Social Distortion, My Chemical Romance, Pixies, The Cure… Wow, my finger hovered excitedly, unsure what to choose next. I paused on a cover song by Guns N’ Roses.
“Live and Let Die” was poignant, classic, and man oh man, I could sing my heart out to it. But would the lyrics be too much reality so soon after our discussions of fate and prophecy?
Screw it. I tapped play.
The sonic trill of the vocals warbled through the speaker, and a shudder shimmied over me. Ahhh, I really loved this song.
Roark jerked his head toward me. “You’re fecking morbid.” He set the bottle of whiskey on the floor and reached for the phone. “Give me that.”
I rolled to my stomach and buried it beneath me, unintentionally muffling the music in the blankets. “It’s a great song. I’ll sing it for you.”
A hand closed around my ankle, and I glanced over my shoulder as Jesse yanked me down the bed. I tightened my grip on the phone and belted the chorus, laughing.
“You’re acting the maggot, ye dirty cow.” Roark rolled me over and tried to pry the device from my hands. “And ye sing worse than Axl Rose.”
“Hey! I love Axl’s voice.” I sang louder and fought off his grabby hands, grinning defiantly.
Jesse crawled up my body and buried his face between my legs, his hot exhale soaking through the cotton of my shorts.
“Ohhh fuck.” My inner muscles clamped down and spread a burst of pleasure outward, quivering down my legs and shivering across my skin.
Out of the corner of my eye, Michio leaned against the wall, watching us from beneath hooded brows.
Roark plucked the phone from my hands, and the song switched back to Dropkick Murphys.
Jesse propped his chin on my mound, his expression full of satisfaction. “You’re too easy.”
I blew a lock of hair out of my face. “You play dirty.” Holding his gaze, I rolled my hips. “But since you’re down there…”
The phone landed somewhere above my head, and Roark’s mouth crashed down over mine. The plunge of his tongue sparked a pulsing fire between my legs. I bit at his lips, meeting his lashing kiss with the same urgency, my arms twining around his shoulders.
Jesse yanked my shorts off and pressed my knees to my shoulders, spreading my thighs and exposing me to his gaze. The cool air chilled the wetness of my arousal, but in the next pounding heartbeat, his hot mouth replaced the chill, his tongue laving at me hungrily.
The combined sensations of Roark’s tongue in my mouth and Jesse’s tongue in my pussy surged through me, consuming me. I slid my mouth away from Roark and reached my arm out, searching for Michio. But he was already there, his warm breaths coating my neck as his palm slid beneath my t-shirt.
My nipples hardened, and my hands wandered frantically, stroking heated muscle and grabbing hold of soft hair. I closed my eyes, marveling at how well I could differentiate them. Some of the variances were bold, like the whiskey taste of Roark’s mouth and the velvety-soft feel of Michio’s hairless face. But I could also identify the coarser texture of Jesse’s hair, the callouses on Roark’s fingers from the sword, and the exotic fragrance of Michio’s skin.
With my knees held against my shoulders by Roark and Michio, Roark caressed his mouth down my body, shoving my shirt to my neck as he went. Michio’s lips moved in, his kiss gentler, more cautious, one hand holding my knee near my face, the other framing my cheek.
I licked at his lips and sucked on his tongue, encouraging him. But he seemed to be holding back, suggesting his uncertainty about our foursome and all the shit from the past month lingered too close to his mind. I tried to keep his focus right here with us, moving my hands to the angular lines of his face and kissing him with every shred of love and desire I felt for him.
The path of Roark’s mouth momentarily distracted me as he bit at my breasts, nibbled down my belly, and joined Jesse at my opening.
My body sank into the mattress as need roughened my kisses and weighed down my limbs like a heady drug.
Michio pulled back and stared down my body, his heavy-lidded eyes taking in the view of Jesse and Roark fucking me with their mouths, their tongues sliding together and tangling inside me.
They dipped in and out, dragging soft, warm lips through my folds, their stubble abrading my inner thighs. I cried out, grinding against their mouths, my whole body reaching for them and my pussy constricting around their tongues, overstimulated and seeping with desire. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt.
I clutched at Michio’s strong neck and guided his lips back to mine. I needed to come. Fuck, I was dying to release on their tongues. I rocked my hips while inhaling Michio’s breaths, tasting his mouth. Roark’s grunts and Jesse’s nibbling teeth made me hotter, wetter, more needful, and I whimpered against Michio’s mouth. Dammit, if one of them didn’t sink into me soon, I’d go crazy.