I felt her hands still gripping my ass as I worked her mouth. The sounds that filled the room as I went deeper than she dared were obscene. I pushed her limits and mine. I threw away the nice guy she expected and fucked my way to oblivion. The part of my mind still lucid, worried I might go too far.

And then Braxton opened her mouth as wide as she could and tipped her head back for easier access. Each time my concern for her slipped through the pleasure, she’d dig her fingers in my ass, warning me not to stop. It went like that until the telltale signs of my orgasm approaching washed away all thought.

I didn’t even think to stop myself from coming down her throat.

She held me in her gaze, and I held her in mine when I felt my orgasm arrive while my dick was lodged in her throat. Her right hand curved around the back of my thigh, soothing until I gathered enough strength to pull away. I barely got my jeans back up before my knees gave out, and I lowered onto the floor in front of her. It was a narrow space, so I stretched one leg out and bent the other.

Neither of us spoke as we fought to catch our breath. When my vision cleared, I saw the mess I had made of her makeup, the sweat wetting her light freckles, and the drop of cum resting on the corner of her lip.

Reaching out, I thumbed it away. When I never cared before, curiosity had me licking my thumb instead of wiping it on my jeans. I’ve heard horror stories, and for the first time, I felt insecure. Braxton smirked when I blinked in surprise.

Twenty-seven and I’d never tasted my own cum. It definitely had some zing to it.

“Did I hurt you?”

On the outside, I remained calm. Inside, my heart was punching a hole through my chest. It seemed like a lifetime had passed before she shook her head. It wasn’t until she rested her hand on my thigh that I allowed myself to relax.

“It was wonderful, Rich. I loved giving you what you need.”

“What about you? I can—”

She waved me off before I could finish. “I can’t be alone right now. Just stay with me. I’ll have everything I need.”

“I’ve never known a sex addict to turn down sex,” I said while eyeing her skeptically.

“Have you ever known a sex addict?”

I chewed my lip as I mulled that one over. None of it made sense. Braxton seemed perfectly in control of whatever desires lurked behind her brown eyes. They weren’t the driving force of her actions.

So what could have driven her to think the worse of herself, to see only the ugliest parts? We all had them. Braxton feared hers while Houston wielded, Loren flaunted, and I kept them buried.

“No, I guess not.”

Feeling like I could trust my legs again, I stood and helped Braxton to her feet. The bus rumbled to life, and the moment I let go of Braxton’s arms, the rig pitched forward, sending her back into my arms. My back connected with the door before I caught my balance while holding Braxton against my chest.

“Let me return the favor,” I whispered even though we were alone. Well, mostly, if you didn’t count the driver who was separated from the rest of the bus by a door. My dick twitched in my jeans at the thought of going down on Brax. I’d been wondering what her pussy tasted like since I first heard her play.

Too eager to wait for her answer, I walked us the two steps it took to reach the bed before shoving her down on it.

“You don’t have to do this,” she told me, reversing our roles. If it had been my friends in my shoes earlier, it would never have crossed their minds to turn her down.

Houston was too demanding, and Loren too entitled.

Braxton and I found common ground in our first instinct being to deny ourselves for the sake of others. “I-I’m okay. We can just talk and get to know each other.”

You don’t want to know me.

It would only shatter the illusion she was already clinging to.

“Sure,” I said, pretending I’d play along. “I’ll ask the first question.” Crouching before her, I removed her boots before standing back up. That damn dress was next to go.

“Um…okay.”

I took the time to remove her black bra and thong, both lace like the stockings adorning her legs. I left those on. My gaze raked her naked body, but Braxton didn’t cower or move to cover herself. She let me look my fill. When I felt my dick waking up for round two, I pushed Braxton on her back before climbing on top of her, fully clothed. This wasn’t about me. If my dick came to play, I’d spend the drive to Denver fucking the memory of every man that came before me from her mind until there was only me.

“Would you rather I eat you from the front or behind? Frankly, I’m partial to you sitting on my face.”

Sure, Oni asked me to find a way to keep three stubborn rock gods from quitting each other. I wasn’t so sure my vagina was the tool she had in mind, though. Sridhar was ruthless enough not to care how I got it done, but she would disapprove of me being stupid enough to fall for them. If I took up the charge and somehow pulled it off, I’d be a national hero. Maybe even a savior of the world since the idols’ reach was global.

I snorted.

The three of them acted more like prom kings with huge chips on their shoulders—broad as those shoulders might be.

My hand found and desperately gripped Rich’s broad shoulder when he asked how I’d like my pussy eaten. It felt like I was falling even though I was lying down.

Rich was the perfect anchor.

Sensing that I needed soothing, he peppered my neck, shoulder, and breasts with kisses while waiting for my answer.

I wanted this night to be about him, so I tried turning him down. He’d seen right through me as I’d seen through him. I didn’t know he’d been making room in his heart for me until I allowed his best friend to have me.

Rich had been nothing but friendly and patient and not at all forward. At the risk of sounding arrogant, I’d begun to wonder if he had someone waiting back home. Celebrities hid relationships, sometimes entire families, all the time.

Obviously, I knew now that he wasn’t involved.

Even if he did like his blowjobs dirty, he was too much of a sweetie. No way could he be hiding a girlfriend or, worse…a wife. It wouldn’t just shatter my trust in him. It would shatter the last piece of myself that I still thought good.

Rich’s tongue found my nipple, circling the nub before biting it gently. “Tell me, Braxton. I might go insane if you don’t.” He punctuated his claim by thrusting his hips and letting me feel his erection. It boded well that he was quick to recover.

“F-from behind,” I finally answered. My voice shook since he was still thrusting between my legs. “I want you to taste me from behind.”

His jeans and the hard ridge trapped underneath supplied the perfect friction for my clit. It began to throb uncontrollably as my arousal grew. I tossed my head to the side, unwittingly leaving my neck where Houston had already left his mark open for Rich to ravish. I felt his tongue and teeth abusing the skin there and making my toes curl as he humped me with all the vigor of being inside of me. When his hips lost their rhythm, I knew he was close to coming.

And that he was still wearing his jeans.

I wasn’t an expert on high-end clothing, but they looked expensive. Eyes closed and close to coming myself, I was fumbling to get them out of the way in time when Rich stopped abruptly and flipped me on my stomach.

I was startled until I remembered his offer to eat my pussy.

Yanked onto my knees so suddenly, I yelped in surprise. A moment later, I was burying my face in the rumpled bedding when his tongue began lashing my clit. The hungry sounds he made, the relentless pressure…he ate me so thoroughly, I came as I fisted the bedspread.

And the only sound I made was a choked scream.

Abandoning my sensitive clit, Rich kissed my lips and then my trembling thighs. The moment my muscles relaxed, and I felt in control of my body, I let myself collapse onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. I wouldn’t allow myself to relax too much, though, since I needed a shower and a toothbrush. I felt the bed move and heard Rich settling in next to me before pulling me into his chest. I could feel his erection poking my spine, and even though my body protested moving, the desire to do something about it won.

Turning in his arms, I sat up and reached for his belt. He caught my wrist with a question in his tired eyes. Pulling my hand free, I undid his belt and jeans, and the moment he was in my hand, I swallowed half his dick in one gulp. I was much slower at taking the rest of him. He’d shown me how he liked it, and I was more than eager to give him whatever he needed. I even threw in a few tricks of my own that had him coming down my throat for a second time.

I’d barely finished swallowing his cum before he pulled me to him and began placing gentle kisses on my lips over and over. With his mouth still pressed hard against mine, he whispered, “I think I’m in trouble.”

Rich deepened the kiss, which saved me from telling him he had no idea how much.