Chapter 23
Jett
Shayla’s busy packing. I should be too. Instead I’m half-lying down on the sofa, staring out the window at nothing.
On top of everything else, she’s going back to New York.
This sucks.
She zips up her case and comes over. “Jett. Come on. Aren’t you going to come to the airport with me?”
“Of course. But that’s not until way later.”
“You still have to get your stuff together too. It’s all over the place.”
I rub at my eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”
Dylan tosses a shirt into his bag. “We’ve still got more shows to do. It’s not over yet.”
“Right. And then what?”
“Then we all go on and do the next thing.”
“Yeah, and what’s that?”
He shrugs. “Who knows? We’ll figure it all out. Now get your ass up so we can get going.”
Someone starts pounding on the door. I get up to go tell whoever it is to fuck off and read the damn Do Not Disturb sign.
I open the door to Zac, who pushes his way past me before I can say a word. I scowl at him. “What’s with you? And come on in, by the way.”
“You won’t believe this. I just talked to Lenny.”
I sigh. “What’s up? More bad press? Brand new trashing of me?”
Zac shakes his head. “We didn’t get into that. He got a call today. An offer for us to join another tour.”
“Yeah?” That gets my attention.
“We’d be opening for a band you might have heard of.” Zac’s grinning like a maniac.
“What’s the tour?” Dylan knows everything that’s going on.
“It’s not even announced yet.” Zac’s grin turns into a smirk. He’s never this annoying. Why now?
“Come on, man. Spill it.”
“Okay. It’s Disarray.”
“What? Are you serious? Because that’s not something to joke about, man.”
Zac slaps me on the back. “I wouldn’t. I’m dead serious. We’re going out with Disarray.”
“Cora?” Shayla looks like she’s about to have a fit. “You guys are going to be playing on the same stage as Cora?”
“That’s right. We are.”
“Holy fuck.” Dylan grabs Shayla and spins her around. “That’s a hell of a thing.”
“Why?” I want to know. “Why us? Why now?”
“Oh, Jett. Can’t you just be happy that it’s happening?” Shayla’s just as excited as Dylan and Zac.
“I would be, if I could believe it. Are you sure it’s not a prank?” I fix my gaze on Zac.
“Positive. I guess all the attention Tailspin’s been getting got us on their radar. Cora personally decided she wants us.”
“Seriously? That’s pretty cool.” Dylan’s smile is as big as Shayla’s.
“Yup. They heard about us and decided we’d be a good fit musically on their tour. Which we are. And that’s how we got on their radar. Because of everything that’s being said about you guys and Tailspin. Lenny told me everything, and it’s all legit.”
A slow grin starts to spread over my face. Touring with Disarray is way bigger than touring with Entangle. It’s a huge deal and a massive step forward for us.
“I gotta go tell the other guys. I’ll see you later.” The moment Zac leaves, Dylan and Shayla are by my side.
“Congrats, man.” Dylan’s grabbing me up in a hug.
Shayla squeezes in to join us. “You’re going to tour with one of my favorite bands in the world. I can’t believe it.”
I can’t believe it myself. Not quite. “I guess.”
“Yeah, like Zac would make up something like that? Get over yourself, Jett.” Dylan gives me a hard slap on the ass, then turns to Shayla. “I think our boy needs to celebrate with us. That might make it real.”
Shayla looks torn. “But I have my flight. And we have to check out soon.”
“No, Dylan’s right. A celebration’s the right thing to do.” I stroke my fingers through her hair. “There’s more than enough time before you have to get to the airport. And we can vacate the room whenever we want to. It’s just a late fee.”
I grab hold of her hand and Dylan’s, pulling them over to the bed. We all fall on it together.
Shayla laughs and climbs on top of me. Dylan caresses us both and we reach for him at the same time. He catches Shayla’s mouth up in a hot kiss. I slide my hand over their bodies, working my way lower and lower.
We’re all trying to get each other’s clothes off at the same time. Not so easy, so I go for Dylan’s pants. His stiffening cock springs out right by my face.
I suck him deep into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I can just see his hand slipping between Shayla’s legs as they kiss.
It’s not easy, but I try to concentrate on the blow job I’m giving him. His cock gets harder as I work him, quickly becoming an iron bar in my mouth.
Shayla breaks their kiss. Dylan helps her climb up on him and straddle his face. She gasps. His tongue must be snaking between her thighs. I want so much to see what they’re doing. But I want to be sucking Dylan’s big, hard cock even more.
At least I’m getting a nice view of Shayla’s great ass as I suck on Dylan. She can’t hold still as he works her over and although I can’t see it, I can tell he’s got his hands on her breasts.
Dylan tenses up, and reluctantly I let his cock slip out of my mouth. He groans disapprovingly and the vibrations make Shayla buck up.
“Time to share, bud.” Shayla climbs off him, and she lies down on her back.
I dive right in.
Giving her a long lick, I stop at her clit. Her scent alone is turning me on like crazy. Lust is clouding my brain so much that Dylan nearly has to drag me away so he can take his turn at making Shayla squirm with pleasure.
Shayla moans as his tongue circles her clit. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but he’s going slow and steady, like there’s all the time in the world.
I’m too impatient, taking his place almost before he moves aside to let me. I feast on Shayla until her thighs clench around my head. I don’t let up.
“Oh, yes. Jett. I can’t–” Shayla legs are trembling as I suck her clit until she goes off like a summer storm. Her body arches up and she cries out. I don’t stop licking the fresh flood of juices she’s rewarding me with.
Shayla coming only drives me closer to the edge. It’s like she’s possessed as she grinds against my mouth.
“You two are going to kill me.” She can barely get the words out in between pants. Finally she’s spent, her head falling back on the pillow.
Normally I like to cover her body with mine and hug her while she comes down. But not this time. I’m burning with need and lust has control of me. I need more.
I glance at Dylan. He was entranced with watching us, especially Shayla. Now he’s got it together enough to grab for a condom and lube.
Yes.
He knows what I want.
Before he suits up, he reaches out. A groan tears out of me as he runs his fingers over my throbbing cock. At least he stops before he shoves me right over the edge. I return the torture by grabbing the condom out of his hand, and I take my sweet time getting it onto him. By the time I’m done, he’s as worked up as I am.
I climb between Shayla’s legs. I rub my hard cock against her clit before I slide inside her sexy body. I thrust deep, right up until the moment Dylan slaps my ass. Then I stop and hold still, even as Shayla’s heat is about to burn me up.
He eases a lubed-up finger inside of me, then another. Working me good. My cock throbs in response.
Withdrawing his fingers slowly, Dylan gives my ass another smack. “Ready?”
I swallow hard. “Yes.” I’m eager to take him on. Way more than ready.
His stiff cock nudges against my hole. All of a sudden, I’m worried about how big he is. I’ve never been fucked by a guy as big as him before.
As if he senses my concern, Dylan sets his hand down on my back reassuringly. “There’s no rush. Let me know if you want to stop.”
I already know I won’t want to stop. At least, not for any reason other than to adjust to his size.
I need this.
“Give it to me.”
He grabs my hips, holding me steady as he starts to push into me. I exhale. He’s going slow to start. He knows what he’s doing.
“Christ, you’re tight.” Dylan’s moving slowly and steadily. He’s big, really big, but I can take him. Shayla runs her fingers through my hair and I lean down to kiss her.
Dylan’s all the way inside of me. I’m gasping as I adjust to him, but it doesn’t take long. I give Shayla one more kiss and the way she looks at me makes my heart race.
Dylan pulls back, still going slow. I let him pick up a little speed before I move myself, sliding my cock further into Shayla. It’s awkward at first but soon enough we all get a good rhythm going. I stroke forward into Shayla and Dylan thrusts into me.
All three of us are panting. The sensation of being fucked while I’m deep inside Shayla is beyond words. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I can’t believe it.
This is the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
Dylan stops moving, letting me rock back and forth between him and Shayla. She bucks her hips up to meet every single pump of mine. I’m getting more erratic. It’s hard to stay in control and when Dylan grabs at my hips again, it’s a good thing.
He pounds into me, so hard that he pushes me forward and into Shayla. He’s doing all the work now.
“It’s like I can feel you both. Like we’re all together, joined like this,” Shayla says softly. “I can’t believe how good this feels.”
“Oh, yeah.” Dylan’s words come out strained.
I’m right there with them, but I can’t find my voice. He’s thrusting without any holding back, taking both Shayla and I, making us his. The intensity building up inside me is insane. The orgasm I’m going to have just might kill me.
I don’t care.
Shayla’s nipples slide against my chest as Dylan pumps faster. My breathing goes ragged. It’s all I can do to try and stay in control of the rising storm inside of me.
Almost without warning, Shayla’s body clenches. Arching up, she writhes beneath me, her head pressing into my shoulder to keep from screaming out her climax. I’m not even sure she can catch her breath before another wave of orgasm strikes her.
She still coming when I start. I have no chance with her muscles clenching tightly around my throbbing cock. I half-collapse onto her, fighting to get enough air to fill my lungs. My head’s spinning in a way that feels like I could almost pass out from everything that’s happening at once.
Still Dylan pounds my ass relentlessly. Tensing my arms as best I can, I brace myself against his onslaught. Partly so we don’t crush Shayla, and partly because I want him to give it to me good and hard.
Dylan’s breathing is rough and harsh. His sweat drips down onto my back, mixing with my own. With a grunt, he’s coming. I shudder as his orgasm starts just as mine’s finishing.
All too soon, Dylan’s pulling out of my ass. He falls down onto his back beside me.
Shayla’s in better condition than either one of us. Lying on her side, her head rests in her hand as she gazes at Dylan and I. Her blue eyes sparkle in that way she has that I adore so much. “This is a pretty nice way to celebrate.” Her voice is low and damn if my well-spent cock doesn’t stir a little at the sexy sound of it. “Don’t you think?”
“Uh huh.” It’s all I can manage to come up with.
“You guys okay?” Shayla’s smirking at us both. Dylan’s a mess and I’m sure I’m no better. “Well and truly fucked?”
He nods, a broad smile making his face light up. “Yeah.”
“I’ll say,” I add.
What? She doesn’t look right.
“Are you crying? Why?”
Shayla brushes a tear from her eye. “I’m not sad. I’m happy. It’s just overwhelming. I love you. I love you both so much. It’s like, too much joy. Do you know what I mean?”
I do. Dylan and I drape ourselves over her, and he speaks up first. “I love you too.” My heart beats hard as his eyes lock with mine. “And you.”
Something blissful cracks open deep inside me, radiating through my whole body. Like the sun coming out after a summer rain.
The words don’t come easy to me. Not yet. If I could somehow play out what I want to say in notes on my guitar, I would.
“I love you. Both of you.” I about choke on the words.
But at least I get them out.
And it’s worth it. Shayla and Dylan are both grinning at me in a way I’ve never seen them do before.
He grabs at my hair, pulling me close for a kiss. “Thought you’d never admit it,” he says when we have to come up for air.
“Me either.” Shayla takes her turn kissing me.
We curl up close to each other, as close as we can get.
This is the best new life I can ever imagine having.