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She belts out, unaccompanied, growling words to the audience about not being one to walk behind someone, despite what they’ve got going below the belt. They scream in appreciation. The music starts up and they fall into sync singing Little Mix’sPower.
The other two stay on the stage, singing their parts as Elle makes her way onto the dance floor, hyping everyone up and encouraging dancers. I hardly register that there are a couple of staff members tracking to the stag group seemingly giving instructions. My girl is a vision.Ourgirl. Her hips wiggle, her tits jiggle and her hands wonder, stroking down a chest here or pushing into hair there. Each touch she gives someone else has this primal instinct in me pushing to the surface. I want to tear her away from their devouring eyes and keep her locked away for our pleasure. But I don’t. Obviously.
She comes to stand in front of us, Lance in particular as she sings the first line. She turns to Hayden, glancing to his crotch with a raised brow as she sings the corresponding line and hesmirks back at her. She turns on her heel and presses her back to my front, slowly sliding down. Singing about how I may be a man but she has power, which I most certainly cannot deny right now. Once she’s crouched low to the floor, she pushes back up, rising slowly and leaning forward so her near naked arse is perfectly on display for me. She presses it back firmly into my cock, which is in danger of becoming painfully hard in front of all these people. She spins round again, backing away from us but reaches one hand out as she sings just for us. She leaves us with a wink while the others take over singing and she dances her way over to the stags.
“Holy fucking Hell,” Hayden says on an exhale.
Yep.
The song seems to stop suddenly and the stags rush into action, grabbing the groom and wrestling him to the floor until two of his friends pin him down by outstretched arms. Elle stands over him, one foot either side of his hips and speaks into her mic while looking down at him with a wicked smile.
“You’re gonna want to stay still for this, sweetie.”
His friends laugh and the three singers all start their percussive dance once more. In perfect unison, two of them on stage and Elle stood over the guy outstretched on the floor, they stomp their feet, beat their chests, and clap their hands. Elle’s feet move from the outside of his legs to inside, stamping her heel eye wateringly close to the guy’s crotch. He flinches a couple times and his friends roar with laughter.
When the music starts up again, the girls dance. Sexy as fuck dancing that you could expect at a strip club, or a music video only allowed to be shown after the watershed. The girls on the stage dropped to their knees, rolled their hips and dry humped the floor. And Elle does the same. Except Elle is straddling the guy on the floor. Her pussy rubs against his fly as she follows the routine, her tits thrust in his face until she leans right back and scrape her hand through her hair like she is riding him. I’d been feeling sorry for the guy a moment ago and now I am just about ready to disembowel him. One glance to my left and I see Lance sneering at the man on the floor and Hayden’s eyes have gone from a light sage green to a dark emerald as he stares daggers atthe groom. My blood roils in my veins, my body jittering with the possessive fury coursing through me.
At once, all three of the girls jump up and stomp their feet once. They sing the bridge once more, making crude gestures when referencing what’s being packed down south. Elle re-joins her group on stage as they finish, and the crowd erupts. Everyone is cheering, clapping, and bouncing except for the three of us, still seething.
The lights go out and the girls disappear. The groom is allowed up and the arsehole holds his hands over his crotch, his friends are delirious. After a couple of minutes, all three girls come out from behind the stage and join the crowd, accepting praise and stopping for photos. They mingle with the stag group, posing with them for pictures and kissing their cheeks and laughing at what I am sure are not funny jokes. I glare at them. One of the stags puts his arms around Elle’s shoulders and whispers into her ear. Someone may die tonight. She throws her head back on a laugh and shakes her head at him, gesturing toward the three of us who all give him the death stare. He pulls an impressed face and bows out.
Elle waves at the group and breaks away, heading straight toward us with a big smile. She throws her arms around Lance but his expression is steel. He grips her head and slams his mouth to hers, a display of possession and dominance. I keep staring down the fuckers still daring to watch her.
“Whoah, easy there, lover boy,” she giggles as he releases her. Looking between us, her eyes narrow. “What’s going on? You guys okay?”
“What the fuck was that?” Hayden scowls at her and she jerks back at his tone. It is unlike Hayden to lose his cool at anything. Her surprise is warranted.
“Excuse me?”
Something in me is about to snap, I lace my fingers through hers and pull her toward the staff door. “Dressing room, now.”
42
ELLE
“That will not happen again,” Lance pushes the door of our little backstage dressing room open and holds it for me. I walk straight through, striding into the middle of the room and put my hands on my hips, fully aware of how good I look right now.
“Listen to me, Lance Preston, you do not dictate to me what I can and can’t do.” I put as much venom in my voice as I can muster but if I’m being honest with myself, I’m enjoying this jealousy and possessiveness…as long as I ultimately get my way. “This is my job and I happen to love it.”
“That guy walked away with a boner that must have been causing pain, Elle. Excuse us for not being too happy.” Hayden leans against the closed door with his arms crossed against his chest and a sour look on his face, which I’m finding totally adorable. He does not find my smirk amusing and narrows his eyes at me.
“There’s going to have to be some compromise here, princess.” Brent stalks toward me as I back away until the backs of my thighs hit the dressing table. “You. Belong. To. Us.” He stops when his front is pressed to mine.
My breathing hitches and I dart a look to Lance and Hayden over Brent’s shoulder, their gazes darken, lust and desire burning into me. “All of you?” I ask Brent, wanting him to confirm it. He nods slowly, his stare hooded, and I feel my body tingle in anticipation. “Show me,” I breathe. “Show me I’m yours; all of yours.”
Brent dips his head to mine, taking my face in his palms and kissing me. He starts soft and gentle, his lips moving languidly against mine and his tongue teasing at my lips but as I melt into him, he pushes harder against me and licks at my tongue in earnest. I grab onto his t-shirt for balance as my knees shake in my effort to get closer to him, I’m practically climbing him.
He pulls away with a rare but brilliant smile that I can’t help but return as my chest heaves with my panting breaths. Placing soft, open-mouthed kisses on the corner of my lips, my cheek and then just below my ear, he slips around me until he stands behind me. I watch in eager anticipation as Hayden and Lance step forward, stopping in front of me and each lowering their heads to kiss and nibble at the side of my neck. I am surrounded by masculine energy and the mixed scents of my three favourite people. My pussy floods with arousal and I take a shaking breath to steady myself, wanting to absorb every moment.
Brent plants a soft kiss to each of my shoulder blades before painfully slowly lowering the zip of my corset, his knuckle trailing behind against my naked skin. Hayden takes my face in his hands and rubs my cheeks with his thumbs.
“You had a four-way before, baby?” he asks with a wicked glint in his eye. Brent grunts a disapproval behind me, clearly unhappy with the thought that I’ve done this before.
I can’t help the wide smile that spreads across my face. “Not in the literal sense, but I’ve played this out in my head many a lonely night.”
“Oh yeah?” He raises an eyebrow at me while smirking that sexy-as-fuck smirk at me. “And what happens next?”
“Well, first Lance will get on his knees and make me come with his mouth.” I can feel Lance’s smile against my neck as he continues to kiss me there. He obliges my desires, sinking gently to his knees, he doesn’t rush in unfastening my shoes then slipping them from my feet and pulling my pants to the floor for me to step out of. Hooking his fingers into the top of my tights, he peels them off my legs and finally strips me of my underwear. I stand completely naked in front of three fully dressed men who all keep their hands on me.
