Page 56 of Give Me What I Want

The song came to an end, and Bea thanked everyone for coming and I jumped down off of my platform before we all ran off stage. To the side, huddled in close, I wrapped an arm around her as she panted.

“Holy shit you guys.” Her breathing was heavy, eyes shining. She tipped her head back, then she was suddenly unbuttoning her black shorts.

“What are you doing?” Ro exclaimed. “We’re back on in two minutes.”

“Yeah, and I can’t handle another second with these inside me,” she hissed, then pushed her shorts down just enough to shove her hand down them, fumble around, and yank out the silver balls with a loud, satisfied moan.

She ignored all of us as she zipped her shorts back up. “You can punish me or whatever later,” she said with a happy sigh, then stepped back onto the stage, tossing the wet balls behind her as she went.

Jordan’s hand snapped out, catching them, and we all frowned. He cringed, but he didn’t drop them. “Damn reflexes,” he grumbled.

I went to grab them from his hand, they were soaked, her arousal shining in his palm, but he closed his fingers around the balls as I reached for them. My brows shot up, but I didn’t have time to question him, none of us did, because she was on that stage, alone, waiting for us to join her for our encore.

So I turned my back on Jordan, wiped my forehead, and ran back through the corridors once more. The same guy was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, a bottle of water held out for me. With Mav and Bea singing sweetly, illuminated by their spotlights, I was free to take my time. I handed the bottle back, then made my way up to my kit, flopped down onto my stool, and waited patiently.

Looking down and scanning the stage, I found Ro scowling, his dark brows low on his face as his narrowed eyes stayed locked on Jordan, even when we all began to play, he didn’t take his eyes off of him for the entire song. He stalked after him when we were done, shoving his bass into the hands of a waiting roadie as he stomped along behind Jordan. But before he could grab him and ask him what was going on, a cute blonde girl threw herself into Jords arms, and Bea grabbed Ro by the back of his tank top, dragging him with her towards the bus.

After thanking the local band who had joined us and telling the guys from One Last Time that we wanted an early night, Mav and I followed, avoiding the subject of Jordan as we walked to the bus.

Unsurprisingly, Bea and Ronan had started without us. She was on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock, taking him in and out as he yanked his tank top off, skin damp and lined in black ink. He pushed his hair back, slicking the thick, black strands and keeping his hands on the back of his neck as he closed his eyes, face relaxing, and started to move his hips, meeting her lips with deep thrusts.

“You’re not pleasing her first?” I asked, shocked. We had been getting her all worked up all evening, and here he was, fucking her mouth like she hadn’t earned at least one orgasm first.

“She took the balls out, this is her punishment,” Ro explained, sighing as she deepthroated him.

Mav nodded, rubbing his chin. “That seems fair actually. I was just going to spank her, but maybe I’ll get in on this instead.”

Bea moved back a little, Ronan’s cock falling from her mouth. She replaced her lips with her fist and started to pump him slowly. “I don’t know, boys. The whole group thing, I don’t know if I’m ready for that again.”

“Oh,” I gasped quietly, then found my voice. “Wanna tell us why?”

She continued to work her hand over Ro’s cock and began to use her other hand to play with his balls as Mav and I leaned on either side of the doorframe, his arms folded, mine resting with my thumbs hooked in my jeans pockets.

“Um…” Bea bit her lips, looking thoughtful, then sighed as though she had decided to tell us the truth. “Okay, it’s Jordan. Every time I think about having you all at once, I see his face. That disapproving look, it’s worse than Mav’s ‘I’m not angry, I’m disappointed’ look.”

“But you were fine with Cole and me in the bathroom the other day,” Ro argued, his voice rough and slightly strained as she corkscrewed her fist.

“That was different, it wasn’t all of you,” she snapped back at him, glowering.

“Okay,” I stepped in, crouching down to her level, drawing her attention away from Ronan’s face. “Bea, do youwantus all tonight?”

“Of course I do,” she practically wailed. “I’ve wanted the three of you all goddamn evening.”

“Then we can wait.” I looked up at the guys. “Can’t we?”

They both looked sceptical but nodded, nonetheless. Until…

“You don’t need to do that.” Jordan’s voice came from behind me.

I was on my feet, standing shoulder to shoulder with Maverick as we faced our bandmate.

He pushed his inky hair away from his eyes and tugged his shirt off over his head. “I’m in.”

“Oh really?” Ronan snarled. “What changed your mind, huh? Was the blonde girl not putting out? Or was she just a shit fuck and you’re here now hoping that our girl will satisfy you for a night?”

“Ro!” Mav and Bea scolded, their voices echoing off of each other.

“I didn’t touch her. Don’t ask me why, I can’t explain it. I just…” He stepped closer just as Bea squeezed her way between me and Mav, having left Ro behind us with his cock out, complaining in muttered Mandarin.

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