A Hard Act to Follow
By Giselle Monterrey
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012
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The crowd screamed, begging for more. I totally understood how they felt. I'd begged for more too...well, on second thought, maybe my experience was a little different.
James strummed with his left hand, his right hand moving up and down the frets of his guitar, and I remembered how skilled that hand had been when he'd had his fingers jammed in my ass, and when he'd used it to rub my clit while he fucked the shit out of me. It had only been thirty minutes since we'd screwed each other senseless in the storage closet in the back of the bar and already I wanted more.
My best friend Lindsey bounced through the crowd over to me.
"Hey," she yelled over the noise of the band.
"Hey!" I shouted back. "Where's Alastair?"
Lindsey jerked her thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of where her boyfriend was. "At the bar getting drinks."
"I hope he's getting me a double, I could use it."
"I bet you could," Lindsey yelled back, her eyes sparkling. "I assume you ended the drought?"
Before tonight, it had been two weeks since I'd gotten laid, and I'd complained about it. A lot. I mean, come on. Two weeks was practically eternity.
"The drought is officially over, thanks to a storm of epic proportions."
Lindsey grinned and pointed at the band. She put her head close to mine. "Look, he's watching you," she said.
I glanced at him and saw that Lindsey was right. I licked my lips and felt my panties get wet. God, I had to stop looking at him or I'd be wringing my underwear out by the end of the night.
James winked at me and launched into an insane guitar solo.
"He looks so much like Alastair, it's crazy," Lindsey said.
I tilted my head. "Yeah, you can definitely tell they're brothers. I think he's a little bit shorter though."
"So James is what, maybe 6 foot 2 then?"
"Something like that."
"Yeah, but how big is his dick?"
I turned my back to the band and held my hands roughly eight inches apart.
"Yep," Lindsey said, nodding and looking pleased. "They're definitely brothers."
"Is James older than Alastair?" I asked.
"No, I think he's a couple years younger, actually. So he's probably like twenty-five or twenty-six. I could ask Alastair if you want."
"Nah, it doesn't matter." I actually didn't really care if he was twenty-five, or thirty. Hell, I wouldn't have cared if he was forty. The guy knew how to fuck, and that was all that really mattered to me.
We turned back to the band, and Lindsey pointed at them again. The singer's not bad looking either, but watch when he hits a high note. Do you think that's his sex face?"
I watched for a minute, and burst out laughing when he switched to a shrill falsetto yodel, his tongue hanging down to his chin and his eyes rolling wildly in his head. "Oh my god, I hope not."
"I like the bass player's tattoos," Lindsey said. "He looks like he's been around the block."
"Yeah." I pointed to the rear of the stage. "Check out the drummer though. He's fucking hot."
At 5 foot 2, Lindsey was several inches shorter than me, and she craned her neck. "I can't really see him."
"He's blonde. I know I don't usually go for that, but it looks good on him. It's sort of darker underneath, like the hair on top is only blonde because he's out in the sun a lot." I watched his arms as he pounded the drums furiously. "He's got great arm muscles."
The song came to a crashing conclusion, and the drummer chose that moment to stand up and rip off his sweaty shirt.
Even with as noisy as it was, I heard Lindsey suck in her breath. She could see him now, that was obvious. The drummer's chest looked like it had been chiseled from stone.
"God, I almost wish I didn't have a boyfriend," Lindsey moaned.
"Yeah, too bad about that," I joked, jostling her. She was desperately in love with Alastair and we both knew it.
"Yeah." She sighed deeply. "I'm a one man kind of woman. Oh well."
Onstage, James reached over and high-fived the drummer, and that's when I had the most brilliant idea in my entire life.
"You might be a one-man woman, but I'm not."
"Your drinks, ladies," Alastair said in his deep voice. He was holding a long neck beer in one hand. He wrapped that arm around Lindsey's shoulders and held out two glasses in his other hand. I took one and Lindsey took the other. She tilted her face up and Alastair planted a kiss on her lips.
I knocked back my drink in three long swallows, and licked my lips, the alcohol burning pleasurably in my throat. I leaned in to whisper in Lindsey's ear. "Hey Linds?"
She tilted her head, the look in her eyes encouraging me to continue.
"I'm sure Alastair really wants to see his brother and everything, but do you think he'd mind terribly if I took James over for the night?"
Lindsey's eyes twinkled. "Let me see what I can do."
She pivoted away from me and I stepped back a little. Lindsey turned to face Alastair and oh-so-casually put her hand on his crotch. She stood up on tiptoe and he leaned down to hear whatever she had to say.
When she'd finished speaking, Alastair straightened up. His normal booming voice was a little bit strangled. "Becca, I know you rode with Lindsey, but do you think you could find your own way home tonight? We're gonna take off."
I tried as hard as I could not to laugh. Instead I nodded and kept a serious look on my face. "Of course. Not a problem."
"Thanks," Alastair said, his face relaxing into a huge grin. He grabbed Lindsey's hand but only got a couple steps away before he turned towards me again. "Oh, and can you let my brother know I had to head out?"
I nodded again. "Also not a problem."
Lindsey blew me a kiss and I finally allowed myself to laugh as they wound their way toward the exit. My best friend and I were both getting what we wanted out of this night.
James' band had finished playing, and I worked my way to the front of the crowd. James saw me, and he reached his hand down. I lifted my right foot, bracing it on the stage, and let him pull me up. He smelled like alcohol, sweat, and me. My knees quavered a little bit as I visualized how he'd gotten so covered in my scent…his dick in my mouth, his cock pounding my ass, oh my god, I was going to come again just standing here.
He noticed my slight wobble, and he steadied me with his hands, letting them linger on my waist.
"Have you had too much to drink?" he asked, disappointment starting to etch itself across his strong, masculine face.
"God no," I said quickly. "But it's nice to know you wouldn't take advantage of a drunk girl."
James grinned his slow, sexy smile. "No. I take advantage of girls, but only when they're sober. And I'm gonna take advantage of you in a whole lot of ways very, very soon. "
"How about now?" I purred, fingering the edge of my short skirt, drawing even higher up my thigh.
James drew in a deep breath and looked around the stage. The singer and the bass player had already vanished. He nodded at the drummer who was busily deconstructing his kit. "I've gotta help Anton load his gear in the van, can you hold that thought until I get back?"
"How about I help you get your equipment to the van," I said. "I can handle multiple instruments."
James shrugged and smiled his crooked grin, lifting one side of his mouth.
I nodded, and my lips parted. My breathing was already starting to speed up, I was so goddamn excited.
James pointed at his guitar case. "Why don't you take that? I'll get the toms." He extended his hand towards a couple of pieces of the drum set.
"How about I take that little drum too, that way we can do it all in one trip," I said.
"Sure."
I snatched up the instruments and James hefted a drum in each hand, and we went down the steps to the main floor of the bar and out the back doors into the crisp night. I shivered, loving the way the cool air cascaded over my hot body. My nipples hardened into eraser tips, straining against the lace of my bra, it felt like they were trying to cut their way out.
We made our way over to the van. It was dark gray. Old, boxy, and dirty. Tawdry and perfect. Anton leaned out, and I handed him the little drum. I stepped out of the way so that James could climb in with the drums he'd called toms. Then, taking a deep breath, I followed them into the van with the guitar case.
I slid the van's door shut. I was a little worried there wasn't going to be enough light, but the van was parked under a streetlamp, and light poured in through the front window and through a sunroof in the van's ceiling. I pulled my shirt over my head and took it off, tossing it toward the front seats.
"Hey, whoa," Anton said, grinning and holding up his hands. "Don't forget I'm still in here. Let me get out of your way."
He went to move past me, his body bent slightly so that he didn't bang his head on the van's ceiling. I stopped him by putting my hand on his chest. "You don't have to get out of the way, Anton." I sought out James' eyes and locked my gaze with his. "There's room for all three of us in here."
James' eyes went wide. For a second I didn't know what was going to happen. But then, slowly but surely, a giant grin spread across James' face.
Anton looked over his shoulder at James to see his reaction, then he looked back at me, his expression excited but uncertain, like he was halfway sure I was full of shit and would yell 'Surprise! Gotcha!' at any second.
I knew what I could do to put his mind at ease. I got on my knees in front of him and undid his zipper. I reached my hand inside his jeans and boxers and found his cock. He was halfway there already, and he stiffened immediately in my hand. Hot damn. His dick just seemed to get bigger and bigger, moving my fingers into the shape of a capital C. I needed two hands for this job. I undid the buttons on his jeans and wrestled them over his hips, pushing them down to his knees. I captured his cock with both hands and guided him into my mouth.
He tasted salty already, and I breathed in deeply as I forced his thick cock deeper down my throat. Anton groaned and threaded his fingers into my hair. I dropped my hands to the floor and rose up on all fours, slowly advancing my mouth forward on his shaft. I was having a hard time swallowing all of Anton's cock, it was so wide, my lips didn't want to stretch that far. I still had a long way to go. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw James circle around me, and the van creaked and rocked as he stripped out of his clothes.
"Goddamn, girl, take it all, you know you want it," Anton moaned.
I made a garbled sound, unable to say anything around the giant dick in my mouth. I breathed rapidly through my nose. Fuck, I wanted all of him rammed down my throat.
"I can make her take it," James said behind me.
Wetness exploded out of my pussy when James slid my underwear down around my knees, spread my legs, and knelt behind me. He rubbed his cock all over the outside of my pussy before he plunged deep inside me.
Anton moved his hands from my hair to my ears, and he pulled me forward as James fucked me and drove me from behind, inch by inch, until my face smashed against the curly hair at the base of Anton's cock. My throat ached, and I breathed through my nose. Anton whooped and his hand left my ear. I heard a slapping sound, like he and James had high fived.
Anton's hand returned to my ear and he gripped the sides of my head. He and James thrust from each side of me. Anton's body shook as my lips found an extra centimeter of cock. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy fuck I'm gonna come," Anton moaned, and in an instant James backed me off Anton's cock and spun me around so that my pussy was in Anton's face now.
"Not yet, dude. We're just getting started."
Oh my god. James was my hero. He flipped me over and straddled my shoulders. He snaked his hand around the back of my head and shoved his cock deep in my throat.
Anton put his hands between my knees and spread my legs wide while James fucked my mouth. Anton buried his face between my legs, his tongue roaming all over my clit, darting and flicking and making me crazy.
"Fuck yeah, dude," James panted. "She loves it, she's sucking me so hard." James didn't break his rhythm, he fucked my face like a machine.
Between my legs, Anton stuffed his tongue inside my slit, and I screamed against James's cock again. I thrashed my hips and legs, arcing my body up into Anton's face.
"Dude, I'm gonna have to fuck her," Anton groaned.
"Whattaya want, pussy or ass?" James said, continuing to piston his cock in my face.
Anton rose from between my legs. "Jesus fucking Christ, ass of course."
James shoved his cock in my mouth up to the hilt and put his hands at the back of my neck. Keeping me pinned with his dick, he turned me and guided me into a kneeling position in the center of the van. He sank down onto his haunches, and drew my head along with him, raising my ass up into the air.
I quivered with anticipation, waiting for Anton's hands to flip my skirt up and spread my cheeks apart. I heard the sound of paper ripping, and then a groan of satisfaction. I wiggled my ass some more, trying to get him to hurry up. The last thing I needed was him blowing his load rolling a condom on.
"Easy, girl," James said, laughing and stroking my hair. "You'll get yours."
I rewarded him, sucking harder and circling my tongue around the base of his cock. I moved one hand to cup his balls, rolling them back and forth in my hand.
Behind me, Anton spread my legs apart and surprised me by sliding his cock into my pussy. I think he could tell I'd been expecting to take it in the ass. "Gotta get lubed up," he panted, pistoning himself in and out a few times.
Oh my god, I'd couldn't believe how fucking thick he was. He pulled his dick out of me and placed the palms of his hands flat on my ass cheeks and spread me wide open, until I could feel my skin stretching against the small of my back. He rimmed me with his tongue and I shuddered.
James held my head firmly, his fingertips rubbing gentle circles behind my earlobes. "All the way down on my cock, baby, all the way down on my cock," he said, holding my face against his crotch and thrusting upwards.
Anton stretched my cheeks even wider and the head of his dick slid into my ass. He had to fight his way in, just the way James had to when he'd fucked me in the ass earlier, but it went in faster and smoother. Since I'd already taken James' cock tonight, I was primed for Anton.