City Of Need

🔥15 ❤️‍🔥 Angels

London

12 hours later

I lay floating on the massive bed in the enormous penthouse my record company rented for me in Shoreditch.

This area used to be cool, but now it's full of apartments like these. Soulless and expensive- a bit like last night.

I open my eyes, feel the weight of the sleeping bodies next to me. We are a tangle of limbs.

I shut my eyes recalling last night's antics. Foursomes are always tiring, but I think I pleased the girls. They drank a fuck of a lot of champagne though. I recall the nine hundred pound bar tab. Pretty steep considering I was hardly drinking. But what the hell. It was fun and the girls were happy, giggly, cute, and very very grateful.

My memory stutters over mouths and soft bodies. Recalling moans and backs arching. It was fucking ridiculous. Hot and heavy.

We went back to the candy bar. The only room unoccupied was the one me and Roxy had just vacated, and for some reason I felt a knot in my stomach when I walked in there. But that was quickly released when I felt Harmony's hands on my shoulders, kneading at my muscles as Honey slipped her tongue inside my mouth and Angel brushed the hair from Honey's face.

I had turned my face from one gorgeous glossy set of lips to another, tasting the tang of lipstick and desire. Dresses were slipped from shoulders, then two pairs of hands pushed my t-shirt up my chest as another pulled it off my head. The unhooking of three bras simultaneously had my mind and my body firmly fixed in the moment.

My jeans were unbuttoned and zipper pulled down as I slid my hands each side of Harmony's panties, kissing my way down her thighs as I pulled them down.

Honey stood close to me so I kissed her legs back up, licking along the waist band of her panties before flicking my tongue across her nipples on the way back to her mouth. I kissed her slow. Angel pulled down my jeans and I stepped out of them as Harmony found her way inside my boxers.

Somehow all four of us were on the floor, a mouth on my cock, my mouth on a pussy, my hands on perfect breasts.

The moans, the pleasure, the pure fucking hedonism of it. Reading three bodies with my tongue, watching them kissing each other. Hands everywhere, not knowing whose limbs belong to who. One writhing four headed creature, made of primal sounds as we came, like dominoes setting each other off, knocking each other into oblivion, arriving together into an abyss made only of pleasure.

And after, we lay on that floor, four hearts beating. It was almost spiritual.

I lift my head from the pillow, watch the three of them sleeping like angels. So very very sweet. Maybe they can keep me company while I'm in London. They could stay here. There's enough room. It would be a nice change to be with compliant girls. Girls I don't have to train or punish.

They weren't even competitive with each other. It was like having three subs, all eager to please me. Fucking perfection. No bratting out, no difficult conversations. Wild in all the right ways.

Wild... but none of them are Wilde.

Where did Roxy end up? Did she go back to those two idiots? Why am I even thinking of her, when I've got three beautiful girls in my bed?

I close my eyes. I need sleep if I'm going to go again with these three...

***

There's a buzzing coming from somewhere and in my sleepy state I just can't place it.

Someone's moving from the bed, but I'm so damn tired that I shut my eyes again...

'London Ramona,' Roxy's voice sounds like it's smirking even in my dreams. Jesus, I'm dreaming about her now... 'Hey, big shot!' Her voice is louder now and I'm not enjoying this dream so I open my eyes and sit up.