to her knees, her ass to the crowd. She braced herself on one hand while the other stayed put--fingers curled inside her pussy, the heel of her hand rocking against her clit. Under the lights, her skin glistened with sweat and maybe a little of the oil Cruz pressed into Ace's hand.
"That's right, angel," he whispered as she watched him spill the oil across his palm. She was too far away to hear him, but next time she wouldn't be.
God, let there be a next time.
He gripped Cruz's cock and slicked his hand up and down. He responded by wrapping his fingers around Ace's to guide the pressure and movement--a quick pump, all the way down to the base, followed by a slow, leisurely glide back up to the tip. Cruz shuddered, his shaft growing harder with every stroke.
"Not too fast," Ace warned, swiping his thumb across the crown when their fingers reached the tip again. "You time it just right, maybe you can come all over those gorgeous tits."
Cruz groaned, his hand squeezing tight for the span of a heartbeat. "Fuck."
"You like that, do you, brother?" Maybe his dirty words worked on Cruz after all. "She'd still be an angel, you know. Even with come all over her face and her lips swollen from sucking you off, she'd be my sweet angel. Everything they told you in Eden was bullshit. Sex is messy, not dirty."
"Can't be both?" Cruz gritted his teeth, but his hips jerked whenever Ace moved his hand.
"Not until you're sure dirty's not bad."
He opened his eyes to watch Rachel as she rocked and swayed on stage. "Nothing about her is bad," Cruz murmured. "Maybe nothing about you, either."
"Maybe," he agreed, a friendly lie because he couldn't give less of a shit about the truth right now. Cruz's cock was hard under his hand and Rachel was headed for a big finish, her lips parted, her breaths panting.
Teetering on the edge, because they were already playing the game, even without discussing the rules. "Tell her to come," he told Cruz, stilling his hand. "Watch what happens."
Tense. Hungry. But before he could open his mouth to form the command, Rachel tipped over the edge with a stifled shriek. She bucked and shivered, fucking her hand until the shudders faded and she collapsed to the polished wood.
Spent. Helpless. The roar of the audience smashed into Ace, shifting pleasure to spiky hot rage. He leaned forward to wrap his hand around the rope that controlled the curtain and jerked hard, swinging it into place and cutting Rachel off from the world.
The cheers shifted to disappointed shouts and one or two boos, and Ace didn't give a fuck. They'd go back to drinking soon enough, or Six would smack their heads into the stage until they learned manners.
Ace didn't give a fuck about that, either. The whole damn world could burn itself to the ground, as long as no one interrupted this moment. Rachel, sprawled naked and sated, her sleepy gaze following Ace's hand. Cruz, tense and hard, his rough breaths falling against the side of Ace's neck.
"Forget about coming on her," he said, speeding his strokes. "Come for her."
Cruz groaned and parted his lips. His tongue stroked over Ace's skin, a fraction of a second before his teeth closed in another bite. Pain slid over him in a fiery wave, but Ace didn't let it distract him.
The bite turned into rough suction, and Cruz held on, moaning desperately as he stiffened. His cock throbbed, heavy and hot, and he came with a grunt that melted into a shuddering sigh as he spurted onto the floor.
Ace stilled his hand and watched as Rachel touched her hand to her trembling lips. She sat up, came to her knees, and crawled a half step toward them--
"Ace! Cruz!"
Jasper's voice, and it shattered the spell around them. Cruz jerked away, fumbling for his pants, and Ace wasted a precious moment hating his old friend.
Jasper rounded the corner backstage and drew up short when he caught sight of the three of them. "Rachel." He nodded, then turned his attention to Ace and Cruz. "We're rolling out. Mad found
"That's right, angel," he whispered as she watched him spill the oil across his palm. She was too far away to hear him, but next time she wouldn't be.
God, let there be a next time.
He gripped Cruz's cock and slicked his hand up and down. He responded by wrapping his fingers around Ace's to guide the pressure and movement--a quick pump, all the way down to the base, followed by a slow, leisurely glide back up to the tip. Cruz shuddered, his shaft growing harder with every stroke.
"Not too fast," Ace warned, swiping his thumb across the crown when their fingers reached the tip again. "You time it just right, maybe you can come all over those gorgeous tits."
Cruz groaned, his hand squeezing tight for the span of a heartbeat. "Fuck."
"You like that, do you, brother?" Maybe his dirty words worked on Cruz after all. "She'd still be an angel, you know. Even with come all over her face and her lips swollen from sucking you off, she'd be my sweet angel. Everything they told you in Eden was bullshit. Sex is messy, not dirty."
"Can't be both?" Cruz gritted his teeth, but his hips jerked whenever Ace moved his hand.
"Not until you're sure dirty's not bad."
He opened his eyes to watch Rachel as she rocked and swayed on stage. "Nothing about her is bad," Cruz murmured. "Maybe nothing about you, either."
"Maybe," he agreed, a friendly lie because he couldn't give less of a shit about the truth right now. Cruz's cock was hard under his hand and Rachel was headed for a big finish, her lips parted, her breaths panting.
Teetering on the edge, because they were already playing the game, even without discussing the rules. "Tell her to come," he told Cruz, stilling his hand. "Watch what happens."
Tense. Hungry. But before he could open his mouth to form the command, Rachel tipped over the edge with a stifled shriek. She bucked and shivered, fucking her hand until the shudders faded and she collapsed to the polished wood.
Spent. Helpless. The roar of the audience smashed into Ace, shifting pleasure to spiky hot rage. He leaned forward to wrap his hand around the rope that controlled the curtain and jerked hard, swinging it into place and cutting Rachel off from the world.
The cheers shifted to disappointed shouts and one or two boos, and Ace didn't give a fuck. They'd go back to drinking soon enough, or Six would smack their heads into the stage until they learned manners.
Ace didn't give a fuck about that, either. The whole damn world could burn itself to the ground, as long as no one interrupted this moment. Rachel, sprawled naked and sated, her sleepy gaze following Ace's hand. Cruz, tense and hard, his rough breaths falling against the side of Ace's neck.
"Forget about coming on her," he said, speeding his strokes. "Come for her."
Cruz groaned and parted his lips. His tongue stroked over Ace's skin, a fraction of a second before his teeth closed in another bite. Pain slid over him in a fiery wave, but Ace didn't let it distract him.
The bite turned into rough suction, and Cruz held on, moaning desperately as he stiffened. His cock throbbed, heavy and hot, and he came with a grunt that melted into a shuddering sigh as he spurted onto the floor.
Ace stilled his hand and watched as Rachel touched her hand to her trembling lips. She sat up, came to her knees, and crawled a half step toward them--
"Ace! Cruz!"
Jasper's voice, and it shattered the spell around them. Cruz jerked away, fumbling for his pants, and Ace wasted a precious moment hating his old friend.
Jasper rounded the corner backstage and drew up short when he caught sight of the three of them. "Rachel." He nodded, then turned his attention to Ace and Cruz. "We're rolling out. Mad found
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