Page 30 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“Oh, I want you to do me in order. I want you to do me until I can’t remember a time I didn’t want to be tied up and fucked by two guys.”

“Tell me what you want.” This time I asked the two sexy men on my bed. Well, technically Xav’s bed, but I’d been playing in it enough to call it mine.

“Isn’t that my line?” Xavier asked.

“You’ve been in such a shit mood lately; I deserve some fun. You want to tie me up?” I caressed the handcuffs as if they were Xavier’s cock. Soft felt covering hard steel. I pretended the shivers were from anticipation, not my fear. Not fear, apprehension. No, it had to be anticipation, excitement. I could trust them.

“What is it you want? What can we do for you?” Devon’s voice almost broke. What on earth had I done in a previous life to deserve these men?

“Let’s start off easy.” I twirled the handcuffs. “What annoys you the most about living in the pub in isolation? One correct answer from each of you get to cuff one of my wrists.”

“OK, I’ll go first.” Devon wrapped his hand around my hips, pushing Xavier out of the way and finding my wet pussy. “I hate living here with one female and not being able to access this anytime I fucking want to.”

“Well that was one,” I said, “Xav?”

“You want me to say one thing, but I can’t decide. Is it the ego, or is it just the fact that I can’t get you guys out of my space for five fucking seconds? You’re sucking the creativity out of me I wanted to use this time locked away to write a killer album. But you guys are in my face all the fucking time.”

“Just the guys?” I didn’t believe him.

“What do you want me to say?”

“How about the truth—what do I do that pisses you off?”

Xavier paused as Devon massaged my naked wrist. “I hate the way you walk into a room and all I want to do is slam you over the nearest piece of furniture and feel you tighten around my cock. I hate the fact that you walk in the room, and I’m wanting you to want me as badly as I want you. I hate the fact that ever since you walked into my life, whether I’m happy or not, is up to you.”

“Wow! That’s a lot of honesty and deserves a reward.” I handed Xavier the handcuffs. “Would you like to be the first?”

“The first to what?”

“The first to use these handcuffs on me today?”

“Just a minute,” Devon crooned. “We need to get you ready.”

Front the side table, he pulled out a bottle of massage oil and drizzled it down my arm. “Help me out here,” he asked Xavier, offering my other arm.

I’d never felt something so erotic. They’d stopped playing with my pussy and only my arm was in play. Seriously, they were driving me wild. Different men with different styles. Devon took control of my fingers, massaging circles until I wanted to lie back and let them do anything that wanted. Xavier covered the full length of my other arm in long, firm stokes.

“I think she’s ready for you, mate.” Xavier handed the cuffs to Devon who clipped one wrist to the hook.

“So, what’s the next question?

“I’m thinking,” I paused, trying to re-engage my brain. “When we walk away from here, what’s the one thing that you’ll wish you’d done?”

Devon was the first to answer. Covering my body with his, hissing into my face. Leaving no doubt how much he meant every word. “Fuck you senseless, strapped to this bus, without your man playing chaperone.”

“Oh, Devon.”

He took my plea as an invitation to forget the rest of my questions. Taking control while Xavier played wingman. It was Devon who claimed my kisses. Devon who ripped back my ponytail. Devon who entered me slowly. I loved watching his eyes change from excitement to anticipation to drowning. I felt the same. All the while, Xavier cupped me from behind. Allowing his friend to hold centre stage, knowing we’d have all night together with no distraction.

As long as Xavier still crooned my name, enjoyed watching me be fucked by his friends, we could do this. I stopped thinking. Giving into four hands and two hearts.

“Wow,” Devon undid my cuffs before collapsing on the bed beside me. “Where’s the girl who didn’t think she’d enjoy being tied up!”

“Must have been my amazing teachers, thanks.” I smiled at Xavier who’d already gotten damp wash cloths. We’d torn up the bedroom, again, and I hated dashing inside, my walk of shame. This whole being tied up was surreal. Up until a week ago, I’d only experienced it as a power trip—and I had none. Now, these men had shown me the power of trust. They valued my trust as a precious commodity.

“You okay?” I mouthed to Xavier, trying to read his face.

“Oh, babe.” Ignoring Devon, he pulled me to stand against his chest. My heart still racing and his, well, I doubted we’d make it until tonight before he exploded. “I don’t know what this is. Only that I don’t want iso to end any time soon.”

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