Rock Stars Do It Harder (4 page)

Cleo grinned. “Well, that works.” She tugged again, and Chase stepped out of his pants, naked now. “The bet was just the pants, but I’ll take this, too.”

Kylie and Leah glanced at each other, then burst into giggles again. They whispered to each other, then stood up and wove their way, a little unsteadily, around the table to Chase. Cleo poured four shots, and they each downed theirs. Chase looked at each woman in turn, all of them now clad in only panties—or, in Leah’s case, a miniskirt.

Leah stood to one side of Chase, Kylie on the other, with Cleo still sitting facing him. No one moved for several long moments, and then Leah lifted her hand and slid it down Chase’s chest to his belly. Kylie did the same on the other side, and now both girls’ hands were on his belly, inches from his straining cock.

Chase, his eyes still locked on Cleo, who seemed to be battling some kind of discomfort or embarrassment, ran his hands up Kylie’s and Leah’s thighs. Both girls pressed closer to him, and then Kylie turned into him, pressed her lips to his arm and wrapped her nimble guitarist’s fingers around his thick shaft. Chase slipped his palm under her panties to caress her ass, pushing the cotton boy-short panties down. Kylie wriggled her hips and shimmied out of them. Chase searched the hem of Leah’s skirt until he found the zipper, and then, with one hand still kneading Kylie’s firm, tight ass, he unzipped Leah’s skirt and shoved it down, working his palm down one hip and then arcing across her flat belly to the other hip. Cleo sat motionless the entire time, her hazel eyes piercing into Chase’s.

If he was going to be honest with himself, Chase knew he would rather have been alone with Cleo, and if he was any judge of her expression, Cleo was wishing for the same thing.

Instead, Kylie’s delicate fingers were slowly stroking his cock near the tip, and then Leah took him in her hand as well, near the base, their pumping hands meeting in the middle.

Chase held himself absolutely still, except for his exploring hands, which were drifting up to curl around Kylie’s and Leah’s waists to cup their breasts and roll their nipples.

“I dare you to lick it, Cleo,” Kylie said, her free hand grazing over Chase’s ass.

Cleo hesitated, glancing from Chase’s face to his cock.

“Yeah, Cleo. Come on,” Leah urged. “Suck on his pretty cock.”

“You first,” Cleo said.

Leah shrugged. “I’d love to,” she said, sinking to her knees.
 

Cleo’s brows knitted as Leah put her lips around the broad crown just above Kylie’s still-stroking fingers. Chase’s breathing grew ragged, but he didn’t move a muscle, even his hands frozen as Leah began to get into it now, sucking on the tip, licking around the groove, her fist pumping him near the base, her other hand gripping his ass.
 

Chase once again pushed away doubts, which were buried deep, and not enough to put a halt to this.. This felt good. Two hot women were all over him. This was awesome. Epic. He’d never been with more than one woman before, and this was shaping up to be even better than he’d dared imagine.

Except…Cleo.
 

She seemed as unsure as he felt, deep down. She wasn’t touching him, her eyes locked on his.
 

Pour a shot
, he mouthed to her. She nodded and poured shots. He need more liquid courage to really go through with this. He snaked his arm out from behind Kylie and took the shot, feeling his inhibitions burn away under the smooth burn of the Patrón.
 

Kylie knelt down on his other side now, and Leah moved away to make room for her. Kylie’s lips wrapped around him, and she took him deep into her mouth. Leah had only worked his tip, never taking him deep. Kylie did the opposite, sliding him into her mouth as deep as she could before backing away slowly, only to deep-throat him again.
 

Chase closed his eyes and swallowed, his throat dry and his muscles burning from the effort to keep still, to hold back. “Girls, you have to stop now. I’m close.”

Kylie laughed, her voice buzzing on his cock, and he flinched. She took him deep, and then moved away. Leah took her place again, working his tip with her tongue.
 

Chase frowned, realizing they had no intention of stopping. Cleo watched all this, her face struggling for impassivity. She abruptly stood up, and Chase shot his hand out to grab hers, stopping her from walking away. He slid his palm up her arm, stopped at her breast, then moved up again, slipping around the back of her neck beneath her purple dreads. He pulled her close, closer, and then his lips met hers. She gasped, stiffened, and tried to pull away, but Chase held her in place, darting his tongue between her lips. She melted slightly, and then eased into the kiss.

Chase pulled away after a moment, his forehead touching hers as he struggled to hold back. His hips were circling against his control, and now Leah backed away, too.

“You want it?” Leah asked Kylie.

Kylie didn’t answer, wrapping her lips around him again and taking him deep. Her hand, along with Leah’s, began to stroke him faster now, and Kylie’s bobbing head matched the speed of her hand.
 

“I’m…I’m right there,” Chase gasped. “I’m about to come…”

Cleo moaned into his mouth as he began to growl, and then she kissed him. Chase ran his hand over Cleo’s ribs, then palmed her breast. She moaned again, then slipped her hand down between Kylie and Leah to cup his balls, pressing her middle finger against his taint. Chase let his head flop back, and his spine arched as he came with a loud roar. Kylie took him deep into her throat as he spurted a second time, and then her lips were replaced by Leah’s, and she sucked his tip furiously, drawing a third spasm from him, hollowing her cheeks to glean every drop from him.
 

She drew him out of her mouth with a
pop
, and then Leah gave his tip one last lick.

Chase sagged, stumbling. Kylie and Leah stood up, pushing Chase toward the queen bed, and he crawled onto it. Cleo remained where she stood, hesitating. Chase held his hand out to her, meeting her gaze with his own.
 

A long moment passed before Cleo lifted her chin in a defiant gesture, then wriggled out of her panties and climbed onto the bed.

Chase planted sloppy kisses on her skin as she moved onto the bed with him.
She’s going to be the first to come
, Chase decided.

Leah was already pressing herself in on his right side, Kylie on his left, their hands smoothing over his body, roaming his chest and stomach and thighs and cock. Cleo was perched awkwardly over his knees, her hands on Chase’s shoulders to support her weight. Chase grasped her wrists in his hands and tugged her toward him, kissing her lips as she reached him, then pulled her higher yet, ignoring her confused expression. He planted his hands on her ass and lifted to settle her knees next to his head, her legs under his shoulders so her soft, damp, shaven core was hovering over his mouth.
 

Planting her palms on the wall, Cleo arched her back with a low, hesitant moan as Chase swiped his tongue along her crease. He adjusted her position slightly, then licked at her again, and a third time before flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue. Cleo gasped, a breathless sound that turned into a drawn-out moan as he circled her clit.

Chase was reminded of the girls to either side when their lips pressed moist kisses on his chest and stomach, their hands still exploring his body. Chase slid his palms on their bellies, and both Kylie and Leah sent up their moans of pleasure as he dipped his fingers between their thighs. Chase found his ability to multitask put to the test as he swirled his tongue around Cleo’s clit while establishing a delving rhythm with his hands inside the other two girls’ desire-wet clefts.
 

A chorus of moans filled the hotel room, Cleo’s the loudest. Chase slowed his rhythm, finding his tongue and fingers working together. Each girl gasped in protest when he slowed his ministrations to nearly nothing, teasing their pussies with fingertips and tongue moving just enough to stimulate, but not enough to let them reach orgasm.
 

“Chase, god, please!” Cleo groaned.

Chase chuckled low in his throat. “Please what, Cleo?”
 

“Fuck you, Delany. Don’t make me say it.”

Kylie giggled on his left, her diminutive but nimble fingers stroking his limp but slowly-solidifying cock. Leah was working his balls, massaging them gently in her hands, pressing a finger to his taint and rolling it in tiny circles as Kylie began to pump his now semi-rigid shaft. He felt Kylie leave the bed, then come back, guiding his fingers back to her cleft. He didn’t spare a glance, but he heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper, then felt the rubber stretch over him, rolled hand over hand down his length.

Chase sped up his rhythm, licking at Cleo’s clit quickly, circling, flicking and sucking the small, hard, sensitive nub until she was writhing above him, gasping loud moans, arching and bowing her spine. She was at the edge, Chase realized.

He slowed his tongue, keeping his fingers moving inside Kylie and Leah, flicking his two long middle fingers over their G-spots.

“Say it, Cleo,” Chase demanded, then speared his tongue at her clit.

Cleo tried to resist, groaning and lifting up, away from Chase, but then lowered herself back down to his mouth. “Goddamn it, Delany.” She moaned again when he licked her pussy in slow, torturous circles. “I won’t beg you.”

“I’m not asking you to beg. Just say what you want.”

Cleo growled. “You’re a bastard.” She whimpered when his tongue ran in narrowing circles around her nub, then shrieked when he flicked it again with his tongue. She was close, now, only a few swipes of his tongue away from coming. “Goddamnit, Delany. Fine. Please,
please
make me come.”

Chase rewarded her with an increased tempo, licking her clit until she was undulating above him, caught up in the sensation and helpless to quiet her shrieks as she came apart.
 

Leah was right behind Cleo, moaning softly as she gyrated her hips on the bed, lifting her clenching pussy into his fingers as she came, her hands going still on his balls. Kylie was last, letting her voice rise up in a long scream when she came, slowing her fist on Chase’s cock and curling into his side as she writhed in ecstasy.

Cleo was gasping, panting, sliding her core down Chase’s chest to rest her breasts on his face. He took a nipple in his mouth, gently suckling until she wriggled on top of him, hypersensitive. She lifted up to meet his gaze, and for a split second, he saw something in her eyes, a moment of vulnerability swiftly erased.

Leah clambered over Chase’s legs to slip between him and Kylie, turning away from him to face the other girl. Both girls giggled, and then tangled their legs together, Leah half-straddling Kylie as they locked lips. Chase watched in fascination for a long moment as the two women scissored their legs together, palms scrubbing over breasts, groping and grabbing with a frenzy that shocked him.

Cleo laughed in Chase’s ear. “Don’t mind them. That’s just what they do.”

Chase ran his hands down Cleo’s back to caress her ass, then grabbed her hips, pushing her downward until her cleft was brushing the tip of his cock. Cleo moaned, rolled her hips slightly, then lowered herself to impale him into her.

 
“Oh…my…god…” Cleo gasped, thumping her head onto his chest and swiveling her hips to help him find her sweet spot. “Right there, oh god, yes, right there.”

Chase thrust into her, trying to ignore the sounds of the other girls next to him, wet kissing, fingers moving inside pussies, giggles and moans. He was slightly embarrassed to be witnessing Kylie and Leah together, but in end gave himself over to being turned on by it. Their soft, sinuous bodies writhed together, pale skin flashing in the lights of Vegas shining through the open curtains. Their laughter faded as they neared release, moans becoming frantic, feminine gasps of ecstasy rising in an erotic chorus.

Chase let himself grunt as he moved inside Cleo, raising his hips to meet hers, his large hands nearly spanning her tiny waist, lifting her negligible weight to crash her back down on top of him.

“I’m so close again, Chase,” Cleo whispered in his ear, “but I need you on top.”

Chase grinned up at her, then flipped her effortlessly, propping his weight on his elbows, his hips fitting between her parted thighs. “Like this?”

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his ass to pull him against her. “Harder, please.”

Chase complied, driving into her slow and hard, drawing out and thrusting in. Cleo’s hands clawed down his shoulders as she rolled her pussy against him, their bodies meeting in a slap of flesh, their mutual moans of pleasure counterpointed by Leah and Kylie next to them coming with tangled screams and shrieks.

Chase’s low male growls braided with the three female gasps, and then all became a symphony of orgasm as they all released together, Cleo curling around Chase and growling a high-pitched scream, Chase rasping low in his throat, Kylie and Leah’s moans echoing in harmony.

Then all was still and silent but for desperate panting for breath.

Chase moved his weight off Cleo, resting half-on, half-off the bed, one leg planted on the floor, the other across Cleo’s legs. Kylie and Leah took up most of the bed, tangled together in a splay of limbs, their breathing soft and rhythmic, gentle snores.
 

Chase tried to relax and get comfortable, but there were simply too many bodies in the bed, so he slipped off the bed, tugged his boxers on and made his way onto the balcony. The Vegas air was warm and dry, the sound of cars rushing in perpetual traffic, voices filtering up from the sidewalk a dozen stories beneath him.
 

He was still a little drunk, he realized. The lights around him were blurring and twisting. He heard the sliding glass door open and then close. Cleo joined him, his T-shirt not quite covering her ass, showing she hadn’t put on panties. Her bare skin flashed in the darkness, and he felt a stirring of desire for her, something strange and out of place that he didn’t understand. He’d just had sex with her, but he felt awkward staring at her bare pussy peeking out from beneath the shirt. He looked away, and Cleo tugged the shirt lower.