Free Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass by Olivia Cunning Page A

rhythmical y now. His little gasps of pleasure gave her goose bumps. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, as he lost himself in the feel of her body and the constant shift of the Jacuzzi jet over their combined genitals. God, he was sexy.
    The bathroom door opened. Myrna stiffened. Brian paused and looked over his shoulder.
    “Don’t mind me.” Eric entered the room and closed the door. “I’ve gotta take a piss.”
    Brian shrugged and thrust into Myrna again. As she was no longer relaxed, his cock rammed into her cervix. “Ow,” she gasped.
    He paused and looked down at her. “Did I hurt you?” He kissed her tenderly. “I’m sorry.”
    She forced herself to relax, trying to ignore Eric who was standing at the toilet, flooding it with a steady stream of urine. Eric didn’t bother to pretend he wasn’t watching them. He openly gawked.
    She looked into Brian’s eyes and smiled. “I’m fine.”
    “Should I stop?”
    “No.”
    She expected him to wait until Eric had left, but he immediately started thrusting into her again, grinding into her now. She cried out as an orgasm caught her unexpectedly.
    “Oh God, Brian. Yes!”
    “I hear it again,” he whispered, thrusting harder and deeper. He hummed a new riff.
    Was he real y hearing music? She was seeing stars. He was so good.
    “Eric,” he said. “Eric.”
    She opened her eyes, surprised he was cal ing out the name of his drummer while he made love to her.
    Eric moved to stand beside the tub, holding his crotch as if in pain. “Threesome, dude?” he asked hopeful y.
    Brian shook his head. “I need you to hold her. I’ve got to get deeper.”
    “Deeper? Are you trying to bruise her liver?”
    Myrna laughed.

    “Just hold her, okay?”
    “My pleasure.”
    Eric sat on the edge of the tub behind Myrna with his feet in the water. With one leg on each side of her body, he used his knees to hold her hips stil in the water. She gripped his shins and leaned back against his chest as Brian rammed into her deeper and deeper. The water slapped against her lower bel y with each thrust.
    “Awesome view,” Eric murmured into her ear.
    She looked down. Beyond the peaks of her breasts, she could see Brian’s cock thrusting into her. Hard. Thick. Glistening with moisture. In view one moment. Buried within her the next. Her mouth fel open. Something about Eric watching Brian’s cock pounding into her made this more exciting. Shameful, but exciting. Whore.
    “Damn, Brian, you are tearing it up,” Eric growled.
    “Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate.”
    Eric’s hardening cock prodded Myrna in the back between her shoulder blades. Brian’s rhythm was apparently getting to him, too. Eric rocked against her back slightly with each of Brian’s thrusts. After a moment, Eric’s hands moved to cup her breasts. He plucked at her nipples to Brian’s tempo until she thought she’d go insane.
    Eric bent his head to whisper in her ear, probably afraid to interrupt Brian’s guitar solo writing. “Trey was right. You do have perfect tits.” He stroked the outer edge of her ear with his tongue, again using the same rhythm.
    The beat consumed her. Brian’s deep thrusts. His hands, squeezing her ass rhythmical y. Eric plucking at her nipples, stroking her ear with his tongue. The water, sloshing against her bel y and thighs. God, she was going to explode.
    Her fingers dug into the wet jeans covering Eric’s shins and her head fel back against his shoulder as the first ripples of orgasm gripped her. “Oh.”
    Eric reached down between her body and Brian’s. When his fingers found her aching clit and flicked it, she exploded with a scream of ecstasy.
    “God damn, this chick is hot,” Eric said.
    “I’ve gotta come,” Brian murmured.
    He pul ed out and climbed to his feet, circling his cock with his hand. Why had he pul ed out? She noticed he wasn’t wearing a condom. She wasn’t going to let him waste his load though. She pul ed away from