Three Rockstars of Sin

“She’s going to fucking kill me.” Hudson groaned. “Can you die from coming too much?”

The hard dick jerked in my hand, a small spurt wetting my palm. A moan escaped my lips as I leaned back onto the bedspread, eyes closed.

This was heaven. I had a dick in my mouth, and another in my hand. Where was the other? My right hand reached around blindly, grasping at air.

But nothing came.

Because the men cared about me.

“She’s tired,” came a low, masculine voice. “Let her rest up.” Who said that? I couldn’t tell who because my eyes were closed and they all sounded so similar. The dick in my mouth drizzled over my tongue sweetly, as I swallowed and moaned softly once more.

But the male voices kept talking.

“Yeah, our girl is sleepy. Let’s go and let her get some rest.”

The cock in my mouth popped out of my mouth. No!

An unhappy mewl escaped my mouth, and I reached for it, trying to find my lucky joystick. Fortunately, a dark chuckle rumbled through the room and the shaft slid between my lips again, rubbing over my tongue.

Hmmm. Perfect.

My eyes fell closed.

“She’s such a natural cock slut,” a male tone from somewhere above me. “I love it.”

By now, I was so tired that the voices were blending in my head. And yet happiness coursed through my exhausted body, my form floating on a cloud.

“When we fuck her pussy, she’s going to love it too,” another male rasped.

“And you’ll be in heaven.”

“We’ll be in heaven.”

“Shit. I can’t wait,” came that hoarse, desperate tone.

But another stepped in, commanding and dominant.

“But we will wait.”

“Until tomorrow then.”

My eyelids refused to lift so I could see exactly what was going on. But spicy, masculine scents permeated the haze surrounding my brain, and I sucked happily on the cock in my mouth.

So good. So warm. So delicious.

Because there was no place else in the world but here with the three rock stars. Touching them. Feeling them. Smelling them. The raven-haired men were perfect.

And they cared about me. They could have fucked me silly, and I would have screamed with ecstasy. I would have opened my pussy for them, even let them use my ass if that’s what they wanted.

But these three alphas are more than ravaging monsters. They’re real men. They care about me as sweet female exploring new things in life.

And they want me to be comfortable.

Safe.

Coddled and petted, a precious gem lying on a cushioned altar.

Because Gunner, Brody and Hudson have become my knights in shining armor now … and I can’t imagine going back to any other life.7HudsonKate’s the best thing that’s ever happened to the band. Because we’ve been pretty depressed the last couple months. Again, it was the endless screaming. The endless touring. Playing the same songs over and over again, just in a different city.

But with Kate, it’s different. She’s like a breath of fresh air, a rejuvenating wind. With our sweet girl, suddenly we’re three alphas refreshed and ready, the wind at our backs.

Shit.

It’s incredible.

Who knew one teen girl could do this for us?

But it’s real, alright.

I haven’t felt this good since Hard Fought had its first hit.

And now that we were on the plane again, I couldn’t focus without my best girl at hand. Where was our beautiful brunette?

Brody had given me some lyrics to check out but the worlds melted into one another before my eyes like ants marching across the page.

“Can’t think?” Mase grunted, grinning at me.

That guy was always smiling. I liked that about him. But anyone who mistook his smiles for weakness was wrong to do so. Because Gunner was quick to grin and make things fun at a party, but he was also the first to raise fists if shit was going down. Oh yeah, this guy is a beast beneath that friendly exterior.

“Yeah, where is she?” I asked, annoyed as hell. “I’m trying to go over these lyrics but every time a rhythm hits my brain, it all stops. Because of her.”

There was no need for us to even mention her name. We were thinking about the same girl, and it wasn’t one of the groupies in the front row.

“I know what you mean. I fucked up a few notes at the last show because I was thinking about her. She’s sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Gunner admitted. “Wanna hand me those lyrics? I’ll see if I can think of a beat for you to work with. Maybe that’ll help.”

We still had to work, but Kate was making it difficult, if not impossible.

“Sure thing,” I replied, handing him the piece of paper with Brody’s musical poetry. “Good luck, though. It’s gonna be hard because every time I close my eyes, I see those massive tits. Fuck.”

Silence for a moment, as we thought.

“She’s definitely the hottest chick that ever sucked me off,” Brody said slowly. “Way hotter than our other assistants—better at the job too. She actually shows up with towels and water when she’s supposed to. Not that I care. She could do jack shit and I’d still want her around.”