EROTICA: MAKING HIM HARD, THE ALPHA LOVES THE BRAT

by Allysa Mkermo

  Almost. It wasn’t enough. I needed to feel it, to really feel them. Ethan was closest to me. I took his hand in mine, guiding it to my waist. He slid his fingers over my skin, tracing over my shape. Goosebumps started up and down my skin as he dug his fingers into me, sinking into the soft layer over my abs. His other hand moved to the other side of my waist. I wanted to step into his embrace, to hold him and be held by him, but he was still staring, transfixed by my body before him.

  “What would you say,” I heard my voice say, completely separate from my brain, “if I said I wanted to fuck all three of you at the same time?” My voice was deeper than usual, colored by lewd desire and need. I looked Ethan in the eye first, but then looked over to Lee and Clayton where they stood, frozen by the sight of me.

  “Hell yes,” Clayton said first. Lee nodded, staying silent. I turned my attention back to Ethan. He didn’t say anything, but pulled me into him, kissing me full on the mouth. His tongue slipped between my lips, tasting me, rolling against the roof of my mouth. I leaned into him, my hands slipping up underneath his shirt to feel the muscles that I had been eyeing all night. His abs jumped against my light touch and I could feel how ticklish he was. And how firm he was, exactly as I had imagined. I sighed into his mouth.

  Another body pressed in behind me, unhooking my bra and sliding it down my arms. Another pair of hands pulled Ethan’s shirt off over his head. Looking around, I saw that it was Lee behind me. His body pressed into me, his shirt already on the floor somewhere. I let one of my hands leave Ethan’s chest to slide behind up and behind me, pulling Lee’s mouth to my neck. I felt a boner growing against my ass, and I slid against it as Lee’s hands found my bare breasts.

  “You’re so hot,” Lee murmured into my skin. I was; my whole body was on fire. One of my hands freed itself from the two men to find Clayton, and I unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the floor, and my hand got to work rubbing up and down his groin. One of Lee’s hands left my tit to move over the outside of my thong, teasing my clit. I broke off kissing Ethan to gasp out my approval. Clayton took advantage of the moment to take my face in his hand and take possession of my mouth with his.

  “Bedroom,” I managed, between desperate breaths. I tried to pull away, but I was so trapped between the hard bodies surrounding me. I let myself be powerless, let Ethan scoop me up into his arms, striding off confidently to the bedroom. I took a moment to bless the foresight that had led me to tidy up earlier that day; if I had left all of my things strewn about, he would have certainly tripped on something, calling an early end to the night’s activities.

  Ethan dropped me, almost carelessly onto the bed, where I wriggled out of my thong. The men all finished undressing and resumed their staring at me. I decided to give them a little show, gripping a breast in one hand while the other slipped between my legs to play with my shaved pussy. I let out a shuddering sigh as I made contact with my clit, finger slick with the wetness that had been building inside of me since the bar. I held my dampened hand out to Lee, and he stepped forward to suck lightly on my finger. The warm pressure of it made me giggle, a low thing in the back of my throat that turned to a moan as Lee pulled me to sit upright. I freed my hand from his grasp and wrapped my fingers around his erection. Squeezing lightly, I ran my palm up and down the length of him, drawing him to me.

  I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward. Lee positioned himself to accommodate me as I took the head of him between my lips. Ethan and Clayton moved to stand on either side of him, watching me blow Lee as they touched themselves. I started slow, wanting to prolong the pleasure, making it more of a teasing kiss than an actual blow job. And then I moved on to Clayton, running the tip of my tongue down the side of his shaft as one hand wrapped around Ethan’s cock. One of Clayton’s hands slipped into my hair, massaging the skin of my scalp. The sensation was so pleasant, so phenomenal, that I felt the need to reward Clayton, taking him deep into my mouth and throat before pulling away from him. I pulled myself to Ethan, swirling my tongue around him. Hands reached down to stroke my hair, my face, my back. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of it, the feeling of being felt and admired. Appreciated. Adored.

  Chapter 3

  I felt the wetness of me trickle down my thigh. The thought of it sent new tingling through my chest, burning at my core. I pulled away, showing them all my lewd expression, the lust that had finally taken over my entire mind. It was my only driving thought: to be fucked by these men. I was ready for them to fill me up, needed them to stuff my holes and make me feel them completely. I dragged Lee by the wrist to lie down on his back, climbing on top of him, making sure to stay close enough to the edge of the bed so that Ethan could reach me, could fuck me.

  Back in the bar, I had marveled at Lee’s smooth skin, had wondered what it would be like to slide my body against his. I was right. His skin was so soft under me, and his muscles so firm underneath. I gave myself some space and lightly dragged my breasts up his chest, just light enough for my nipples to brush over him. It was such a rush. The pleasure flooded through me, and I lowered myself to grate over his body more fully. His cock was pressed up against his stomach, and I slid my wet slit along it.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my ass to drag me up and down the length of him over and over. The easy slide of our sexes had me panting as my clit ground against him. His fingernails dug into my flesh, and I moaned in ecstasy. I could almost come, just from the touch. Then, Lee’s hands fell away, and Ethan’s took their place. Ethan maintained my momentum, but with each slide down, he let his dick press against my aching hole. It wasn’t enough just to feel Lee beneath me. I needed more.

  “Oh please,” I heard myself say, almost unable to recognize my voice through the lewd husk of it. “I need it, please!” All at once, Ethan shoved himself deep inside, groaning as my ass slapped against his thighs.

  “God you feel so good,” he said, rocking his hips from side to side, exploring my depths. His cock rolled over my g-spot, and I couldn’t suppress a deep moan. “So wet, so tight.” He continued to roll against me. I bucked into him, humping into Lee as well. Lee’s hands found my ribcage, and tickled me as they moved up to rest just below my shoulder blades. Ethan pulled back, only to slam all the way back in. It wasn’t rough, exactly, but it was definitely fulfilling, to feel him finally all the way inside me.

  Clayton walked around the corner of the bed, kneeling on the mattress close to my face. I knew what he wanted without anyone telling me. I shifted my weight to hover above him as Ethan picked a pace, fucking me slowly as I slid over Lee’s cock. I gently nibbled at Clayton’s shaft before taking him fully into my mouth. My tongue pressed him to the roof of my mouth as my throat worked to swallow the rush of saliva building up in my mouth. Clayton took that as an invitation to thrust into my throat, and I relaxed myself to allow him access. My neck went limp, and his hands were the only thing holding me up as he fucked my mouth.

  “What happens now?” I heard from behind me. Ethan pulled out of me, leaving my throbbing pussy unfulfilled. I groaned in aching need, mouth still full of Clayton’s cock. I quickly adjusted myself to take Lee inside of me, gripping him with my muscles as my breasts brushed over his chest, one of my hands braced against his chest and the other rising to grasp Clayton’s member, guiding him as he thrust over my tongue.

  “What happens,” I panted around Clayton, lost to the feeling of Lee’s body, the sensation of his cock driving into me. “God, tell me.”

  Ethan’s answer was a growl. “How would you like it,” he said, rubbing his dick up into the crease of my ass, “if we were to stuff all of your holes?”

  I groaned into Clayton’s cock. The thought of it—knowing that I would be fucked so completely—it was intoxicating. I couldn’t think of a single thing that would please me more, that could ever fulfill me as much. I felt a finger slide down my butt, arriving at my asshole. I leaned into it as best as I could, still allowing Lee complete access to my pussy.

  “Please,
” I mumbled, letting Clayton’s cock leave my mouth. “Please fuck my ass. I want to be stuffed full.” Clayton grabbed my hair, forcing himself back into my mouth. I groaned around him as Ethan’s finger started probing inside of me. I felt the hard bone of his knuckle inside my ass as surely as I felt the hard bone pumping away at my pussy. I rolled into both sensations, still keeping my mouth open for Clayton to have.

  “Clay, you’ve never had a woman’s ass before, right?” Ethan asked as he continued to stretch me out. I groaned my pleasure, loving the fact that they could still have this conversation as if I wasn’t there, as if I wasn’t so close to just begging for it.

  “No, man. I sure haven’t.” Clayton’s hands locked together, fingers weaving behind my head as he picked up his pace. I gagged, and he backed off, letting me regain my breath.

  “Fuck me,” I said, taking full advantage of my momentary freedom. “Fill me up. All of me.” I wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed. I couldn’t think of anything outside of what I wanted, couldn’t be anything but honest. What good was shame? What good was anything that kept me from feeling this way, feeling so complete?

  Lee groaned beneath me, sliding out of my pussy. Ethan entered me again, still working my ass with his finger. He thrust into me four times, then pulled out again to let Lee take his turn inside. They fucked me that way for what could have been eternity, but what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. I almost sobbed as it stopped, as everything stopped. Ethan pulled out of me, but Lee didn’t slide back in to take his place. Then Clayton backed off, freeing my mouth. I almost sobbed at the absence.

  I didn’t quite understand what was happening until I saw Ethan come to kneel where Clayton had been, and felt Clayton’s hand on the small of my back. His other hand slid between my legs, finding my wet slit. Grateful, I took Ethan’s cock into my mouth, tasting myself on him. I licked it off of him eagerly as Clayton took some of my wetness and spread it around the rim of my asshole, pressing his slick finger into me, lubricating my ass, getting it ready to be fucked. Lee entered me one more time, and I rode him slowly, trying my best to control myself, to let Clayton carry on. The finger slipped out of me, and I felt the tip of Clayton’s dick press against my puckering ass. I whimpered into Ethan’s rod, and he cupped my cheek, making me look at him.

  “Relax now, Hayley,” he murmured. My eyes fluttered closed and I stuck out my tongue, allowing him deeper into my mouth.

  Slowly, Clayton pushed into me. It was so torturous, so painstaking. I leaned back, forcing my muscles to take him in.

  “Fuck that’s good,” Clayton groaned, pulling back a fraction just to push back in.

  After a few halting motions that made me tremble and go weak, he started a rhythm. It was too slow, it was too fast. I couldn’t handle it. I was so full, stretched thin. I squeezed Lee and Clayton inside of me, a deep moan building in my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I let Ethan fall out of my mouth to cry out. The pressure of Clayton’s cock pressed Lee’s up against my g-spot, the pace of it driving me wild. The thrill of it connected with the fire building in my chest, and I was felt a building orgasm. There wasn’t enough space inside of me for anything else, so when I came, the fluid leaked out of me, painting Lee’s thighs with droplets after each thrust. I let myself cry out as Clayton drove into me harder, orgasm still coursing through me. My holes both clenched at the cocks inside of me, and Lee started groaning. He was close, I could tell.

  “It’s okay,” I said, finally starting to come down. “It’s okay, you can come inside.”

  At the invitation, he let out a sighing cry, shooting hot come deep into me. The aftershocks of my orgasm gripped at Clayton’s member, and he slid out of me, spraying his load over my back.

  Ethan moved behind me, and Clayton stepped aside. With Lee still hard inside of me, Ethan shoved himself deep into my asshole, and I let out a delighted cry. The feeling of having both holes stuffed full was so powerful, so completely perfect. Having it all over again was almost too much pleasure. It didn’t last long though. I let my muscles grip Ethan’s member as he very slowly fucked me. He picked up the pace as Lee slid out of my pussy with a hissing sigh, and his come and mine spilled out. As my pussy leaked, Ethan groaned his appreciation, slapping my ass and watching my flesh ripple out from the impact.

  “Fuck yes,” he grunted, spanking me again.

  “Oh God,” I murmured, wanting more than anything to come again. Lee obliged me, slipping two fingers into my soaked cunt, his other hand making quick circles around my clit. I didn’t need much, almost screaming in pleasure as I came again, bucking against Ethan’s hips. It was so intense, so powerful, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but ride out the waves and waves of just complete ecstasy. I didn’t even feel Ethan come, didn’t feel anything as my body went from numb to tingly to limp. I fell down against Lee, adoring the feel of his skin all over again. His body was so hard, but so soft at the same time. Clayton sat down by our heads as Ethan collapsed beside us. I let out a weak laugh.

  “What you laughing at?” Clayton asked, rubbing my back, spreading the come into my skin.

  “Nothing much,” I answered. “Just that I can’t believe I almost didn’t invite you boys over here.” I stretched out my arm and flexed my fingers, slowly regaining control of my body. “And that I might never have felt this good before.”

  It was true. I’d never been fucked so completely, never relished the feeling of having my most sensitive skin stretched and aching the way I did at that moment. I let my fingers glide over the smooth plane of Lee’s chest.

  “You boys are more than welcome to stay the night,” I said, already feeling drowsy myself.

  “Oh thank God,” Lee said beneath me, already half-asleep by the sound of his voice.

  “Same here,” Ethan said in a similar tone.

  “I’d rather not overstay my welcome, personally, but I mean, if you insist,” Clayton teased.

  “I’m going to need a shower before anything else happens. Are you guys fine all sharing the bed?” The queen bed seemed far too small for all of us to share comfortably.

  “We’ve made do with less,” Ethan mumbled, reading my face as I looked over the three muscular pilots. “Just got to cuddle up I guess.”

  “All right then, let’s get you cleaned up,” Clayton said, helping me to roll to the edge of the bed. “Up and at ‘em, little lady.”

  I stood, knees shaking a bit, unused to such strenuous exertion. I reeked of sex, and the thought of a shower was almost intoxicating. I walked out of the room, feeling the come on my skin cracking where it had started to dry. I threw one last glance over my shoulder to smile at my bed fellows, wondering when they would ship out again, and wondering when they would be back in my bed.

  STORY FORTY-SEVEN

  Chapter 1

  “Why have you come to see me today, Adaya?”

  I hesitated to answer the question, waiting for the doctor to look up at me. I watched as Doctor Luberman looked down at my chart, his half-rimmed glasses balancing on the edge of his nose. He didn’t even look at me when he came into the room; he just snatched my chart off the wall and immediately sat down to study it. I couldn’t imagine how hectic his job must be, so I understood the need to distance himself from his patients. But as a shy young woman, I really needed someone I could trust, and I wanted to confide in him about my current issue. I was hardly comfortable talking about it with my husband, let alone a complete stranger.

  I wondered what was going through his mind as he scanned my chart. From what I could gather from the nurse’s measurements, my numbers were perfectly normal. I was a healthy 23-year old woman, with no medical maladies or needed prescriptions. I wasn’t even on the pill - which was largely the reason I had come to see him. I was neither overweight nor underweight, and I liked to exercise, so I knew I was in shape. I could imagine that my chart was a nice break for Doctor Luberman; he’d probably been dealing with complicated and annoying patients all day. He didn’t have to worr
y about that with me; I didn’t want to take up too much of his time.

  “I...um…” I looked at my feet, which felt cold.

  “Yes?” Doctor Luberman finally glanced up from the chart, his eyes raised above his glasses. When I met his steady gaze, I found it difficult to look away. His golden brown eyes seemed to pierce through my soul. He had a neatly trimmed beard, which was graying at the ends. His salt and pepper hair reached down to his neck, the beautiful dark locks decorated with streaks of white hair. Distinguished wrinkles lined his mouth. His look was warm and inviting, yet also felt like a warning. I felt myself squirming under his stare.

  “Well, I…” I felt my cheeks redden with heat. “...I’m having trouble getting pregnant.”

  Doctor Luberman lifted his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh?” He glanced back down at my chart, and then up at me again, looking confused. He was right to feel that way, since according to my chart, nothing was wrong with me.

  I cleared my throat, continuing. “My husband and I have tried a lot of different things. I haven’t been on the pill for a while now, but nothing seems to be working.”

  The doctor let his eyes fall upon the rest of my body. I tensed up. I knew there wasn’t anything physically wrong with me, so I had no idea what he was looking at.

  “I have to ask the obvious questions first”, Doctor Luberman said apologetically. “Do you know for a fact that both you and your partner are fertile?”

  I expected that he would ask that. I nodded in reply.

  “Yes, both my husband and I have been tested. There doesn’t seem to be any issue there. But I’d like to see if there’s any other way I can find out what’s wrong”.

  I blushed, again looking down. This was so hard for me to discuss with anyone.

  Doctor Luberman shook his head. “I can give you a detailed physical exam, just to see if there is anything going on that you might not know about. But if you’ve already taken a fertility test and you know for sure that you can conceive, then there aren’t many other ways for me to help you.”