***Vi’s POV***

I spent way too much time this morning looking at my phone. At the pictures I’d shamelessly saved off social media of Zacky in his bow tie.
Hair slicked back perfectly, unlike the edgy rocker look he’d had recently, black sleeves rolled up...god, he was so gorgeous.
I had no idea why he’d suddenly gone for a look he hadn’t had in years, but I sure as hell didn’t care. When Erin asked me what my shamelessly girly smile was for, I showed her a pic and she got a similar look on her face as I’d had when I watched the live stream of the show the night before….

It wasn’t until that evening after work that I got the text.

We’d been texting sweet nothing’s every now and then, but we were both trying to keep it light given the circumstances and I greatly appreciated his ability to keep things casual for now. But apparently...he was done with that.

For my little runaway:



I listened to it balled up in a corner of my couch, unable to deal with my emotions. I rarely cried these days, but a few tears had streaked down my cheeks. I’d never heard just him sing before...he had a beautiful voice. Incredible. I bit my bottom lip as I listened over and over, tasting the salt of my tears. He was singing to. me. About me.

It was so sweet. So romantic. Even though I already knew he’d done it, nothing prepared me for actually hearing it. Not to mention the fact that he’d sent it to me. He mentioned that they weren’t releasing it for months, so he wanted me to have my own copy before then. Why would he do this to me? This was so definitely not keeping things casual.

Eventually, I figured out--to my own embarrassment--that this only had to be a big deal if I made it one. Sure, it was a beautiful gesture and it confused the crap out of me, but just because we had feelings for one another didn’t mean it had to get complicated, had to develop into me falling in love and getting hurt because he couldn’t love me back. We already knew we had feelings for one another and this was just a celebration of that...right? So calm the fuck down, Violet. Jeeeesus.

I jumped for my phone when I realized it had been an hour and I hadn’t said anything back.

Thank you. That was beautiful. I adore it.

I prayed he would take my brevity as I meant it and not as a blow off.

You’re welcome, darling. Goodnight.

Damn, he had this shit down.

*****

So do I have you buttered up enough for phones sex yet or what?

I flushed a gawked at the text the following day, really looking forward to what this meant. I thought it was pretty early in the day for him to even be up, much less sending me texts like that, but….
Great, now I couldn’t stop thinking of him in his bunk...with morning wood….

Well, I’m at work right now, but I could call you tonight. And you know you don’t have to butter me up for phone sex.

I mean text sex, hon. About the time you get off work, I’ll be getting ready for a show. So I’ll start and you text me when you can.

My breath hitched as I waited.

My cock really misses being buried inside you. So tight and wet and inviting...willing.

His hot words had my thighs clenching together.
What if I...wasn’t willing?

So your dominance thing goes that far, hm? Want me to force myself on you?

Even though I had gone there first, I shivered when he actually spelled it out. Flashes of spicy hot role play ran through my mind. I’d always known it was weird, probably a little wrong. But it’s not like I actually wanted that….like anything else, it was play.

Would you like it? If I resisted?

It was getting hotter in here and I realized I really had to stop if I wanted to keep my job. So I slipped my phone in my pocket and turned it on silent, vowing I’d only check it the next time I had a private moment.

An hour and a half later, I went to the restroom and hurriedly got out my phone.

I’m not sure if I like the idea of you disobeying me. If I want you, you need to give yourself to me. Otherwise, things could get...ugly.

Ugly, hm? What if I turn the tables on you? Fight back until you’re the one giving yourself to me? I kind of like the idea of you spreading your legs for me.

I sent that with a wicked grin, pretty happy with myself. That thought was totally hot.

If you think you can pull it off, yes. I’d spread my legs for you.

Oh fuck god yes. Both a challenge and a tease.

It randomly escalated from there--both of us having to work, so the messages were intermittent and sexually frustrating. I was so hot and bothered by the time I got home, I immediately took matters into my own hands--letting him know I’d done so afterwards.

And of course, got a hot text back that he’d jerked off in the bus bathroom right after the show.

Man, was my life the awesomest.

***

Our texting was sometimes outright sext, sometimes just flirtatious. After his comments the other day, though, I couldn’t stop thinking about him under me, giving into me--the look in those green eyes when he handed me all the control over him. I’d been mulling it over ever since he’d left--how to do it, to what extent, when, exactly how to act. After days of torturing myself with these salacious details, I decided I wanted to do this the minute he got home. I could even make it all romantic-like. Make him dinner or something and then bam--dominatrix. It made me giddy as I kept thinking and planning--until it dawned on me that I’d have to play like I had a dick with someone who actually had one. Dammit. I was definitely going to have to practice.

So when Rhea texted me one evening, I found myself unable to resist.
After her initial “are you busy tonight?” kind of text, I began with a “that depends. My life is too busy for relationships, so it depends on why you’re asking.”
She insisted she was only looking for a good time again, so I relented.

It wasn’t until I was very close to coming, my fake phallus buried deep inside her under me, that it all came full circle that this was the terrible idea Jake had insisted it would be.
She was lost in the climax she was so close to--and I get that everyone says things in the heat of the moment they regret--but it was an emergency stop signal.

“Vi--god, you make me come so hard...I’ve never felt like this--”

I thrust harder to shut her up and it had the desired effect at least long enough to get her off. I came from watching her and immediately pulled out so she couldn’t cuddle up to me. As I unstrapped and sat on the edge of the bed, though, she settled behind me--hooking her arms around my waist.
Standing up, I huffed and raked a hand down my face. Maybe if I started getting dressed, she’d get the idea. I was wrong.

“Violet?”
“Yeah.”
She looked up at me with those big, hurting eyes and I did feel bad, but it didn’t change anything. Rhea stood, trying to be cute as she sauntered up to me, “Don’t you feel what this is between us? I’ve never had feelings for a woman before, but….don’t...don’t you want me?”
I held her gaze so she’d know I was serious, but also would see the softness in my eyes that meant I didn’t want to hurt her, “Ray, you’re hot as fuck--and you’re killer in the sack, but...I don’t have those kinds of feelings for you because, like I made very clear, I don’t do relationships.”

The second tears sprang to her eyes, she began angrily yanking on clothes, “You don’t wanna see what this is?! Fine! Have fun with your emotionless sex, slut!”
“Hey! There’s no need for name-calling here! I told you exactly what I wanted, it’s not my fault you caught feelings!” I kept my voice from yelling, but it did raise as I sternly pointed a finger back.
Rhea just balled her fists and grabbed her shoes, throwing an exasperated huff my way before slamming my front door.

Thank fuck that’s over. Damn.

***

It was a matter of days until Zack was home and one could say I was...antsy. Even though I’d had plenty of sex while he was gone, Ben was the only man I’d been with and that was only once. I was starting to try and occupy all my time so I didn’t think about him so damn much.
They would be home Monday, so by the time Megs called me Saturday, I was already a insomniatic fuck of a mess. I had a rare day off that I hadn’t really wanted to take, but who turns down having a Saturday off?

We sat in a downtown coffee place, way too early for me on a Saturday I wasn’t working. But like I said, I hadn’t been sleeping well.
I smirked at Megs, scoffing, “You look happier than I’ve probably ever seen you, girl. Get laid last night?”
She practically bounced in her seat, smiling the cutest smile, “Yes!” Leaning closer, she giggled, “I slept with Jake last night,” She held up her fingers, “Twice.”
I raised both brows, quirking a lip, “Nice. Please tell me he fucks like a stallion, it would be a shame to put that body to waste.”

Meaghan put a hand over her mouth, trying to keep from spitting out her coffee at my statement, “Um, yes. That is most definitely how I’d describe it….stallion...and I’m a converted cowgirl,” She blushed and sighed like a schoolgirl. Not even a moment later, though, she was looking me over, “You okay? You’re always so laid back and put together. No offense, but you look like shit.”

I grinned at the fact she was comfortable enough with me to say that, but what was I going to say--I’m really nervous about fucking your ex so hard he can’t walk the next day?

“Ohhhh,” She wagged a finger and laughed, giving me a naughty, know-it-all smirk, “The guys get home Monday, don’t they?”
My gaze fell as I cleared my throat, “Yeah…and I haven’t been with a guy in weeks.” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
She looked at me over her coffee cup, “On purpose?”
“Not really,” I shrugged, which was somewhat of a lie, “I just haven’t ran into any dudes that knock my socks off in the looks department. Especially when you took Jake off my hands,” I winked at her as I joked, “Ben had me over a few weeks ago, but since then it’s been all girls.” I curled a lip up, “All pussy and no dick makes Vi a dull girl.”

Megs laughed and shook her head, “Is he...seeing other people?”
I understood the inherent want to know that. While I figured I should tell her it’s none of her business, I knew the answer would take the heat off the idea that I was way too serious about Zack, “Yeah…” I nodded, “If by seeing you mean fucking. And, girls. He is straight, ya know.” I tried to say it as evenly as possible.
“You really believe that?” She pondered.
“Well, I believe him and Matt were just experimenting, and that it taught him that he prefers women. Val told me something interesting, that I assume you know about.”

Megs nodded, “The threesomes with Bri and Chelle?”
“Yeah. Were they….I mean...I have so many questions.” I chortled nervously.

“They were before we met. And at least from what he told me, it was all watching and trading off kind of stuff, not….the three of them at the same time kind of stuff.” She raised both brows at me, knowing what lots of people wondered about the two of them, “And not him and Brian.”

When I couldn’t help the disappointed exhale, she basically mocked me, “Are you really one of those girls? I’m not judging, but...Synacky? I never got it.”
I lowered my lashes, “I never did, either, until recently. I was never one of those girls that wondered about the two of them until...weeks ago…” A realization hit me and I decided I’d test my theory. I smiled devilishly as my voice deepened, “Think about it. Zack telling Brian how he’s going to take him and Brian screaming Zack’s name as Zack rocks his world. You’re telling me that isn’t hot?”

Meaghan’s doe eyes widened as her mouth dropped open and her cheeks flushed. Bingo.
“I….well, I...never really...thought about it that….damn.” She put a hand to her chest.

I snorted out a laugh, happy with myself that I wasn’t the only one, “That’s because you assumed Brian would be the one in charge and for you, that’s not as hot. But Zacky in charge is a whole other ballgame.” My sighing the last phrase was a little too girly and I turned crimson when I realized she had caught it.

But instead of making it awkward or calling me on it, she just clinked her coffee cup to mine, shaking her head, “That it is.”

**********



Ben slid his hand over the panties he’d just instructed me to change into.

“Violet, you just put these on and they’re soaked.” His voice cracked, despite the smooth exterior I knew he was doing his best to display. His finger only barely graced over the sensitive clit he’d tortured for so long now.

Edging seemed to be his thing, so I had texted him Sunday and asked if he was up for an afternoon of being the teacher. Not ready for being so involved from my end, I had found I most definitely did not have the patience for this. I had no idea how he did it.

For two and half of the longest hours of my life, Ben and I had gone through varied amounts of foreplay--some short, some longer, unpredictable amounts of time in between, all over his place. Going down on him in the kitchen, fingering me on the couch, fingering him on the couch, only kissing on his bed, him eating me out on the back deck, getting rimmed as I was leaned over the dining room table. But never--not once--did I get to come.

After around an hour and a half, when he’d just finished working me tortuously close with two fingers in my pussy, and on in my ass, and stopped, I choked back a gasp and fought the urge to pick something up of his and smash it against the wall.
“Shhh, baby, it’ll all be worth it--I promise…” Ben kissed the side of my neck before standing up from where he leaned over me on the kitchen table. He helped me up and his gray blue eyes gave me a sympathetic look when an actual tear escaped that I quickly brushed away, “Violet, don’t cry…” He kissed my lips softly and gave me a much longer break after that.

But at the end of those two and a half hours, he pointed towards his bedroom, “Go on. I bought you a little something I want to see you in. Change into it and wait for me at the end of the bed.”

The lingerie had fit perfectly and I had to admit he had great taste. He’d walked in the door in just jeans and commented on my wetness when a knock sounded at his front door.

“What the bloody hell…” He huffed, “Two seconds, love. Under no circumstances are you to touch yourself.” He warned and closed the door behind him.

I loved his place. It screamed bachelor and sex and it was so easily seductive. The lights that easily adjusted, the plush colors and fabrics…
I heard another deep male voice join Ben’s but they were muffled enough that I couldn’t make them out. But after a short conversation, the voices stopped and I waited for Ben to come back. He’d made it clear that the teasing was about to be over and I felt like my entire being buzzed with the anticipation of getting on with it.

Then the bedroom door opened.
My jaw dropped and my knees almost buckled. Ben walked in stark naked….followed by a stark naked Zacky.



Those green eyes I’d missed so much flashed as they locked with mine, electrifying the very air between us. No words were said as we walked to one another. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me into oblivion in only the way that he could. As we kissed, Ben came up behind me and ran his hands down my sides and just inside my hip bones, pulling me back against his erection. Zack broke the kiss and I leaned my head back on Ben’s shoulder, looking at the guitarist through hooded eyes as he studied us.

“You got here at the perfect time. We’ve been teasing each other for hours without any sort of release. I can’t wait to see her ignite. I’m sure I could use your help satisfying her. She is very...insatiable, and I just pushed her way past her limits…” He kissed just below my ear as my hand went back into his hair. I watched Zacky’s eyes get darker as his pupils dilated further. What I saw definitely wasn’t jealousy and was lust, as his eyes flicked between the two of us. His dick hardened and he stepped closer--pressing it to my abdomen.

“I think I can oblige. I know exactly what she wants.”

I knew I’d mentioned being in a devil’s threesome was at the very top of my bucket list, so he did know exactly what I wanted.
“Zack says he wants to watch us fuck first.” Ben informed me before guiding me away from the bed. At the other end of his bedroom from the bed was a long couch with a low table in front of it and this was where he laid me back. The cool, smooth wooden surface felt good against my heated skin. He was the king of doing it in all kinds of crazy places, probably my favorite thing about fucking him.
Ben knelt on the carpet and rubbered up, raising my knees as he teased his head over my begging entrance. Zack sat on the edge of the bed to watch us, already palming himself. The photographer slowly entered me inch by heavenly inch, and as he seated himself, I arched high off the table and finally came with a silent cry--wave following wave after being edged for so long.

“Good, isn’t it baby?” Ben leaned over and gathered me into his arms, kissing my face and neck as his hips began to roll. It definitely had been that. I wanted to focus on Zack, to look back into Ben’s pretty, light eyes, but I could barely see anything at all. Not long after Ben was pulling out and pushing back in, I was finishing again.
“Fuck yeah…” Ben breathed out, “Making you come is so much fun, Violet…”

I heard a dark chuckle sound from the bed and that’s when I finally looked over, our eyes locking as I got fucked. Little gasps and groans signaled that Ben was getting close. I was so worked up I felt like I could come a hundred more times and it would never be enough. He sat back up to get better leverage, grabbed onto my thighs, and fucked a little deeper. I whimpered and Ben gasped into orgasm, thrusting himself through the release.

He fell over me, gasping and kissing my neck, “Fuck that was so good…”

Footsteps padded across the floor and my eyes locked with Zack’s as he walked past Ben and sat down on the couch right next to us. One hand around his dick, he put the other one out towards me. As I looked up at Ben, he sat up and raked a hand through his own hair with a big grin, looking back at me before over at Zacky. Chuckling, he pulled out and stood up, walking off as my attention went to Vengeance.

Sitting in his lap as his bright green eyes stared up at me, I whispered, “I missed you.”
Pulling my lips almost down onto his, he stopped just short of kissing so he could continue holding my gaze as he husked out, “I missed you, too, my little runaway.”

We both grinned wide at the reference as our lips crashed together. I took his cock inside me as we both groaned. He felt so good naked, nothing between our hungrily meeting flesh.

“Oh, geesuz…” Zacky moaned and I clenched at the sound of his cracking voice in my ear. Leaning his head back on the couch, he watched me ride his excitement--one hand on my ass and one cupping my breast through the expensive lingerie, “Fuck yes…”

We both whipped our heads to the side when we heard the click of a camera. Ben stood there with a wicked grin on his face and nothing else on as he clicked away. I paused in Z’s lap as we looked warily back at one another. Soon, though, both our gazes sparked with kinky lust.

“Kinda hot…” The guitarist whispered.
“Uh-huh…” I moved my hands up his chest and started moving again, trying a little harder to look sexy for Ben’s art. When both of the lefty’s hands clenched into my asscheeks, helping me move up and down his shaft, I let my fingers roam into my own hair as I shuddered into release.
“Z-Zack--”

No sooner had I moaned his name, was I was being shoved under Zack on the couch, my thigh lifted to hook around his hips as he dipped himself into me.
“Oh, Violet--god--” He thrust hard, his dark bangs falling in his face as his lips pulled away from his teeth and his eyes shut tight. Knowing he’d have many more, I did my best to tighten as hard as I could, milking his first orgasm as another one of my own hit hard,

“Shit…” Zacky shoved into me as he came, gasping out as my fingers clutched at his flexing back.

When Vengeance had caught his breath, he left me and sat once again on the couch and I stood up when Ben walked towards me. Setting down the camera, he took me into his arms, “That was fucking hot,” He chuckled and we both agreed. When I kissed Ben, I saw out of my periphery that Zacky was stroking himself again.

Ben’s tongue delved deeply into my mouth before he pulled away and smoothed a hand over my hair. His lips curved up on one side as he gave a quick look out of the side of his gaze towards my other lover, “How does your boyfriend feel about men?”

The question made my breath hitch. Ignoring the comment that he was my boyfriend, I looked down into widening green eyes. Damn. Was I really this lucky?? I so very much wanted to watch them together, but I knew Zack was most likely not into that, “You’ll have to ask him.”

Ben let go of me and made careful movements towards Zack. The rhythmist paused his hand’s movement as he froze. Green gaze not moving from gray-blue, Zacky only watched in awe as Ben sauntered in front of him and slowly got down on his knees.

Oh. God. Yes.

The Brit only had to barely wave the hand away from his still rock hard dick before he swallowed it. As I watched, Zacky gave in much easier than I had anticipated. Head falling back again, his eyes closed and his hand went into Ben’s hair. I inhaled in shock and lust when his other hand went into the long, curly hair and quiet Ben escaped his mouth.

Watching the scene was even hotter in reality than it had been in my head and for a very hot minute I just stared. Zack was clearly enjoying himself and I could even tell Ben was. The photographer moaned around the cock and let his hands start roaming over the tightening body under him.
“God that feels good…” Vengeance admitted and he got a muffled affirmation in return.

Carefully picking up the expensive camera, I tentatively moved closer, taking my own pictures now. Both their eyes looked straight into the camera and I caught it with a smile, thinking these would be so great to have when Zack was on tour. After a lusty look into the lens, the green eyes closed again, and I got a wonderful snap of his closed eyes and open mouth as he moaned.

Ben’s mouth popped off Zack’s cock as he started stroking him and moved down to his balls. I watched through the lens of the camera, snapping a few more as his shaft was swallowed again. I set down the camera and moved to the couch beside them, sitting up on my knees so I could look down into Zacky’s face. He barely opened his eyes, desperate green slits gazing up at me before I lowered my lips to his. Once his lips opened to mine, a moan sounded into my mouth as our tongues pressed and played.

He cupped my face with one hand, the other still in Ben’s hair, “This what you want, baby? You like watching him go down on me?”
I nodded with a smile, biting my lip coyly as I glanced down and back up at him, “Is it good?” I cooed.
“Yeah it’s good…” Z whispered hoarsely, his eyelids fluttering closed again, “So good…”
Ben’s hands wound around Zack’s waist and up his back, supporting him as he started to arch back and tense. The guitarist’s hands left us and clenched at the couch as choked off cries left his mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Ben…” Zacky groaned through clenched teeth. Both of us expected him to be stroked through it but watched in awe as the photographer swallowed Zack’s orgasm. Vengeance yelped and moaned as Ben finished him off, feeding the raging fire within me.

My lefty pulled me with both hands into his lap as soon as the other man stood up. As I straddled him my lips met his and our passion ignited once again. Our kiss deepened and I felt lips kiss slowly across my back. When he got to my spine and started down it, my entire body tensed as I shuddered. My head fell back after my mouth left Zack’s, my lips parting as I gasped.
Vengeance’s lips moved across my cleavage, “What was that?” He chuckled. Ben continued and it felt like tiny lightning bolts shot out from my back wherever his lips moved.
“Apparently her spine is an erogenous zone we’ve somehow both missed.” The Brit chuckled as well.
“Now, what a shame. We’ll just have to make up for it…” Zacky moved to my neck, palming my breasts with both hands. Ben knelt so he could get to my lower back and reached down between my legs, middle fingers stroking over my clit. I was quickly becoming a fireball ready to explode from too many sensations. Zack slid two fingers into me and I whimpered in need, so overcome I couldn’t even climax. Holding me still by the hip with one hand, the other hand retreated and teased over my tighter hole.

My eyes snapped open and immediately locked onto Zack’s, the sure-fire, dominant look in them shutting me silent.
“This is really what you want, isn’t it, baby?” His green eyes fired seductively and any coherent thought I may have had left, skittered away as he pushed both fingers up. I couldn’t control my body at all, so I was glad that Ben grabbed onto my other hip--both of them steadying me as my world got rocked. Tongue at my back, finger on my clit and two in my ass--I came hard, shuddering silently for so long I thought I’d never come down.

Both boys laughed quietly and soon I was being lifted in Zack’s arms and carried over to the bed. Cuddling behind me, the rhythmist unhooked my bra and threw it behind him. Slowing things down, he softly kissed my shoulders--taking his time working me back up. As he cupped my breast from behind me, his lips moved between my shoulder blades--gently stoking the fire via the zone Ben had just discovered.
The photographer’s hands massaged over my body from where he had settled in front of me--clinging to my sides as his mouth nipped at my nipple and then opening my thighs as his lips made their way down over my skin.

“Ben--ah, god--” I moaned when he licked me. Vengeance held my leg up so the other male could explore my sex, and I continued to jolt with pleasure as his tongue found me and dove in. Zack stopped with his tongue, but traced a finger up the middle of my back--just barely touching me so that it left a tingly trail in its wake that caused me to arch and gasp.

I was pulled back against his strong chest again as his sexy, raspy voice met my ear, his warm breath causing mine to hitch, “Damn, baby, I’ve been dying to be in that tight ass again. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Me in your ass and Ben in that wet, beautiful pussy?” He bit at my ear as I melted back into him. Zacky started hurriedly looking around for protection when a packet was offered to him by Ben as he still went down on me.

The guitarist laughed lightly, “Thanks, dude.” As he slid it on and lubed up a little extra, he soothed over my hair with his free hand. The incredibly skilled tongue inside me pulled back, nudging over my engorged bud. I whimpered and my hand went into Ben’s curly locks as Zack spread my cheeks and pushed inside me.

Vengeance let out a muffled grunt as I writhed and whimpered. Ben held on, and by the time Zack had worked himself all the way in, the photographer was tasting my orgasm.

The release felt wonderful, but with the lefty buried deep and hard inside me, I was still less than satisfied. The Brit laid next to us, a lazy smirk on his face as he toussled his hair and licked his lips.
I could hear the little struggled noises behind me as Zack tried to control himself and the look on Ben’s face made him look all the cuter. Reaching between my legs, he palmed Zack’s sac and I felt the guitarist flinch and groan up against me.

“Duuuude…” He breathed out, leaning his forehead against the back of my neck. Ben smiled handsomely, a look of satisfaction on his face from pleasuring both of us. He ran a finger down my cheek, but before he could even ask if I was ready for him, I put both hands to his jawline and pulled his lips down on mine. Curling a leg around his hip, I pulled the rest of his body closer.
Ben’s lips moved to my ear, “You sure you’re ready, Vi? You ever done this before?”
I shook my head no, but my eyes begged back at him, my body alive with the want he’d been simmering for hours.

Zacky grunted behind me, fingers digging into my hips, “Ben, please just fuck her already. I'm dying to feel it here…”
I watched the gray-blue eyes lock with the ones I couldn’t see and then I felt Ben’s steel length part my inner lips. My body was resistant, already full of someone else. He pushed forward, his head finally slipping inside me. In one smooth thrust, he was all the way in--my cries filling the air. As I struggled, so did they.

Ben’s eyelids fluttered as his hips moved slightly, “Bloody hell, Violet….god, that’s tight…”
“Fuck…” Zacky tried to breathe on my other side, “I can feel him up against me...shit…” One hand fisted desperately in my hair and the other harder at my hip. I knew he was trying not to fuck me yet, but I felt him pull back and thrust in, making Ben lose control.
“No shit...god that’s amazing…”

Having them both fall apart around me helped pull me through the overwhelming urge to push one of them away. I wanted this so badly, wanted them both to the point of sanity, yet finally having them both inside me at the same time was making me rethink my boundaries. I guess no amount of toys can prepare you for the real thing.

“Violet, c’mon baby, you can do this--” Vengeance hissed through his teeth. As much as I needed their doting attention right now to make me relax, make me feel something other than the pain of being pushed too far--having them both so wrecked, so beyond help that they could hardly move was just what I needed to snap me out of it. I took a deep breath and made Ben kiss me, which then snapped him out of it. He realized I was being ignored and cradled my face in his hand as his lips pried mine apart. As his fingers drifted down my neck, over the swell of my chest--he rolled his hips.

“Ahhhh, fuck…” My voice cracked, the moan edgy and whispered. My body went from too tight from taking them, to relaxing to let them in, to tightening again as ecstasy crashed through every nerve in my body. Both my arms went around Ben’s neck as my hands fisted his hair. I tried to breathe, but it was hard due to the desire tightening into a ball inside me. Burying my face in his neck, I cried in pleasure when Ben pulled farther out. When he pushed in, Zack pulled out.

“Holy christ--” The guitarist at my back shuddered when their moves moved them against one another inside me. Our noises echoed off the walls as all three of us raced towards the checkered flag. I just lay there helplessly, letting them fuck me because I was officially useless, hanging onto Ben for dear life. Lost in the sea of pleasure, soft kissing noises lifted me above water.
Opening my eyes, I found Ben kissing Zack above me.

My mouth dropped open as I watched Zacky slowly kiss back, their hands reaching across me to touch each other as they deepened the kiss. For the love of all things sexy. Their rhythm continued and my climax ripped through me with almost no warning. I tried to keep quiet so they wouldn’t stop, but I couldn’t help the choked off whimper as I came violently, all over Ben.

“For the love of--ah, god--fucking hell, Violet, uh--” Ben looked down as I squirted, tears coming to my eyes it was so overwhelmingly incredible, and he threw his head back--finding his own release as he groaned and worked himself into me through his ropes.

“Vi--shit--” Zacky yanked hard at my hair, pulling me back against him as he shoved forward into my ass. Wonderful little gasps left his plush lips right at my ear as he came. I could feel him pulsing into me as his arm snaked around me tightly and it all made the incredible moment suddenly intimate.

I hadn’t even realized that Ben had slipped out of me and now watched us leaned up on an elbow. My eyelids fluttered open as a small smile claimed my lips.
“Fuck that was so rad…” Zacky mumbled and we all chuckled lightly.

“You’ve...never?” Ben lightly touched my cheek.
“No…” I sighed in contentment, “It’s been at the top of my bucket list for awhile...and Zacky knows that.”
I heard and felt the rumble of his laugh against my back, “That’s actually why I was here. I wanted to surprise you with a proposition: I watch you fuck to make sure I’m okay with it and we go from there.”
“You seem okay with it,” I grinned, inwardly giddy that we’d both planned sex surprises for one another.
“That I am. You, my sexy minx, are worth whatever me giving you everything you want takes,” Zacky held me closer and I felt my heart actually sigh. Down, girl. You’re just happy to see him.

“Careful, you know I will take advantage of that.” Even though I was talking to Z, I looked up into Ben’s satisfied gray-blue eyes, loving the playfully sated look in them.

Zacky only nuzzled my neck, mumbling against my skin, “I don’t fucking care.”

“Alright, enough pillow talk you two. Don’t ruin it for the third wheel,” He smiled sideways and waved us out of bed.
We both winced when Zack pulled out. He pulled the condom off, “Hopefully I can fucking stand after that. Not sure about walking or driving, either.”

All three of us dressed and Ben made sure we were hydrated before we left, kissing both of us goodbye--making Zack blush a deep crimson as he shut the door.

“That was hot.” I teased him.
He laughed that embarrassed laugh that made my heart skip with how adorable he could be, “Could we...talk about that later?” He ran a hand through his hair before turning his green eyes on me.
“There’s a lot of things I want to do later, none of them involve talking.” I arched a brow.
Zack backed me up against my car and lowered his lips to my ear, his voice deep and seductive, “Are you sure? I bet I could talk you off if you let me.”

Goddamn.

I just got fucked by two guys at once and this one already has my embers catching fire again, with a simple phrase and his body against mine. Well, fine. If he wasn’t done, neither was I. Time for my plan to go into action.

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Notes

No words? Yeah, me neither.....huminhuminazackbenyes.

Ever notice that Zack likes to use the word "rad"? I have! ; )

Just wait til the next chapter.... : )