursting behind your closed eyes. Tighter and tighter a coil of heat began pooling in your belly, each motion pulling it taut, closer to snapping.
“Look at that, Bash.” Sam’s voice, coupled with a warm, calloused hand wrapping around your throat had your eyes shooting open. “The little brat was ignoring us both and trying to get herself off.”
Sebastian’s cock slid down your crack, nudging against your entrance and making you jump forward, practically crawling up Sam’s chest. The reaction drew a low chuckle from Sebastian as he stepped back and slowly stroked one hand up and down his cock, pre-cum welling up from the slit at the tip, glistening in the low lights of the bus.
“Maybe if you’re not willing to share her, you’d be happier stretched out on my cock, Sammy?”
That suggestion drew all of your attention, your head shooting up to catch your boyfriend's reaction. A hungry look entered his sky blue eyes as a blush spread across his cheeks. Sam’s gaze found yours, shame swirling as he hurriedly looked away. You gently grabbed his chin and brought his eyes back to hers.
“Is that what you want, baby?” You asked quietly.
Sam’s eyes darted over your shoulder for a moment before coming back. “Nahh. Seb was just joking. Right, man?”
He laughed nervously, one hand pushing his hair back from his forehead as he looked away, avoiding all eye contact. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught a look of hurt passing over Sebastian’s face. Well, that wouldn’t do. You leaned down, letting your lips trail up Sam’s neck as you felt his cock twitch where it was still buried inside her.
“That sounds so hot, Sammy baby.” You whispered into his ear, your teeth scraping over the tender skin of his earlobe as you rolled your hips, feeling his breath hitch in his chest. “I liked watching you kiss him earlier.” You admitted.
“Y-yeah?” His voice was uncertain, those sky blue eyes finally locking in on you before flicking over your shoulder, no doubt looking at his friend.
You nipped at him, drawing his attention back to you. “Yeah, I really did. Couldn’t you feel how wet I was?” He nodded, looking dazed. Dropping your voice even more, you asked. “Do you want him, baby?”
A pink blush crept across his face as Sam struggled to keep his face neutral. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and gave you a little nod, his eyes darting everywhere except the man at your back.
“Mmm. Good boy, Sammy.” You let your hands trail over his chest, slowly lifting your hips until only the tip of his dick was left inside your cunt. You could practically feel Sebastian’s heated gaze on you as surely as if his hands were sliding over your skin.
The muscles in your thighs flexed as you shallowly fucked the sensitive head of your boyfriends cock, clenching your inner walls in the way that you knew drove him crazy. Stilted sounds of pleasure fell from Sam’s lips as you moved. His hands were fisted at his sides, the skin around his knuckles white from how tightly he was squeezing. Heat at your back had your hips stuttering, sending you sinking lower on Sam’s cock as you whimpered at the stretch.
“You two look so fuckin’ good together.” One of Sebastian’s hands collared itself around your neck, his long fingers easily engulfing you, the gentle pressure he applied sending your pulse skyrocketing as liquid desire gathered at your core. “Are you going to share your boyfriend with me, little dove?”
“Yes!” You gasped out, your legs aching as you continued your steady rhythm, fucking yourself over the rigid length of Sam’s cock.
Sebastian’s lips found your neck, pressing a kiss to your fluttering pulse point as he smirked down at Sam. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, sharing your toys like that.” The flush on Sam’s face darkened, his hips bucking up as another needy whine left his chest, making the dark haired man chuckle, the vibrations rumbling through you from where his torso was pressed to your back. “Oh, Samson. You like that don’t you, pup?”
“Yesss.” The single word was a drawn out hiss as Sebastian, using the hand around your throat, pushed your body down, making your pussy swallow Sam’s cock in one smooth glide.
Sebastian’s free hand trailed over your waist, his fingers delving underneath your skirt to find your clit with pinpoint accuracy. “I think you’ve earned a reward for sharing so nicely, hmm?” Slippery with your own arousal, those fingers slid over your engorged clit, sending fireworks bursting behind your lids as you squeezed your eyes shut.
All you could offer was a husky moan of approval, your head tipping back to rest against his shoulder as he worked you higher and higher. The hand around your throat applied more pressure, expertly cutting off blood flow, making your head swim. Distantly you were aware of Sam’s hands settling on your hips, taking over and holding you steady as he snapped his hips, fucking up into you forcefully. Heat began coiling in your core, your release building as the two men worked in tandem to push you closer and closer to the edge.
“Just like that, Sammy.” Sebastian’s gravely voice encouraged, making Sam’s hands dig into your hips in a way that you knew would leave bruises come morning. Those nimble fingers moved faster, rubbing circles around your clit as your pussy fluttered, desperate to come.
“Unghhh. I-I can’t.” Sam trembled, his voice coming out in a desperate whine. “M’gonna come. She feels too good!” His thrusts became harder, sloppier as he gave up all pretense and chased his own release.
“I’ve got you, little dove.” Sebastian punctuated his words by releasing the grip he had on your neck at the same time his hand delivered a punishing slap to your pussy. The rush of blood to your brain combined with the hot sting of pain sent your catapulting over the edge with a shattered wail.
Stars burst behind your eyes as Sam’s hips stuttered, his hot release filling you as he groaned dramatically. Sebastian’s hands kept moving, his right hand leaving a trail of sticky wetness, smearing your arousal over your belly. You felt boneless as you came down from the high, a fine sheen of sweat coating your body, making the tiny tendrils of hair that had escaped from your high ponytail stick to your skin.
Sebastian’s hands settled on your hips once again, slowly grinding you down against Sam’s pelvis, making you both whimper as oversensitivity began to set in. “Hmm.” The low hum had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. “I told you, you knew a bit too much about finishing fast, Sammy.”
“Oh fuck off, Seb.” Sam scoffed.
You turned your head, watching as a predatory smirk slowly spread across the dark haired man’s face. “I think I will, Samson.” The slightest bit of panic filled you with his words. Was he leaving? Did you somehow upset him? He stepped backwards, the absence of his body heat against your back leaving a cold void that had you shivering. “C’mere, little dove.”
An outstretched hand filled your vision. Nails painted with chipped black polish, a smattering of different rings scattered across his fingers, emphasizing the length of his hands. His fingers glistened in the light, still coated with your slick arousal and you found yourself blushing as you reached out and slipped your own hand into his. He coaxed you off of Sam’s lap and you couldn’t stop a startled squeak from escaping as Sam’s cum trailed down your leg with the movement.
You could feel Sebastian's stormy eyes zero in on the sticky mess between your legs as he tugged you over to the couch across from Sam. He gently pushed you down onto the cushions, nudging your legs apart when you tried to clamp them shut. Your face flamed as those predatory eyes looked their fill. You shouldn't be getting off on this, on seeing the unrestrained lust on Sebastian's face while Sam's cum still trickled out of your swollen cunt.
"Ah, ah, ah." Sebastian clicked his tongue behind his teeth. "Don't hide this pussy from me, little dove." His words had your core clenching, a pathetic little whine breaking free at the blatant possession in his tone. Those sinful fucking hands reached down, flipping your skirt up so your core was fully exposed to his greedy eyes. "Fuck, look at you." One finger trailed through your puffy folds, scooping up Sam's release and shoving it back inside as you gasped from the sudden intrusion.
You could hear Sam's low groan from behind Sebastian, but you couldn't be bothered to look away from the man leaning over you. His presence dominated your senses, the musky scent of weed intertwined with the rich scent of amber and vanilla making your mouth water and your eyes roll back in your head. Sebastian moved closer, his finger now slowly pumping in and out of your core, that long fingertip rubbing over the sensitive spot on your front wall with every stroke. Tiny, panted breaths fell from your lips as he kept the maddeningly slow pace, acting like he had all the time in the world.
"P-please!" You gasped out, your head swimming with every smooth glide of his finger.
"Please, what?" That near feral smile was back, the one that made your pussy flutter and you knew he felt it as the smile sharpened, his eyes darting down to where his finger moved between your legs.
"Please make me come!" You tried to smile so prettily for him, but the effect was ruined when Sebastian's finger slipped free from your core and he straightened back up as he tossed you a wink.
"Not yet, little dove." His hand moved to his belt, working to undo the buckle as you watched, transfixed, Sam's cum and your own slick arousal practically dripping down his wrist. "After all, both you and Sammy already got to come. I think it's my turn now, don't you agree?"
You nodded, your head moving so quickly you were dizzy. Suddenly, it was all you could think of. You needed to see him fall apart, you wanted to know every noise he made as he came. Your eyes were glued to the strip of skin that was exposed as he slowly began to drag his jeans down his legs. Your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth as your eyes traced the whorls of dark ink, the need to glide your tongue over each one of the designs growing by the second.
The red, swollen head of Sebastian's cock was revealed next and you couldn't help the way you whimpered, clenching your thighs together in a poor attempt to lessen the ache that was spreading through your empty cunt at the sight. Sebastian's eyes tracked the movement, a wicked smirk on his face at the sight of your sudden desperation.
"C'mere, Samson." Sebastian paused, his dick half exposed and your eyes widened as they took in the barbell piercings that littered the underside of his shaft.
His form appeared at Sebastian's side and you couldn't help but admire the pair together. They looked like two old gods, Celestial and Infernal, the rising sun and eternal moon. Benevolent angel and tempting devil. Although, the way both men's eyes were fixated on your exposed cunt, you had the feeling they were both more devil than god.
"Kneel." The single word was wrapped in iron and despite the way you knew the command was for Sam, you almost found your own knees hitting the ground in a bid to satisfy him. Sam crashed to the floor, his limbs folding like a marionette that had the strings cut, his sky blue eyes still never leaving the apex of your thighs. "Good boy, Samson." Sebastian practically cooed, his hand— still dripping in your arousal— threading itself into Sam's unruly blonde hair, tipping his head back until his neck strained, his eyes meeting Sebastian's. "Clean up your mess, pup."
Sam whimpered and you watched as the muscles in his neck worked on a swallow. Sebastian released his grip on Sam's hair and before you realized what was happening, Sam was crawling forwards, burying his face into your cunt. You cried out, your head tipping back, as he flattened his tongue and licked you from ass to clit. He pulled back a little, only to spit everything he had just licked up back onto your swollen pussy, the feel of it dripping down your core utterly obscene.
"F-fuuuck!" Your fingers delved into those blonde strands, tugging his wicked mouth back down to where you needed it most. His hands pushed your thighs apart, pinning you down to the couch so you couldn't squirm and escape his nearly frenzied ministrations as he swirled his tongue around your oversensitive clit. The orgasm that Sebastian had denied came roaring back, leaving you panting and shivering, on the edge once again.
A shifting of shadow in your peripheral vision caught your attention and you looked up just in time to watch as Sebastian slowly rubbed the tip of his cock across your lower lip. Hot, sticky pre-cum dribbled from the tip, smearing itself across your lip. Your breath came out in unsteady puffs as you found yourself ensnared in those intense, thundercloud eyes. Without thought, your tongue darted out, swiping over your lip and his cock, drawing a shuddered groan from him, the pupils of his eyes blowing out.
Oh. Oh, you liked that sound. You liked that very much. You leaned forward, letting your mouth engulf the tip. The flared, mushroom head slid over your tongue as Sebastian continued rocking his hips forward. You shuddered as each set of barbells slipped past your distended lips, the chill of metal on your tongue making goosebumps break out across your skin. Not willing to be forgotten, Sam nipped at your clit as he thrust two fingers into your sloppy cunt. You jolted, the motion sending Sebastian's cock to the back of your throat, stifling the squeal that was trying to escape.
"That's it, little dove." Sebastian grunted, strain dripping from the words as you swallowed around the cock lodged in your throat. "Fuck, you take it so well."
His hips moved, slowly withdrawing from your throat, allowing you to suck in a lungful of oxygen before he was pushing back in again. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes as drool began to run in earnest, dribbling down your chin. Over and over again he retreated, only to push right back in, making you dizzy from the way he was controlling your oxygen. Meanwhile, Sam never stopped, his tongue moving over every inch of your core as his fingers kept you right at the edge of bliss.
You couldn't stop the muffled cries that bubbled up from your chest as the two men worked you over. One of Sebastian's hands dropped to your throat, those dexterous fingers easily spanning the column of your neck and applying gentle pressure as he felt his own cock thrusting down your throat. His thrusts became rougher, more insistent as he bullied his way into your mouth over and over again. You forced your jaw to relax, letting him use your mouth as he wanted, your pussy fluttering around Sam's fingers from the rough treatment.
Forcing your eyes open, you blinked up at him, his form blurry from the wash of tears in your eyes. Fuck, he was gorgeous. His eyebrows drawn down, eyes slitted, jaw clenched as he chased that pleasure. Your fingers inadvertently tightened in Sam's hair, drawing a little whine from his throat. You needed more, it wasn't enough. Just as you thought Sebastian hovered on that precipice, he pulled himself from your mouth with a tortured groan. You gasped for breath as you watched his hand wrapping around the base of his cock squeezing and staving off his release.
"Fuck." He panted. Your eyes caught a bead of sweat as it slowly made its way down the exposed skin of his chest and disappeared into the confines of his shirt. You whimpered, unsure why Sebastian had stopped. He yanked Sam's head back, your boyfriend's face glistening with your combined release across his face, his eyes half lidded and hazy. "Are you ready for more?"
The words hung in the air for a moment, your lust drunk brain taking a moment to decipher their meaning before remembering Sebastian's earlier offer to stretch Sam out on his cock instead of you.
Sam's face went rosy as the meaning hit him at the same time. "I- I mean. We— I don't—"
Sebastian had mercy on the stuttering, shy mess that was your boyfriend as he pulled him to his feet and crushed his lips to Sam's. You squirmed from your spot on the couch, a fresh surge of arousal seeping from your pussy as you watched the way Sam eagerly devoured Sebastian's mouth. The pair broke apart, their chests heaving as they stared at each other. You could feel the electric awareness tingling over your skin from the tension between them. Your hand snaked between your legs, your fingers sliding over your swollen clit as you barely restrained a moan.
Turbulent grey eyes whipped to you, a heated smile breaking free as Sebastian caught you just as you slid two fingers into your achingly empty pussy. "Greedy girl." He tutted, turning Sam so he could watch. "Did we neglect you again, little dove?"
"Yes!" Your voice was little more than a gasped cry, your fingers easily finding that spot inside you, the one that had stars bursting in your vision.
"Fuck, angel." Sam breathed out, stumbling forward a step as his eyes were glued to where your fingers were thrusting in and out of yourself.
Sebastian began slowly tugging Sam's jeans down, Sam's spent cock twitching from where it rested against his thigh. "Trust me, Sammy?" He asked, a slightly tentative inflection in his tone, a strict deviation from his usually assured tone. You paused your motions, waiting with bated breath for Sam's answer.
"Yes." Those sky blue eyes squeezed shut as his body shuddered. "I trust you, Seb."
Sam's body tumbled forwards, sprawling over you, barely catching himself on the back of the couch before he flattened you. Sebastian's devious smile popped out from where he was standing at Sam's back, one fingertip tracing down the length of your boyfriend's spine. Sam buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breaths coming in frantic pants as Sebastian's hand moved lower and lower.
"Distract him for me, would ya, little dove?" Sebastian asked as one hand rooted around in a nearby cabinet for something. The unmistakable sound of a cap opening had Sam's body stiffening. Sebastian delivered a stinging smack to Sam's ass, glaring around the blonde's body to meet your eyes. "I said, distract him, sweetheart."
You took the words for the threat they were and with your free hand, reached up and pulled Sam's mouth up to yours. He groaned against your mouth and you parted your lips, allowing his tongue access to sweep inside. Sam kissed you like he would die if he didn't have your lips on his. It was messy and desperate, your teeth clacking together as you whimpered, your fingers resuming the slick glide in and out of your pussy.
"There you go. You're both so fuckin' good for me." Sebastian praised. "Look at this needy little hole, just begging to be stretched." You and Sam released matching groans into each other's mouths at the filthy words coming from the other man. "You're going to take it, aren't you, Sammy? You're going to be begging for my cock because you know my fingers won't be enough to satisfy you."
Sam shuddered, as a wet squelching sound filled the air. He pulled back from your lips, kissing down along your jaw, then down your neck, his teeth digging into your skin with each successive thrust of Sebastian's fingers. You moaned, your fingers moving faster, the heel of your hand pressing against your puffy clit with each movement. You could feel Sam's desperation increasing with every measured movement Sebastian made, tiny whimpers and gasps falling from his mouth and bouncing off your skin.
One hand reached down and roughly tugged at the bralette top that was still somehow in place, yanking on it until your tits popped free. The cool air over your nipples had you squirming underneath Sam. Your body was simultaneously over and underwhelmed, each thrust of your fingers both enough, yet infuriatingly not enough at the same time. You whined your frustration into the air, the disgruntled sound morphing into a sigh as Sam's lips sucked one stiff nipple into his mouth.
Hot and wet, his tongue laved over the turgid peak before sucking on it roughly. Each draw of his mouth had you seeing stars. The sensation was like a live wire connected directly to your clit and it sent you flying over the edge, sobbing into the open air as you frantically pumped your fingers into your clenching cunt over and over again. You felt your release squirt out, dripping down your wrist and splattering on the floor as Sam moaned, his mouth still full, the vibration of the sound sending your spiral higher.
"That's it. Fuck, you're so pretty when you fall apart like that." You could barely make out Sebastian's praise over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. "I can hear how fuckin' sloppy and wet that pussy is. Can't you, Samson?"
Sam moved his head up, releasing your nipple with a soft pop. His eyes were dilated, just the barest ring of sky blue iris visible as he stared down at you. "It's s'good, Bash." He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he spoke. "She feels incredible, so fuckin' hot and tight on your cock."
Sam's body was pulled back and you watched as Sebastian's tattooed hand swept around Sam's waist and beelined for his now hard cock. You couldn't look away as Sebastian's hand pumped up and down Sam's length, each slow movement drawing a high pitched whine from Sam's throat.
"Help me out, little dove." Sebastian nodded at your fingers that were still absently circling over your clit. You leaned forward as Sebastian grabbed your wrist, positioning your hand underneath his at the base of Sam's cock. "Just like that. Get him nice and wet for me, sweetheart." You fisted it and allowed Sebastian to direct your cum slick hand up and down Sam's length.
"Fuck!" Sam let his head thump back against Sebastian's shoulder, the muscles in his abdomen tensing each time your fist squeezed the sensitive tip.
Gently, Sebastian tugged Sam forward until he was standing in between your legs, the head of his cock brushing against your core with every stroke. You continued to jerk him off, your body quivering every time his head slid over your clit. Sweat beaded on your brow as the steady strokes had another release beginning to build in your belly. Sam released another pitiful whimper as Sebastian paused your joint movements and instead carefully swiped Sam's cock through your dripping folds, letting him catch on your entrance but never letting him slide inside.
"You wanna fuck this sweet pussy, Samson?" Sebastian asked, his words coming out in a rough rumble that had you clenching around nothing. You barely held back a groan at the taunting in Sebastian's words, his teasing driving you both mad.
"Please, Seb." Sam gasped, his eyes fluttering with the overstimulation. "I-I need it. Please."
"Mmm. You beg so pretty for me, Sammy." Using his hips, Sebastian pushed the blonde forward, the tip of his cock barely sliding inside you. You squeaked at the sudden stretch, your head dropping back as you shifted your hips, attempting to force him deeper. "I'll let you inside this tight little cunt on one condition."
"Y-yeah." Sam's hips bucked, his words morphing into a frustrated whine when Sebastian's hand stayed firmly wrapped around yours, just below the head of his cock, not allowing him to move an inch. "Fuckkk. I'll do anything. P-please, Bashhhh."
Slowly, Sebastian pushed Sam forwards, his cock sliding into you millimeter by millimeter as your joined hands slid lower and lower. "Once you get all the way inside our little dove, I want you to freeze." You wrinkled your nose at that. You didn't want him to freeze, you wanted him to fuck you until you didn't know up from down.
"F-freeze?" Sam sounded lost.
"Yes, Sammy." Sebastian chuckled, pulling your hands away as he rammed his hips against Sam's backside, sending his cock slamming into you, sheathing himself in one thrust. You screamed, your pussy aching with the sudden intrusion. "Freeze." He kept himself pressed to Sam, not allowing your boyfriend to pull out or move. “That’s it. Good boy. Feel that pussy squeezing on you? Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
Sam whimpered as he nodded. Your bodies trembled with the effort of holding still and you found yourself glancing up, taking in Sebastian’s smug grin and hypnotizing grey eyes. He offered you a cocky wink as he released your hand and slid his up Sam’s chest, until his hand was collared around his neck.
“Are you ready for me, Sammy?” He kissed along Sam’s neck, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re being so good for us. Look at your girl, look at how wrecked she is.” You whimpered as two sets of eyes settled on you, setting your body on fire as they roved over your exposed flesh. “She wants to watch you take my cock, yeah?” You nodded, your pussy fluttering at the filthy words.
“You gonna take it, baby?” You pouted up at your boyfriend, your heart racing as you took in the hesitation on his face. “S’gonna feel so good.” You reassured.
“Yeah. Oh fuck, angel. So good.” Sam was babbling, his head shaking back and forth as Sebastian lined his cock up with his hole. You watched all the muscles in Sam’s face go lax, utter bliss crossing his expression as Sebastian slowly pushed his way in.
Sebastian’s hand clenched around Sam’s throat as he hissed. “Holy shit, Sam. You’re so fucking tight.” Sam whimpered, his hips jerking, pushing back into Sebastian, forcing his cock deeper. “Ah! That’s it, relax, pup. Let me in.”
Your hand moved back to your clit, rubbing across the oversensitive little nub as Sam gasped and groaned. “Move, Sam. P-please!” You begged, needing it more desperately than you ever needed anything before.
“You heard her.” Sebastian bit out, the crack of his hand coming down on Sam’s ass splitting the air. “Move, pup.”
Sam listened, his hips bucking forward to escape the pain from the slap then abruptly pushing back as those infernal piercings on Sebastian’s cock tugged on the tight ring of muscle. The blonde was nearly sobbing in pleasure as he slowly worked himself back and forth. “S’too good. I-I can’t!”
Sebastian grunted, removing his hand from Sam’s neck and instead pushing him down, his hand balanced between his shoulder blades, pinning him to your chest. “You did so good, Sammy. So good.” He pressed rough kisses along Sam’s spine as your lips found Sam’s neck and began sucking bruises into his skin. “I’ve got you now. All you gotta do is take it. You can do it, pup.”
Without another word, Sebastian snapped his hips, fully seating himself inside Sam as he pushed Sam forward, his cock fucking deep into your pussy. All three of you released varied sounds of pleasure at the movement. But Sebastian didn’t give anyone a chance to adjust, instead setting a brutal pace, his hips jackhammering against Sam’s backside.
“Yes, right there! Ohhh, please!” You wailed, your nails scrabbling against Sam’s biceps as Sebastian’s thrusts had Sam’s cock pounding into you over and over again.
“Fuck, angel. You’re so tight. I—” Sam cut off with a stuttered gasp as Sebastian reached down and tugged at his sack.
You could barely draw in a breath, your neurons firing overtime, the most intense pleasure you had ever experienced floating through your veins. Every inhale was saturated with the combined scents of the two men fucking you; amber and vanilla mixed with the salty tang of ocean air. It was headier than the strongest drug, your head swimming with it all. Your pussy fluttered as Sam pounded into you, that heated coil in your belly drawing tighter with every thrust.
“Gonna s-soak me, angel?” Sam asked, drawing another trembling sound from you. “Gonna show Sebastian how p-pretty you are when you c-come?” Sam’s words were stuttered from the force of Sebastian’s movements.
“N-not yet.” You grit your teeth, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that was building into something almost monsterous in proportion. “Not done with you.”
“Such a greedy girl.” Sebastian finally chimed in, slamming against Sam and then stilling. You whimpered as you felt his clever fingers trailing up your hip from where he was reaching around Sam’s body. You wiggled, attempting to shy away from his touch when his destination became clear. “Naughty, naughty, little dove.” He taunted, his fingertips finding your clit with unerring accuracy. Without warning, his hips began moving again as his fingers circled your clit. “You’re going to give us that orgasm, sweetheart. I insist.”
You tried, you really did. But you couldn’t hold out another second under the onslaught. That tight coil in your belly snapping with the force of a tsunami as you screamed. Your release squirted out, soaking Sam’s thighs as he groaned, his hips still pistoning in and out of you as Sebastian pushed your orgasm higher, rubbing over your clit until you were practically sobbing.
“I can’t. Too good! M’gonna come!” Sam panted.
“That’s it, pup. Fill her up then I’m going to fill your ass.” Sebastian growled. His hand finally settled on your clit, their combined thrusts growing sloppy as they neared their own peaks.
Sam broke first, a pathetic whimper errupting from his throat as he sank as deep as he could inside you, his cock pulsing as he pumped you full of his hot, sticky cum. Sebastian followed quickly behind, his hands gripping tightly onto Sam’s hips as he came.
The space was silent except for the sounds of your ragged breathing. Sam’s forehead was resting on your shoulder, his entire body trembling as you gently pushed his hair back from his face. Sebastian was the first to recover, pressing a quick kiss in between Sam’s shoulder blades before he slowly moved back, his softening cock pulling loose with a wet noise, drawing another whine from Sam.
“Lemme go grab something to clean up. Hold still.” The sound of Sebastian’s footsteps receeding finally broke Sam from his trance and he looked up at you, his eyes hazy from pleasure.
“You good?” He sounded drunk and you barely held back a giggle.
“So good, Sammy.”
Your boyfriend’s head dropped back onto your chest as he heaved an exhausted little sigh. “S’good. I think Seb broke my ass.” He mumbled, nuzzling deeper into your neck like he could burrow under your skin if he tried hard enough.
Sebastian appeared, catching the tail end of your exchange as he raised one eyebrow, glancing at your face. This time you couldn’t stop the giggles from errupting. The giggles turned to belly laughs that quickly turned into tears. Sam looked at you in horror as tears gathered in his own eyes.
“Alright, alright.” Sebastian muttered, moving in and gently wiping his release from between Sam’s legs. “I’ve got you, two. Nobodies ass is broken, okay? Sammy, sit.” Sam obeyed, practically collapsing onto the couch at your side. You stared up, teary eyed, at Sebastian as Sam’s cum dripped from between your legs, pooling onto the cushion beneath you. “C’mere, little dove.”
You grabbed onto Sebastian’s outstretched hand and he pulled you up from the couch and into his arms. Your legs wobbled underneath you and with a chuckle, Sebastian bent down and swept you up before you collapsed.
“Coming, pup?” Sebastian threw over his shoulder as he began walking towards the back of the bus.
You could hear Sam’s shuffled footsteps following behind you. Sebastian stepped through a doorway and into a bedroom. Your tired mind only catalogued the barest details, the most important of which was the large bed that took up one entire wall of the room. Sebastian brought you to the bed and sat you on the edge then carefully began undressing you. Sam, meanwhile, collapsed face down on the other side of the bed, his bare ass catching a shaft of moonlight that streamed in from a nearby window.
Once you were completely undressed, Sebastian tossed a soft, clean t-shirt onto your lap and waited until you slipped it on over your head. “Lay back. I’ll clean you up.” He instructed, one hand holding up a dampened washcloth.
Too tired to resist, you let yourself fall backwards onto the surprisingly comfortable mattress. Your thoughts drifted as Sebastian tenderly cleaned between your legs. Sam’s snores filled the room, bringing a smile to your lips, the familiar habit bringing you a feeling of safety and peace. Some things never changed it seemed. Sebastian disappeared, likely disposing of the now soiled cloth. When he reappeared, he had changed. Gone was the black button up, now he was only clad in faded grey sweatpants and nothing else. Despite your marathon sex session, you felt your pussy give an interested clench at the sight of the man at the foot of the bed.
“Don’t even think about it, little dove. Your pussy needs a break.” Sebastian chided as he climbed into the bed, nudging you into the center of the mattress. Your face heated, so you huffed and rolled to face your snoring boyfriend. Sebastian’s arm draped over your midsection as he settled himself along your back. Your eyes fluttered then shut, exhaustion setting in quickly. Just before you drifted off you heard Sebastian’s voice follow you down.
“Get some sleep, dove. I’m not done with you yet.”