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Amber

M y phone flashes nine-thirty at night as I lift it, my eyes adjusting to the strong light it projects. I blink long and hard, setting it aside. Ronnie sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing his head and yawning.

Bradley. The realization dawns on me like a nightmare.

I channeled my anger into that slap but kept some of my rage at bay. It struck me the moment it was over and all I could think of was “How could I do this to him?” Him. They are the two rays of sunshine who lit up my darkness and grabbed me tightly by the throat so I couldn’t escape. When I hurt one, I hurt the other. I never want to do that.

“What are we doing tonight?” Bradley breaks our comfortable silence.

I jump out of bed and attack him. “I’m so sorry,” I pull his head down and pepper him with kisses, every speck of skin across his face gets that treatment.

“I’m okay but I’m not going to stop you.” He groans softly, body sagging into mine. “Since my plans are ruined for today do you want to see me play the drums?”

“Yes.” I happily clap my hands.

A blank expression is all he gets from Ronnie who is still trying to figure out what happened since his day drinking.

Jogging down the stairs, the house is quiet while everyone is still asleep. As we enter the basement my eyes scan it swiftly. Except for a few boxes that sit by the corner there’s only a drum set, two guitars, a pool table, and a mini-fridge.

Bradley drops himself on the stool next to the drum set, grabbing the drumsticks that rest on the snare. I can tell that he is one of those crazy drummers who play with their entire body and break sticks every few minutes. “Come here Bear, sit on my lap.” His finger moves in a “come here” motion.

A sheepish grin breaks across my face, excitement tickling at my fingertips. The warm floor under my bare feet delivers me toward him. I straddle his lap, looping my limbs around his taut back—the little girl inside me giggles and sways from side to side.

A few lazy waves fall elegantly over his forehead as he gazes down to where my underwear presses against his bulge. Yes, I’m only wearing my underwear and a shirt, I borrowed from you. I nudge his chin upward, propelling him to lean into my kiss.

The warmth of our pressed lips instantly soothes me, and then when he hits the snare behind me without looking, the booming sound rolls, startling me a little. It starts slow and gradually increases, enveloping us with its force.

He cuts the sound abruptly, our kiss too, and my heart thunders against my ribcage. It quickly turns shaky with each bounce he takes. A satisfied grin stretches across his face. The way he makes it work without looking makes it seem so goddamn easy. Pushing me a tad farther, the snare vibrates against my ass as my lips crush Bradley’s again.

Our tongues roll together, tasting the carnal desire within us, craving the touch our souls thirst for. My body tingles. Clit pulsing rapidly.

The beat jolts through him and I’m fucking caught in the middle. Soaking it all up. Marveling at the feel of his impressive cock bouncing against my center repeatedly, the heat he exudes, and every hard cut of him.

Tiny gasps collide with mine. Whimpers and moans too.

The friction is so good against my sensitive clit that I think I will be able to come from that alone.

“Touch yourself.”

My lids unlocking—I can’t remember closing them in the first place.

“Do it,” Ronnie commands again, leaning against the wall beside us where I can see him. My body locks in an icy terror for a brief minute by the paralyzing energy around him. His eyes are like a beacon in my darkened world, heated with desire, longing for human touch.

With him wearing his gray sweats, the imprint of his cock is present with us in the room, and he stretches the fabric even more to show me exactly how thick and hard he is. And long. So long.

My fingertips press against the wet stain on my underwear and harder to rub my wet clit. My other hand latches tightly around Bradley’s neck.

“Good.” Ronnie praises, stroking his confined cock, and applying more pressure around the head. “Little Bear,” he says through a groan.

Bradley keeps bouncing, striking the drums. Sheens of sweat form on his forehead, making his hair sticky. He is affected by this too. I know he wants this as bad as we do.

“Fuck, Ronnie,” he pants, “You’re a sadist. I’m going to bust in my pants.”

“Get in line,” Ronnie’s amusement is evident in his seductive voice. Hand still covering his stiffness.

Bradley bounces harder, “You are so fucking mean,” I moan straight to his ear, drawing circles over my clit.

He presses his mouth to mine. “We told you we will finish what we started. But this is just another step, we’re not done yet. Keep rubbing your sweet clit.”

I whimper at the next sound he makes. Eyes honed in on Ronnie’s hand, going up and down.

“That’s it, look at me getting off as I watch your little hand drive you toward a climax.” Ronnie groans.

“You want his cock so bad, don’t you? You bounce on me but drool over him.” Bradley continues.

My clit pulses frantically. Nipples tighten. Fingers work harder.

“Come on Bear, you’re dying to gag around my hard cock. Gush of thick, hot cum spurting out, just the thought drives you wild.”

“Fuck yes,” I moan through a gasp, moving my underwear aside, I coat my fingers with my arousal. “I want it on my face, breasts, thighs…”

“You will be covered with our cum, Bear, that’s a promise.” Bradley twists my nipple and I whimper loudly along with the base. “I will stretch that ass of your so wide you will accept us together.”

“Just think about me pumping in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot at the right angle while Bradley does the same. I bet you’d be screaming wildly. Deliciously.”

“I promise to open Ronnie’s ass wide for me too, you can watch me fuck him, stroking his cock. You have no idea what I plan for all of us.”

I gasp. “I’m so close.”

Another stroke. “You need to come, so bad.” The outline of Ronnie’s cock is impossibly swollen. “That’s it, make yourself come. Rub that hand faster. Do it for us.”

I nod. I can’t utter anything as the knot in my core is about to snap. His hand digs underneath the waistband, slowly reaching down, and wrapping around his cock.

“It hurts, I know. Your eyes glisten with need, waiting to shudder.” A breathy voice whimpers against me. “You deserve some spanking to make that itch inside you burn nicely.”

I dig my purple fingernails into his nape, tearing at his skin with crescent marks and he growls, rolling the sticks against the snare faster—an intense sensation brewing inside me. I grind over his bulge. Eyes clenched shut. The sound, vibrations, my hand, them. Them. Everything about them. A tingle begins inside my pussy, “Ahh.” My toes curl, and I ride wave upon wave as my orgasm ruptures through me. My walls spasm but it feels so empty without them.

The sound of the drums stops as I slowly descend back.

“Look at those slippery hands. The wet stain you left on Bradley’s sweats.” Ronnie strides toward us, his hands are no longer over his cock but his hardness is still tucked inside. “You did so well, Little Bear.” He kisses my cheek, then the top of my head, and brushes my locks away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “We’re building trust.”

Through tired lids, I scan their radiant smiles. Warmth spreads across my chest and stomach, calming my anxious soul.

Ronnie clasps onto my wrist abruptly, sticking my coated fingers inside his mouth before he guides it to Bradley’s mouth. “Taste her.”

Rolling his tongue around me, he groans. “So fucking sweet. Mmm. But no more orgasms until we get to fuck you properly and come too.”

“Okay,” I agree.

Ronnie withdraws and grabs one of the guitars by the corner. “Luka wanted to learn guitar when we were fifteen because he wanted to start a band, he quit after two years but I kept playing for fun, it helped tremendously when I needed to unpack.”

“The best medicine is the loud beat of a drum straight to your veins. It helps every time no matter how you feel. It’s what my dad used to say.” Bradley’s hands rub my back gently before they find my ass and squeeze it.

The bulge underneath me is squeezed so tight by the fabric of his sweats that he has no right to be left like this.

I grind against Bradley, using his body to get onto the floor. “But today we gave it a new meaning,” I wiggle my brows, “The best medicine is the loud beat of a drum straight to your groin.” I snatch the second guitar and join Ronnie.

“It hurts so bad, want to kiss it?” Bradley teases, blowing me a kiss.

“When you get to fuck me properly, I will,” I smirk. “I asked my dad to buy me a guitar when I was fourteen because I was bored.” I chuckle. “And like you, I found it liberating, it helped me relieve stress and unpack some things.”

“Nice to see we all find solace in creating music, ready to play a bit?” Bradley kicks the bass, instantly making my clit pulse again.

“Are there more secrets I don’t know about you two?” I question with raised eyebrows.

“I guess you’re going to have to find out.”