Craving Talon (18 page)

Push in, pull out, rub clit, push against the plug. “Argh,” I groan out as I continue sliding my beautiful purple cock in and out of Kyle’s ass. He is beginning to move with me, sliding down on me as I slide in, increasing the pushing and pulling of the toy inside my core.
 

With each pull out, I can feel the toy slipping slightly, but with each push in, it slips back into place. I keep up my slow rhythm, not wanting to go too hard or too fast for Kyle but seeing him sprawled out on the bed, writhing and moaning to my actions is going to make me come again.
 

Talon comes back into the room. He’s watching me as I continue to fuck Kyle. He takes his cock in his hand and begins stroking it in long languid strokes. My mouth waters and Kyle groans. “I want your cock,” Kyle says as I thrust inside. His voice sounds full of lust and desire and Talon won’t deny him anything like that. I nod at Talon and he slides over in front of Kyle who adjusts so that he is a little more on all fours.
 

“Fuck me,” I groan as his motions send a new wave of pleasure across my clit and into my pussy. Kyle pulls Talon’s cock into his mouth and he begins sucking it. I come up more on my knees, bringing Kyle’s ass higher and allowing me more freedom. I squeeze my thighs together, increasing the sensation and tightening my hold on the cock between my legs. I can see clearly from here that Kyle’s mouth is working feverishly over Talon’s cock. Talon leans forward toward me and I do the same as I slide inside of Kyle once again.

Talon’s mouth lands on mine and his hand comes to one of my nipples. He rubs it and pulls it between his fingers. I thrust into Kyle again and he cries out. But not in pain. “More?” I ask and Kyle’s head nods.
 

I begin to gradually increase my pace. I notice that the faster I go, the better it feels and the more my pussy contracts around the bulb inside. Keeping it in place. “Fuck!” Kyle cries out.
 

I rub my hands along his back, taking hold of his hips to help guide me in and out. My eyes roll up into my head and Talon now has both hands playing with my nipples. Tugging and pulling, pushing and fucking. “Fuck. I’m gonna….”
 

I can barely finish the thought. I let my hand slip down around Kyle’s hip and I take his cock in my hand. “You ready to come for your woman, cowboy?”
 

I watch as Kyle nods furiously around Talon’s cock. I look at Talon, seeing an answer to my question and he nods.
 

I begin stroking Kyle’s cock, but the position is awkward. Talon senses it. “Fuck your hand, Kyle.” He commands and Kyle’s hand immediately goes to his cock. I can feel his balls shifting against my legs as he strokes.
 

I move faster, sliding in and out of Kyle, fucking him. “Come on cowboy, give it to me. Give me that fucking orgasm,” I cry out as I explode. The pressure in my pussy and my ass is so intense, it’s nearly painful. Kyle throws his head back with his own lusty cry and Talon pumps his cock into Kyle’s mouth.
 

We all continue riding our orgasms, but Kyle’s hand is the first to stop moving as he slumps onto the bed. I shiver at the movement around my purple cock and slowly begin to pull it out of him. “Ah!” he says with a twinge of pain in his voice.
 

“I’m sorry, cowboy.”
 

“’S’okay,” he says into the mattress. I keep pulling back slowly. When I reach the thickest part, I rub my hand along his back, encouraging him to relax and he does. I pull free of him and he collapses onto the bed.
 

“Don’t move, angel,” Talon tells me and I stay still. “Let me help you.” He stands and I’m relieved to see that he’s still hard. I’m going to need that cock after he pulls this plug out of me. “Kyle?”
 

“Hmph.” Talon and I both laugh.
 

“Are you able to move at all?” We both watch as he shakes his head no. So Talon lifts up his leg. “I need to get this stuff out of our baby.” I help Talon lift his leg and Kyle rolls over onto his back, leaving half of the bed for me.
 

I notice, for the first time since we’ve been together that Kyle is limp and I swell with pride. I had something to do with that.
 

“Bend over, angel. Like before.” I do as he tells me to and I feel him tugging on the purple cock and it flops free, immediately following its extraction there is a mess of liquid that spills out. “Shit,” Talon says. “That’s fucking unbelievably hot. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any hotter.” I snort a laugh. Then I feel his finger dip into my waiting slit and I moan. “I need to be inside you,” he breathes and I wiggle my hips, inviting him in.
 

He saddles up behind me and I can feel the head of his cock pressing into me. It’s too much, it actually hurts. “Ahh, please, take the plug out. Too sensitive.”
 

“Okay, angel.” I feel him going to work on the plug as he slowly slides in and out of me in small little spurts. The pulling of the plug has me near orgasm again and he can sense it, but he’s trying to be gentle. As soon as the plug is free he slams into me, slamming home and forcing another orgasm to rock through my body. I come alive one more time for my big man while Kyle slumbers quietly on the other side of the bed.
 

Sometime while we slept soundly, the bus took off for Galveston. Everyone was on board who was supposed to be there and no one who wasn’t. I actually feel kind of bad wrapping myself up with Talon and Kyle so much that I’m ignoring so much of my work or at least the things that I’m supposed to be doing from a PR stand point.
 

I wake up to another mountain of email notifications with story alerts, all of which involve me and my ‘unbelievable’, ‘amazing’ and ‘surprising’ performance with the band. There is also some speculation about a recorded duet with Talon and myself. I’m assuming the label had something to do with that news flash.

When we arrive in Galveston around eight on Thursday night, Kyle disappears pretty quickly. Taking off for the store he said with a kiss to my forehead. I continue working, reviewing some social media comments, especially on Twitter, tweeting and re-tweeting various comments about the band. Then finally end with a tweet about our arrival in Galveston. Tomorrow night is the show, which gives us tonight for ourselves. It doesn’t take long before Dex, Peacock and Mouse are dressed to go out.
 

“You comin’, Red?” Dex asks. I smile sweetly and shake my head. “Your loss.” He gives me an evil smirk. Again, I’m strangely comforted by the fact that Dex has returned to himself. Though I suspect it is more of a show than a real desire.

A little while later, Kyle finally returns. “Hey panda.”
 

“Hey, where’d you run off to?”
 

“Just needed to run to the store. Listen, are you about done?”
 

I look at my computer then back to Kyle, “I can be done whenever, what’s up?”
 

“Why don’t you go grab your hoodie and meet me outside?”
 

I reply with a confused smile, “Uh, sure.” I close up my laptop, unplug it and set off toward the back of the bus when Kyle descends the stairs. When I enter our room, Talon is sitting on the bed looking at his phone. “Hey,” I say and he looks up at me.
 

“Oh hey, what’s up?”
 

I shrug, “Kyle wants me outside. Do you…?
 

He stands, comes over to me and wraps his arm around my waist, kissing my forehead. “Then you better go.” He smiles sweetly.
 

“What’s going on?”
 

He smiles, “He wants to talk to you.”
 

“What about you?” I ask.

He shrugs and the smile doesn’t leave his lips. “This is between the two of you. I’ll join you in a little while,” he says with conviction.
 

“Alright.” I lift up on my toes and kiss his chin, feeling the scruff as his beard scrape against my lips. I shiver, remembering what that mouth feels like on me.
 

His silent chuckle tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking. I extract myself; putting my laptop away and grabbing my hoodie. “Be gentle with him,” Talon whispers as I reach for the knob.
 

“Always,” I say with a small smile which he returns and goes back to whatever he was doing on his phone. I leave the room, and head toward the front of the bus. When I step down the steps I can see Kyle sitting on top of a picnic table. He has his elbows on his knees and his head hanging down. He looks so sad. There’s a fire in the fire pit in front of him and the two busses and a camper owned by one of the roadies make a U-shaped area around the fire. Opposite the camper, though farther away, is the backside of the venue. There is little in the way of lights, which makes the fire a necessity.
 

“Kyle,” I say softly and he lifts his head. “What’s going on?” I can see his features are tight with worry. Something I haven’t seen on his face since Phoenix, before we learned about his mom being a bitch. I walk over to him slowly.
 

He climbs down off of the picnic table, taking me in his arms, gently. He glides his hands from my hips along my back and his lips slant over mine. The kiss is full of passion, desperation and a need I’ve never felt before. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him to me. I kiss him back with as much passion as he’s throwing at me. Conveying everything I can’t say to him, not yet anyway.
 

When our breathing becomes ragged and nearly impossible, he pulls back. I take a deep breath. “Wow, what was that for?” I breathe. He leads me to the picnic table and I climb up, just like he was, sitting on the table with my feet on the bench.

I watch as he bends down, picking something up off of the ground, he holds it up in front of me. “It’s time we talked,” he says quietly as he holds up a twelve pack of Sam Adams.
 

The air in my lungs leaves me in a rush. My heart pounds in my chest. Near panic. This is it, this is what we’ve put off. I look at him with unshed tears in my eyes. “Are you going to tell me good-bye?” I breathe. I wonder if he actually heard me.
 

He sets the twelve pack down, pulls a bottle free, popping the cap off, and hands it to me. He repeats the process for himself and takes a big swallow. He hasn’t answered my question causing a tear to streak down my cheek. “That will only happen if you want it to happen.”
 

I hiss through my teeth and take a big, big, nearly finishing the bottle swallow. “You think that because you’re Dan’s brother that I can’t do this? That I can’t be with you?”
 

He doesn’t answer, he just looks away from me. I can see it in his eyes that he’s petrified. Slowly, with shaky legs he climbs onto the bench next to me. He’s backlit by the lights atop the building behind us, making it hard for me to see his face, read his eyes. “What was he like?” he asks.
 

I lean forward with my elbows on my knees, beer bottle rolling between my hands. “Until a few days ago, I had nothing to compare him to. I shut down when he died, Kyle. I breathed out of habit; I worked because I could forget about him. I forced myself to move out of our apartment within a month. I couldn’t be there anymore. Everywhere I turned, I was reminded of him.” I down the rest of my beer and reach for the bottle opener on the table and pop the top of another beer. I watch in my peripheral as Kyle drains his as well. I hand him the one I’ve just opened and grab another one.
 

“But when I think about it now,” I continue, “I realize that Dan was like breathing, it was natural and habitual. There were no sparks, no fireworks, no doe eyes when I looked at him. It was convenient and natural.” I look over at Kyle, “I loved your brother, but he doesn’t hold a candle to what I feel when I’m with you or Talon. There’s…” I pause, taking another swig of my beer. “Everything’s different now. I see that now, I feel it.”

“What about sex?” he breathes.
 

“Is that something you really want to know?” I ask and take another swig.