Page 27 of Give Me What I Want

Until I did.

Until his fingers pushed into her ass, twisted, and pressed against my cock through her walls.

She panted; her face flushing even pinker than it had before. On instinct, I began to soothe her, whispering motivational words as she dropped her forehead to mine. Our eyes locked. I had no idea if she could hear me over the pounding bass filling the room around us. She seemed to relax just a little though. Then she was rolling her hips.

I held her hips, helping her along, helping her to steal pleasure from me as Ronan’s fingers worked her ass and I began to ache.

“I think you’re about ready,” Ronan said, and I felt him pull out.

I wanted to protest. Bea could see it written all over my face. And then she did the last thing I ever expected her to do. “I want him too. Please, Mav. Please let him fuck me too. I want all of you. Please.” Shebeggedme, her eyes pleading. Her body was still rolling, slow movements that were blowing my stupid goddamn mind.

“He’s already had—”

“Please,” she whined. “Maverick, I told you I wouldn’t let this hurt us. Please, trust me. I need you. I need him. Give me what I want.”

I did trust her. I didn’t know why. I should have been terrified. But when she spoke to me in that way, not fighting, not demanding, not trying to steal away the thing I needed right now, all I could do was give in. I’d give her whatever the hell she wanted. Fuck, I’d rearrange the stars if she ever begged like that again.

Holding her gaze, I slipped my hands to her ass and parted her cheeks, my answer clear.

“Thanks, bro,” Ronan said, sounding too damn pleased about what was happening.

“Not your bro, not right now,” I grumbled.

“Regardless,” he muttered, then Bea’s nose was wrinkling, and she was crushing her lips to mine, wincing into my mouth.

Cole’s voice filled the room, the music paused as he spoke. “You’ve got this, gorgeous. What do you need? What will make it easier?”

“She’s doing fine, she doesn’t need—”

“Louder. Cole. I need loud and I need drums,” Bea moaned, breaking away from me for a moment, then wincing again as Ronan pushed deeper.

I already knew that his cock was going to be hard for her to take. I knew enough about my bandmates to know that she’d never done this before, not with one person, let alone two, or three I supposed. I had seen Ronan’s cock enough times too. All of us were pretty blessed, but he was thick. The type of girth that I’d be envious of if I didn’t have at least an inch on him lengthwise.

The songs skipped, and then a loud drum beat filled the room, almost as loud as Cole would’ve been on stage, and I frowned, wondering why the fuck she had asked him to do this.

Then it all made sense as her body relaxed and she pushed her ass back, sliding me to my tip as she took Ronan deeper, then shifted forward so that I was filling her pussy once more. She was overfilled, stuffed, and loving it. And she loved it because something in the music was getting her hot and bothered.

Our frontwoman got turned on by music.

Holy fucking shit.

That was so insanely hot. Suddenly thoughts of her soaking her panties on stage flooded my mind, then the realisation that she always came back here to masturbate after each show.

Ourmusic did this to her too.

“Fuck,” I moaned, shaking my head in disbelief as she began to ride my cock again, this time with Ronan seated deep in her tight ass.

He let her take lead for a minute, then found his own rhythm, fucking her down onto me. The end was in sight for me now, and I hated to admit that Ronan was a part of it. Except Bea looked like she had died and gone to heaven, and as I gripped her ass harder, and Ronan thrust deeper I was gone. She was gone.

We fell apart together. Her pussy milking me as I spilled inside her, shooting deep with loud praises tumbling from my lips. My head spun, and for just a while I was floating on a cloud. Nothing mattered. Everything was right.

I had no idea if Ronan had finished, nor did I fucking care. All I gave a shit about was the girl panting on top of me. Falling flat onto my chest, nuzzling into the crook of my neck as she came down from her own cloud.

I shifted, sliding out of her, and finally noticed that Ronan was no longer inside her either. I guessed that I had been in my own world for a while, as a warm flannel landed on my cock with a splat. I craned my neck, still holding Bea close with one arm as I awkwardly cleaned myself up, wiping the combination of mine, Cole’s, Bea’s and no doubt Ronan’s cum from my skin as Ronan cleaned our bandmate up and Cole knelt at my side. He ran his fingers through Bea’s hair, lazily twisting it into a new, neat plait then pulled his own hair tie from his hair and secured the ends. Then he was getting comfy, dragging a huge purple blanket up over us all and snuggling into my side.

Ronan came to my other side, another blanket wrapped around his lower body. He turned his back on me but took Bea’s hand in his, linking their fingers as he sighed loudly.

She hummed softly, nuzzled into me again, then whispered. “It’s all going to be okay.”

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