Riffs That Ruin (Survival Records #2)

20. Raina

A hand slips around my stomach, and I snuggle into the man behind me. Someone else is on my other side, sandwiching me in, yet I’m not awake enough to open my eyes to find out who either of them is.

Whoever is behind me moves his featherlight touch until he’s teasing along my panty line. My muscles jump, enjoying the sensation, and I can’t help myself from backing my ass into his straining cock.

He must know I’m awake, because he gives a happy hum, slipping his fingers under my panties until he’s running them along the outside of my pussy lips. His caress is slow, sensual, enough to wake up my nerve endings, to start turning me on. It’s made all the better when his lips find my neck. He drags them softly on my skin, teasing my pulse point before giving an open mouthed kiss.

It’s the lip ring that clues me in on who’s behind me, leaving either Blake or Keaton in front of me. They move closer to me, as if drawn by my thoughts, and his hand glides from my knee to my mid thigh. The sensation has me sucking in a breath. I’m not sure what it is that makes it feel sensual, but having two of my guys touching me at once instantly lights my body on fire.

I’m immediately greedy, wanting more from them. It always seems to happen this way. Once we get started, it I’m never able to get enough.

Suddenly, I’m freaking starved for them, sick of trying to hide our relationship wherever we go. I rotate my hips, shifting my ass across Nash’s dick again. His fingers dip into my slit, gathering wetness before bringing it to my clit. He draws circles around the sensitive area, making me moan.

The sound has barely left my lips before a hand moves over my mouth, and I blink my eyes open.

“Mmm, what are you doing to our girl so early in the morning?” Blake asks, his blue eyes watching me intently.

“I thought it would be the perfect time to finger her. She deserves orgasms first thing in the morning.”

Well, I won’t argue with that. I’m so here for it.

“We agreed to sleep in here and sneak out before Darius wakes up.” Blake moves his hand, but only so he can trace my bottom lip with his thumb. I dart my tongue out, needing to tease him.

“It’s plenty early enough. And if you can keep our girl’s sounds to a minimum, he won’t wake up for a while yet.” He slips his fingers out of my panties and lifts my top leg, draping it over Blake, who moves even closer.

We end up with our fronts pressed together, so close that we share the same breath. He softly reaches for me, cupping both of my cheeks between his hands. As if they spent all night planning it, they move at the same time, Blake brushing his lips against mine, while Nash tugs the crotch of my panties to the side, allowing his fingers to dip inside me.

My moan instantly gets swallowed. Nash pumps in and out of me, his touch gliding along my walls and pulling delicious sensations out of me. His tempo is completely at odds with the way Blake reverently pays attention to my lips. Gentle, sipping kisses mixed with soft caresses of his lips over mine. It’s so sweet he makes me want to melt.

Nash slides a third finger in, making me gasp into Blake’s mouth. He grins and deepens our kiss, letting our tongues dance to a tune only they understand. The grip he has on me tightens and his hips rotate, thrusting his hard as fuck cock against me. It’s so freaking huge, I don’t know how he’s able to hide it in his pants. Grower for the win, I suppose.

A pressure builds within me, growing with every touch, caress, and grinding of our bodies. I’m almost there, getting closer by the millisecond when I’m suddenly empty, my pussy clenching around nothing.

Before I have a chance to question why he stopped, Nash kneels on the bed and peels my panties down my legs. “What happened to my pants?” The shocking discovery completely distracts me and they both laugh under their breath.

“You were exhausted last night. I’m not sure anything would’ve been able to wake you, case in point, you didn’t stir at all when we carried you back here and stripped you.” Glancing down, I find I’m wearing one of their T-shirts, and shrug.

“Thanks for making me comf—” I get cut off when Nash lifts the shirt up and over my head, my arms instinctively going up to help him. “Well, this isn’t fair. You’re both way too overdressed.”

Nash reaches out and boops my pouting bottom lip. “That can be changed, baby. Why don’t you help strip me, and then we can both rid Blake of his.” He licks at his lip ring with a grin so inviting, it’s difficult to hold myself back from tackling him to the bed and ripping his clothes off.

“Oh, yeah? You want me to strip you, Nashy?” I wrap my arms around his neck and press my breasts against him. His hands instantly brace me by holding my hips. “You want my touch on your body?”

“Mmm, you know it.” His gaze trails over me, and my fingers tease a featherlight touch along his chest.

“Like this?” I ask. “Wait… why are you wearing a shirt? You all spent a month walking around my beach house half naked and now I don’t even get shirtless cuddles?”

Nash smirks and lifts his hands in the air in an I don’t know gesture. I don’t give him a chance to say anything. I give a dramatic gasp and try to move further away from him, but smack into Blake’s chest. It doesn’t stop my theatrics, though.

I hold my hands to my chest like I’m protecting my heart. “Has the honeymoon phase ended already?” Hiding my smile, I move the back of my hand to my forehead and turn my head to the side. “Now that you got the pretty pop star you think the romancing is done?”

Blake’s hands come to my hips and Nash crowds my front, boxing me in between them. My favorite place to be, if I’m honest.

Warm fingers grasp my chin and gently move my face forward. “Oh, baby. We haven’t even entered the honeymoon phase yet. It’ll come though.”

“Kiss me, Nash.” I fist the center of his shirt and yank him to me. The small laugh that falls out of him gives me a giddy rush.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers against my lips. His hand palms the back of my head, holding me in place as he kisses me with a desperation that meets my own. Releasing my hold, I trail my fingers over the lines of his chest, feeling his muscles under his shirt. It’s a shame to have something between us, even if it’s as thin as a shirt.

The soft fabric bunches easily in my hold as I grip it from the bottom and tug it over his head. He doesn’t waste a second, pressing his chest to mine. It’s so much better being able to feel his skin against mine, my nipples rubbing against him with every movement.

Blake gathers my hair and holds it out of his way as he trails kisses from behind my ear all the way down my neck to my shoulder. Goosebumps ripple along my arms and a shiver has me breaking away from the lip lock I’m in with Nash.

My fingers move to the waistband of Nash’s sweatpants, where I softly run my fingertips along the edge. His hips rock, making his hard cock brush against me. I’m not sure what plans he has right now, but I’m more than happy to get to the ones where we strip Blake together.

That is… after I drive him nuts.

Reaching into his sweatpants, I palm his throbbing erection. A hiss instantly fills the air around us. “Baby.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine. “Fuck, that feels good. You don’t play fair. This was supposed to be about you.”

“It still can be,” Blake says. His hand makes a path for my pussy, cupping my mound and gathering my wetness with a finger before targeting my clit. It has me so distracted that I don’t notice his other hand coming for my breast until he’s holding the weight of it. His thumb swipes back and forth, teasing my peaked nipple.

In turn, I do the same motion over the head of Nash’s cock before sliding down his length and back up. His hips thrust with the movement, giving me a groan of pleasure.

“I’ve missed you, Raina,” he whispers, his eyes blinking open to stare at me. “I know it’s dumb since you’ve been here all along. But it’s not the same constantly being in the spotlight and now having D here.”

His flirtatious personality is suddenly missing all the bubbliness that I’m used to from him, resorting to something far too somber considering his dick is in my hand.

Blake squeezes me before moving to embrace Nash. His head dips next to mine, and Nash moves his over a little to let him join in on the intimacy of the pose. “I know what you mean. I’ve been missing her and we aren’t as close.”

My body wants to jerk back, but there’s nowhere to go, and with his cheek pressed against mine, I can’t even really turn to look at him. It doesn’t stop me from responding, though. “Blake, that’s not even close to the truth. We’ve had so many heart to heart conversations. There’s a connection between the two of us that can’t be compared to the ones I have with anyone else. And the way your playing speaks to my soul…” I want to tell him that it doesn’t compare to anyone else, but at the same time, I don’t want to hurt Nash’s feelings when he’s being so vulnerable with us.

Blake’s cheek lifts against mine, and I picture him giving me a wry grin. “Yeah, that might be true, but I haven’t been able to share the same intimacy as the others.” I get the feeling he’s including the time they walked in on me with Tristan and the other night with Keaton.

“You can’t compare yourself with us like that,” Nash says, palming Blake’s cheek.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” Blake snaps, tension threaded through his voice.

I reach a hand behind me, embracing him the best I can right now. “I know sex is seen as a pillar of intimacy, but Blake, it really isn’t. It’s about trust, and you have more of mine than most anyone else I know. Don’t ever think that just because we haven’t had sex that it means I don’t find you attractive or anything else along those lines.”

Blake releases a pent up sigh, but before he can say anything else, another thought comes to mind that I need him to hear. “There are lots of forms of intimacy… I’m willing to list them if you need.” I move out of the tight cocoon they’ve formed around me and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him to me. “But do you want to know what’s more intimate than anything else I’ve done with them?”

“What?” he asks, searching my eyes for the answer.

“Writing lyrics together. Opening my soul enough to partner with someone else to put words to the songs I sing. I haven’t partnered with anyone to write a song since I was a teen with Tris. I’ll write one with you, just the two of us.” Nerves hit me out of nowhere, making me second guess myself. I lick my lips as it feels like an eternity passes me by, but it’s probably only been the span of a butterfly’s flap of wings. “If you’d like, that is.”

“Really?” he questions, unsure. “You’d want to write something with me?”

“Of course I would. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I’ve never done it before. What if I’m no good?” His hand comes between us to push up his glasses, only he isn’t wearing any, a sure sign of his discomfort and vulnerability.

A reassuring smile tugs at my lips, one I hope eases his nerves. “I’m filled with nothing but confidence that you’ll be amazing. It’s us, Superman. How could anything that happens between us be short of magical?”

He laughs. It’s a surprised sound, like he didn’t expect that answer. “Yeah, okay.”

“Yes? You’ll write a song with me?” I can’t help but confirm.

His smile grows until it reaches his eyes. “I’ll write a song with you, Bunny.”

I grasp his shirt and kiss the fuck out of him. A special kind of excitement swirling in my stomach.

A sad whine draws our attention, and we both turn our heads to stare at Nash. “But what about me?”

I try, I really really do, but I can’t stop myself from smiling at how utterly distraught he sounds. Leaning into him, I brush my lips against his as a happy laugh falls out of me. “Hush, Nashy.” I press a soft kiss to his lips as my hands find his waistband once more. “You can help write the music for it. Plus, you get plenty of other moments of intimacy.”

He growls and helps me with quickly shedding his pants. “That’s true,” he admits, before his lips curl into a smirk. “We’re both naked now, baby, and I recall telling you what comes next.”

My core clenches with the reminder. Nash steps off the bed to move behind Blake, and I face him and knee walk to his front. “You’re way too overdressed, Superman. We should really change that.”

“Oh, yeah?” He licks his lips, taking in my naked form with so much freaking hunger in his eyes. I can almost feel where his gaze brushes over my skin, lighting me on fire.

Nash gets back on the bed behind him and doesn’t waste a second with grasping the sides of Blake’s shirt, ready to strip it off him. My nerdy, shy man crooks his finger at me, beckoning me to come closer.

Who am I to say no?

I instantly reach for the gap between his pants and shirt, pushing my hands up as I touch as much of him as I can. He sucks in a breath, making his abs ripple. He lifts his arms and Nash finishes taking his shirt off.

“Lie down, Blake,” he instructs his friend, softly nudging him in the shoulder to take his place on the bed. He’s a fucking sight to look at when he’s shirtless, and I can only imagine how beautiful he’ll be when his cock is in full view instead of tenting the damn gray sweatpants that are trying their hardest to give me a heart attack.

Blake gives me a butterfly inducing smile, affection and need in his gaze. “You going to make Nash do all the work, Bunny? Or are you going to help him out?”

His eyes drop to his pants where I find his hips already lifted and Nash playfully dipping his finger underneath the band. I lean in closer, my hair cascading around me as I trace a path of kisses along his stomach. Each touch makes his muscles jump with excitement, and I can’t help but revel in the power I have over him. This may just become my new favorite pastime.

Staring up at him, I lick the length of his rock hard cock, knowing it’s the biggest tease with his clothing covering it. He stares at me with lust clouding his eyes.

At the tug of Nash pulling his pants down, I hook my fingers around the fabric and draw them down, staring at Blake’s cock coming into view like it’s the first one I’ve ever seen.

The smack and resounding sting on my ass grabs my attention. “I want to see you straddle him, baby. Come on.” Nash’s hands land on my hips, guiding me where he wants me as Blake holds his arms out for me, wanting this as much as we do.

“That’s it, Bunny. Let me feel how wet you are. Sit that pussy on my cock.” The moment I do, Blake thrusts his hips, gliding his cock along my slit.

“She feels good, doesn’t she?” Nash says over my shoulder.

Blake’s hands land on my thighs, holding on to me like he’s trying his best to control himself. “So wet and warm. It must be heaven to be inside her.”

His hips rotate until his broad head slips to my entrance. I can’t help the wanton whimper, desire pulsing through my body as my core clenches, wanting to suck him into me, while simultaneously dripping more wetness onto his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His hands clamp tighter on me, his fingers digging into my skin. “I felt your walls pulse on my head. Please don’t move. Don’t try sinking down on me.” He tilts his head back, a hint of pain passing over his face.

Nash moves behind me, his dick poking my ass before it bumps against Blake, making him notch even tighter against my opening. “Don’t you want a little taste?” he goads.

“No. I can already tell she’s still too tight.” Blake’s eyes blink open, taking me in and shifting his cock so it’s no longer a hair’s breadth from sinking into me. His hands move along my body until he’s drawing me down to lie on him, his lips brushing against mine.

“Well, I can do something about that.” Nash’s hands grip my ass, spreading me open for him as he scoots in while Blake licks my bottom lip before taking my mouth with his. “Such a pretty pink pussy, baby. Do you want my cock? Can I fuck your clit into Blake’s cock?”

His words paint such a vivid picture that Blake and I moan at the same time, then dive into a desperate kiss, his hands roaming over me. I can’t get enough of his touch—everywhere he goes, he leaves a blazing path behind.

Nash gathers my hair in his fist, holding it only tight enough for me to know he’s in control, but not so forceful that it triggers me. He’s always so careful about that.

His other hand comes around and wraps around my neck. Before I’m able to expect it, he hauls me away from Blake and against his chest until his lips brush against my ear.

“You too horny to answer my question, baby? Because I want to hear you say yes before I fuck you.” Goddamn the mouth on this man. It makes me wiggle in his hold, my pussy slipping all over Blake’s cock pinned between us.

Blake must enjoy the view because he leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “Ugh, yes!”

“Hmm… not sure who you’re talking to there, gorgeous.” Nash slides his cock between my legs, right on top of Blake’s dick, making my cellist moan at the new sensation, sending vibrations through my peaked tip. “I’ll need you to be more specific. What do you want?”

“Fuck me, Nash. Please!” My nails dig into Blake’s shoulders with the need coursing through me.

Nash licks the curve of my ear. “You sound so sweet when you beg for my dick. I should reward that, shouldn’t I?” He reaches between us, fisting himself to line up in the same place Blake was only moments ago.

I lean forward, giving him a better angle to enter me. It pushes my tit into Blake’s teeth, making me suck in a hiss. His eyes meet mine, a question in them while his tongue laves over the sting. I know my eyes are wide in surprise—I wasn’t expecting it—and I’m even more shocked that I didn’t hate it. Not even a little.

Nash slides in deliciously slow, letting me enjoy every inch, which adds to the pleasure coursing through my body. I never would’ve expected I could enjoy having multiple partners so much.

There should be a saying for this. Once you have more than one dick, there’s just no going back.

Nope, not good enough. Needs more work.

Focus, Raina. Focus on the now.

“Nash.” I moan his name as he reaches a particularly good spot. He releases me, cursing under his breath as he grips my hips with both hands. Blake pops off my nipple in time for me to crash on top of him. His mouth moves to my neck and his arms wrap around me in a hug, keeping me from moving too much with each thrust.

His hand presses on my lower back. I’m not sure what it is about it that makes a new rush of wetness slick around Nash, but it does. Add to it Blake’s hips rotating so his cock slides along my clit… I swear I see stars every time his head bumps the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The dual sensation between the two of them is enough to make my knees weak, thankfully I don’t have to hold any of my weight on them.

Everything is made all the more intense when I feel Nash’s finger play at the area we’re connected, teasing at the stretched entrance until his digit is able to join his cock. I suck in a deep breath that somehow turns into a whimper when he thrusts.

“What are you doing to her?” Blake asks, curious as to why I’ve suddenly tensed up on top of him.

“I’ve added a finger alongside my cock. I told you both, it’s my mission to get her ready to take you.” A tremor runs through me, a mini orgasm striking at his words.

Blake enjoys it too, his attention on my neck and shoulder heating up as he gives me more and more nips between kisses. I know he’s building me up to something more, and to be honest, the thought sends a thrill through me. He groans as he gives me the hardest bite yet. “I think I’m fixing to come from your grinding.” He meets Nash’s gaze. “Go harder,” he rasps.

Nash grunts, and pulls his finger out before slamming his hips in a sharp, quick rhythm, sending his cock thrusting into me, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the air.

“Oh, god,” I moan, grasping at Blake’s arms. I tug at them, wanting to twine our fingers together, needing to grip something to anchor me with all the sensations flooding my body.

“Still haven’t broken you of that yet, have we?” He chuckles in my ear as his fingers wrap over mine so all three of us are holding hands. It makes my core clamp down, and my mouth opens in a silent scream.

At the same time, Blake sinks his teeth into the meat of my shoulder. Waves of pleasure crash through my body.

“Don’t come yet, hold on a little longer,” Nash orders Blake. He waits until I’m finished, then pulls out and fists Blake’s cock, bringing it back to my opening.

“She’s not ready,” Blake objects, trying to reach out and stop him, but I’m still holding on too tightly to his hands.

“Shh, just enjoy this.” They share a look, communicating silently before Blake nods once and hisses as his head is notched at my entrance. I whimper at the glorious sensation of my lips wrapping around his blunt end, the way my pussy wants to stretch around him. I’m so freaking tempted to sink onto him, to find out how much I can take, but I don’t want to do anything he isn’t ready for either.

Nash’s hand pumps at his cock, sliding easily with my excitement slicking it. “Oh, fuck.” Blake closes his eyes and squeezes my hands in a death grip.

“Better, but I’d prefer you to scream our girl’s name instead. It’s her pussy you’ll be coming in.” Blake can’t help it, his hips thrust, his head sinking into me until it pops inside.

My eyes roll back, and I swear I see heaven in the seconds that follow. “Blake, oh fuck, it feels so good.”

“Raina,” he gasps, unable to say anything else as we both come at the same time. We’re both panting out of breath by the time we finish, but Nash has other plans.

He lifts my hips so Blake’s head slips free and plunges inside again, using his best friend’s cum to fuck me deep. It’s overly slick and sounds entirely indecent, and I fucking love it. He goes deeper with each movement pushing Blake’s cum along with him. It only takes a few thrusts before he finds his finish, slamming into me and gripping my hips, holding me in place.

His breath comes out in ragged pants as he wraps his arms around me and hauls me against him. The unforgiving metal of his lip ring brushes against my temple as he kisses me.

“Good morning, baby.”