Page 58 of Give Me What I Want

She tried to speak, but when Mav tutted, she rolled her eyes and pointed, her finger aimed towards Jordan.

“You’re up, have fun.” Mav patted him on the back, as though he was the coach in some fucked up sport and we were his star players. I wasn’t sure what the prize was for winning, but suddenly, I felt all kinds of competitive.

Jordan hesitated for a moment, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver foil packet. He shoved his trousers down, kicked them off, then ripped open the packet. He glanced around, his gaze locking on each cock already out in the room, then shoved his boxers off and rolled the condom down over his shaft.

“Oh, isn’t that nice? Slut-boy is keeping his cock germs to himself. Looks like he won’treallybe the first one to fill you up, huh, Queenie.” Ronan’s voice dripped with sarcasm, but I had seen the relief in his eyes as he watched Jordan pull out that condom. The rest of us never bothered, knowing for a fact that we were all clean and Bea was on some pill or something. But Jord, he had fucked a new girl almost every night since we had started this tour.

Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. That was what Jordy lived for. The lifestyle that he had dreamed of since he got his first guitar at thirteen.

“No, but I can make her come harder and faster than any of you,” Jordan threw back and that little competitive fire that had sparked moments before grew.

“We’ll see about that,” I said cockily, moving to the bed and folding my arms, waiting for Jordan to show us all how it’s done.

He stared at Ro, who took his sweet time getting out of his way, then positioned himself between her legs. “Fuck, you look so hot, Bea,” he groaned, then pushed inside her, sucking in a long breath as he pushed deeper, making her moan around Mav’s cock as he pushed himself into her throat at the same painfully slow speed.

Once Jordan was fully seated in her, he grabbed her thighs pushed them up to her chest, drew out, then slammed back inside her.

She shrieked around Mav’s cock, choking as he matched pace with Jordan. Both guitarists fucking her until she was slapping her hand against Mav’s thigh. He pulled out, strings of spit coating her chin, and she cried Jordan’s name, her face turning red as she thrashed her head from side to side and came hard and fast. Just like he said she would.

But I knew that I could do better.

So when he pulled out of her, a smug grin on his face, I took centre stage, grabbing her legs and flipping her onto her front. She rolled with a laugh, then pushed her ass up for me. Grabbing her hips, I guided my cock into her, bare and thick, and pounded hard into her drenched pussy. With one hand, I twisted her hair, yanking her head back and arching her back, with the other, I snaked around her tummy, then slid down to her clit.

Her walls were spasming around me as I fucked her deep, tightening as I growled at her to hold on. Just a minute longer. She felt incredible, but I wanted more. I wanted her to see stars, and I wanted to fill her as she milked me.

I tugged her hair harder, just as Ro moved in front of her. He fucked his hand, showing off, making her fucking salivate for him. Then he tapped her lips and shoved his cock into her mouth. She gagged, and the sound sent me over the edge.

“Now, gorgeous, come for me.” I roared my command, and she did exactly as she was told, letting go and fluttering around my cock as she flooded me, and I filled her up.

I stayed deep inside her for a moment as I caught my breath, and leaned forward, whispering praise in her ear as she blinked repeatedly, tears in her eyes as she continued to take Ro in her mouth.

He gave me a firm look, and I slipped out of her, flopping onto my back beside her as Ro gave her a chance to breathe, sliding beneath her. Then without giving any warning, grabbed her and pulled her down onto him.

“How you doing?” I asked, gazing at her as she got fucked by our bassist.

“I’m—fuck—great. You?” She was moaning, her voice raspy, eyes glittering.

I tucked my hands behind my head, getting comfy. “I’m great too. You know, gorgeous, you really do look incredible when you come.”

“I know,” she moaned, grinning, and I thought back to the video I had filmed when she was sucking my dick. It had captured so much of that night, but I wondered if I had managed to catch her face during that perfect moment. I never saw the video. It was gone from Mav’s phone the following day, I guessed she had deleted it around the time she took those sexy and sin pictures.

I was tempted to ask her if I could film her again, but after what happened last time, I wasn’t sure that it was the best idea. We still didn’t know how her picture had been leaked, and it had taken so long for her to really trust that it wasn’t Ro’s fault.

Instead, I turned on my mental record button and committed every expression on her face to memory.

Ronan was taking his time with her, and I wondered if it was only me who had become competitive tonight, but then Mav straddled Ro’s thighs, grabbed his hands, pushed them away from Bea’s hips, and towered over her, pinning Ro to the bed like some little bitch.

“What the fuck, man!” Ro shouted, outraged as he attempted—and failed—to move his arms.

Mav laughed, then released Ro, pushing up so that he was no longer crushing Bea between them.

Once again, I asked her if she was alright, but she just laughed in response, then peeked over her shoulder at Mav. “What are you up to?”

“You know exactly what I’m up to,” he said darkly. His voice was followed by the sound of a bottle squeezing, and then she was squirming, and I knew too.

Jordan had got up onto his feet and was now standing to the side of the bed. He had removed his condom and was stroking his still-hard cock as he watched with a hard expression.

Bea and Mav hissed at the same time.

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