Page 118 of Disharmony

He lets out a low growl from the back of his throat. I can’t be sure what he’s thinking, but his eyes burn into mine. I’m bi, always have been. I’m attracted to who I’m attracted to and confident in that. I know how to pleasure a woman until their legs shake, and I like to suck cock too—so fucking what? People say it’s greedy, I say they’re boring fuckers.

Whatever this thing is between me and Zed started on the Lionheart tour. We were going through another wild phase; young guys with more cash than they could spend and a line of women ready to spread their legs with one look. We burned through pussy faster than coke. On a crazy bender, we took two chicks to our hotel room and fucked them both. Sharing was nothing new, but when the girls were sleeping and we played a game of dares, our relationship advanced into something else. It’s only happened a few times when we were drunk and horny, but watching him fuck Ash reignited my desire for him again. If I fucked him now, I could fantasize about how it’d feel to be fucking her while he’s buried in my ass.

We didn’t share our relationship with Venom. Sharing is new to him. He’s usually reserved. When we had sex with Ash, I was shocked he wanted to join us… but he couldn’t resist her. Venom is more like a brother to me. I’ll share Ash with him, but he’s not my lover… but Zed… he could scratch my itch.

Zed stands, flexing his muscles. “I said, what do you want?”

“I’ve been watching her.”

His eyes narrow. “What did I tell you about that?”

“You spent time with her today,” I say, “how is that fair?”

“The difference is, I can control myself,” Zed snarls. I can smell his leathery scent from here, and my cock hardens at the memory of us getting hot and heavy. “And you can’t.”

“You can help me with control if you want,” I suggest, approaching him.

I trail my hand over his wet vest and down the front of his chest. His dick twitches through his gray shorts. If being around Ash drives him as wild as it does me, he’ll want relief too.

He grabs my wrist, closing his fingers tightly around it.

“What did I tell you about doing that?” Zed snaps. His anger only makes him sexier. “It’s not gonna happen again.”

I raise an eyebrow at the tent pitching below his waistband, knowing that’ll push his buttons. “You sure about that, sunshine?”

“Don’t call me that,” he warns.

“Or, what?”

He grabs my hair with one hand and pulls his dick outta his pants with the other.

“I’ll make you fucking pay,” he threatens.

He forces me to my knees and pushes my head roughly onto his long shaft. Zed isn’t strong enough to overpower me, but I go willingly and let him take control. I take his cock in my mouth and suck it as he aggressively pushes my head down deeper, but I don’t choke. I can keep up with his relentless pace.

“Fuck,” Zed groans, then catches himself and yanks my head away. Spit trails down my chin as I look up at him. “You know when your mouth is on me, I’m imagining it’s Ash.”

He silences me from answering with his cock, taking out his frustration and I let him. He answers my question without realizing it. He wouldn’t be throat-fucking me so hard if he didn’t want it to happen again.

With a buck of his hips and a grunt, Zed’s cum shoots down the back of my throat. I swallow it down, then lick a bead from his tip. He drops his hold of me instantly and pulls up his shorts like it never happened.

“Hey,” I call after him as he storms away. “What about me?”

“Fuck off, Ripper,” he roars.

I guess I’ll have to head to the shower. There’s no bigger turn on than watching two people you care about getting off on each other and, until we can have her again, my hand will have to fucking do.

partthree

the finale

forty-four

Ash

After the last two weeks of enduring high-pressure rehearsals, my head is close to exploding. While Cookie showers, I take the chance to video call Brick.

“It sucks you don’t have a phone,” Brick says. “I’ve been saving dog memes to send you.”

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