“Oh God, Myrna, what are you doing to me? I can’t stop coming.” He put a hand on the wal for support. She smiled around his c**k and removed her fingers from his ass, letting his orgasm dissipate. Eric cried out behind her as he came over her back. Correction. Into her hair.

She released Brian’s c**k from her mouth and glared up at Eric. “Did you just come in my hair?”

“I’m sorry,” Eric said. “You’re just so hot, Myrna. I had to come on you. I couldn’t help it.”

“Do you know how hard it is to get cum out of long hair?” She found the sticky mess on the side of her head with her hand. “Eww. Damn it, Eric.”

Brian cupped her face, and when she looked up at him, he kissed her with loving reverence. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense in my entire life, Myrna. You’re amazing.”

She smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“That’s an understatement. I’ve never met a woman as uninhibited as you are.” She wasn’t usual y like this. His lack of inhibition brought out something primal in her. He kissed her again and leaned away to stroke the tip of her nose with one finger. “I hate to leave you right now, but I’ve got to get this new solo down on paper. I hope you understand.”

“I think it’s awesome.” She meant it.

He stared at her for a moment, contemplating her with a serious expression. “Wanna go to Vegas and get married?”

Her heart stuttered to a stop and then started to race. Married? “Uh, no, actual y. Not at al .”

He shrugged. “I had to ask.” He kissed her forehead.

Brian climbed from the tub and reached for a towel. He wrapped it around his slim hips, col ected his pants from the floor and headed toward the door. He paused in the doorway, his gaze shifting to Eric, who was stil in the tub with Myrna.

“Hey, Numbnuts. Keep your pants on around her or I’l castrate you in your sleep. And wash your cum out of her hair, you ass.”

Eric grinned. “My pleasure.”

Brian hesitated, and then left her alone in the bathroom. Naked. With Eric Sticks.

Chapter 5

Myrna watched Eric tuck his slack c**k into his pants and button his fly. He sat in the water in his jeans and beckoned her closer. She didn’t trust him and, now that she was no longer delirious with pleasure, she was embarrassed that he’d seen her with Brian. She covered her br**sts with her hands and sank deeper into the water.

“I can wash it out,” she said, avoiding his self-satisfied grin by focusing on the edge of the tub. The sound of Brian’s guitar throbbed through the wal . Wow. This solo rocked more than the last one he’d composed while in her company.

“I’m not going to molest you, Myrna.” Eric chuckled. “Unless you want me to.”

She knew he’d just watched her get f**ked, suck cock, and ram her fingers up his friend’s ass, but she couldn’t relax.

“I’l just wash your hair. I promise. Besides, I’m not even horny anymore. You’re perfectly safe.”

She did like to have her hair washed. A simple, soothing pleasure. One of her favorite luxuries. But Eric? She wasn’t sure she wanted him to indulge her.

Eric reached for a tiny bottle and dumped a healthy amount of shampoo in his outstretched palm. Myrna leaned back in the tub, wetting her hair thoroughly, and then sat up. Not waiting for her to come closer to him, Eric moved behind her and massaged the shampoo into her scalp. His strong fingers worked the fragrant lather into her hair. She closed her eyes and relaxed, keeping her br**sts covered with her hands. Eric’s hands felt fantastic. She stifled a groan of contentment. The distant sounds of Brian’s sporadic solo drew her thoughts to their lovemaking session. Had she real y al owed Eric to fondle her without protest? She hadn’t even considered stopping him. What had she been thinking?

It had felt good. That’s al she’d been thinking. And this felt real y good, too. His thumbs kneaded the muscles at the base of her skul , while his fingers massaged the top and sides of her head and his pinkies rubbed her temples. His large, strong hands and thin fingers hit her in al the right places.

“Mmmm,” she murmured.

Her hands drifted away from her br**sts, down her bel y to her clit. She wasn’t sure how she could be horny again, but Eric’s fingers on her scalp and Brian’s music had her in a state again. She stroked her clit persistently, thinking of Brian’s fingers moving over his fret board in the other room.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat as the first ripples of pleasure gripped her.

“You know I like to watch, don’t you?” Eric said into her ear.

She sat up with an awkward splash. Had she real y been leaning against Eric and masturbating? What was wrong with her?

These guys. These rock stars had her behaving in a total y uncharacteristic manner. No sale, Myrna. You were born a whore. You live as a whore and you’ll die a whore.

She ducked her head under water to rinse the shampoo out of her hair and drown Jeremy’s words. When she emerged, she moved to the far side of the tub, avoiding Eric’s heavy gaze.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please, continue.”

“I’m ashamed.”

“Why?”

Unwil ing to share her turmoil, she shook her head. “Do you real y like to watch?”

“I’d rather watch than f**k.” He rinsed the shampoo from his hands in the water. “Sed lets me watch him do chicks al the time. That’s the first time Brian’s let me watch. I never realized what a stud he is. I mean… Damn.”

Myrna flushed, but nodded.

“Is Sed a stud, too?” she asked. Why had she asked that? She didn’t want to know. Okay, she kinda wanted to know. Eric laughed. “Is Sed a stud?” He scratched his head. “I’ve seen him do four girls at once and have them al begging for more.”

“Four girls? How is that even possible?”

“One on each hand. One on his face. One riding him like a mechanical bul .”

Myrna’s eyes widened. “And you just watched? Didn’t participate?”

“I wore a blister on my hand from stroking myself.”

“Seriously?”

“No, not seriously. They invited me in after Sed passed out.”

“So you got his leftovers?”

“I guess you could cal it that, but I honestly had more fun watching Sed make them scream.”




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