Claiming Addison (26 page)

“Because I fucking need this. I need you,” he says with sincerity and emotion is pouring out of every inch of his body.

“Take me. Damn it, take me, I’m here. I’m yours. I’m both of yours and nothing can take that away from me. I need you more than I need oxygen in my lungs or blood in my veins. Take me, Talon, mark me. Make me yours.”

Talon leans down, planting his lips against mine in a warm passionate kiss just as he starts to slide inside me. His bare cock is bumpy and soft over hard steel as he slides inside. I moan, pulling back from our kiss. His cock feels so good. Deep seated pleasure blossoms from within my core, radiating outward so hard and fast that my whole body quakes in response. I watch as Talon leans sideways slightly and puts his forehead between Kyle’s shoulder blades.

“Fuck,” he moans as he picks up his pace, thrusting and rolling his hips, the head of his cock kissing my cervix driving my need higher. My breathing becomes highly erratic. “You’re so tight, you feel so fucking good.” He slides in faster and then he starts to slide in and out in short bursts. Kyle shifts, bringing Talon off of his back.

Kyle rolls onto his back, leaning up on his elbow looking at Talon. He sits up enough so that he can pull Talon down to his lips. I watch them kiss and feel Talon’s hard cock slow momentarily then pick up, faster and harder than before. Pounding into me. My orgasm is climbing higher and more intense the longer they kiss. The longer they’re joined by the lips and Talon and I are joined where it matters most, the more my heart fills with love for these two men.

My eyes roll up and my whole body trembles. “I can’t, fuck me, Talon, fuck me. I’m…” Talon’s pace increases, thrusting in and out of me harder and faster and I shatter once again into millions of pieces.

“Fuck. I’m, damn it, I have to pull out…”

“No. Don’t,” I beg as Talon begins to growl against Kyle’s lips. Finally he pulls back, pumping once, twice and on the third time he explodes inside me. Feeling him pour into me forces me to explode once more.

Now before you freak out and think that I left Kyle hanging, I promise you I didn’t. I was just too exhausted to recount the amazing orgasms brought on by him. After the day of crazy horniness and then finally finding my release with Talon, every orgasm I receive from Kyle was just that much sweeter. Believe me when I tell you that he passed out first.

I learned one thing last night and it was equal time for all of us will make this easier for everyone. When both the guys were having their own moments of unbridled passion between them, I wasn’t jealous, hell no, I was fucking turned on like nobody’s business. I enjoyed every minute of it. Though I took comfort in the fact that they took reassurances from me and even more comfort in the fact that they did it for me. I didn’t realize until last night that I have a voyeuristic side to me and I like it. A lot!

I felt a little left out at first; before I let the horniness override rational thought and embraced the gift they were offering me with each kiss, each caress they gave one another. When Kyle sought me to help and comfort him through his nerves, I knew that being with Talon alone was something he really would have never done. I just hope I didn’t push them into doing something they weren’t ready for. I guess it’s something to talk about later.

I’d spent a good portion of yesterday afternoon and evening horny as hell, compliments of their denying me orgasms because I wouldn’t discuss the conversation with Cami and Tristan in the dressing room. So when it came to me finally being sated, despite Talon providing some seriously amazing orgasms, I didn’t feel fully satisfied until Kyle marked me as his.

When I finally thought I was sated, for the time being, there was still a slow achy burn, but a slow burn I can handle, for now.

We passed out much like we did the night before, the only difference this time is the fact that I’m actually aware of it, not already passed out. Oh, and the fact that we’re all naked under the covers.

I am nestled against Kyle, my leg is thrown over his hip and my back is twisted just enough so that I can hold Talon to me. I can feel every inch of their erections pressing against my body and I do the near impossible by ignoring them.

This wild and crazy 12 Week - 25 City - 39 Show adventure is only getting started and I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. Our first day off and nothing but each other to hold us together. It is with that thought that I clear my mind and fall into the most restful sleep I’ve had in a very long time.

Monday dawns with a new light in my eyes. Last night was amazing and what’s more amazing is that I am still surrounded by the two men who make my life wonderful. Last night I was claimed spectacularly by two beautiful, gorgeous, and sexy as hell men. One is the lead singer of 69 Bottles and the other, their manager. It brings a shiver of excitement every time I think about it.

Today is our first day off since kicking off this tour last Thursday. Now working Thursday through Sunday might sound like a dream job, but since Thursday I have been in Los Angeles, San Diego, Las Vegas, and now I am waking up in Phoenix, Arizona. Thank god, I’m not the tourist type because the idea of getting out of bed for anything but a shower is unthinkable.

Tomorrow is another story. Tomorrow night we have a party, a party at my boss’s house here in Phoenix. Now I’ve had so much shit happen in the last four days, that having dinner and drinks with my boss and her husband, who just so happen to be one of Hollywood’s hottest celebrities, seems like old news and regular business. What I didn’t expect was last night’s concert, getting pulled on stage by Talon and then, just because I love the song I started to sing along with him. Then the next thing I knew, I was taking over the show. I roll my eyes. Yeah, I’ve always known I could sing, or at least everyone made sure to tell me that, plus four years in the church choir and solo after solo is a pretty good indication but now Cami, my boss, has offered me the chance of a lifetime.

Sign with Bold. The idea sends thousands of spiders crawling across my skin. Don’t get me wrong, I think in the back of everyone’s mind at some point in their life, they dream of being a celebrity, of being famous or at least getting their fifteen minutes of fame. I have a feeling my fifteen minutes are about to start knocking on my doorstep.

Now to disentangle from this massive pile of arms, legs, bodies and oh yes, morning wood. I shiver in anticipation, wondering what today will bring with the men surrounding me.

I don’t know how I manage it, but I do. I slide through them and off of the bed. Duty calls. I decide to take a shower and put on some clothes and order breakfast. That is until I get a glimpse at the clock. Fuck me, it’s after one in the afternoon. Then again, I vaguely remember catching the clock at one point before passing out and it was after six in the morning. I go looking for my stuff and find that my suitcase is the only one in the room and I cock my head.

Then I smile. The boys gave me the biggest room in the suite, again. I don’t remember much of what the suite looks like because I was too wrapped up in these two hotties but I seem to remember a desk just outside the door. I tug my suitcase and my messenger bag out into the main suite. They deserve to sleep. They’ve worked hard these last few days. So I find a lamp and turn it on before laying down my suitcase and putting my messenger on the desk I saw. I go digging for a pair of pj pants and a tank top. I find it, find my toiletries and quickly pad back into the room.

Once in the shower I turn the water up to as hot as I can tolerate it. I have aches and pains in various places and the water is soothing. I also vow to myself that at some point while we’re here, to take advantage of the monster tub in the bathroom. Actually, the three of us could fit in the thing and it gives me more than a few ideas and a new shot of arousal right in my pussy. My clit is sore. I can feel its tenderness with each wave of arousal that pulses through it. In all honesty, it’s not unpleasant.

When my hair is coated in shampoo and my loofah is lathered, the door behind me opens. I squeak and turn around to find Kyle with a wolfish grin on his face. “Good morning, panda girl.”

“Hi, there. How are you feeling?”

He looks down at his erection. “Horny.”

“Oh for pete’s…” I don’t get to finish when Kyle slams into me, pressing me against the wall. His lips are on mine with ardor and I melt into his body. His hard body holds mine hostage against the wall as his hands make an assault on my body. His hands slide up and down my ribcage, holding my hips tighter to him and pinning his erection between us.

“I need to be inside you. I can’t take it another minute,” he growls in my ear. His desperation spurs me, and after finding balance on my feet, I lift one of my legs in invitation. He hisses through his teeth and begins kissing my neck as his hands wrap around my thighs, lifting me up and spreading me wide, opening me to take his cock.

He lifts me up just a little more, lining himself up and slamming home. He lets out the most carnal noise I’ve ever heard as he takes a moment to settle himself. After a couple heartbeats, he starts to move, thrusting upward as his hands on my thighs hold me steady against the wall. His thrusts becoming desperate and needy, drawing me to my own release.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he growls, pounding into me. “Come for me, Addison.” He moans and my whole body shutters with his command. The orgasm I was working toward boils to the surface and my clit is in the path of his assault on my core. The friction is too much and I explode. Biting my lip until Kyle’s mouth crushes into mine, taking my cries of ecstasy and turning them into his own orgasm as he pours himself into me.

We stay like that for a few moments until he gradually lets me down. My legs are stiff and my hips ache as my legs come back together, but it is a delicious ache that I will take any way and any day so long as it is with him, or Talon.

Once Kyle sets me down, he goes about re-lathering my loofah and then he sets out to wash my body from head to toe. I don’t argue with him because I enjoy his hands all over me.

That’s the roughest Kyle has ever been with me; he’s usually the gentler one between the two, but I’ll take it. He was desperate and to be honest, so was I.

As he finishes washing me, I rinse off as he quickly washes himself. I can’t take my eyes off his body, watching his muscles give and take as he flexes to wash himself. Watching him sends a new wave of arousal to my sex.

Kyle’s tattooed body is skinny sexy, meaning that he works out, which is obvious in the muscle tone, but he’s not stacked. At least not the way Talon and no doubt some of the other band members are. Despite being skinny, he isn’t bony. Well, except for the erection he’s still sporting.

“How do you do it?” I ask him.

He looks at me. “Do what, panda?”

I step closer to him and wrap my hand around his cock. “Fuck me, come like you do and then you still have this.”

His eyes roll into the back of his head at my touch. “Baby girl, until you, I was a one and done kind of guy. But being around you, looking at you, constantly hard is my new middle name.”

“Does it bother you?”

He tilts his head back soaking up my touch. “That he’s never soft?” He smiles, “Not really. It got pretty painful yesterday, but it just makes it all the more sweeter when I do finally get to come. But when you walk out of the room, it’s like he knows his favorite place to be is gone and he goes limp.” He gives me a wink.

I laugh a little. “Is that even possible?”

He presses me against the wall, putting both hands on either side of my head. “Baby girl, with you, anything is possible.”

With that, he kills the water, pulls his erection free of my hands and backs away. I pout. “I wasn’t done with that.”

He laughs and grabs a towel. “Come here.” He winks at me. “I’m saving it for later.” I give him a half smile and bat my eyes. He snorts. “Nice try. Now let me dry you off.”

I’m dried off, dressed and partially sated. I am now sitting at the desk in the sitting room of the suite. Kyle took care of ordering some food for us and Talon is still passed out in the bedroom. Neither one of us had the heart to wake him up so we closed the door and came out here.