SHADES OF WETNESS; FORBIDDEN EROTICA COLLECTION

Chapter 4 The Phone Call

The tour bus was parked in a dark, private lot behind the arena. The show had ended over an hour ago, and most of the crew had already left for the after-party. Jax thought they were finally alone.

He had Riley pressed against the wall in the private back lounge, his mouth devouring hers in a hungry, sloppy kiss. His hands were under her short skirt, squeezing her bare ass cheeks hard. Riley moaned into his mouth as his thick fingers slipped between her legs, finding her p***y already soaking wet.

“f**k, you’re always so ready for me,” Jax growled against her lips. He pushed two thick fingers deep inside her tight hole, pumping them slowly while his thumb rubbed firm circles on her swollen c**t.

Riley whimpered, her hips rolling desperately against his hand. “Jax… please… I’ve been wet all night thinking about your c**k. f**k me already.”

Jax kissed her harder, biting her lower lip as he fingered her faster. The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her dripping p***y filled the small lounge. Riley’s legs were shaking. She was so close.

Just as he was about to pull his c**k out and bend her over the couch, his phone started ringing loudly from the bag he had left outside the lounge area.

“s**t! that’s my wife,” Jax muttered, pulling his fingers out of her with a wet sound.

Riley leaned against the wall, breathing hard, her p***y throbbing with need. Her juices were running down her thighs.

“Stay here,” Jax said, quickly adjusting his clothes. “I’ll be right back.”

He unlocked the door and stepped out to grab his phone.

Riley tried to steady her breathing. She was still adjusting her skirt when the door opened again.

It wasn’t Jax.

Zane stood there, holding the ringing phone in his hand. His eyes widened the moment he saw Riley, with flushed face, messy hair, skirt slightly crooked, and the unmistakable scent of s*x hanging thick in the air.

“What the f**k is going on?” Zane asked, his voice low and shocked.

Riley’s face turned pale. “Zane… it’s not what it looks like…”

Before she could finish, Jax walked back in. He froze when he saw Zane standing there.

The phone was still ringing in Zane’s hand.

Zane looked at Jax, then back at Riley. His jaw clenched in anger. “You two have been f*****g behind everyone’s back this whole tour?”

Jax didn’t deny it. He took the phone from Zane and silenced the call. “It’s complicated, man.”

“Complicated?” Zane’s voice rose. “She’s barely 22 and you’re married! What the hell are you thinking, Jax?”

Riley stepped forward, her heart pounding with fear. “Zane, please… don’t tell anyone. It just happened. We didn’t plan this…”

“I’m not covering for this s**t,” Zane snapped. He looked at Riley with disappointment and anger. “You’re going to ruin his marriage. And for what? A quick f**k on the tour bus?”

He turned and walked out of the lounge, slamming the door hard behind him.

Riley’s legs felt weak. She sank onto the couch, her face buried in her hands. “He’s going to tell your wife… or the whole band… we’re f****d, Jax.”

Jax sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. “He won’t. Zane’s pissed right now, but he’s my best friend. He’ll calm down.”

But Riley was terrified. The thrill of their secret had suddenly become very real danger. She could lose everything, her spot on the tour, her reputation, and possibly destroy Jax’s marriage.

The next 24 hours were tense and unbearable.

Zane avoided both of them completely. He stayed in the front of the bus, barely speaking during soundcheck. Every time Riley saw him, her stomach twisted with anxiety. Jax tried to act normal, but the air between the three of them was thick and heavy.

That night, after the show, Jax pulled Riley into his private hotel room. The moment the door closed, he pushed her against it and kissed her hard, his hands roaming under her dress.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he growled, pushing two fingers inside her still-wet p***y.

Riley moaned, her legs shaking. “Zane knows… What if he tells your wife? What if he tells the crew?”

Jax didn’t answer with words. He dropped to his knees, pulled her panties aside, and buried his face in her p***y. He licked her hungrily, sucking hard on her swollen c**t while fingering her fast and deep.

“Oh f**k… Jax… your tongue feels so good,” Riley moaned, her hands gripping his hair tightly.

He ate her until she came hard on his face, her legs trembling violently. But even after her orgasm, the worry was still there, hanging over them like a dark cloud.

The next morning, Zane finally confronted them in the empty green room backstage.

“I’m not telling anyone,” he said coldly, his arms crossed. “But this is f****d up, Jax. She’s young. You’re married. What the hell are you doing?”

Riley stood there, embarrassed but still incredibly turned on by the tension. Zane’s eyes kept flicking to her body, lingering on her breasts and legs a little too long.

Jax looked at his best friend. “You want her too, don’t you?”

Zane didn’t deny it. “She’s f*****g hot. But she’s off limits.”

Riley stepped closer to Zane, her voice soft and seductive. “What if I’m not off limits? What if I want both of you?”

The air in the room became thick and electric. Zane’s breathing changed. His c**k was visibly hard in his jeans.

Jax smiled darkly. “Then maybe we should all stop pretending.”

Zane looked at Riley, then at Jax. The tension was unbearable.

“Lock the door,” Zane said finally, his voice rough with lust.

The game had just changed.