For rooftopconcert
I FINALLY FINISHED ALLISON (rooftopconcert)'s BIRTHDAY FIC!! And so, here it is, for hers and your reading pleasure. If you do read this, PLEASE give me some feedback, because I worked my ass off on this. Thank you!
Title: One Hot Summer
Author: Me!
Rating: Oh-so-very NC-17
Pairing: Mike Nesmith/John Sebastian/OFC
Genre: Threesome M/F/M Smut. And copious amounts thereof.
Warnings: Contains explicit sexual content and adult language.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, completely 100% fictitious. I make no claims as to the personalities or sexual proclivities of the real John Sebastian and Mike Nesmith, and I glean no profit from this story whatsoever.
Summary: Two very sexy rock stars plus an audacious young woman leads to one unforgettable night after a concert in 1967. You'll like this fic if you're a fan of either or both men.
Author's Note: For rooftopconcert. Happy (now seriously belated) Birthday! I <3 you, my good friend, and I hope you enjoy this. :)
“Young girl…get out of my mind…“
Magdaline smirked when the song came on, rolling her eyes and turning the knob to change the station on the radio.
Boy, would John get a laugh out of that. Fifty-seven, fifty-eight… her wrist continued its mindless motion. She stopped, suddenly realizing how long she’d been standing there brushing her hair. Who the hell am I, Marcia Brady? Magdaline threw the brush down in disgust, quietly cursing John for making her lose count. Her lips curved into a smile as she thought of him and their conversation on the phone earlier that day, and she was unable to stay mad for long. I can’t believe he’s finally back in town. Tonight’s going to be so groovy.
She pulled the lipstick tube cap off with a flourish, ending with a pop! sound, and applied the faint rose shade to her lips. Tossing the recapped container in her purse, she took one last look in the mirror, flattening any remaining wrinkles on her short skirt and halter top, tugging on the tops of her brown boots to secure them on her legs.
“Going out?” her mother appeared in the doorway.
“Yeah, I am. I’ll be back later,” Magdaline curtly replied as she pulled her long coat on. *Much* later…
“I take it that band you like is putting on a concert? The…Living Teaspoons?”
“It’s the Lovin’ Spoonful, mom. And yes, they’re in town. John got me a ticket for tonight’s show.” She grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder, stopping to take one final look in the mirror before heading out the door.
”All right, well, you just be careful, okay?” the older woman called out from the front porch.
Magdaline stuck her head out of the car window. “I’ll be fine! Don’t wait up for me,” she replied as she sped out of the driveway.
~*~
The faint din of the massive crowd greeted Magdaline’s ears as soon as she stepped out of the car. The guard booth inside the venue was her destination, picking up the ticket and backstage pass John had set aside for her. She smiled warmly at Max, the head of security, thanking him for holding onto them for her, and headed into the arena.
John had procured a front-row seat for her, as usual, and her eyes went to him and never left the entire time he was onstage. She couldn’t help but laugh as she saw him grinning down at her, and she reveled in the tight, navy blue, three-quarter sleeve shirt and tan vest that he had on, which provided a clear outline of his leanly-muscled upper body. Thin beads of sweat clung to John’s forehead as he played under the stage lights, autoharp clutched in his strong, toned arm. The rest of the audience was oblivious as to why those blue eyes were twinkling so hard, but Magdaline knew all too well. So, the dance has begun… she thought, the familiar flutter rising in the pit of her stomach.
“Darling be home soon
I couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled…”
It was a miracle that she could hear the sweetness of the song through the pubescent pandemonium taking up most of the airspace. Yet, Magdaline knew his focus laid solely on her. The screams of the girls behind her intensified when he winked while singing the line, but she remained calm, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, the slightest flush of her cheeks the only outward sign of his effect on her. She reached into her purse, fingers lightly stroking the backstage pass inside.
I’ll see you soon, John… she winked back at him, the unending cacophony behind her fading into oblivion as she focused her thoughts on the night that lie ahead.
~*~
The show’s end could not come soon enough, and Magdaline deftly slipped through the crowd, finding her way backstage with ease. Max was standing guard again, and behind him were black curtains concealing a long corridor leading back to the dressing rooms and lounge area. Half-sobbing teenage girls sat on a couch against the wall, hysterical after being denied entrance. Magdaline cast a furtive glance over at them, one eyebrow raised in disbelief at the display before her. She felt sorry for the girls, but her sympathy was short-lived as she approached Max, grinning broadly at him as she pulled out her pass.
“Go on in, Maggie,” he said, nodding his head.
She turned around once more, now the target of spiteful glares from the aforementioned teenage girls, who looked at her like she’d stolen the keys to the kingdom. Well, if you’re gonna act like *that*… Magdaline shrugged her shoulders, then raised her hand and wiggled her fingers in a little wave. The girls’ scowls deepened even further, and she pressed her lips together to stifle a giggle.
The sound of loud laughter and anxious female voices echoed to where she was then, along with the clattering of high heels on the wooden floor. She started to walk back toward the festivities, but stopped at the sound of a male voice coming from behind the curtains.
“Um…’scuse me, sir? Guard? Yeah, I’m-I’m here to see John Sebastian.”
The voice caught Magdaline’s attention immediately, unfamiliar, yet distinct at the same time. Who is that..? she wondered, and decided to sate her curiosity by walking back to the other side of the curtain. She was surprised to see what looked like an old man standing there. Wait… she thought, noticing the man’s hairline. He’s wearing a wig. The black-rimmed glasses he had on were also obviously fake, having no lenses in them. But the accent she heard when he spoke was definitely real; a soft twang which grew stronger as the tone of his voice became more insistent.
“And how, exactly, do you know Mr. Sebastian?”
”Well, uh, I’m a real big fan of his, y’see, and I came a bit of a ways just to come see him, so’f it isn’t too much trouble, I’d like to get back there and say hello.”
Magdaline looked him up and down, admiring the way his button-down, striped shirt hugged his thin frame, and those pants…if she didn’t know better, she could have sworn they were painted on. He was arguing with Max now, and she gasped as she saw the intensity in his dark eyes, flickering with impatience. THAT’S who that is! It all finally clicked inside her head. That’s Michael Nesmith, from the Monkees.
She walked over to the two men, placing a hand on the guard’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Max. John knows him. He wants him to come backstage.” Mike stared at her, flabbergasted, as she took him by the arm.
”Oh. Well, all right, then,” Max said, waving them in.
She flashed a grateful smile at Max, gently squeezing the tall man’s arm as she pulled him back through the curtain, finally stopping after they were several feet away.
“Do you know who I am?” Mike asked. Magdaline said nothing, moving up close to him and pulling off the grey wig and glasses. She drew in a breath at the sight of his natural hair, nearly jet black, which complemented his eyes. A slight tingle of excitement ran through her as she felt the heat radiating from his body.
”Yes, I do, Mr. Nesmith,” she replied, walking away from him to drop the disguises into a nearby garbage can. She turned back to him, unable to suppress a grin as he stared at her in disbelief.
“Michael,” he corrected, sighing with annoyance. Mike moved his hands up to his hair, finger-combing the now mussed wave back into position. “So how did you know, anyway? The wig and the glasses didn’t fool ya?”
“When I heard your voice, I could tell. The, uh, pants helped, too,” she winked at him. “They don’t leave very much to the imagination.”
Mike laughed at this, finally letting out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding. He had no idea who this girl was, but she didn’t lack for guts, and he admired that. Any reservations he’d felt about her were dissipating, and he leaned back against the wall behind him, taking her in. His eyes scanned her figure appreciatively, down past her shoulder-length blonde hair to the curve of her breasts, over her shapely hips and finally, her long legs-smooth, white calves encased in brown boots. Not bad… Mike thought.
“So what’s your name, then, honey? And who the hell are you, anyway?”
“Magdaline. I’m a friend of John’s. I think he’d like to meet you. What do you say?”
Mike’s eyes went wide as he nearly lost his balance. “What-uh, I mean, really?”
”Yeah,” Magdaline enthused. “He watches The Monkees on TV all the time.”
She watched his smile slowly fade. “You don’t say.” His voice was low, expressionless.
“You’re his favorite Monkee, if that helps,” she added, reaching up a hand to slowly stroke Mike’s arm. “But I know that’s not the only reason he likes you. He thinks you have talent, Michael. Real talent.”
Mike’s face brightened considerably at this, the hardness fading from his eyes. He moved closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I owe you, you know,” he said, stroking his thumb up and down her neck. Her first thought was of how different his hands were from John’s-they were thinner and slightly bony, but strong and firm, in stark contrast to the gentleness of John’s soft touch. She wondered what it would feel like to have those two very different sets of hands on her body at the same time.
”Magdaline.” She looked up, jarred by the sound of him saying her name. It almost sounded like a command.
“What? Oh! Right. Yeah. Come on, let’s go,” she smiled at him, filing away her lascivious thoughts for the time being.
Mike followed her to the lounge, eyes glancing downward to watch her ass as she moved. His concentration was interrupted by the overpowering aroma of burning weeds wafting through the air. Wisps of smoke filled one corner of the room, along with peals of raucous laughter. Mike looked around the room at the members of the Spoonful-Joe, Steve, and Zal, all seated on beds of pillows, holding court with their respective cliques of friends and girls (in Zal’s case, it was mostly girls).
“Hey there, darlin’.” John was resting alone on his own multicolored, cushioned island, a small pipe perched between his lips. He smiled when he saw Magdaline there, remembering the coy looks she’d given him during the show. Without hesitation, she kneeled down and crawled onto the pillows beside him. He briefly removed the pipe from his mouth and slid a hand to the back of her head, pulling her close for a soft kiss.
“Mmh,” Maggie purred, a surge of warmth creeping up her neck and cheeks. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
“Told you I’d be back in town soon.” He pressed his thumb to her lips, running it across them gently. She kept her eyes on him and he gazed into hers as she folded her lip over the tip, nibbling lightly.
“Ahem.” Mike’s voice came from above them, clearing his throat. Magdaline looked up, having almost forgotten that he was there. He wore an expectant look on his face, eyes darting from her to John and back again.
“Well, who do we have here?” John leaned back on his hands, eyeing Mike speculatively. “Monkee man Michael Nesmith! How about that?” he laughed, waving Mike over. “Come on and have a seat, man. Nice sideburns, by the way.”
Outwardly, Mike remained calm, a small nod of the head the only gesture he gave in response. Inside, he was delighted at hearing his name spoken by John Sebastian. He said my name! He knows my name! If it were possible for Mike to be giddy, he would have been squealing like a schoolgirl right then.
“It’s really an honor to meet you, Mr. Sebastian,” Mike semi-rambled, nervously reaching out to shake his hand.
“Oh, geez-call me John,” the seated man replied. “And sit, sit! Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Well, Maggie might,” he teased, quickly kissing her on the cheek.
“Maggie?” Mike asked as he sunk down onto the pillows with them. “Does everybody call you that?”
“Yeah, most people,” she replied, leaning her head to rest against John’s arm.
”Well, I’m not most people, so I’m gonna call you Magdaline. That all right with you?” his eyes were intense as he looked at her for approval. The tingling she’d felt earlier returned then, now coalescing into a faint hum in the pit of her stomach.
“Sure, that’s fine,” she said. You can call me anything you want…
John lit the pipe and raised it to his lips then, inhaling deeply. He cupped the side of Maggie’s face with his free hand and pressed his lips to hers, shotgunning the smoke into her open mouth. She breathed it in, immediately feeling the familiar, hazy sensations overtake her body.
He turned to Mike, lifting the pipe towards him. “Want a smoke?”
Mike nodded, taking the pipe from John and puffing on it. He coughed as the pungent smoke hit his lungs. “Fuckin’ hell. That’s even stronger than the stuff Peter gets.”
John grinned. “Only the best for my Maggie.” He slid his hand around her shoulders, and she sighed contentedly, moving her head into the crook of John’s neck.
”So what brings you to my show, Mike? Can I call you Mike, by the way?”
“Yeah, man, absolutely! I, uh, I’m a really big fan of yours, and I knew you and the Spoonful were coming into town, so I thought I’d try to catch your act.” Mike rubbed his eyes, the potency of the drug starting to affect him. “But I wouldn’t have gotten backstage if it weren’t for Magdaline here.”
“Is that so?” Magdaline sat up then, nodding in confirmation. “You sly little minx, you,” John smiled at her, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Good work, doll. So I guess this means that you owe her, yeah?”
Both Mike and Magdaline laughed nervously at this, neither quite able to look the other in the eye. Hmmm… John thought, his cheekbones raised high as an idea came into his head and a grin spread across his face.
“I think I know one way you can return the favor.”
John placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her towards Mike. She looked at him questioningly. “Trust me,” he said. He glanced up at the dark-haired man, addressing Mike directly.
“I know what you’ve been thinkin’ about, buddy. Go ahead.”
”Wh-what?” Mike felt his cheeks reddening and almost couldn’t meet John’s gaze. How does he know? Mike wondered.
“Kiss her,” John finally said, and Magdaline’s eyes went wide, a sudden rush of heat coursing through her body. She’d thought about kissing Mike as soon as she realized who he was, but never would’ve acted on it. Now she had John practically offering her up to him. Not that I mind… she thought, noticing the distinct fullness of Mike’s bottom lip, pink and pouting as it were.
“John…” a hint of hesitance tinged her voice. “He doesn’t have to if he doesn’t-“
Her sentence was cut off by Mike leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was gentle, at first, then grew more passionate as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Mike watched her from beneath his eyelids as they kissed, and a soft moan escaped from Magdaline as he massaged his tongue with hers. Oh my God… her mind raced as they kissed. She felt the blood stirring in her veins, fast rushing through her chest and arms, right into her face. The handsome man attached to her lips, along with the one sitting nearby and watching attentively, seemed to be the sources of it all, feeding the fire that was steadily building inside her.
A sudden need for oxygen made Magdaline pull back then, albeit very reluctantly. She looked at Mike, panting, and her pulse quickened even further when she saw the flashes of lust in his eyes. His lips were glistening, still wet from the kiss. Mike wanted more, the taste of her now committed to his memory, and the omnipresent bulge in his pants was even more noticeable than usual as his mind was filled with explicit thoughts of taking her to bed.
“Well…” John was grinning like a madman, quite pleased at his instincts having been confirmed. “This party just got a whole lot more interesting.”
A high-pitched yowl from one of the room’s other occupants shook Magdaline, John, and Mike out of their haze. All three were suddenly feeling the need to be elsewhere, to be someplace more…private.
”So, uh, Maggie…I was thinking maybe we could adjourn this little gathering to my hotel room. Whaddya say?” John winked at her, his tongue sliding around the tip of the pipe suggestively.
Magdaline smiled knowingly. “You read my mind. Hey…can we bring him along?” she nodded her head towards Mike.
”I have no problem with that at all. Let’s ask him and see what he says. Hey, Mike?”
John calling his name startled Mike, whose focus had been fixed on Magdaline, thinking about how badly he wanted to put his hands all over her body, groping, caressing, and grabbing anything and everything within reach.
“Yeah, John?” he finally responded.
“We’re thinking of getting out of here and going back to my hotel room. I think Maggie here would sure like a lot if you’d join us. So, how about it? Wanna come?” John couldn’t contain a wicked grin as he posed the last question.
“Hell yes,” Mike almost groaned, his voice low and slightly ragged as he stared at Magdaline out of the corner of his eye.
John’s brow furrowed as he remembered one slight problem. “Aw, shit. I came here by limo. Oh, man. There’s gotta be some other way we can get to the hotel-“
“We can take my car,” Mike interjected. “It’s a Mini-Cooper, but it should have enough room for the three of us.”
“Well, all right, Monkee man,” John smiled, reaching over to clap an appreciative hand on Mike’s shoulder.
~*~
Now that things were finally set in motion, Magdaline was eager (and more than a little nervous) to be alone in a hotel room with John and Mike. Especially Mike. A few more minutes went by before she managed to pry John’s hands off of her long enough for the three of them to sneak out to the parking lot. Mike had parked significantly far away from the venue, but neither she nor John minded the long walk, holding hands and stealing increasingly heated kisses the closer they all got to the car.
Mike coughed quietly, subtly interrupting them. “Everybody in,” Mike said, opening the Cooper’s door. John and Magdaline quickly crawled in, heading straight for the backseat.
Magdaline and John were making out-of this, Mike was sure-and he swallowed hard as he heard her moaning softly under John’s touch. He gripped the wheel steadily as he drove, trying not to listen to the sounds coming from behind him.
Music…need music, Mike thought, turning on the radio in an effort to distract himself, hoping to find something to take his mind off of her.
“All you gotta do is
Hold him and kiss him and love him
And show him that you care…”
What the fuck is this? Mike’s nose wrinkled in disgust at the effeminate tune, quickly twisting the dial to turn it off. It was no use; nothing on the radio could tear his attentions away from John and Magdaline, and his hands grew sweaty as he imagined what John must’ve been doing to her there in the dark. Mike wasn’t able to fully see what was going on, but he knew she was enjoying it. His foot pressed decidedly harder on the accelerator then, and they made it to the hotel in record time.
Mike stopped the car, turning around to face the now-out-of-breath couple. Both their faces were flushed from kissing, and John’s long, wavy hair was wild from Magdaline running her fingers through it. Her halter top was half-pushed up, exposing the bottom of her bra. At first, she attempted to preserve modesty, pulling down her top when she saw Mike studying her intensely. But she knew how turned on he was, and she could not help but slowly cross her legs, revealing to him the slightest flash of underwear.
Fuck… Mike fought the urge to grab her and have his way with her in the car right there. No... he decided, regaining control. She’s going to have to beg for it.
“We’re here,” he said brusquely, ignoring the enticing display before him.
John, Mike, and Magdaline stood next to the car for a few moments, just looking at each other, faces flushed and small smiles playing on each of their lips. John finally pulled out the room key from his pocket.
“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing toward the hotel room.
“You bet, baby,” Magdaline whispered, nibbling on John’s earlobe as he unlocked the door. She wrapped an arm around him, then turned her head to face Mike, grinning wickedly at him as she grabbed a fistful of her skirt in her free hand, lifting it just high enough to show the curve of her ass. Mike’s arousal grew tenfold, fueled by her boldness. He was desperate to fuck her, to feel her body writhing wildly underneath his own as she screamed with pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to release with his every movement.
~*~
Magdaline wasted no time, crawling backwards onto the bed and pulling John down on top of her. She kissed him passionately, thrilled and relieved to finally be getting what she’d been waiting for all night. John moved a hand to one of her breasts, groping gently and circling a finger around her nipple, teasing it to hardness. She gasped as waves of pleasure rippled through her, tightening her grip in John’s thick hair. He noticed this, smiling against her lips, and swiftly moved down to cup his mouth over her other nipple, breathing hot air onto it. Oh, God… she shuddered, her head spinning with arousal, and the room was suddenly entirely too warm for clothes.
She sat up for a moment, pulling off her halter top and throwing it towards Mike, who caught it with the fastest of reflexes.
”Nice catch,” she grinned, self-conscious yet incredibly turned on as he lifted the top and pressed his nose to it, inhaling her scent deeply. He threw the top over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving her as he raked his gaze over her bare breasts. She felt John’s lips kissing their way up her neck, doling out little nibbles and bites to the sensitive flesh, eliciting a soft moan from her.
“Like anything you see?” Magdaline spoke in a breathy whisper, still staring at Mike. She flinched as she felt John’s hand slide beneath her skirt, his fingers slowly making their way up her thigh. Needing to feel his skin against her hands, she grabbed at his vest, pulling it off, making short work of his shirt as well. She grasped the waistband of his pants, deftly unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside before slowly sliding the fabric down over his firm ass, until they were off completely. Magdaline grinned when she saw he had no underwear on. He’s like a Boy Scout, she thought, smirking as a quiet groan escaped from John when she wrapped a hand around his stiff cock for a brief grope. Always prepared.
John’s clothes were in a crumpled heap on the floor within seconds, and Magdaline sighed as his bare chest hovered above her. She stroked her fingers down through the patches of brown hair on it and on his flat stomach, loving its coarse texture. She moved back up to his nipples, dusty pink and already hardened from the cool air in the room, and tweaked them gently.
“Ohh, God…” he groaned. John had one arm resting to the side of her head, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as his free hand continued to move between her legs.
Mike stayed silent, not daring to break the spell that they were all under. His cock was straining painfully against the confines of his trousers by then, and he quietly lowered the zipper at the front, sliding a hand inside to grasp his throbbing hard-on.
John pushed Magdaline’s panties aside, and she gasped as he slid one finger up her slit, gently parting her lips. “Mmmhh…” she moaned, crying out as it slid inside.
“Wait, wait.” She paused to pull her boots off, then unbuttoned her skirt, quickly pushing it down her thighs. John’s free hand took care of the rest, yanking the offending garment off her body.
She laid there now only in her panties, the front of which had grown increasingly damp from John touching her. “Please…” she breathed, pushing John’s hand between her legs. “Don’t stop.”
John chuckled softly, the blueness of his eyes growing a shade darker as he ‘walked’ two fingers up her thigh. “Couldn’t stop now if I tried, darlin’,” he whispered, his voice raspy as he penetrated her again.
“Unhh…” her head lolled back onto the pillow as she felt her body coming alive under John’s touch. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, his pace growing faster as his finger became slick with her juices.
”Yesss…oh my God, more!” she wailed, and John ripped her panties off in one swift motion, tossing them behind him.
He unknowingly threw them at Mike, hitting him square in the chest. Mike picked up the torn underwear, groaning softly at how warm they were from being on Magdaline’s body.
John’s head went between her legs, his tongue sliding up her lips and flicking over her clit. His sideburns raked against her thighs as he licked her, alternating between circling rapidly and sucking the little pearl into his mouth. He moved his hand to one of her breasts, groping lightly as he tasted her.
”AHH! Shit, oh fuck yes…” She arched her back under his ministrations, and her eyes flew open as she felt another hand on her other breast, pinching her nipple roughly. She moaned when she saw Mike standing there, his shirt fully unbuttoned, exposing the dark trail of hair that went from below his navel to his pelvic area. He was naked from the waist down, his enormous cock standing straight up against his stomach as he knelt beside her on the bed.
He sat up on his knees, leaning over her so that his cock was directly in front of her mouth. Her eyes widened as she took in its length and thickness, and the thatch of dark hair above it. She darted her tongue out to slide around the head, flicking over the slit.
”Fuck…” Mike hissed, summoning every ounce of willpower he had to keep from shoving his cock straight down her throat. She kept her eyes on him as she took him into her mouth, inch by inch.
”Yeah, that’s it…take that cock,” he growled, shuddering as she slid her tongue up the underside. She sucked Mike greedily, loving the muskiness of his scent filling her senses.
“Mmmh!” she loudly moaned around Mike’s cock as John sped up the pace of his licks. Mike eyes squeezed shut and he shuddered, the vibrations pulsing through his cock. He moved a hand to the back of her head, gripping tightly as she continued to suck him.
Magdaline’s toes began to curl as the familiar wave worked its way up her body. She glanced down and saw John looking up at her with those oceanic eyes, radiating intensity, urging her on. Seconds later, she was coming, a torrent of half-incoherent profanities and utterances to God spilling from her lips as currents of what felt like electricity shooting up her spine. Her orgasm overtook her completely, and she bucked her hips wildly against John’s mouth as Mike began to thrust into hers. John kept his tongue on her clit until she’d ridden out the very last wave of her climax, lapping up every drop.
Mike reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth, not wanting to come just yet. He grasped Magdaline’s shoulders, lifting her onto her knees and smashing his lips against hers in a rough kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers finding his nipples and pinching them in the same way he’d done to her. Her hands moved all over his chest and back, gripping tightly as he slid a hand down to her ass, raising his palm high before bringing it back down in a loud smack! She squealed into his mouth, more from surprise than anything else, and a second spank was greeted with the same reaction, followed by a pleasured moan against Mike’s lips.
She broke the kiss a moment later, gently pushing Mike over to where John was. She sat back then, admiring the two naked men lying on the bed with her. Magdaline loved the contrast between them-Mike’s beautifully pale, slim frame next to John’s tanned, lightly muscled torso; one’s raven hair several inches higher than the other’s warm chestnut waves; dark brown eyes versus brilliant blue ones.
“Switch,” Mike grunted, nodding towards John. John had to smirk at Mike trying to step into the dominant role, the director of their little tryst. He knew one thing that Mike didn’t, though, which was that Magdaline wasn’t very likely to follow orders unless she wanted to.
Magdaline lowered herself to the bed, crawling towards John and Mike, positioning herself on all fours in front of them. Neither man moved for a moment, and John was unsure of how Mike would react to her defiance.
“Isn’t one of you going to fuck me already?” she whispered throatily, leaning her head down to rest on her hands and tilting it to the side to glance at them coyly, her ass sticking up in the air. Not one to turn down a challenge, Mike moved behind her, pulling her thighs apart. She shivered as the cool air rushed over her wetness, then cried out as Mike slid one, then two fingers into her, stretching her out.
John crawled in front of her, rising up on his knees. He softly stroked the back of her head, fingers idly caressing a few strands of her hair as he slid the head of his throbbing cock over her mouth. The taste of her climax still tingled on his tongue, and he bit his lower lip, groaning as he “painted” her lips with the precum that had already collected at the tip of his cock. She wrapped her mouth over it, and John’s head tipped backwards as he reveled in the glorious heat surrounding him. She slid her tongue up the underside, flicking rapidly over the slit. “Jesus…” John panted, and he slowly rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.
Mike entered her then, burying his hardness in her completely with a sudden thrust of the hips. She screamed around John’s cock, her entire body shaking with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she attempted to adjust to Mike’s size. He gripped her hips firmly, pulling back until only the tip of his dick was in her, and thrust back in again, this time with such force that it pushed her against John, shoving the rest of his erection down her throat.
”Oh, fuck!” John groaned, and any semblance of gentleness he’d tried to maintain was now gone as he began to move his hips against her mouth. At the same time, Mike was moving behind her-long, deep strokes that made her see stars as he hit her g-spot over and over again. She sucked John fiercely, setting the same pace as Mike’s thrusts, praying her mind and body wouldn’t explode from all of the stimulation.
”Unhh…fuck, that’s it…that’s so fucking good,” Mike grunted as he fucked her, all of the tension and lust that had built up over the evening pouring out of him. She was so tight, so wet around him, better and hotter than in anything he’d imagined. He looked up and over at John, whose gaze was fixed on Magdaline, panting and gasping as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Mike couldn’t help but smirk at this, and he felt a twinge of jealousy, knowing that there were parts of Magdaline that belonged only to John, square inches that he’d never be able to touch. Yet, somehow, it made it all the better, knowing that John was allowing this, and so was Magdaline, and Mike’s eyes briefly fluttered closed as he felt a surge of renewed lust rush through his body.
He reached a hand down to her clit, clasping it between two fingers and rubbing fiercely as he pounded into her. Magdaline’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, the combined sensations of Mike behind her and John in front of her almost more than she could handle. She felt her second orgasm of the night fast approaching, spurred on by Mike’s relentlessness. He worked her clit mercilessly, leaning over her as he did, planting kisses from the base of her spine all the way up her back.
“Do you want to come?” he whispered hoarsely into her ear, slowing his movement inside her and his fingers on her clit. She nodded underneath him, unable to respond due to having a mouth full of John.
“I didn’t catch that,” Mike said, moving even more slowly.
”Yes…” Magdaline gasped, momentarily moving off of John’s cock. “Yes, I want to come.” Her body was very nearly burning with pleasure, every nerve ending so powerfully stimulated.
”Beg,” he commanded, steadily picking the pace back up.
”Please…Michael…please, I need it…I need it now…”
The dark-haired man smirked in satisfaction. “Keep suckin’ him,” he ordered, and she gladly took John’s cock into her mouth again.
Mike finally resumed his rapid pace, and pressed his lips to her ear one last time. “Come on, babe. Come all over my cock.”
The sound of his lazy twang muttering those dirty words sent Magdaline over the edge then. John groaned aloud as she cried out in pleasure, fighting off his own orgasm as he watched her come. Her muscles clenched tightly around Mike’s cock, and he found his release a moment later, a string of expletives pouring from his lips as he thrust into her several more times.
A few more moments passed as Mike caught his breath, and he slowly withdrew from her. Magdaline moaned softly as he did, mourning the sudden emptiness. John was more than eager to be inside of her, happy to fill that void. He moved his body around to the other side of her, lying down on the bed on his back. Magdaline sat up, and grinned when she saw him looking at her expectantly, his hands threaded behind his head, one eyebrow inquisitively raised. She straddled him immediately, lowering herself onto his cock, and both she and John groaned as she took him in, all the way to the hilt.
She wasn’t sure where Mike was, but a quick upward glance revealed him to be slumped back against the headboard of the bed, one leg bent at the knee, his arm propped on it. His cock had already begun to harden again, and he stroked himself lightly as he watched the two of them.
Maggie looked down at John, whose hands had slid up her back and to her neck, and he pulled her to him roughly, kissing her deeply. She began to move up and down on him, planting her hands on his chest for leverage. She moaned into his mouth as he thrust up into her, intermittent bursts of pleasure coursing through her body as his cock touched the already-sensitive spot in the back. The pace was slow, at first, but she soon began to ride John harder. John moved a hand to either side of her hips, lifting her up and slamming her back down on him, a thin layer of sweat forming across his body. She felt his fingers on her clit and cried out, waves of pleasure washing over her. When she looked down again, he was grinning up at her wickedly.
”God, you’re hot tonight,” John whispered, and she smiled back at him. A low noise resembling a growl came from John’s throat, and he gently pushed her off of him, sliding over and onto his side, hooking an arm over her waist to pull her flush against his chest. John nudged her thighs apart with his knee, twining their legs together as he entered her again.
“Ohgod, fuck…mmmhh,” her head fell back into the crook of his neck as he moved in and out of her, setting a frantic pace. John tilted her head back slightly so that he could kiss her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth in the same manner as his movements further down on her body.
His pace was frantic, lost to the ecstasy of her warmth and wetness. John angled his thrusts so as to hit her g-spot with every stroke, and she writhed against him, the ball of fire once again building in the pit of her stomach.
“Mmhh, shit, yes…oh, I’m so close,” she breathed, pulling back from the kiss, and John decided to issue her a final coup de grace, pinching her clit between his fingers, rubbing it rapidly, ceaselessly.
”Let it all out. Yeah…that’s it. Let go…let me hear you,” John groaned into her ear, his cock so hard and buried so deeply in her that he thought he was going to lose his mind.
”JOHN!” she screamed his name seconds later, back arching up against him as flashes of white heat engulfed her body. He wrapped an arm around her waist, the other cupping one of her breasts as he pounded into her roughly, so close to his own climax.
”Ohh, oh FUCK!” John yelled, sinking his teeth into Maggie’s shoulder as the pleasure overtook his senses. He thrust into her several more times, holding her body tightly against his as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.
Both John and Magdaline gasped when they heard a loud grunt come from the other side of the bed. Mike was beyond turned on by their lovemaking, and had been jerking off feverishly as he watched her being pleasured by John. Magdaline smiled as she watched Mike come again, his head thrown back as he groaned, cum coating his hand and stomach. Without missing a beat, he reached a long arm down to his shirt on the floor, using it to clean the sticky mess off his body. His eyes stayed on Magdaline’s the entire time.
“Come here,” she finally said, giggling as he threw the shirt back on the floor.
John untwined his leg from Magdaline’s, letting hers drop down to the bed as he spooned up against her back, and Mike readily occupied the space in front of her, lying on his side facing her. She reached out a hand to grasp the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss, one far more tender than the frantic, passion-filled kisses from earlier.
“Make room for one more.” John’s raspy voice came from behind her, and he leaned down to capture Magdaline’s lips in a kiss of his own.
“Mmhh,” she sighed, completely spent, sore and aching all over, yet immensely satisfied. She pulled Mike close to her, sighing happily at the feeling of his chest against her breasts, and John’s chest against her back, his now-softened cock resting on top of her ass.
“Well…” John chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Magdaline’s shoulder. The entire room now smelled of sex, and all three of them were drenched in it.
Magdaline could hardly move; nor did she have no desire to. She realized then just how much their exertions had taken out of her as exhaustion slowly crept in. John and Mike yawned at the same time, and she knew she wasn’t the only one tired out.
She sat up for a moment, pulling the big blanket over the three of them as they settled into sated slumber.
”Good night, my boys,” Magdaline whispered, and they fell asleep like that, in a tangle of limbs, bodies sweaty, sticky, and sore; the indelible impressions of an unforgettable night burned into all of their minds.
We’ll definitely have to do this again sometime… was Magdaline’s last thought as she drifted off to blissful sleep and pleasant, naughty dreams.
~*THE END*~
Title: One Hot Summer
Author: Me!
Rating: Oh-so-very NC-17
Pairing: Mike Nesmith/John Sebastian/OFC
Genre: Threesome M/F/M Smut. And copious amounts thereof.
Warnings: Contains explicit sexual content and adult language.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, completely 100% fictitious. I make no claims as to the personalities or sexual proclivities of the real John Sebastian and Mike Nesmith, and I glean no profit from this story whatsoever.
Summary: Two very sexy rock stars plus an audacious young woman leads to one unforgettable night after a concert in 1967. You'll like this fic if you're a fan of either or both men.
Author's Note: For rooftopconcert. Happy (now seriously belated) Birthday! I <3 you, my good friend, and I hope you enjoy this. :)
“Young girl…get out of my mind…“
Magdaline smirked when the song came on, rolling her eyes and turning the knob to change the station on the radio.
Boy, would John get a laugh out of that. Fifty-seven, fifty-eight… her wrist continued its mindless motion. She stopped, suddenly realizing how long she’d been standing there brushing her hair. Who the hell am I, Marcia Brady? Magdaline threw the brush down in disgust, quietly cursing John for making her lose count. Her lips curved into a smile as she thought of him and their conversation on the phone earlier that day, and she was unable to stay mad for long. I can’t believe he’s finally back in town. Tonight’s going to be so groovy.
She pulled the lipstick tube cap off with a flourish, ending with a pop! sound, and applied the faint rose shade to her lips. Tossing the recapped container in her purse, she took one last look in the mirror, flattening any remaining wrinkles on her short skirt and halter top, tugging on the tops of her brown boots to secure them on her legs.
“Going out?” her mother appeared in the doorway.
“Yeah, I am. I’ll be back later,” Magdaline curtly replied as she pulled her long coat on. *Much* later…
“I take it that band you like is putting on a concert? The…Living Teaspoons?”
“It’s the Lovin’ Spoonful, mom. And yes, they’re in town. John got me a ticket for tonight’s show.” She grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder, stopping to take one final look in the mirror before heading out the door.
”All right, well, you just be careful, okay?” the older woman called out from the front porch.
Magdaline stuck her head out of the car window. “I’ll be fine! Don’t wait up for me,” she replied as she sped out of the driveway.
~*~
The faint din of the massive crowd greeted Magdaline’s ears as soon as she stepped out of the car. The guard booth inside the venue was her destination, picking up the ticket and backstage pass John had set aside for her. She smiled warmly at Max, the head of security, thanking him for holding onto them for her, and headed into the arena.
John had procured a front-row seat for her, as usual, and her eyes went to him and never left the entire time he was onstage. She couldn’t help but laugh as she saw him grinning down at her, and she reveled in the tight, navy blue, three-quarter sleeve shirt and tan vest that he had on, which provided a clear outline of his leanly-muscled upper body. Thin beads of sweat clung to John’s forehead as he played under the stage lights, autoharp clutched in his strong, toned arm. The rest of the audience was oblivious as to why those blue eyes were twinkling so hard, but Magdaline knew all too well. So, the dance has begun… she thought, the familiar flutter rising in the pit of her stomach.
“Darling be home soon
I couldn't bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled…”
It was a miracle that she could hear the sweetness of the song through the pubescent pandemonium taking up most of the airspace. Yet, Magdaline knew his focus laid solely on her. The screams of the girls behind her intensified when he winked while singing the line, but she remained calm, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, the slightest flush of her cheeks the only outward sign of his effect on her. She reached into her purse, fingers lightly stroking the backstage pass inside.
I’ll see you soon, John… she winked back at him, the unending cacophony behind her fading into oblivion as she focused her thoughts on the night that lie ahead.
~*~
The show’s end could not come soon enough, and Magdaline deftly slipped through the crowd, finding her way backstage with ease. Max was standing guard again, and behind him were black curtains concealing a long corridor leading back to the dressing rooms and lounge area. Half-sobbing teenage girls sat on a couch against the wall, hysterical after being denied entrance. Magdaline cast a furtive glance over at them, one eyebrow raised in disbelief at the display before her. She felt sorry for the girls, but her sympathy was short-lived as she approached Max, grinning broadly at him as she pulled out her pass.
“Go on in, Maggie,” he said, nodding his head.
She turned around once more, now the target of spiteful glares from the aforementioned teenage girls, who looked at her like she’d stolen the keys to the kingdom. Well, if you’re gonna act like *that*… Magdaline shrugged her shoulders, then raised her hand and wiggled her fingers in a little wave. The girls’ scowls deepened even further, and she pressed her lips together to stifle a giggle.
The sound of loud laughter and anxious female voices echoed to where she was then, along with the clattering of high heels on the wooden floor. She started to walk back toward the festivities, but stopped at the sound of a male voice coming from behind the curtains.
“Um…’scuse me, sir? Guard? Yeah, I’m-I’m here to see John Sebastian.”
The voice caught Magdaline’s attention immediately, unfamiliar, yet distinct at the same time. Who is that..? she wondered, and decided to sate her curiosity by walking back to the other side of the curtain. She was surprised to see what looked like an old man standing there. Wait… she thought, noticing the man’s hairline. He’s wearing a wig. The black-rimmed glasses he had on were also obviously fake, having no lenses in them. But the accent she heard when he spoke was definitely real; a soft twang which grew stronger as the tone of his voice became more insistent.
“And how, exactly, do you know Mr. Sebastian?”
”Well, uh, I’m a real big fan of his, y’see, and I came a bit of a ways just to come see him, so’f it isn’t too much trouble, I’d like to get back there and say hello.”
Magdaline looked him up and down, admiring the way his button-down, striped shirt hugged his thin frame, and those pants…if she didn’t know better, she could have sworn they were painted on. He was arguing with Max now, and she gasped as she saw the intensity in his dark eyes, flickering with impatience. THAT’S who that is! It all finally clicked inside her head. That’s Michael Nesmith, from the Monkees.
She walked over to the two men, placing a hand on the guard’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Max. John knows him. He wants him to come backstage.” Mike stared at her, flabbergasted, as she took him by the arm.
”Oh. Well, all right, then,” Max said, waving them in.
She flashed a grateful smile at Max, gently squeezing the tall man’s arm as she pulled him back through the curtain, finally stopping after they were several feet away.
“Do you know who I am?” Mike asked. Magdaline said nothing, moving up close to him and pulling off the grey wig and glasses. She drew in a breath at the sight of his natural hair, nearly jet black, which complemented his eyes. A slight tingle of excitement ran through her as she felt the heat radiating from his body.
”Yes, I do, Mr. Nesmith,” she replied, walking away from him to drop the disguises into a nearby garbage can. She turned back to him, unable to suppress a grin as he stared at her in disbelief.
“Michael,” he corrected, sighing with annoyance. Mike moved his hands up to his hair, finger-combing the now mussed wave back into position. “So how did you know, anyway? The wig and the glasses didn’t fool ya?”
“When I heard your voice, I could tell. The, uh, pants helped, too,” she winked at him. “They don’t leave very much to the imagination.”
Mike laughed at this, finally letting out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding. He had no idea who this girl was, but she didn’t lack for guts, and he admired that. Any reservations he’d felt about her were dissipating, and he leaned back against the wall behind him, taking her in. His eyes scanned her figure appreciatively, down past her shoulder-length blonde hair to the curve of her breasts, over her shapely hips and finally, her long legs-smooth, white calves encased in brown boots. Not bad… Mike thought.
“So what’s your name, then, honey? And who the hell are you, anyway?”
“Magdaline. I’m a friend of John’s. I think he’d like to meet you. What do you say?”
Mike’s eyes went wide as he nearly lost his balance. “What-uh, I mean, really?”
”Yeah,” Magdaline enthused. “He watches The Monkees on TV all the time.”
She watched his smile slowly fade. “You don’t say.” His voice was low, expressionless.
“You’re his favorite Monkee, if that helps,” she added, reaching up a hand to slowly stroke Mike’s arm. “But I know that’s not the only reason he likes you. He thinks you have talent, Michael. Real talent.”
Mike’s face brightened considerably at this, the hardness fading from his eyes. He moved closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I owe you, you know,” he said, stroking his thumb up and down her neck. Her first thought was of how different his hands were from John’s-they were thinner and slightly bony, but strong and firm, in stark contrast to the gentleness of John’s soft touch. She wondered what it would feel like to have those two very different sets of hands on her body at the same time.
”Magdaline.” She looked up, jarred by the sound of him saying her name. It almost sounded like a command.
“What? Oh! Right. Yeah. Come on, let’s go,” she smiled at him, filing away her lascivious thoughts for the time being.
Mike followed her to the lounge, eyes glancing downward to watch her ass as she moved. His concentration was interrupted by the overpowering aroma of burning weeds wafting through the air. Wisps of smoke filled one corner of the room, along with peals of raucous laughter. Mike looked around the room at the members of the Spoonful-Joe, Steve, and Zal, all seated on beds of pillows, holding court with their respective cliques of friends and girls (in Zal’s case, it was mostly girls).
“Hey there, darlin’.” John was resting alone on his own multicolored, cushioned island, a small pipe perched between his lips. He smiled when he saw Magdaline there, remembering the coy looks she’d given him during the show. Without hesitation, she kneeled down and crawled onto the pillows beside him. He briefly removed the pipe from his mouth and slid a hand to the back of her head, pulling her close for a soft kiss.
“Mmh,” Maggie purred, a surge of warmth creeping up her neck and cheeks. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
“Told you I’d be back in town soon.” He pressed his thumb to her lips, running it across them gently. She kept her eyes on him and he gazed into hers as she folded her lip over the tip, nibbling lightly.
“Ahem.” Mike’s voice came from above them, clearing his throat. Magdaline looked up, having almost forgotten that he was there. He wore an expectant look on his face, eyes darting from her to John and back again.
“Well, who do we have here?” John leaned back on his hands, eyeing Mike speculatively. “Monkee man Michael Nesmith! How about that?” he laughed, waving Mike over. “Come on and have a seat, man. Nice sideburns, by the way.”
Outwardly, Mike remained calm, a small nod of the head the only gesture he gave in response. Inside, he was delighted at hearing his name spoken by John Sebastian. He said my name! He knows my name! If it were possible for Mike to be giddy, he would have been squealing like a schoolgirl right then.
“It’s really an honor to meet you, Mr. Sebastian,” Mike semi-rambled, nervously reaching out to shake his hand.
“Oh, geez-call me John,” the seated man replied. “And sit, sit! Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Well, Maggie might,” he teased, quickly kissing her on the cheek.
“Maggie?” Mike asked as he sunk down onto the pillows with them. “Does everybody call you that?”
“Yeah, most people,” she replied, leaning her head to rest against John’s arm.
”Well, I’m not most people, so I’m gonna call you Magdaline. That all right with you?” his eyes were intense as he looked at her for approval. The tingling she’d felt earlier returned then, now coalescing into a faint hum in the pit of her stomach.
“Sure, that’s fine,” she said. You can call me anything you want…
John lit the pipe and raised it to his lips then, inhaling deeply. He cupped the side of Maggie’s face with his free hand and pressed his lips to hers, shotgunning the smoke into her open mouth. She breathed it in, immediately feeling the familiar, hazy sensations overtake her body.
He turned to Mike, lifting the pipe towards him. “Want a smoke?”
Mike nodded, taking the pipe from John and puffing on it. He coughed as the pungent smoke hit his lungs. “Fuckin’ hell. That’s even stronger than the stuff Peter gets.”
John grinned. “Only the best for my Maggie.” He slid his hand around her shoulders, and she sighed contentedly, moving her head into the crook of John’s neck.
”So what brings you to my show, Mike? Can I call you Mike, by the way?”
“Yeah, man, absolutely! I, uh, I’m a really big fan of yours, and I knew you and the Spoonful were coming into town, so I thought I’d try to catch your act.” Mike rubbed his eyes, the potency of the drug starting to affect him. “But I wouldn’t have gotten backstage if it weren’t for Magdaline here.”
“Is that so?” Magdaline sat up then, nodding in confirmation. “You sly little minx, you,” John smiled at her, pushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Good work, doll. So I guess this means that you owe her, yeah?”
Both Mike and Magdaline laughed nervously at this, neither quite able to look the other in the eye. Hmmm… John thought, his cheekbones raised high as an idea came into his head and a grin spread across his face.
“I think I know one way you can return the favor.”
John placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her towards Mike. She looked at him questioningly. “Trust me,” he said. He glanced up at the dark-haired man, addressing Mike directly.
“I know what you’ve been thinkin’ about, buddy. Go ahead.”
”Wh-what?” Mike felt his cheeks reddening and almost couldn’t meet John’s gaze. How does he know? Mike wondered.
“Kiss her,” John finally said, and Magdaline’s eyes went wide, a sudden rush of heat coursing through her body. She’d thought about kissing Mike as soon as she realized who he was, but never would’ve acted on it. Now she had John practically offering her up to him. Not that I mind… she thought, noticing the distinct fullness of Mike’s bottom lip, pink and pouting as it were.
“John…” a hint of hesitance tinged her voice. “He doesn’t have to if he doesn’t-“
Her sentence was cut off by Mike leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was gentle, at first, then grew more passionate as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Mike watched her from beneath his eyelids as they kissed, and a soft moan escaped from Magdaline as he massaged his tongue with hers. Oh my God… her mind raced as they kissed. She felt the blood stirring in her veins, fast rushing through her chest and arms, right into her face. The handsome man attached to her lips, along with the one sitting nearby and watching attentively, seemed to be the sources of it all, feeding the fire that was steadily building inside her.
A sudden need for oxygen made Magdaline pull back then, albeit very reluctantly. She looked at Mike, panting, and her pulse quickened even further when she saw the flashes of lust in his eyes. His lips were glistening, still wet from the kiss. Mike wanted more, the taste of her now committed to his memory, and the omnipresent bulge in his pants was even more noticeable than usual as his mind was filled with explicit thoughts of taking her to bed.
“Well…” John was grinning like a madman, quite pleased at his instincts having been confirmed. “This party just got a whole lot more interesting.”
A high-pitched yowl from one of the room’s other occupants shook Magdaline, John, and Mike out of their haze. All three were suddenly feeling the need to be elsewhere, to be someplace more…private.
”So, uh, Maggie…I was thinking maybe we could adjourn this little gathering to my hotel room. Whaddya say?” John winked at her, his tongue sliding around the tip of the pipe suggestively.
Magdaline smiled knowingly. “You read my mind. Hey…can we bring him along?” she nodded her head towards Mike.
”I have no problem with that at all. Let’s ask him and see what he says. Hey, Mike?”
John calling his name startled Mike, whose focus had been fixed on Magdaline, thinking about how badly he wanted to put his hands all over her body, groping, caressing, and grabbing anything and everything within reach.
“Yeah, John?” he finally responded.
“We’re thinking of getting out of here and going back to my hotel room. I think Maggie here would sure like a lot if you’d join us. So, how about it? Wanna come?” John couldn’t contain a wicked grin as he posed the last question.
“Hell yes,” Mike almost groaned, his voice low and slightly ragged as he stared at Magdaline out of the corner of his eye.
John’s brow furrowed as he remembered one slight problem. “Aw, shit. I came here by limo. Oh, man. There’s gotta be some other way we can get to the hotel-“
“We can take my car,” Mike interjected. “It’s a Mini-Cooper, but it should have enough room for the three of us.”
“Well, all right, Monkee man,” John smiled, reaching over to clap an appreciative hand on Mike’s shoulder.
~*~
Now that things were finally set in motion, Magdaline was eager (and more than a little nervous) to be alone in a hotel room with John and Mike. Especially Mike. A few more minutes went by before she managed to pry John’s hands off of her long enough for the three of them to sneak out to the parking lot. Mike had parked significantly far away from the venue, but neither she nor John minded the long walk, holding hands and stealing increasingly heated kisses the closer they all got to the car.
Mike coughed quietly, subtly interrupting them. “Everybody in,” Mike said, opening the Cooper’s door. John and Magdaline quickly crawled in, heading straight for the backseat.
Magdaline and John were making out-of this, Mike was sure-and he swallowed hard as he heard her moaning softly under John’s touch. He gripped the wheel steadily as he drove, trying not to listen to the sounds coming from behind him.
Music…need music, Mike thought, turning on the radio in an effort to distract himself, hoping to find something to take his mind off of her.
“All you gotta do is
Hold him and kiss him and love him
And show him that you care…”
What the fuck is this? Mike’s nose wrinkled in disgust at the effeminate tune, quickly twisting the dial to turn it off. It was no use; nothing on the radio could tear his attentions away from John and Magdaline, and his hands grew sweaty as he imagined what John must’ve been doing to her there in the dark. Mike wasn’t able to fully see what was going on, but he knew she was enjoying it. His foot pressed decidedly harder on the accelerator then, and they made it to the hotel in record time.
Mike stopped the car, turning around to face the now-out-of-breath couple. Both their faces were flushed from kissing, and John’s long, wavy hair was wild from Magdaline running her fingers through it. Her halter top was half-pushed up, exposing the bottom of her bra. At first, she attempted to preserve modesty, pulling down her top when she saw Mike studying her intensely. But she knew how turned on he was, and she could not help but slowly cross her legs, revealing to him the slightest flash of underwear.
Fuck… Mike fought the urge to grab her and have his way with her in the car right there. No... he decided, regaining control. She’s going to have to beg for it.
“We’re here,” he said brusquely, ignoring the enticing display before him.
John, Mike, and Magdaline stood next to the car for a few moments, just looking at each other, faces flushed and small smiles playing on each of their lips. John finally pulled out the room key from his pocket.
“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing toward the hotel room.
“You bet, baby,” Magdaline whispered, nibbling on John’s earlobe as he unlocked the door. She wrapped an arm around him, then turned her head to face Mike, grinning wickedly at him as she grabbed a fistful of her skirt in her free hand, lifting it just high enough to show the curve of her ass. Mike’s arousal grew tenfold, fueled by her boldness. He was desperate to fuck her, to feel her body writhing wildly underneath his own as she screamed with pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to release with his every movement.
~*~
Magdaline wasted no time, crawling backwards onto the bed and pulling John down on top of her. She kissed him passionately, thrilled and relieved to finally be getting what she’d been waiting for all night. John moved a hand to one of her breasts, groping gently and circling a finger around her nipple, teasing it to hardness. She gasped as waves of pleasure rippled through her, tightening her grip in John’s thick hair. He noticed this, smiling against her lips, and swiftly moved down to cup his mouth over her other nipple, breathing hot air onto it. Oh, God… she shuddered, her head spinning with arousal, and the room was suddenly entirely too warm for clothes.
She sat up for a moment, pulling off her halter top and throwing it towards Mike, who caught it with the fastest of reflexes.
”Nice catch,” she grinned, self-conscious yet incredibly turned on as he lifted the top and pressed his nose to it, inhaling her scent deeply. He threw the top over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving her as he raked his gaze over her bare breasts. She felt John’s lips kissing their way up her neck, doling out little nibbles and bites to the sensitive flesh, eliciting a soft moan from her.
“Like anything you see?” Magdaline spoke in a breathy whisper, still staring at Mike. She flinched as she felt John’s hand slide beneath her skirt, his fingers slowly making their way up her thigh. Needing to feel his skin against her hands, she grabbed at his vest, pulling it off, making short work of his shirt as well. She grasped the waistband of his pants, deftly unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside before slowly sliding the fabric down over his firm ass, until they were off completely. Magdaline grinned when she saw he had no underwear on. He’s like a Boy Scout, she thought, smirking as a quiet groan escaped from John when she wrapped a hand around his stiff cock for a brief grope. Always prepared.
John’s clothes were in a crumpled heap on the floor within seconds, and Magdaline sighed as his bare chest hovered above her. She stroked her fingers down through the patches of brown hair on it and on his flat stomach, loving its coarse texture. She moved back up to his nipples, dusty pink and already hardened from the cool air in the room, and tweaked them gently.
“Ohh, God…” he groaned. John had one arm resting to the side of her head, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as his free hand continued to move between her legs.
Mike stayed silent, not daring to break the spell that they were all under. His cock was straining painfully against the confines of his trousers by then, and he quietly lowered the zipper at the front, sliding a hand inside to grasp his throbbing hard-on.
John pushed Magdaline’s panties aside, and she gasped as he slid one finger up her slit, gently parting her lips. “Mmmhh…” she moaned, crying out as it slid inside.
“Wait, wait.” She paused to pull her boots off, then unbuttoned her skirt, quickly pushing it down her thighs. John’s free hand took care of the rest, yanking the offending garment off her body.
She laid there now only in her panties, the front of which had grown increasingly damp from John touching her. “Please…” she breathed, pushing John’s hand between her legs. “Don’t stop.”
John chuckled softly, the blueness of his eyes growing a shade darker as he ‘walked’ two fingers up her thigh. “Couldn’t stop now if I tried, darlin’,” he whispered, his voice raspy as he penetrated her again.
“Unhh…” her head lolled back onto the pillow as she felt her body coming alive under John’s touch. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, his pace growing faster as his finger became slick with her juices.
”Yesss…oh my God, more!” she wailed, and John ripped her panties off in one swift motion, tossing them behind him.
He unknowingly threw them at Mike, hitting him square in the chest. Mike picked up the torn underwear, groaning softly at how warm they were from being on Magdaline’s body.
John’s head went between her legs, his tongue sliding up her lips and flicking over her clit. His sideburns raked against her thighs as he licked her, alternating between circling rapidly and sucking the little pearl into his mouth. He moved his hand to one of her breasts, groping lightly as he tasted her.
”AHH! Shit, oh fuck yes…” She arched her back under his ministrations, and her eyes flew open as she felt another hand on her other breast, pinching her nipple roughly. She moaned when she saw Mike standing there, his shirt fully unbuttoned, exposing the dark trail of hair that went from below his navel to his pelvic area. He was naked from the waist down, his enormous cock standing straight up against his stomach as he knelt beside her on the bed.
He sat up on his knees, leaning over her so that his cock was directly in front of her mouth. Her eyes widened as she took in its length and thickness, and the thatch of dark hair above it. She darted her tongue out to slide around the head, flicking over the slit.
”Fuck…” Mike hissed, summoning every ounce of willpower he had to keep from shoving his cock straight down her throat. She kept her eyes on him as she took him into her mouth, inch by inch.
”Yeah, that’s it…take that cock,” he growled, shuddering as she slid her tongue up the underside. She sucked Mike greedily, loving the muskiness of his scent filling her senses.
“Mmmh!” she loudly moaned around Mike’s cock as John sped up the pace of his licks. Mike eyes squeezed shut and he shuddered, the vibrations pulsing through his cock. He moved a hand to the back of her head, gripping tightly as she continued to suck him.
Magdaline’s toes began to curl as the familiar wave worked its way up her body. She glanced down and saw John looking up at her with those oceanic eyes, radiating intensity, urging her on. Seconds later, she was coming, a torrent of half-incoherent profanities and utterances to God spilling from her lips as currents of what felt like electricity shooting up her spine. Her orgasm overtook her completely, and she bucked her hips wildly against John’s mouth as Mike began to thrust into hers. John kept his tongue on her clit until she’d ridden out the very last wave of her climax, lapping up every drop.
Mike reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth, not wanting to come just yet. He grasped Magdaline’s shoulders, lifting her onto her knees and smashing his lips against hers in a rough kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers finding his nipples and pinching them in the same way he’d done to her. Her hands moved all over his chest and back, gripping tightly as he slid a hand down to her ass, raising his palm high before bringing it back down in a loud smack! She squealed into his mouth, more from surprise than anything else, and a second spank was greeted with the same reaction, followed by a pleasured moan against Mike’s lips.
She broke the kiss a moment later, gently pushing Mike over to where John was. She sat back then, admiring the two naked men lying on the bed with her. Magdaline loved the contrast between them-Mike’s beautifully pale, slim frame next to John’s tanned, lightly muscled torso; one’s raven hair several inches higher than the other’s warm chestnut waves; dark brown eyes versus brilliant blue ones.
“Switch,” Mike grunted, nodding towards John. John had to smirk at Mike trying to step into the dominant role, the director of their little tryst. He knew one thing that Mike didn’t, though, which was that Magdaline wasn’t very likely to follow orders unless she wanted to.
Magdaline lowered herself to the bed, crawling towards John and Mike, positioning herself on all fours in front of them. Neither man moved for a moment, and John was unsure of how Mike would react to her defiance.
“Isn’t one of you going to fuck me already?” she whispered throatily, leaning her head down to rest on her hands and tilting it to the side to glance at them coyly, her ass sticking up in the air. Not one to turn down a challenge, Mike moved behind her, pulling her thighs apart. She shivered as the cool air rushed over her wetness, then cried out as Mike slid one, then two fingers into her, stretching her out.
John crawled in front of her, rising up on his knees. He softly stroked the back of her head, fingers idly caressing a few strands of her hair as he slid the head of his throbbing cock over her mouth. The taste of her climax still tingled on his tongue, and he bit his lower lip, groaning as he “painted” her lips with the precum that had already collected at the tip of his cock. She wrapped her mouth over it, and John’s head tipped backwards as he reveled in the glorious heat surrounding him. She slid her tongue up the underside, flicking rapidly over the slit. “Jesus…” John panted, and he slowly rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.
Mike entered her then, burying his hardness in her completely with a sudden thrust of the hips. She screamed around John’s cock, her entire body shaking with a mixture of pain and pleasure as she attempted to adjust to Mike’s size. He gripped her hips firmly, pulling back until only the tip of his dick was in her, and thrust back in again, this time with such force that it pushed her against John, shoving the rest of his erection down her throat.
”Oh, fuck!” John groaned, and any semblance of gentleness he’d tried to maintain was now gone as he began to move his hips against her mouth. At the same time, Mike was moving behind her-long, deep strokes that made her see stars as he hit her g-spot over and over again. She sucked John fiercely, setting the same pace as Mike’s thrusts, praying her mind and body wouldn’t explode from all of the stimulation.
”Unhh…fuck, that’s it…that’s so fucking good,” Mike grunted as he fucked her, all of the tension and lust that had built up over the evening pouring out of him. She was so tight, so wet around him, better and hotter than in anything he’d imagined. He looked up and over at John, whose gaze was fixed on Magdaline, panting and gasping as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. Mike couldn’t help but smirk at this, and he felt a twinge of jealousy, knowing that there were parts of Magdaline that belonged only to John, square inches that he’d never be able to touch. Yet, somehow, it made it all the better, knowing that John was allowing this, and so was Magdaline, and Mike’s eyes briefly fluttered closed as he felt a surge of renewed lust rush through his body.
He reached a hand down to her clit, clasping it between two fingers and rubbing fiercely as he pounded into her. Magdaline’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, the combined sensations of Mike behind her and John in front of her almost more than she could handle. She felt her second orgasm of the night fast approaching, spurred on by Mike’s relentlessness. He worked her clit mercilessly, leaning over her as he did, planting kisses from the base of her spine all the way up her back.
“Do you want to come?” he whispered hoarsely into her ear, slowing his movement inside her and his fingers on her clit. She nodded underneath him, unable to respond due to having a mouth full of John.
“I didn’t catch that,” Mike said, moving even more slowly.
”Yes…” Magdaline gasped, momentarily moving off of John’s cock. “Yes, I want to come.” Her body was very nearly burning with pleasure, every nerve ending so powerfully stimulated.
”Beg,” he commanded, steadily picking the pace back up.
”Please…Michael…please, I need it…I need it now…”
The dark-haired man smirked in satisfaction. “Keep suckin’ him,” he ordered, and she gladly took John’s cock into her mouth again.
Mike finally resumed his rapid pace, and pressed his lips to her ear one last time. “Come on, babe. Come all over my cock.”
The sound of his lazy twang muttering those dirty words sent Magdaline over the edge then. John groaned aloud as she cried out in pleasure, fighting off his own orgasm as he watched her come. Her muscles clenched tightly around Mike’s cock, and he found his release a moment later, a string of expletives pouring from his lips as he thrust into her several more times.
A few more moments passed as Mike caught his breath, and he slowly withdrew from her. Magdaline moaned softly as he did, mourning the sudden emptiness. John was more than eager to be inside of her, happy to fill that void. He moved his body around to the other side of her, lying down on the bed on his back. Magdaline sat up, and grinned when she saw him looking at her expectantly, his hands threaded behind his head, one eyebrow inquisitively raised. She straddled him immediately, lowering herself onto his cock, and both she and John groaned as she took him in, all the way to the hilt.
She wasn’t sure where Mike was, but a quick upward glance revealed him to be slumped back against the headboard of the bed, one leg bent at the knee, his arm propped on it. His cock had already begun to harden again, and he stroked himself lightly as he watched the two of them.
Maggie looked down at John, whose hands had slid up her back and to her neck, and he pulled her to him roughly, kissing her deeply. She began to move up and down on him, planting her hands on his chest for leverage. She moaned into his mouth as he thrust up into her, intermittent bursts of pleasure coursing through her body as his cock touched the already-sensitive spot in the back. The pace was slow, at first, but she soon began to ride John harder. John moved a hand to either side of her hips, lifting her up and slamming her back down on him, a thin layer of sweat forming across his body. She felt his fingers on her clit and cried out, waves of pleasure washing over her. When she looked down again, he was grinning up at her wickedly.
”God, you’re hot tonight,” John whispered, and she smiled back at him. A low noise resembling a growl came from John’s throat, and he gently pushed her off of him, sliding over and onto his side, hooking an arm over her waist to pull her flush against his chest. John nudged her thighs apart with his knee, twining their legs together as he entered her again.
“Ohgod, fuck…mmmhh,” her head fell back into the crook of his neck as he moved in and out of her, setting a frantic pace. John tilted her head back slightly so that he could kiss her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth in the same manner as his movements further down on her body.
His pace was frantic, lost to the ecstasy of her warmth and wetness. John angled his thrusts so as to hit her g-spot with every stroke, and she writhed against him, the ball of fire once again building in the pit of her stomach.
“Mmhh, shit, yes…oh, I’m so close,” she breathed, pulling back from the kiss, and John decided to issue her a final coup de grace, pinching her clit between his fingers, rubbing it rapidly, ceaselessly.
”Let it all out. Yeah…that’s it. Let go…let me hear you,” John groaned into her ear, his cock so hard and buried so deeply in her that he thought he was going to lose his mind.
”JOHN!” she screamed his name seconds later, back arching up against him as flashes of white heat engulfed her body. He wrapped an arm around her waist, the other cupping one of her breasts as he pounded into her roughly, so close to his own climax.
”Ohh, oh FUCK!” John yelled, sinking his teeth into Maggie’s shoulder as the pleasure overtook his senses. He thrust into her several more times, holding her body tightly against his as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.
Both John and Magdaline gasped when they heard a loud grunt come from the other side of the bed. Mike was beyond turned on by their lovemaking, and had been jerking off feverishly as he watched her being pleasured by John. Magdaline smiled as she watched Mike come again, his head thrown back as he groaned, cum coating his hand and stomach. Without missing a beat, he reached a long arm down to his shirt on the floor, using it to clean the sticky mess off his body. His eyes stayed on Magdaline’s the entire time.
“Come here,” she finally said, giggling as he threw the shirt back on the floor.
John untwined his leg from Magdaline’s, letting hers drop down to the bed as he spooned up against her back, and Mike readily occupied the space in front of her, lying on his side facing her. She reached out a hand to grasp the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss, one far more tender than the frantic, passion-filled kisses from earlier.
“Make room for one more.” John’s raspy voice came from behind her, and he leaned down to capture Magdaline’s lips in a kiss of his own.
“Mmhh,” she sighed, completely spent, sore and aching all over, yet immensely satisfied. She pulled Mike close to her, sighing happily at the feeling of his chest against her breasts, and John’s chest against her back, his now-softened cock resting on top of her ass.
“Well…” John chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Magdaline’s shoulder. The entire room now smelled of sex, and all three of them were drenched in it.
Magdaline could hardly move; nor did she have no desire to. She realized then just how much their exertions had taken out of her as exhaustion slowly crept in. John and Mike yawned at the same time, and she knew she wasn’t the only one tired out.
She sat up for a moment, pulling the big blanket over the three of them as they settled into sated slumber.
”Good night, my boys,” Magdaline whispered, and they fell asleep like that, in a tangle of limbs, bodies sweaty, sticky, and sore; the indelible impressions of an unforgettable night burned into all of their minds.
We’ll definitely have to do this again sometime… was Magdaline’s last thought as she drifted off to blissful sleep and pleasant, naughty dreams.
~*THE END*~