Chapter Twelve

Kouvr

My hands ran over the simulation machine. The guys at Rusty Gaming gave me this machine, but I asked my mom for years for one. I knew, in a way, we could never afford it, and each “no” made me strive to get one of my own. Now, I had one I didn’t even have to pay for.

With a push of a button, the top hatch opened, and I slid into place on the bed. I sat up for a second, hooking up all the wires to my body. After a few taps on my computer, I set up the game and lay down. The hatch closed.

My eyes closed, and silence surrounded me.

I opened them, I was in the purple loading screen of ParaDise.

Looking down, I was in the space uniform I was in yesterday, the pink suit clinging to my curves very tightly. It was flattering, and the game was amazing, but I think today was a different choice of games.

Starting the server, I joined in at the huge purple lobby main lobby. The palm tree logo smiled down at me and looking down, I saw all the guys, dressed very differently than I was.

My eyes landed on Cyrus first. He looked handsome today, with dark eyes raking over my body, and his tattooed hands shoved in his jean jacket. He had simple black jeans and boots on.

Kyree was dressed similar to Cyrus, brown hair pushed back. The side of his nose had a black loop through it and his eyes didn’t hide where they wondered.

Zelos met my eyes, and I flashed him a smile. He wore a long black sweater with matching jeans and boots. He smirked, dark eyes lighting up. Black ink sat all over the exposed parts of his skin, his hands almost black with ink.

Heat rushed between my thighs. All of these men had me drooling over them, yet I think I had the same effect on them. Cyrus for sure.

“Hello!” I said, a bit too excited, but that was how I usually act.

One by one they greeted me and hugged me. Each had a distinct smell that made me want to hug them all longer. Kyree smelt like citrus and so did Zelos, but also a hint of some type of black tea. Cyrus smelt like his cologne and natural musk.

“Where’s Theon?” I asked, looking around for our missing player. “Another horror game today?”

Cyrus shook his head. “No. He’s in his favorite game, killing time.”

I glanced down at the tablet on my wrist. We did have about twenty minutes before we were going to play a game. “And what game is that?”

Kyree raised a brow. “It’s a band game.”

Cyrus did say Theon liked music and made the soundtrack of No Way Out. I glanced at the door that led to the catwalk full of games. “Where is that?”

“Ten doors down to the right.” Our eyes met. “Try not to take too long.”

My face felt hot as I left the room, a bit quicker than usual. I moved down the catwalk, finding where he was. A game poster sat next to the door with the word “Rockstars” in red paint-like letters, and the background was the crowd going wild.

Opening the door let the roar of rock music and a crowd out. I took a step inside the white light and the scene changed. I peeked onto the large stage, seeing Theon on the drums. I was behind some type of curtain, behind the stage. A. I. characters stood in for the other bandmates, but Theon was the one stealing the show.

Theon was banging away on the drum, sticks flipping through the air every so often. His long black hair was pulled back, a few pieces clinging to his face. His mouth ajar, and his eyes were closed. The song wasn’t one I’d never heard before, but Theon was killing it, getting a perfect score. He looked amazing, and in his element, like this was what he was supposed to do.

A smile curled on my lips, leaning against something.

But that something began to move, clattering to the ground before I could catch it.

Looking up, I saw Theon’s eyes on me. His dark eyes took me in. He was very handsome with a sharp, pointed jaw and sharp features.

Red ‘x’s appeared above his drums, letting him know he was missing beats.

He jerked his chin for me to come closer, hands moving to find the beat again as the A. I. man sang.

Me? I pointed at myself. On stage?

He nodded, smiling.

I moved behind the A. I. instantly feeling the breeze of wherever the concert was. The crowd didn’t react to me on the stage, making me move to Theon and crouch near him.

Theon threw down his stick, and it bounced up, right back into his hand. The noise hit right on time as the beat cut off.

There was a pause.

Then he went back to smashing against the drums, eyes closed again. Every few times, he flipped the stick in the air.

“Is this crowd real?” I asked, whispering into his ear.

He shook his head. “I wish.”

Looking out, I could barely see the faces of many of the people. The concert had to have thousands of people watching him.

Though they were A.I.s.

I watched him further, and I felt the passion through his drums. He was skilled, ending the song with a drumstick flip. The crowd went wild as his near ninety-eight percent score came up. If I hadn’t distracted him, would he have gotten a hundred?

He stood, bowing to the fake crowd.

“That was amazing,” I said, clapping with the crowd.

“Thank you. Would you like to try?” he asked, standing as the new song began.

But like the last, I didn’t know it.

“How hard is it?” I asked, sitting.

“Not that hard,” he said, putting his hand on my knee to adjust it so I sat properly.

A heat wave made my head spin. I could barely stand being close to him, let alone him adjusting my knee.

Theon paused the song, changing the mode from expert to normal. The moment he unpaused, the music started again, and the drum set began to glow in front of me.

“When it gets bright, hit it.”

I listened, following the beat of the song. It was much easier than what he had it on. It showed me where to hit, though I wasn’t hitting as gracefully as he was, and the song didn’t flow like he had it. At the end of the song, my score came up 91%. I jumped up, proud of myself.

“I am the best gamer alive!” I attested, looking up at him.

“The best drummer! Better than me.”

I let out a laugh at his compliment. But the giggle fell short as I looked up at him.

Another song began behind us, missing the drums.

But I was in a trance.

Theon was very handsome, with dark eyes searching my face before landing on my lips.

Mine flickered down to his soft pink lips. My breath hitched, aching to taste him.

“Theon-” I barely got his name out before he was on me, lips crashing into mine. After a heart-stopping moment, I finally remembered how to breathe, inhaling his taste as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Feverishly, our mouths explored each other.

His hands grabbed at my hips, pulling me right against his growing length.

Need rushed through me, making me moan into his mouth. His growl could be heard under the tone of the guitar. My fingers ran up his wide shoulders, burring themselves into his hair. I could barely breathe, wanting my next breath to strictly be him.

He backed me into the drums, and they made noises. But then his hands lifted me up, placing my ass on the main drum.

My legs wrapped around him, my body leaning back to get all of him. Then I felt him taking off his shirt, making us pull back for a split second.

“What about the band?” I asked before he could kiss me.

He looked at the guitarist near us, who wasn’t even looking, just jamming away. “I’d fuck you in front of a real crowd.”

I made a noise, imagining all those people in the crowd actually watching. My body betrayed me, melting more into him and making my nipples harden.

People watching… him take me… over his drum set.

But what about Cyrus? “I had sex with Cyrus,” I blurted out.

He chuckled, hands moving to his belt. “You think I give a fuck about that?”

“No, but in case you did-”

“Next time, let me watch.”

I tried to close my shaking legs, but he was between them. I was trying to close him from his response, not because I didn’t want him there. I’d never had a man say he wanted to watch me fuck his best friend before.

Theon gripped my thighs, pulling them apart.

A noise escaped me, and like Cyrus, Theon dropped to the ground before me. He kissed my exposed belly, unzipping my space suit. The lower he got, the more I arched until he finally kissed where my pussy was. I was pulsing. Aching to cum.

His hands began to work on getting my pants off, and I helped him. The moment his mouth was on me, I arched off his drums, cymbals clattering together.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

He groaned, tongue exploring all my folds and in and out of my hole.

Pleasure and warmth filled me as I dropped back my head. My eyes landed on the crowd, seeing how wild they were going. For us, for our lust. My fingers reached down, tangling in his hair.

“Fuck me, Theon. Please,” I begged, aching for more. We didn’t have time for me to finish on his face, though I deeply wanted to.

“Fuck,” he snapped, standing and pulling out his dick from his jeans.

My eyes dropped down, moaning at how large he was. His hand slowly ran up and down it.

He grabbed my body, pulling me against him and taking some weight off the drum. Hand reaching between us, he placed his huge mushroom tip at my entrance.

“Please, please,” I begged, legs spreading further for him.

He then filled me, making my eyes blur. Pleasure sliced through me, giving me exactly what my body needed.

Theon let out a moan, head dropping against my neck. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

My head dropped back as I let him fall into a rhythm like he did with the drums. Each thrust made me moan for him. My body was on fire, my nerves burning.

I reached up, grabbing his shoulders for support. My nails dug into his shoulders, which were getting slick with sweat. My legs shook around his waist.

The crowd applauded at the end of the song, but I couldn’t help but think they were applauding that I was getting good dick from an insanely hot game developer.

“Can I choke you?” he whispered against my earlobe, and I nodded. His hand snaked up my chest, spending a moment on my breast before he gripped my chin. “Words.”

My eyes met his, seeing how much they had darkened. “Yes. Please, Theon.”

“Good girl. Tap three times for air.”

Huh?

His finger tightened around my neck, and like the drums, he was skilled in this. Most men didn’t know how to choke a girl right. His hand engulfed my neck perfectly, cutting off just enough airflow.

My eyes rolled back at the spike of pleasure. His dick was slick, sliding in and out of me very fast. It was almost loud enough to be heard between the next song’s music cords. My mouth parted for a moment, but then he cut off more air.

My body heated up, feeling a sense of danger from the lack of oxygen. I choked, and yet my body reacted differently to how I thought. I tightened around him, my body surging with pleasure.

Then my head spun, and I tapped his hand three times.

The moment he let me go, I inhaled, crying out with pleasure. “I’m-I’m so close.”

He let out a growl, reaching for my neck again. He took all control, bouncing my body and holding onto my neck. My heels dug into his bare ass, pushing him deeper and deeper.

My eyes teared up as a broken and choking sob left me. The pleasure was overwhelming, making my toes fucking curl.

I gripped his hand before tapping his hand.

“Hold it. Hold it,” he ordered, and I tried to listen, head spinning a bit. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. Look at you. Fuck, Kouvr. I need to fill your pussy.”

I needed to fucking come and to fucking breathe.

I slapped his hand hard, and he finally let go. I cried, screamed, and sobbed as I burst around him. My whole body curled around him, shaking.

“God, you came so much,” he muttered, looking between us.

Glancing, I tried to catch my breath.

Tattoos lined his body, making my pussy ache to come again. I reached up, gripping his neck and pulling his face to me. Our eyes met, his wide as I choked him.

A smirk curled on his lips, and he fixed my hands to choke him better, slamming into my pussy hard. “Just like that.”

“Good boy,” I moaned, following how he choked me. He wheezed just a bit, abs flexing as he slammed into me.

His eyes rolled back and closed.

“I want you to make me come again,” I told him.

His eyes snapped to mine, and after a moment, it looked like he had accepted the challenge.

“Please.”

He nodded, grunting through the choking.

I let him go for a moment, giving him air.

Theon shifted, and then I felt those stilled fingers against my clit, swerving at a perfect circle pace.

“Oh, Theon!”

“Music to my fucking ears,” he muttered, head dropping.

I felt the pleasure building again, making my toes curl again. His name became a chant that I couldn't stop moaning. I reached up, choking him again as my head dropped back against the drum set.

Theon gripped my hair and pulled my face to his. His mouth was ajar a bit, face locked in pleasure.

My pussy squeezed around him. Was he close? The thought of him filling me with his cum pushed me over the edge. My whole body stiffened and arched, pins and needles rushing over my skin.

His face turned a bit red as I hit my high. I couldn’t think as I arched, crying his name so loud it became part of the song.

His face screwed up, and a loud groan escaped him.

Hot semen filled me as my juices rushed from my orgasm. I let go of his neck, finally, and he let out a pained moan that had me shuddering.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he muttered, leaning in and kissing my lips.

I kissed him back, licking my dry lips. I could barely fucking think, let alone move my ass from this drum set.