Page 91 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

“Tell him you want his hands on your tits,” I tell her.

She swallows.

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

“Yes.” She whimpers. “I want you to play with my tits.”

“Fucking hell, Kels.” He angles himself to face her and Kodiak before reaching across to slip his hand inside the neckline of her dress. He cups one of her breasts. Kneads it.

The moan she releases when he brushes her nipple makes my cock hard.

I lock eyes with him. “Perfect tits, right?”

“A good fucking handful,” he growls.

Her breaths become short, choppy things. Her scent is everywhere. She grinds on Kodiak’s lap like she needs to be filled.

But that’s not going to happen. He’s not getting his cock in her. Her sweet pussy is mine alone. “Kodiak, put those fingers to good use and rub her clit.”

His gaze on her is questioning. “Scary Girl?”

She spreads her knees for him. “I want you to touch me.”

He turns to me.

“Do it,” I growl.

Her urgent fluttery cry when his hand slides up the inside of her thigh to do as told makes my cock weep. She braces herself with a hand on his chest as the sinew in his forearm flexes between her legs with each move his fingers make.

Fucking hell, all this time I’ve been telling them to keep their hands off her when ordering them to pleasure her turns her on so fucking much. It’s hotter than hell.

I press my face into the side of hers. “You want to kiss Golden, Little Vandal? You want to let him taste you while Bronx plays with your tits and Kodiak makes you come? You want to be the bands favorite little whore?”

She cries out. “Yes.”

I crook a finger at Golden. He doesn’t question it like Kodiak and Bronx. Getting up, he moves around to our other side. He bites her bottom lip and tugs on it with his teeth.

Bronx puts his mouth to the bare area of her chest above her neckline and starts to kiss and lick.

Her cries grow more frequent until Golden shuts her up by shoving his tongue in her mouth.

She reaches for me, grabbing my arm and digging her claws into my skin. Breaking off the kiss with Golden, she tips her head up. Begging with her eyes and those swollen, pillowy lips for more from me.

“Ten minutes,” Coffey calls from outside the door as the road manager raps on it, reminding us it’s almost time to go on stage.

“You heard him,” I tell Kodiak in between devouring Kelsey’s needy noises with deep, dirty kisses. “Make her fucking come.”

Golden and I share her mouth. Letting her frantic neediness dictate which one of us she wants. We’ve shared groupies before, but it hasn’t been like this. Usually there’s ten of them to the four of us. Kelsey in the middle of this... it’s something else entirely.

She stiffens when she comes. Cries into my mouth as she clings to me, riding Kodiak’s finger on her clit until she can’t take another swipe.

Her orgasm breaks our hive like trance. The air becomes thick with an almost nervous energy. Golden gets up and goes to grab a beer from the table of supplies. Bronx adjusts himself and moves to the far end of the couch, grabbing his phone.

Kodiak removes his hands from their place beneath Kelsey’s clothing placing them flat on the couch as I scoop her up and carry her over to the other couch, so that it’s just her and me. I keep her on my lap, both my arms encompassing her. Holding her close and safe while she comes back to earth. It’s the only thing I can do after that. What I want to do is make her brace against the leather while I yank down her panties and remind us all that my cock is the one she’s going to be taking.

“Show time.” Coffey sticks his head into the room this time. His long hair is shoved up in a bun. If he notices the energy in the room, he doesn’t let on. “Five minutes. We good?”

“Perfect,” Bronx says.