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If you wanted to make it big in show biz, it was always good to have Johnny Storm attend your gig.
He was young, popular, a crowd magnet through and through and generous with praise and recommendations if he liked an event. And if you came along, his bright girlfriend who he loved to show off on his arm at any occasion, it was guaranteed to be a fantastic night.
Wherever Johnny Storm and his girlfriend spent their weekends, people wanted to be.
Which was why there were always several envelopes and invites with free tickets floating in when Friday came around. Johnny would look over them with you, most of the time letting you choose whatever spectacle you wanted to see and were in the mood for.
Club opening, ice skating championship, opera or concerts – whatever the lady wished for, he’d follow.
Tonight, this meant being here.
The opening show for the new tour of the hottest band there currently was.
The flickering lights washed over you in silver and gold, reflecting in the shiny sequins of your dress. Warm hands ran down your waist as you swayed to the beat.
The music drowned out everything but the wild chanting of the crowd dancing the night away, yet your senses were heightened to the max. You could feel Johnny’s breath dance against your ear as he pressed a kiss underneath it, the heat simmering under his skin making your cheeks flush as his hand ghosted over your collarbone…
You laced your hand together with the one resting just below your belly, a shiver crawling up your spine as you watched the man on stage.
The living legend himself.
Shimmering silver decorated his hands.
Rugged clothes, the kind that Johnny would throw away if it even just had less than half of the holes and tears in the fabric.
Fingers that mastered the electric guitar like it was his last night on earth and he wanted to make it count.
Dark curls, even darker eyes.
If Johnny was hot flames, this guy was the coldest ice. And god, you couldn’t help but feel a little weak in the knees at the sight of him.
A menacing grin of his lit up the entire stage as the song ended and they flickered up to the VIP section where you stood.
Over the lights, his eyes met yours for just a heartbeat.
You froze up, caught in a trance as Eddie Munson brushed some hair back from his sweaty face and gave a quick wink before falling into the next song.
Behind you, closely pressed against your back in the crowded and dimly lit VIP section, Johnny Storm saw it all. Hell, he didn’t even need his eyes to sense that his girlfriend was entirely smitten with the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin, the new dark star of their scene.
The crowd went wild underneath him, but you were still standing still in his arms, letting out a sigh that was almost dream-like. A small idea began to form in his mind, a smirk of his own needed to be bitten back as he softly kissed the side of your neck and goosebumps broke out on your naked arms.
“Everything okay, angel?” Johnny asked innocently, the next song a little calmer than the usual screaming going on on stage. Red lights drenched the stage - a love song. It wasn’t quite his scene, not the music he’d romance you with, but still; if you liked it, he was all for it. “You seem a little…shaken.”
You squirmed in his hold, turning your head to look at him. “No, it’s just…great gig, huh?”
“Mhmm…” Johnny smiled at you, eyes sparkling with delight as he took in your flushed features, pupils darkened a little as you got lost in him. “Has someone on stage caught your eye, gorgeous?”
“W-what?” A surprised gasp betrayed you, your lip gloss glittering as you bit in your lip in guilt. “No- I mean…”
“Angel hey, it’s okay.” Johnny chuckled and pulled you in, protectively tugging you against his side as a waiter with some cocktails swiftly walked past. “I know you’ve been staring.”
Slowly, Johnny touched your chin and guided you so you were looking at the stage beneath you again.
Eddie was standing very still, his eyes already locked on the pair of you. There was a dark, almost dangerous glint in them as he watched the exchange between Johnny and you. When he realized he got caught, a slow smirk stole itself on his face and you felt your cheeks heat up once more.
“Do you like him looking at you?” Johnny mumbled in your ear and you let out a whimper, realizing all at once how much this was turning you on. And with Johnny’s permission, his enthusiasm to indulge you even, desire was beginning to pool low in your belly. “He’s been watching you dance all night, I bet you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.”
Eddie’s eyes followed the path Johnny’s hand drew on your body, shielding you from the other guests in the section and sliding you in front of him so Eddie could see you on full display. You gasped as Johnny’s hand skimmed the underside of your boob, travelling lower until his fingertips ghosted over the seam of your panties, hidden beneath your dress.
The two men shared a grin as your hips bucked forward.
“My god, angel, what are we gonna do about this, hm?” Johnny whispered mischievously, mouthing at your neck and breathing in your sweet perfume. Could he even give you to a man as rugged as Eddie Munson? He always handled you with the utmost care, slowly and softly making love to you until you unraveled beautifully underneath him in the sheets…how would a precious thing like you look with him? And why was he so hungry to find out? “You’re crushing on the hot guitarist?”
“Johnny…” You whined, embarrassed. “Please…”
“No reason to be ashamed, baby. It’s hot. I might want to see that, what do you think?”
You gaped at him, rendered speechless for a moment. “…really? I don’t want you to think you’re not enough. Because- you are and I love you-”
“I love you too! And never, baby. I know you belong to me just as I belong to you. Is it so hard to believe I want to see my girl happy and taken care of by someone she has a little crush on? I could imagine worse things happening for me on a Saturday night…” He teased, pulling you into a kiss and giving Eddie a little show of what it meant to have you.
Like you couldn’t help it at all, you melted into the kiss, shortly forgetting everything around you as Johnny’s lips moved against yours, his hand playing with your hair and lulling you into that dreamy state of mind where nothing mattered except for the man you loved cherishing you like this.
Your torment ended when the band announced a quick break and Eddie released you from his spell as he got off the stage, throwing back one last look up to the two of you.
It didn’t take long after the break until a security guy walked up to Johnny, telling him quietly: “Mr. Munson would like to invite the two of you backstage after the show.”
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Usually, date nights with Johnny ended with giggly kisses and slow, passionate sex in his bed. Tonight, they ended with you in another man’s lap and Johnny’s flaming eyes fixed on the irresistible sight, hungry for more.
You gasped against Eddie’s lips, trying to keep up and not immediately melt into a puddle at his feet. Kissing Johnny was a slow spreading fire, all-consuming and inevitable. But Eddie was the complete opposite; unexpected and quick, fireworks exploding in the sky and shaking your world.
You were all too aware of Johnny’s eyes on you, your boyfriend sitting front row in Eddie’s dressing room while you sat sideways on Eddie’s lap, your thighs subtly rubbing together at the attention of the two men focused on you.
Eddie’s tongue licked into your mouth, a disbelieving groan stuck in his throat as you eagerly sucked on it and pressed your chest against him. It was funny – in the back of your mind, it occurred to you that Johnny and Eddie sounded a bit alike, their voices and features similar yet so, so different...
“She’s very pretty.” Eddie purred and slid his hand up your wrist, thumb touching the little golden J on your bracelet. His thumb brushed over your pulse point and you couldn’t help but twitch at the simple touch. The man chuckled and leaned back in his chair, taking his time as he looked at you. “Quite sensitive too, hm? Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
My god, Johnny thought to himself. He had no idea.
You nodded shyly, still a little flustered that Eddie had shown interest in you and Johnny.
You were used to attention – as Johnny Storm’s girlfriend, you often stood in the spotlight with him, but never once had anyone shown their desire or lust for you as brashly as Eddie Munson. And as Eddie’s calloused thumb brushed over kiss-bruised bottom lip and his eyes darkened at the sight of your lips opening, you realized you loved it more than you had even thought.
“Why don’t you warm her up a little, fire boy?” Eddie grinned at Johnny, gesturing over to the leather couch in the corner. “I’m in no rush tonight and I like taking my time with pretty girls like her.”
Quickly, you were passed into Johnny’s arms, your boyfriend smiling fondly at your slightly disheveled state as he sat down on the comfy couch with you, his hands warming your exposed thighs where your dress had hitched higher from Eddie’s seeking hands.
You reached for him, eager to feel the softness of his lips, familiar and calming your fluttering nerves. Was this all really happening?
“You okay, angel?” Johnny kissed your cheek, giving you a moment to breathe while Eddie lit a cigarette in the background and watched the two of you like you were a riddle he was trying to solve. “Do you need a moment?”
“No.” You shook your head, gladly leaning into his touch. “I’m okay, Johnny. I just want…”
“Yeah?” God, he had really tried to keep it in and not get a boner throughout the entire show, but it was getting harder and harder every second when you looked downright edible with your blushy cheeks and big, wet eyes. “What do you want, baby?”
“Whatever you want, it’s yours, sweetheart.” Eddie chimed in. They could really be brothers, if the hair was different… “But I bet your boyfriend tells you that all day long, hm?”
“I want you both next to me.” You told them, patting the empty space to your left while slipping off Johnny’s lap. The two men shared a look, silently communicating and making you realize you were in big, big trouble.
Several minutes later, the last composure you had clung to had dissolved into thin air.
You were a mess, the silver sequin dress slipping away and exposing your lacy bra to Eddie’s greedy eyes. The bottom wasn’t much better, tucked up and showing off your soaked center since both of your legs were resting over each of their thighs. You were completely surrendered to them, your head swimming from many filthy kisses and your own screaming arousal.
You had never felt more alive.
“Doing so good, baby.” Johnny murmured, peppering kisses along your slack jaw. Your hand was buried in Eddie’s curls, the man currently very busy with making out with your sensitive neck and touching your tits.
Johnny’s fingers were slipping through the wetness between your legs, his thumb drawing slow circles on your clit as your head fell back against the cushions and a string of helpless and needy moans took over your lips.
“She’s such a vocal one, your girlfriend...” Eddie licked his lips at the sight of Johnny’s slick fingers, his pupils blown wide with lust at your wrecked state between them. And to think, they barely had even gotten started… “Is fire boy here usually not doing it for you?”
If looks could kill, they’d have to bring Eddie out of this venue in a body bag.
The temperature in the room rose instantly and you couldn’t help but giggle which instantly shifted into a whine when Johnny slid two fingers into you. Your nails dug into your boyfriend’s arm, hips rising to meet his first careful thrusts which were slowly building in intensity.
Eddie watched in fascination.
“Don’t get me wrong, Munson.” Johnny said under his breath, blue eyes burning as you writhed beside him, overwhelmed and still needy for more. “She’s not yours. You are here to give her pleasure. You are at her service, not the other way around, got it?”
“Fuck yeah…” Eddie groaned, his ringed fingers resting on your throat as he continued to kiss and lick over your neck, his curls tickling your chin as he bent down and gave special attention to your aching boobs, still trapped in that bra.
“How are you feeling, angel?” Johnny mumbled softly, still working your pussy exquisitely.
“So good…” You slurred, brushing through Eddie’s hair while you tried to ride more of Johnny’s fingers. He curled them up for you and you gasped, arching your back and chest right into Eddie’s awaiting lips as he pulled your bra down and worshipped your chest like there was no tomorrow waiting for him. “I need to come.”
“Aw, you do, hm? I know, baby, you’ve been so good all night.” Johnny cooed and kissed your temple, doubling his efforts and roughly taking one of Eddie’s hands to slip it down your quivering body. “Did you hear that, Munson? You better show her now you can’t just play guitar with those hands. Make her cum with me.”
It was almost like they were becoming one person – and you were losing your mind.
You didn’t know what to do with yourself, tossing your head back as Johnny and Eddie began to work with one another, your thighs trembling with nearing release as Johnny continued to finger you and Eddie played with your clit. Johnny’s entire body next to you was radiating warmth, but from time to time one of Eddie’s rings would catch at your clit and you’d jolt, the contrasting sensations not stopping.
You were losing yourself as both began taking turns with your mouth, one bruising kiss melting into a softer one, back and forth, over and over. Your hips bucked wildly, urging Johnny deeper and Eddie to go harder and the two men seemed to understand you without words, giving you exactly what you wanted.
“F-fuck, I’m so close…” You almost sobbed, chasing the high dangling right in front of you and Johnny knew exactly what you needed right now, in a way Eddie could not after just one night. “Johnny-“
“Right here, angel.” Johnny slid an arm around you, tucking you under his shoulder as you curled into the warmth he offered and he nodded at Eddie to continue rubbing your clit. “You’ve done so good, that must feel amazing, huh? My good, good girl…so needy and beautiful between us. It’s okay, baby, you can let go. Show Eddie how pretty you look when you can’t help but finish around my fingers, hm?”
You came apart like a star.
Tiny supernovas exploded in front of your vision, your thighs clamping down hard on the two hands completely undoing you, the force of your orgasm washing over you almost violently.
Eddie watched in wonder as you rode it out, desperately pulling them both into a kiss where you didn’t know where your boyfriend ended and he started. You were a sight for the gods, the image burning itself into the forefront of his mind. He already knew he wasn’t going to forget you any time soon, no matter how many tour stops were coming up.
Man, Johnny Storm really got his heart stolen by an angel and Eddie couldn’t blame him.
He slowly stopped touching you, his hand keeping you warm for a while as Johnny whispered sweet nothings in your ear to help you recover. You were limb, a sated smile on your lips as you blinked at the two of them.
“Thank you.” You said, timid and sweet despite the things the three of you had just done. “That felt…really, really good.”
“The pleasure was all mine, sweetheart. How about we’ll get out of here and we’ll go to my hotel suite?” Eddie suggested, his hand still sweetly combing through your hair while Johnny held your hand. “This is my last night in town. We should make it an unforgettable one, don’t you agree, fire boy? Little disco light?”
Johnny and you shared a look, a slow smile taking over both of your faces.
“I’d like that.” You breathed out, your thighs hugging Eddie’s shoulders as he knelt down between your legs and kissed his way up to where you were still aching and throbbing from Johnny’s fingers.
“Sounds like a good idea, Munson.” Johnny agreed, sliding his hands underneath your bum so he could lift you and sit you down into his lap. “But first, you should eat her out. That always relaxes her like nothing else. I’ll hold her open.”