"Excuse me?" she smiled sweetly at the lead singer of the band. "I just wanted to say how amazing the show was."
He smiled, but she could tell he was more interested in her chest than the words she was speaking to him. As sincere as she was, he clearly only had one thing on his mind. She smirked to herself, knowing hat was perfectly okay; she could work with that.
"You remind me of my boyfriend," she continued, adding a seductive lilt to her soft words.
His interest was seemingly piqued away from her cleavage. "Oh?"
She nodded slowly, licking her lips suggestively. The action was cliche, she knew; but he was certainly not known for his love of intellectual conversation. She knew her chances of luring him into her web of sex inched closer to SCORE with each lick of her petal soft pink lips. So she continued the gesture, watching as his amazingly blue eyes grew wider. And wider.
"Yes, you two look very much alike," she smirked. "In fact, you may know each other."
He nodded slowly, swallowed softly. "Oh?"
"He's a singer, as well," she taunted, placing herself onto the barstool beside him; taking extra care to cross her legs slowly, languidly. "His band was on Warped Tour with you last summer."
Again, he nodded dumbly. "Who?"
"Yellowcard," she stated softly, pronouncing each of the three syllables seductively. "You heard of 'em?"
"Yeah," he smiled, reaching into his pocket and extracting a pack of Marlboro's. "I have. Good band."
She watched him tap the lengthy cigarette from it's foil packaging, then place it to his pouty, full lips. Each of his movements pure sex to her starved eyes. Of course, she had to pause and remind herself of her boyfriend, who stood only feet away, waiting for her signal. Shaking away the thought, she reached into her purse and smirked. "Need a light?"
"Sure," he grinned back, leaning forward toward the small blue flame. He exhaled, a cloud of grey smoke engulfing them. "Isn't this supposed to be reversed?"
She shrugged. "How so?"
He leaned forward to whisper against her ear, speaking in barely a breath. "I'm supposed to light your cigarettes, after I fuck you hard in my hotel bed."
Her eyes met his and as she leaned in for the kiss he was offering, she waved her right hand across the bar top slowly. To any onlookers, it was a nervous gesture of sorts; to her waiting boyfriend, it was a signal. Pounce now.
And he did. Walking up behind her, and wrapping his arms slowly around her waist. His caress ended the kiss, and she nearly laughed aloud when she saw the look on her prey's now pale face.
"Hi?" he questioned to the new male, concern evident in his voice.
"Hi," the other male smile sweetly, shyly. He gently unwrapped his arms from his girlfriend, and extending a hand toward the other male. "I'm Ryan."
"Tony," the singer offered, shaking Ryan's hand slowly and with confusion evident on his large lips. "You're....?"
"Lee's boyfriend," Ryan nodded gently.
"No," Tony laughed, trying to see humor in the situation presented to him. "You're in Yellowcard."
"Yeah," Ryan smiled, his voice gentle and exceedingly calm. "I am. You've heard us?"
Tony nodded. "Saw you dudes at Warped."
"Awesome," Ryan grinned.
"So boys," Lee smirked as she climbed down from her barstool. "Are we going to take this back to the hotel or what?"
Ryan and Tony's eyes met, and they watched Lee exaggerate the movement of her hips as she walked towards the nearest Exit.
"I'm game," Tony grinned as he watched her leave.
"Then come on," Ryan laughed as he jogged to catch up to his girlfriend.
* * *
She lay watching the two men, entirely shocked at what her eyes were devouring. This moment, this sight was something she could have only dreamed of before tonight. Fuck, before tonight, she had never even known that her boyfriend would consider touching another man. Let alone partaking in the activities he was currently displaying before her hungry, wanton emerald eyes.
"Oh fuck, oh god, oh YES!" Ryan breathed, his voice barely audible in the large hotel space.
The bed was shaking fiendishly, and Lee's eyes went wide at the sight of the two men. Beside her, Tony was groaning and uttering expletives as he worked inside Ryan's virgin tightness, causing her senses to suddenly focus their full attention as her body went wild with sensation.
"Oh fuck, oh jesus, TONY!" came Ryan's next soft utterance.
"Unnh, oh god, fuck, yeah, so tight," was the response. Lee watched in a mix of lust and shock as Tony seemed to pile-drive his hips into Ryan, no sign of softness or gentle movement evident between the pair. In other words, her spine tingled, this was raw fucking. Right before her eyes.
She felt her hand travel to between her legs, as she hissed. "Fuck," for the men to hear.
Tony never paused or let up in his thrusts, simply grunting, "Mmm" in response to her offering.
