You weren’t supposed to stay this late at the studio.
But there was no way in hell you were leaving when they looked like that—sweat-damp shirts clinging to tight bodies, voices still thick with that deep, post-performance rasp, egos riding high after a perfect take.
You sipped your drink, legs crossed slowly as you leaned back on the couch. You could feel the wetness between your thighs already, the burn of their stares as they peeled you apart with their eyes.
“You been quiet all night,” Brandon said first, his voice a low tease as he pulled off his hoodie. His shirt rose with it, flashing just enough of his abs to make your pulse jump. “That a good thing or a nasty thing?”
You didn’t flinch. You tilted your head and let your lips curl into a knowing smile. “Depends,” you said. “How nasty do you want me to be?”
That did it.
Brandon moved first—stepping between your thighs, hands gripping your knees to spread you wider. You could feel the heat from him, see the flicker in his eyes when he noticed the lace edge of your panties peeking from your short dress.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Already dripping.”
Zion chuckled, pulling his curls into a messy tie, sweat glistening on his skin. “She’s been waiting for it. All night.”
Austin dropped to his knees in front of you, mouth already parted as he looked between your legs like he was starving. “Can I have a taste?” he asked, voice soft but filthy.
You nodded, legs trembling just from anticipation. “Please.”
The second your panties were pulled aside, Austin’s mouth was on you. His tongue was slow at first, teasing, dipping between your folds with lazy precision. You gasped, head falling back against the couch, hands tangling in his hair. He moaned into your pussy, like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
Brandon and Zion didn’t wait. One of them grabbed your breast, the other your neck. Fingers circled your nipples, tugging them through the thin fabric of your dress. Brandon leaned in, tongue tracing your jaw, hot breath ghosting over your ear.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “Letting all of us touch you. Taste you.”
You couldn’t respond. Not with Austin’s mouth working you, sucking your clit, two fingers sliding deep inside. You were already so close, hips grinding against his face, your breath coming in moaning gasps.
Nick’s voice cut through the haze. “Let’s see how many times we can make her cum tonight.”
You came hard—your first of the night—with a loud, uncontrollable cry, legs shaking around Austin’s head, body twitching under too many hands.
But no one stopped.
Brandon stood in front of you, already pulling his cock from his sweats, thick and flushed. “Open,” he said simply.
Your lips parted without hesitation, and he slid in with a groan. “Fuck, that mouth… you know what to do.”
You wrapped your hand around the base of him and sucked deep, tongue swirling, eyes locked with his. He fucked into your mouth slow, watching you work him while Zion slipped behind you, his hand between your thighs, fingers rubbing your still-sensitive clit.
“You like being passed around like this?” Zion whispered into your neck. “You like being our toy?”
You moaned around Brandon’s cock, eyes fluttering.
Austin stood now, cock hard and slick as he stroked himself in time with your mouth. Nick took his place behind you, spreading your thighs open again.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Nick said, pushing the tip of his cock against your entrance.
And then he was inside.
Deep. Filling. Stretching.
You choked slightly around Brandon, overwhelmed by the fullness, the pressure, the sheer filth of it all. Your body was theirs now—your throat, your pussy, your moans.
Nick fucked you slow, dragging it out, gripping your hips tight. Brandon was harder in your mouth now, thumb brushing your cheek every time he bottomed out on your tongue.
Edwin crouched beside you, stroking himself lazily as he watched your body jerk with every thrust. “This is a damn good look on you,” he said. “Used. Slutty. Beautiful.”
You whimpered around Brandon, one hand now moving to stroke Austin as he stood by, his cock thick and pulsing in your grip. It was all too much. And yet—not enough.
You wanted more.
Nick angled his hips just right, and you broke. Another orgasm shattered through you, slick gushing around him, your thighs trembling.
Brandon pulled out just before you screamed, cupping your chin and wiping your lips with his thumb. “Good fucking girl.”
Then he lifted you easily off the couch and guided you down onto your back on the studio floor. Cold against your skin. Hot bodies all around.
Edwin took your thighs and spread them wide. His cock pushed into your dripping cunt with no resistance, your walls still fluttering from your last orgasm.
He fucked you deep. Harder. You cried out with every thrust, body overstimulated, brain mush. Your hands clawed at his back as Zion knelt beside your face.
“Open again, baby.”
You didn’t even think. Just parted your lips, letting him slide in, your mouth now full of him, tongue tracing his shaft as Edwin drove into you.
You were choking, moaning, drooling, and loving every fucking second of it.
They took you apart.
One by one, inside you, over you, around you. You came until you were lightheaded, body wrung out, voice raw from moaning and begging.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was possession.
And you gave it to them.
By the time you lay there, sore and spent, skin flushed and glowing, all five of them surrounded you, breathing heavy, eyes dark with satisfaction.
Brandon knelt down again, brushing your thigh with his fingertips. “That answer your question?”
