EROTICA: MAKING HIM HARD, THE ALPHA LOVES THE BRAT

by Allysa Mkermo

  I cut him off before he could proceed with his nonsense.

  “Don’t fret, baby,” I soothed, my voice light. “I’ll be down there as soon as I can,” I added in my most submissive voice.

  All he did, really, was give me the thrill I’d been looking for all evening.

  Exactly seven minutes later, I was in a taxi, still in my robe, though it was closed now, on my way to Jack and his boys, already excited about the prospect of a whole night filled with… well, cock. Cocks, even. As the driver pulled up on the drive-way too slowly, I ran out of the car and up to the house, knocking frantically, as the run-down, middle-aged taxi-driver angrily stomped out of his car and ran towards me, yelling: “You come here and pay up, right the fuck now, you sleezy fucking bitch!”

  Just as the driver caught me by the arm, the door opened, and an unfamiliar man towered over us both.

  “Get off me!” I shouted, tearing at the driver’s grip, “you’re touching another man’s property!”

  As if called, Jack’s voice, ringing with a base of anger that immediately set me adrip, roared out from the building: “Roman, get him off!”

  The man in the doorway took one huge step forward, grabbed the now rather frightened driver by the collar and lifted him up into the air. The driver wriggled in his grip, before Roman threw him to the ground. As the giant of a man took another step, the driver crawled backwards, got to his feet and fled back to his car. Pussy.

  I patted Roman on the shoulder. “Good boy,” I praised him, and he smiled. Good boy.

  A second later, Jack appeared in the doorway, his black hair brushed back and his face red and flustered, from drunkenness as much as anger. “Where is he?!” he demanded, in an attempt to sound manly, though it was obvious that he’d already heard the driver run off, and his car go.

  “Not to worry, baby,” I said, mockingly, “this big man was here to defend my honor. You just go on back inside, where you were.” I smiled.

  Jack looked taken aback by this unexpected response to his manly display, and his eyes darted from corner to corner, as he tried to find his bearings and save the situation. I hated this part of him, but it was what I controlled him through, and keeping your man in his place is as important as anything, so I let him be. I took Roman’s hand and walked past Jack, inside the house, leaving my husband outside.

  Chapter 2

  The room was dimmed, slightly shadowed by cigarette smoke and it reeked of strong alcohol. I looked around for Matt, whom I knew from before. Jack had made the mistake of losing when he shouldn’t have, before, and I knew that Matt liked his whisky northern and peaty.

  The man who’s hand I’d gripped now turned it into a handshake. “Roman,” he said.

  “Jane,” I answered, as he placed a kiss on each of my slightly flushed cheeks.

  “You look lovely,” he didn’t forget to add.

  I grinned cheekily. My scarlet robe suited me just fine, adding a fine contrast to my blond hair. I knew how to look hot when I wanted to.

  “This is Tom,” Jack introduced me to the second man. I’d never met him before.

  Tom was sitting in his chair so I couldn’t really see much of him, but what was very apparent even in his position was the he was quite tall and well built. He had dark hair and baby blue eyes, and when he smiled I beamed. Classically handsome. He extended his arm forward and I shook his hand briefly. When our gazes locked for the shortest of moments, I felt a tiny tremor go through every last inch of my body, and it was then when I was absolutely certain that this was going to be a good night.

  I felt Jack slide his hands over my back before he sat down next to Tom. It was in the moment when a door was opened, and my head snapped in the direction of the noise.

  It was Matt who walked in, with slow steady steps—he and Jack often played cards as well as baseball together. I smiled as I greeted him. I knew quite a few things about Matt, actually.

  “It’s so good to see you,” he said, and I could hear the mischievous note in his voice, a clear reflection that a similar thought crossed his mind. I highly doubt he tried to camouflage it at all, due to his happiness to see me again.

  Once he found his spot on the dark wood table as well, Matt took a short look at his beer (he was always the soft drinker) and brought the rim of the bottle to his lips. Moments later, he gave it a quick shake and said, “I’m out of booze. Jane, get me some?”

  My eyes snapped towards him.

  “You could always get off your lazy ass and get one yourself, you know,” I quipped back jokingly, but began my walk across the room nevertheless. Walking, they say, is when the beauty of a woman’s form is most apparent, and I made sure to swing my hips in a way I knew I would receive the attention I deserve. I never made it far, though. I only managed to make a few steps when I felt two strong hands grip me, and before I knew it, they pulled me down into Roman’s lap. I let out a surprised squeal and landed squarely on his crotch, immediately feeling his erection underneath my ass. It took me a moment to process what I was feeling through the fluffy material of my robe, but it was clear. He was engorged beyond doubt, already. I tried to sustain myself from yelping in pleasant surprise and laughing in satisfaction. I felt a soft jolt of thrill run through my body, my arousal that followed me all through the evening re-emerging its peak.

  Roman held me in place as I contemplated my actions, and I turned to look at my husband. I knew that look on his face. He always got it when he was about to see me dominated by other men, screaming until they let me explode in orgasm. I knew he was more impatient to get to see it more than I was. But then again, I was quite impatient to begin with.

  I calculated my steps. I feigned disobedience and tried to escape his clutches, my attempts barely convincing, laughing with him and squirming, all the while fully enjoying his thick cock that was pressed against me. My robe loosened consequentially, but I made no attempt to cover up, and Roman switched his position with his hands and began to tickle my exposed flesh as I sat sideways on him. I giggled as I knew I should, focusing more on the way he was gripping me, feeling him grow even larger as more of my skin was getting exposed. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as I twisted and flexed my fantastic ass on Roman’s quite obviously hardened and pulsating cock, biting my lip for better effect. There was a brief pause in the assault, and I dropped my jaw effectively. “Are you going to tickle me all night, then?” I asked in the most innocent tonality I could achieve, amused.

  Without missing a beat, he looked at me steadily and said, “I’ll do whatever I feel like doing all night.”

  I raised my brow and straightened my shoulders, and as I did so my robe slid even further off and Roman caught a glimpse of my tit. His breath hitched for a split second but he fixed his gaze on my eyes once more. “Jack made sure I would.”

  “I didn’t intend to lose, you know,” I heard my husband defend in the background, but I didn’t really mind that he did, the way it all was turning out.

  Turning my head to Roman, I pressed my lips against his, tearing at his shirt, not really trying to remove it, but showing him I wanted him to get it off. He obliged, and a wall of dark, curly chest-hair spread out before my eyes. I tugged at it, making the large man wince a little, and provoking him to handle me a little rougher. It was so easy.

  He lifted me up and pushed me onto the sofa nearby, standing in front of me, unlatching his belt and unbuttoning his pants. I leaned back and smiled challengingly at him, and to my surprise he smiled back. He reached inside his underwear and produced the only thing that’d been keeping his pants up, and I could do nothing but stare at it.

  I can’t have that inside me, I thought to myself, in slight panic. That would tear me, no matter where he put it. I quickly considered trying to arouse Roman enough to get him off on a handjob, but I discarded the thought quickly. That was not what anybody was here for. I saw my husband smirk wryly from the corner he was hiding in. How very fucking contrite. So this is what he was after. Asshole. Let’s see him
take it up somewhere.

  Roman’s smile grew wider at my facial expression, and he roughly grabbed my hair to keep my head still. Fuck. Here we go, I thought. Before I knew it, he pressed his cock between my lips, forcing me to open my jaw painfully, to not scratch him with my teeth, which I knew would only make the treatment rougher.

  He pressed himself in deeper. How fucking far is he going to go?! Has he no idea how this feels! My thoughts were now painted with anger -the good, thrilling rush of adrenaline, to be more exact, and in response, I pushed myself even farther up on his dick, pressing him well into my throat, closing my eyes hard in pain and gagging, trying to keep perfectly still. He thrusted with small movements a few times, causing tears of pain to well up in my eyes, before he finally pulled out.

  I gasped and wheezed and panted, my throat already sore and feeling expanded, my jaw cramping. Roman laughed, and behind him, Tom was getting out of his clothes. Slowly and tenderly, so as to not trigger his predatory instincts and make him hold me down again, I caressed my way past Roman, with my eyes focused on Tom, who was considerably smaller, and had kinder eyes, the hunger in them more familiar, less corrupted.

  I turned him around gently, and from behind I pulled down the zipper of his dark blue jeans, pressing my bared tits against his naked, muscular back, feeling him straighten up, as the soft tissue of my breasts shaped itself after his harder body.

  I pulled his pants down, going down with them, then standing up again, with his dick in my hand. From behind, I began to slowly jerk him off, biting his earlobe and neck a little too hard, as I was still a little angry from before. Realizing that, I began to instead kiss his neck and shoulders, when I felt a pair of hands weigh down on my own shoulders. In a moment of pure fear, I realised I had turned my back on Roman.

  The limb of the tip of which was now pressed against my lower back, however, was, while respectable, not the monster I’d been forced to swallow before, and turning my head around, I saw Matt, already naked, smiling at me.

  I smiled back, the relief enough to bring some of my arousal back. I did fucking love cock, after all. My hand still around Tom’s dick, I bent forward, displaying my fucking fantastic backside to Matt, who did not waste a second putting himself inside me, his shape and size both familiar and very comfortable.

  Matt was a clumsy, simple lover, but he filled me up in a way that Jack had never been able to, and I fucking loved it. As his hips immediately started slamming against my ass, Tom no longer settled for my hand, and turned around, showing me what I’d been jerking off, so far. Not bad. Jack knew how to choose his boys, at least.

  More careful than Roman had been, Tom placed the head of his cock on my lips, before slowly putting it in my mouth. He began to slowly fuck me like that for a while, rubbing himself off between my lips, and I sucked him hard.

  It did not take long for Matt and Tom to match each other’s pace, and as Tom moved deeper into my throat, soon I had dicks moving completely in and out of me in unison.

  This however, did not last for long. Suddenly, Matt was pulled out of me, and a second later, I felt someone slide against my feet. I pulled Tom out of me as well, and looked down to see Roman’s face, which I had to admit was classically handsome, with bold features and lines in all the right places, appear between my legs. He was on his back, crawling so that he was lying underneath me, and before he had even settled, his big hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down on top of him.

  I yelped in surprise, and Roman slapped me, not hard, but not gentle either. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jack shift. So there were limits to what he was comfortable with Roman doing. In no event would he dare to go against the much bigger man, though, so I was on my own. Before Roman could set the pace, I grabbed his dick, my fingertips barely meeting, and placed it at the edges of my now flowing pussy. He tried to thrust and pull me down at the same time, but I resisted.

  So he gets a kick out of seeing a woman cringe in pain at the size of him, does he? Well, now I am on top, and I’ll make sure to stay here… for my own sake, I thought, as I planted the balls of my feet against the floor and braced myself with my hands against the hairy, strong chest underneath me. His muscles flexed in anticipation at my feathery touch.

  I lowered myself down slowly, wrapping myself around him, resisting his attempts at pulling me down and lifting myself up every time he thrusted, until eventually he made a face and stopped trying. Men. I thought a little grumpily, however my heart was racing in excitement. They are all the same.

  I had never before known how deep I was. Trying to fit Roman into me, I learned exactly how deep. By the grace of God, I was just deep enough to sink myself all the way down until my ass met his hips. In my mind, I let out a sigh of relief. Tom’s cock had done well preparing me, stretching me enough for Roman to feel... just fucking perfect, actually.

  I adjusted my rhythm in a steady pace and let the man fuck me delicately, fuzzy moans and tiny whimpers escaping my lips, as my pleasure increased considerably with each new movement. Roman slapped his hands flat against my ass, parting my buttocks as he squeezed the soft flesh, willing me to increase the tempo and the pressure as his cock slid in and out, all the way from the tip until he was balls deep inside me.

  Through my peripheral vision I could see the other two men approaching me, Tom jerking himself off at the sight, and Matt barely visible behind him. My insides almost exploded at the idea that the pleasure I was receiving was only the beginning of it all. The real fun had not even started. Knowing what was to come, I swiftly now leaned forward, my tits sinking into the surprisingly soft hair of Roman’s chest, meeting the rock-hard muscle underneath. It was a fine contrast, and Roman hissed and started fucking me harder as my breasts shaped against his skin.

  From the corner of my eye I could see Matt walking up behind me, and from the sound of it, he got on his knees, or rather from the feel of it, because I could feel his hard member slide over my back as Roman began slowing down. Matt was aiming for where I was still perfectly tight, and my racing pulse and hot and leaking pussy threatened to send me in electrifying orgasms at the very thought of it.

  In just as calculated steps, Tom found his way to the front of me. He wore a tiny smile when our eyes met. Having once felt the tight muscles of my throat surround his dick, he was now less patient putting himself inside my mouth, pushing past my lips in a hurry, reaching for my hair in order to get as deep as possible, as fast as possible. I surprised him by shooting my head forward, completely enveloping him, before his fingers reached my hair.

  Tom’s hands stopped midway and he let out a gust of air, with an accompanying moan, and then laid his hands very gently on top of my head, without grasping, holding himself still as I moved back and forth, blowing him. Our eyes met and I am sure mine glistened as he began fucking my mouth rather tastefully. A small “Oh yeah,” escaped his mouth, which provoked a muffled moan out of mine, the vibrations of which sent him thrusting even deeper, if that was even possible.

  At the same time, I was fucking Roman, who had also, surprisingly, been holding still, but whose hands now went from merely grabbing my ass to opening it up for Matt.

  I felt Matt’s hands grasping the cloth of my robe, which was still hanging on me all but entirely forgotten, though now completely open again, and I bent my arms backwards to allow its removal. That seemed to have been Matt’s plan all along, for the same second the robe was off me, the same hands took hold of my wrist and kept my arms fixed behind my back.

  Feeling both my wrists being moved into one hand, reducing my movements to an extremely arousing level, I felt two slick fingers being pushed into my ass, very slowly. It took me a moment and then I moaned in discomfort, mixed with just the right amount of pressure, and stopped moving in order to make it gentler, though of course the males interpreted it as me trying to focus on the pleasure, and so they sought to bring focus back to themselves.

  Both Tom and Roman began to thrust into me, one more roughly than the other, whil
e Matt spread his fingers and placed his dick between them simply for aim, and slowly, but not quite slowly enough, pushing the head of it inside me. I could feel myself stretch against his pulsating shaft, and I whimpered softly. Thanking my lucky star it was Matt, and not Roman, who was now moving his hard cock deeper and deeper into my ass, I remembered why I loved this. It wasn’t just the attention, it was the high.

  With three men doing their best to make me feel as much as possible, at the same time, everything blurred together into a feeling of overwhelming intensity. It completely wiped away my mind, making it impossible to think, or to feel anything that was not related to what was going on inside my body. It was freedom.

  Once Matt was completely inside me, everyone stopped their every movement as though in silent agreement, and in the middle of them there was I, completely filled with hard cocks, just aching to come. My feelings must have radiated from my entire body, because the men seemed to see just that, and gave me a moment to ache for them. Tom even pulled away. I blinked rapidly at the loss of the hard flesh in my mouth.

  “Please, don’t stop”, I heard myself exclaim, as though in a trance.

  Roman, below me, laughed, and let the tips of his fingers trail their way from my lower abdomen to my left tit. He paused to play with the erect, red nipple, before his fingers travelled downwards once more. It was only a moment, which felt infinitely long before it came, when his hand found its way to my clit. With a smug smile apparent on his lips, our eyes locked, he started rubbing my clit, his experienced fingers bringing me again to the point where my pleasure was only rapidly rising.

  Before I got a chance to completely and entirely focus on the sensation, I felt another hand at my jaw, raising my chin. Tom’s eyes met mine again, right before his dick began to part my lips once more, and this time around I allowed him, without the tiniest bit of hesitation or fight, to slam right into my throat as he wished to. He understood the liberty immediately, but kept his movements slow and delicate, his tempo only rising when both Matt and Roman started to fuck me simultaneously.