My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Then Katy came in blowing all of my pre-conceived notions out of the water.

With the brunette, life was good. Being onstage wasn’t the most exciting part about our lives when she was around. Our princess couldn't get enough

of our personalities, and it was hot as hell.

She was innocent, yet she knew exactly what we needed.

So why would we let someone like her go?

“We fucked up,” I finally ground out. But opposition was in the works. Nick jerked his head away from the window, anger simmering right below the surface.

“Shut up. It was the right thing to do,” he growled. But then the repressed rage got the better of him and the man let out a loud, “Shit!” Roaring like a wild animal, he slung his hand back and smashed the bottle of whiskey into the side of the plane. Glass flew everywhere. The strong smell of the spilled liquor rushed through the cabin and seared my nose hairs.

“Fuck, dude! Chill!” I stared the spreading stain on the wall of the plane.

What was with this drama? Fuck it. After all, it’d been his idea to leave Katy. I hadn’t wanted to, and it had been Nick who’d forced us to hew to the original plan.

After all, Katy was a good girl. She deserved stability. Marriage to an adoring husband. A normal life. We couldn't give her any of that. Nick was right, but that didn’t change the fact that it hurt like hell.

A noise like the sound of an animal in pain came from the window. Mason twisted to look at me, then down the cabin at Nick.

“We didn't have to do it like that.” His normally easygoing face looked hard enough to smash glass like Nick had just done. “Yeah, she deserves better than three guys who use women left and right, but she also deserves better than to be abandoned in some fucking hotel room like unwanted trash.”

He was right. It had been amazing with the beautiful brunette, but it was more than that. Emotion was thick in the air, our very presence quivering in the vicinity of the beautiful girl. Love and adoration permeated every touch, our voices husking whenever we spoke to the beautiful girl.

Shit! Now, the grief burned in my gut like poison.

Because this wasn’t right. We'd been with dozens of women, if not hundreds. The three of us were ruthless, tossing girls by the wayside after we were done.

Katy was different, though.

In that bed that night, after she'd been so scared, I didn't want to do anything but protect the female from everything in the world that would hurt her. Assholes like that dude in the hotel bar. Assholes like us. The feeling of possession ran over me like a stampede.

That night, everything came true. She took us all, hopeless adoration filling the air as the four of us poured our souls into the lovemaking.

Her pussy was tight around my cock, squeezing and dripping. I plunged my massive pole into her and she took all of me while Mace gave it to her from the back. The thin membrane between our poles felt so fragile, so slick, and so goddamned hot.

Mase's dick slammed into mine as we pounded into her, filled her up with our hot cream and she gagged around Nick's dick, moaning and grunting for more.

Nick grabbed her tied hands and dragged them above her head, grabbed her arms hard and used that leverage to ram hard into her open mouth. She was so beautiful.

At one point, he pulled out, his cock leaking pre-cum and spit. He had one hand twisted in her thick hair, the other around his dick.

“No!” she gasped, eyes wide and pleading. But this was no refusal, at least not the kind you expected. “Give it to me, Nick. I want it please.”

And like a pro, Katy opened her mouth wide and swallowed him again.

Nick bucked into her mouth, his ass muscles rocking hard as he controlled the blast I knew was about to take him over if she didn't slow down. Katy never let off. Yet, he worked with it, and continued to give the sweet female exactly what she wanted.

That night, we twisted our sweet Kitty-Kat every which way between us. Surrounding her on all sides. Caressing, stroking and petting, even as we murmured words of love.

“You’re ours, sweetheart.”

“Come to me. Come to us.”

“Yes, just like that. More, honey. Yes.”

And with those words, we tried to make her realize how safe she was, wrapped in the arms of three men. We wanted to be her protectors.