He laughed, the vibration of his tongue adding to the pleasure starting to build and making me whimper. Ezra put pressure on the back of my head, lowering my mouth to his. I kissed the drummer, pushing past his lips and tasting his need with the frantic swipes of my tongue.
Frantic. That’s what we were. I wondered if they had thought about our impending separation as much as I had, and if a part of them was already saying goodbye. How many more nights like this would we have? What if this was our last?
Cole pulled away, placed his thumb over my clit, and pushed a finger up my ass. My thoughts were wiped blank, replaced by battling currents of pain and pleasure. “Fuck,” I growled against Ezra’s mouth.
“He’s getting you ready for me this time,” Ezra murmured.
“How thoughtful,” I whispered with a grin.
The drummer released my hair and scooted up on the bed until his cock pointed at my mouth. He propped himself up on his elbows, meeting my lustful gaze with his own. “I want to watch you take me in your mouth.” His abs flexed with anticipation as I licked the drop of pre-cum off his fat tip and lowered my mouth onto his cock.
He pumped into my mouth while Cole worked me into a breathless frenzy with his fingers. The orgasm started from a single point deep inside my core before expanding and consuming every part of me. I moaned as I came, and Ezra pulled me off him to kiss the sounds right out of my mouth.
They switched spots and positioned my body until I was sitting on top of Cole, his hard ridge pressed against the wetness between my legs. The sight of the handsome bassist beneath me made me forget to breathe. I took him in slowly, loving the drama playing out across his flushed face as he watched himself disappear inside of me. He gripped my breasts, squeezing the nipples hard enough to hurt just as Ezra nudged me from the back with his lubed-up tip.
I hinged at my hips, lowering myself onto Cole and pressing my breasts against his chest to give Ezra better access. The thought of being filled by both of them at the same time never failed to elicit a frisson, no matter how many times we’d done it by now.
Ezra gripped the back of my neck and pushed in. We moaned in near unison, the friction of their cocks was impossibly perfect against every nerve ending inside of me.
“God, that’s good.” Ezra’s voice was rough. “It’s so tight.”
I remembered to breathe. “Can you feel Cole through me?”
“Oh yeah,” he groaned.
“Are you ready?” the bassist asked, his hand rubbing circles over my back.
“Yes.” I clenched around them, and they both hissed.
“How are you so fucking perfect?” Cole asked, beginning to thrust beneath me as Ezra did the same above. “How can you feel so goddamn good?” Under the lust there was something broken in his voice.
Ezra’s hand clamped down harder on my neck, pushing my cheek flush against Cole’s chest.
“I don’t know,” I blubbered into the dark patch of hair covering his pecs. “I don’t know.”
We fucked until everything I imagined came true. By the time my second orgasm crested, I was a pile of soft muscle and vibrating limbs, incapable of speaking or thinking about anything other than the divine sensation of being pressed between the two of them.
Ezra followed right behind me, pulling out and coming on my lower back in hot spurts. When Cole met his release, he gripped my face between his hands, the gold flakes in his eyes glistening like the surface of a lake on a cool summer night.
“Where have you been all our lives?”
“Here,” I answered simply, still descending from my high.
“The answer to everything,” Ezra whispered, trailing his fingers down my spine. “Right here in our old home town.”
I shut my eyes. It was still my home, but for them it was just a memory. A postcard they’d pulled out to look at for a while before they’d bury it back in the box.
Cole’s fingers trailed my cheek. “Whenever we’re together, I know everything will work out just fine.”
How badly I wanted to believe his words. But I knew that a moment this perfect could be no more than a dream.
ABEL
Well, fuck. Somehow, I went from trying to keep Adeline away from the band to agreeing to ask her to join us.
If that wasn’t some voodoo shit, I didn’t know what was.
As much as I didn’t want to admit it aloud, the bastards had a point. As we neared the last few days of working together on the record, it was obvious to any idiot that she helped bring the chaos that was our personalities together.
