Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass (38 page)

“Did you ever think you’d be lying there looking up at your best friend’s sack? How’s the view?” Trey chuckled.

Myrna leaned forward and sucked Trey into her mouth. He’d coated his cock with one of Brian’s flavored lotions and tasted like sweet coconut. She slurped him deep and he cursed under his breath.

“That’s it, baby. Teach him a lesson for being such a smart ass,” Brian said.

“Yeah, teach me a lesson, Professor.”

Brian wrapped his hands around her hips to help her raise and lower herself on his cock. She found it hard to concentrate on pleasuring Trey and herself at the same time. She placed a hand on Trey’s sweat-slick bel y and pul ed away. He grunted in protest as she abandoned him. She lowered her head, resting her forehead against Brian’s temple. Her hand ran down Trey’s thigh as she whispered into Brian’s ear, “Tel me what you want me to do to him. I’l do anything you say.”

“Anything?”

She turned her head to look at Brian. He was grinning deviously.

“You’re real y okay with this?” she asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be? It was my idea.”

“You don’t think I’m a whore?”

He laughed. “Why would I think that? You’re a gift from heaven as far as I’m concerned.”

Myrna glanced up a Trey. “Yeah, I’l do anything you tel me to,” she whispered into Brian’s ear.

“What are you two plotting?” Trey asked, grabbing Myrna’s hand that was stil resting on his thigh. He shifted her hand to his cock and used it to stroke his flesh, twisting her wrist slightly each time her hand rubbed over his swol en head. “Please don’t tel me you changed your mind and now you’re going to toss me out in the hal way with a horrible case of blue bal s.”

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you, buddy,” Brian said and laughed maniacal y.

“On second thought…” Trey took a step sideways.

Myrna’s hand tightened on Trey’s cock and he stopped. She looked up at him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Just trying to keep personal injury to a minimum.”

“I won’t hurt you, Trey,” she promised, sitting up.

“Unless I tel her to.”

“Huh?” Trey gasped.

“Move him a little to the left,” Brian said.

Myrna’s hands moved to Trey’s hips and she shifted him to the left.

“Wait, I—”

“Put your hand on his chest and shove him against the wal . Don’t let him give you any lip,” Brian instructed.

Myrna shoved Trey against the wal . He hit his head with a loud thud. “Hey!” he protested.

“Grab his nuts and tel him to shut up.”

She grabbed Trey’s bal s and he cried out in pain.

“Easy,” Brian said.

Her grip loosened slightly. “Shut up.” She felt like she had a little devil on her shoulder, whispering naughty instructions to her.

“Yes, ma’am,” Trey squeaked.

“Lick the head of his dick.”

Her tongue darted from between her lips, wrapping around the head of Trey’s cock. He shuddered violently.

“Don’t give him much. Lick one side along the rim, over and over again. I want you to drive him crazy. Go.”

She did exactly as Brian instructed. Trey groaned in protest. Within a minute, Trey was rocking on the bal s of his feet, just like he did when the music overtook him on stage.

Brian laughed. “Tel her what you want, Trey.”

“Suck me,” he growled between clenched teeth. “Please.”

She glanced down at Brian for instructions and he shook his head.

“Put two fingers in his ass and do that thing you do to me sometimes.”

“What thing?” Trey asked suspiciously.

She grinned. “You’re very generous with your friends, sweetheart,” she murmured.

She slid her index and middle fingers into Brian’s mouth to wet them and then reached between Trey’s legs and shoved them inside his body.

Trey gasped brokenly. “Oh yeah. You know I like that.”

She searched inside him until she found her target and stroked the swol en gland persistently. Trey grabbed her hair in both fists and directed his cock into her mouth. His cries of ecstasy encouraged her to suck him hard while she continued to stimulate him with her fingers.

Brian grabbed her wrist and eased her fingers from Trey’s body. She released his cock as wel and glanced down at Brian for further instructions.

“Leave him for a minute,” Brian said. “Ride me until you come, and if he’s quiet, I’l tel you to suck him off. Maybe.”

Stil trembling from the pleasure she’d given him, Trey groaned in protest. He wrapped his hand around the head of his cock and flinched.

“If he’s quiet,” Brian repeated. “And doesn’t touch himself.”

Trey’s brow furrowed. “Fu…” He bit his lip. He shifted both hands to his hips and stood there waiting for Myrna to make her next move.

She grinned down at her devious lover, rising and fal ing over him now. Brian’s fingers worked her clit, driving her mad with desire. Her head fel back as her cries grew louder and louder with each thrust.

“Shit,” Trey muttered. “I’m supposed to just stand here and watch you two fuck while I get nothing?”

Myrna lifted her head to glare at Trey. “You already had yours. And you’re supposed to be quiet,” she said, and shoved him against the wal . “You broke my concentration. Now I have to start over.”

Brian gasped in pleasure. She looked down to find him writhing on the brink of orgasm. She slapped him across the face. “Don’t you dare let go. Not yet. I’m not finished with you.”

He caught her wrist before she slapped him again. “You’re getting awful y bossy.” He looked up at Trey and nodded. Trey hopped off the bed.

Brian grabbed her around the waist and rol ed their entwined bodies onto their sides. She gasped as his cock rammed into her.

He lifted her left leg to rest around his waist. Trey spooned up against her back. She stiffened.

“Relax,” Trey whispered into her ear.

He probed her back entrance with the head of his cock and then he was inside her.

Both of them were inside her. Oh. So gloriously fil ed.

They began to move. Brian thrusting into her, while Trey pul ed out. Brian pul ed out, while Trey thrust inside. Her senses were so overwhelmed that she couldn’t do anything but cling to Brian’s chest and gasp for air, her head tilted back and pressing into Trey’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Brian whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. Yes, oh God, yes! Yes! Fuck me. Fil me. Both of you. I love it. I love it!” She saw stars when she came, but they didn’t let her recover. They switched to thrusting into her and pul ing out in unison.

Trey’s body convulsed behind her. “God, Brian, your cock is driving me crazy.”

“Yeah,” Brian agreed. “I feel you moving inside her. Feels so good.” His breath caught. “Faster, Trey. Stay with me.”

Myrna turned her head to look at them. They lay facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes over her shoulder. She’d seen this intensity between them on stage before, this
connection
, but was surprised to see it here. Brian closed his eyes. Stil matching Brian’s thrusts, Trey leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth.

Myrna’s eyes widened.

Trey’s tongue probed Brian’s lips.

Brian opened his mouth and Trey plunged his tongue inside. Trey’s hand moved to the back of Brian’s head to hold him stil as he kissed him. He sucked Brian’s lips passionately, his thrusts into Myrna’s body growing increasingly vigorous as his excitement got the better of him and he lost their synchronicity. Trey watched Brian the entire time he kissed him, his eyes glistening with unexpected tears. After a moment, he squeezed his eyes shut, his kiss shifting from passionate to desperate.

Myrna lay there, too stunned to do anything but gawk.

Oh my God. Trey loved Brian. She knew it for a certainty. Trey
loved
Brian. Loved him.

The urge to scratch out his eyes overwhelmed her. Did Brian realize this? Myrna didn’t think Brian even realized that Trey was kissing him. He’d gone into that muse trance mode that struck him completely unaware on occasion.

After a moment, Brian twisted his head to the side, breaking the kiss. Trey’s head dropped to rest against the side of Myrna’s face. He cupped Brian’s jaw with such tenderness, Myrna’s fist clinched. She knew Brian didn’t love Trey. Not that way. He couldn’t.

Brian was hers. Only hers.

Trey panted with exertion, pumped into her deeply twice and then shuddered with a startled cry as he found release. “Brian,” he gasped. “Brian.”

Brian hadn’t moved for several minutes. He opened his eyes, but they were glazed over with that far off look he got when he was completely inside his own head. “Do you hear it?” he whispered.

Myrna smiled. She knocked Trey’s hand aside and stroked back the strands of hair sticking to Brian’s sweaty face. “Yeah, baby. I hear it. Let it come.”

Trey lifted his head, listening intently. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Go get something to write on,” she said to Trey.
And leave us alone. He’s mine.

“What? He didn’t finish, did he? I wanted to watch him come. He always looks so hot when he lets go.”

“He’l be out of it like that for a while. Go get something to write on. Trust me, you’re going to want to write this one down.”

“Thanks for sharing Brian with me this morning, Myrna. He’s been distancing himself from me lately.” Trey kissed her temple affectionately and pul ed out.

Uh, no. She was
not
sharing Brian with him. As exciting and pleasurable as they had made this encounter for her, she much preferred having Brian al to herself. Brian was hers. Only hers. And she wanted to keep it that way.

Trey searched the room noisily for something to write on, but Myrna scarcely noticed. She was too busy coming to terms with the idea that she wasn’t just hopelessly, madly, deeply in
lust
with Brian “Master” Sinclair. She might actual y
love
him. An idea that did not sit wel with her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Brian asked her, much more alert than he’d been a few moments before.

“Like what?”

“Like you have a bad taste in your mouth.” Brian licked his lips, his brows drawing together in confusion. “And why do my lips taste like cherry?” He lifted his head to glare at Trey. “Did you kiss me again?”

Again?

Trey chuckled uneasily. “Of course not.” He tossed a pen and pad of paper onto the bed and fled the room. The door closed behind him securely. He hadn’t even bothered to take his clothes with him.

Brian looked at Myrna. “He kissed me, didn’t he?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m going to go kick his ass now. Excuse me.” He backed away, his cock fal ing free of her body.

Myrna wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to go.” She nuzzled her face against his neck. She could never remember feeling this emotional y attached to anyone. Why did knowing that someone else loved Brian make her want him for herself even more?

“He knows better.”

“Are you and Trey more than friends?” she asked, her heart thudding.
Please say no. Please.

Brian stopped trying to pul away and went entirely stil . “I’m not sure how to answer that question.”

“Are you lovers?”

He hesitated for far too long. Myrna felt sick to her stomach. Not because it was Trey that Brian shared an intimate relationship with, but because she and Brian weren’t as exclusive as she had led herself to believe.

“I know I’m going to regret tel ing you this.” He took a deep breath and avoided her gaze when he said, “Trey and I experimented with each other in high school.”

“High school?” she said breathlessly.

“Yeah. It was only once.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Okay, twice. I fucked him twice. But we got it out of our systems and we never did it again.” He buried his face in her neck. “I disgust you now, don’t I? I should never have told you.”

“I’m not disgusted,” she whispered. Relieved. Yes, that’s what she was feeling. And happy that he trusted her enough to tel her something that personal.

He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes wide with surprise. “You’re not?”

“No. It’s fine. It’s al in the past. Right?”

“Yeah, of course. I don’t even like to think about it.” He stared into her eyes for a long moment and then pressed his lips to hers. “I can’t believe you’re cool with this. You’re too good to be true.”

He showed his appreciation with deep, al -encompassing kisses and questing hands. She encouraged his attention, knowing that even though Brian was wel over his brief attraction to Trey, Trey was in no way ready to give up on Brian.

Myrna set her stack of data on the coffee table between her laptop and cup of chamomile tea and answered her cel phone. Didn’t he realize it was 11 o’clock at night in her time zone?

“Hel o?”

“I miss you,” Brian murmured. “Did I wake you?”

She smiled. She missed him, too, but had been getting a lot of work done since she’d returned home. She was almost caught up.

Her guilt trip for abandoning her work to enjoy Brian was starting to wane. Just a little. Maybe she could return to him sooner than she’d imagined. “No, I’m stil working. How did the music video shoot go today?”

“I’m in al of five shots. Sed’s a total camera hog. The rest of us were bored.” She heard the slur in his voice.

“And so you drank al day,” she guessed.

“We were bored.”

“I’m going to let you go.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m working.”
And I can’t stand the sound of your voice when you’re drunk.

“Is that real y why?”

“Cal me back tomorrow,” she said. “When you’re sober.”

“Myrna?”

She hung up. She sighed and picked up her data. She’d only typed in one number when the phone rang again. She considered not answering, but final y picked up.

“Brian, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Who’s Brian?”

Myrna’s blood turned cold. Her throat closed off.

Jeremy.

She couldn’t breathe, much less speak. How had he gotten her phone number? She’d been careful to keep it unlisted and had given it to very few people.