“Correct me if I’m wrong,” he whispered, the corner of his mouth curving into the smallest hint of a grin. “But you are just a little bit curious, aren’t you.” It was a statement of his observation rather than an inquiry; she was shocked to discover that he was, in fact, correct. The sound of her own heartbeat filled her ears as her eyes traced the curve of his lips, moving with words she could no longer hear.
He moved away from her, farther into the room toward a bed where another person was lying; it took more time to close the distance than his long legs implied. She swallowed against a sudden dryness in her mouth as she watched his fingers run languidly over the bed sheets. In the dim light, she could see the person on the bed rise and fall when his fingers made contact with flesh, each touch contorting the body one way or another. A low moan came from the shadows of the bed—the small grin on his face grew mischievous.
“Would you like to see her, Pet?” Another moan emanated from somewhere atop the bed; taking that as a yes, he beckoned for her to move forward. Intoxicated by fear and curiosity, she pushed herself toward the bed—toward him—cautiously perching on the edge of the bed. “Oh, don’t be shy,” he encouraged. “Zac likes to be touched—don’t you, Pet?”
She saw Zac nod his head, shadows dancing eerily across his face, and hesitantly reached out; she allowed just the tips of her fingers to graze his bare chest. Zac’s body reacted violently, as if he’d been teased for hours prior to her arrival. His limbs pulled harshly against the bindings that held him in place. “Please, Tay?” Zac squeaked. He flinched back immediately, almost as if waiting for a reprimand that never came.
As if reading the unease she felt, Taylor gently took her wrist, lowering her hand down Zac’s body. He was already hard when Taylor fit his hand around hers, circling their fingers over Zac’s erection. Zac let out a soft whimper, his hips lifting from the mattress. Her eyes dragged up his body to his face; their eyes locked momentarily before he let his head fall back. The way his hair splayed out reminder her of a halo.
Taylor sped up the rate at which they were stroking Zac, the friction building and Zac writhing beneath her. She tried to pull her hand away, but it didn’t get far—Taylor’s fingers easily wrapping completely around her small wrist. His grip was firm, tighter and less gentle than before, and he tugged her back to her feet. “Take your clothes off.”
Despite being a command, she did not protest. With shaking hands, she carefully pulled her t-shirt over her head, unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her muscular thighs. Both men took in sharp, appreciative breaths when she freed herself from her bra. When she had finished, and stood in front of him completely exposed, Taylor guided her back to the bed, then shed his own clothes. “Kiss him.”
She let out a slow breath, crawling up the bed until her face hovered inches above Zac’s. He blinked slowly, his long lashes obscuring the deep brown of his eyes. “It’s OK,” he encouraged. “Kiss me—please?”
His voice practically begged for her kiss, a longing in his tone that she was surprised to hear. She let her eyes run over his body, drinking in the way his sinewy muscles rippled underneath his skin, protesting against their immobility. The way he was splayed across the bed, tied to its posts with a collar affixed to his neck, he looked small and weak. It was a stark contrast to the way he commanded the stage, appear larger than life even from behind a drum kit.
With a nervous laugh, she leaned in, closing the space between them. The air sizzled, hot sparks reacting all across her body; she moaned against his full lips, and let herself fall into them. Zac deepened the kiss, softly probing her mouth with his tongue. With her eyes shut, she wasn’t aware Taylor had moved until his hands were on her hips. He pulled one of her legs over Zac’s hips so she was straddling him, and then gently guided her down onto him.
An “oooh” simultaneously tumbled from their lips, interrupting the kiss. Taylor took the opportunity to sit her up, the action causing her to sink farther onto Zac; she let out a loud moan, allowing her body to relax as Taylor manipulated her hips, rocking them against Zac. Her eyes drifted to where Taylor was kneeling on the bed, and with a surge of boldness reached for him; her fingers circled around his cock, watching him grow as she moved up and down along his length.
“There you go,” he said with a wicked grin. He licked his lips slowly, his blue eyes locking with hers just before his eyelids fluttered shut. She recognized that look; she had studied it for years from behind the barrier.
A few moments later, Taylor moved to position himself on his knees over Zac’s chest. Zac let out a soft “mmm”, obviously anticipating what Taylor had planned. She found herself charged with anticipation, unable to look away. Taylor moved so he was positioned right over Zac’s face; as Zac lifted his head up slightly, realization washed over her, but instead of being appalled—as she knew she should have been—she was more turned on.
The feeling gave her more confidence, and she was leaning forward to take Taylor into her mouth even before he grabbed her roughly by the hair. He held her head in place as he thrust himself down her throat, and despite their attention now being split, neither she nor Zac fell out of their own rhythm.
Her senses were overloaded, her body begging for release, when Taylor moved away. She protested his absence, a growl of displeasure rumbling through her gritted teeth. She watched over her shoulder as Taylor reached for the bindings that held Zac’s legs, untying first one, then the other. He then positioned himself between Zac’s legs, reaching for a bottle of lube. “Turn around.” His mouth was close to her ear as he spoke, his breath on her skin sending shudders through her. She obliged him, lifting herself and turning to face him.
“Wait.” Taylor stopped her before she could settle back onto Zac. She paused, her hands falling behind her to support her weight, watching him pour lube over his hand before he ran it along Zac’s length. Taylor took her hip in one hand, guiding Zac inside of her with the other. She had never had anal sex before, and despite the lube and slow speed, it still hurt.
“Just relax,” Zac’s voice came from behind her, startling her more than the new sensations had.
She tried to take his advice, but found it hard not to be tense as Taylor leaned toward her, his mouth circling her nipple. He ran his tongue over it until it was a stiff bead, at which point he sank his teeth softly into her flesh; it provided a distraction, allowing her to muscles to relax. Zac allowed her a moment of adjustment once he filled her completely, but before she could even considering moving on top of him, Taylor ran his hand up to her throat, pushing her away as he guided himself into her as well.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered.
Taylor and Zac took that as all the encouragement they needed, both beginning gentle and rhythmic thrusts. Her head fell back, her body coming closer and closer to being limp; were it not for Taylor’s arms wrapped around her, she was certain her arms would have given out and she would have fallen. He nibbled the sensitive flesh of her neck, drawing a path of hot kisses to her mouth. His lips weren’t as full as Zac’s, but they were softer. Even still, his kisses were more fervent, leaving her lips feeling raw when he broke away from her.
Just as she was coming close to orgasm, Taylor slid himself out of her, reaching for the bottle of lube again. He used it for himself this time, grabbing Zac’s legs and pulling them over his hips. Zac’s movements stopped momentarily as she watched Taylor slide into him, then returned swiftly. A chorus of sighs echoed around the room.
Taylor’s head fell forward, resting on her shoulder, as he fucked Zac. His breathing intensified with effort, and one of his hands found its way between her legs. He ran his thumb over her clit in sharp circles, pushing his fingers into her. In response, she leaned farther back, her hands now on Zac’s chest as she rode him. He began to thrash beneath her, his movements becoming more frantic. He was close, she could tell.
Moments later, Zac was shuddering beneath her; she felt his cock pulse as he came inside her. Taylor pushed her away, and her back flattening against Zac’s chest as her arms bent; Zac pulled himself free of her as Taylor replaced his hands with his cock again. He slammed into her, roughly, and pulled her legs up for deeper access. She swore she could feel him in her stomach.
Within what seemed like seconds, her body began to quiver as an orgasm slammed through her. All the muscles in her body tightened and released rapidly–Taylor let out a moan, his pace frenzied as he began his own orgasm. He pulled out just in time to cover her stomach in a hot, sticky mess, collapsing onto the bed next to Zac. Unsure of her weak legs, she carefully climbed off of Zac, falling on his other side.
The three lie on the bed together, trying to catch their breath as they came down from their orgasms; the silence and stillness that resulted engulfed her, but she didn’t mind. She allowed herself to absorb the moment, not wanting to be the first to move or speak; thankfully, it was Zac who finally broke the silence.
“So…would one of you mind untying my hands?”