Alyssa's Choice

by Alicia White

  Justin grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway toward the bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and she shut her eyes, scared at what she would find. She could see lights flicker behind her eyelids and slowly opened her eyes. She gasped. The room was surrounded with flickering candles, and Grant was kneeling naked on the bed, holding a bottle of oil. His muscles flexed as he moved toward the edge, holding out his hand, waiting for her to grab it.

  Alyssa took a tentative step forward and reached out, interlacing their fingers. He pulled her on the bed, gently letting her hand go. He helped her to lie down on the bed on her stomach. The soft, cool sheets touched her skin, and she moaned. It felt like heaven being in this room with both of these men. Warm oil dripped onto her back, and she felt Grant straddle her thighs. She could feel his cock poking her ass, and she shifted, wanting to feel him buried deep inside her. His large hands moved up and down her body, her back cracking and her muscles relaxing further into the bed.

  Alyssa heard the oil cap click open again and felt strong fingers rub her feet. Justin moved his hand up and down her legs, applying pressure. She felt fantastic and closed her eyes, letting her doubts float away. She moaned loudly, and Grant continued to apply more pressure, working his fingers into her muscles.

  “Oh God, that feels so good. Oh.” She groaned.

  “We decided to pamper you first, and then punish, pleasure, and finally we’re going to tuck you in. We have a whole plan for you tonight, baby girl,” Justin told her, and she felt herself getting wet. She couldn’t wait. God, she was so excited. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to hold out.

  After a little while, Grant moved off her. “It’s time to turn over. I’ve been waiting to massage your breasts.” Grant straddled her, and she stared at his cock. She licked her lips. He was hard and ready, his cock swinging in front of her face. Grant touched a finger to a nipple and gently stroked.

  “Are your nipples sensitive, baby?” he asked, and she wiggled, silently begging for more. It wasn’t enough.

  “Yes, I love when you touch me.” He moved his other hand down, stroking both her nipples, gently squeezing between his thumb and forefinger. He was being too gentle, and she wanted to scream, beg, cry, anything to make him touch her more. He spent a lot of time showering her breasts with attention, cupping and tracing patterns over them until she was writhing on the bed.

  She felt Justin kissing her feet. He sucked a toe in his mouth, and Alyssa shrieked, trying to pull her foot away. He moved his mouth up her leg, kissing and licking, working his way closer to her pussy, and she bit her lip, letting them be in charge.

  Grant moved down her body, taking control of her mouth. He nipped her lips, and she opened her mouth on a gasp. His tongue swept into her mouth repeatedly, tangling with hers. Alyssa threw her arms around his neck, holding him tight against her. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, feeling the hair on his chest tickle her skin. She lost herself in their touch, feeling sexy and desired.

  “Grant, taste her naked pussy while I tie her up.” It took a minute for Justin’s words to register in her mind, but she trusted them and she wouldn’t object to anything that they wanted to do. Grant placed kisses on her body as he moved down her. He kept his eyes trained on her, and she couldn’t stop staring if she wanted to.

  He hovered over her pussy, winked, and lowered his face. She cried out at the first touch of Grant’s mouth. She spread her legs apart as far as she could, wanting to give him complete access. Grant’s tongue slid through her slit, teasing her by flicking his tongue lightly all around her but not touching her clit. She wiggled, trying to force his mouth closer to where she wanted it.

  Alyssa reached down, wanting to grab Grant’s head and put his mouth where she needed him most. As she moved her hands, Justin was there grabbing them and moving her arms above her head. She didn’t fight him. Instead, she grabbed the brass bars and shifted her hips as soft rope was tied around her wrists. “Damn it, Grant…stop teasing me!” she cried out.

  “Oh, baby, we’re going to give you what you want. Are you going to give us what we need?” She didn’t understand what they wanted. She had no idea.

  “Yes, anything. Please.” Grant’s tongue pressed into her, fucking her, giving her pussy deep kisses. He flicked his tongue against her clit, and she felt it swell and throb. He sent her higher, closer to the edge, and she could feel her juices leaking down her leg.

  “Oh, God. I’m getting close.” Grant’s mouth never faltered on her clit. He pushed two large fingers into her dripping pussy, curling them until she felt him rub against her G-spot. Justin leaned down and used the flat of his tongue to lick her nipple, making her arch, trying to shove her breast in his mouth. They worked together, pushing her further toward the edge, and Alyssa could barely hold on to her sanity. She panted and moaned, needing more. She had to come soon. She really couldn’t handle being on edge any longer.

  Justin must’ve understood her issue. His fingers tightened on her nipples, pulling them. Grant fucked her with his fingers, hard, and she rode them, moving toward ecstasy. Alyssa screamed, her body stiffening as her orgasm tore through her system with the force of a storm. She spun out of control, feeling everything at once. It took her a while to come back down to earth. Soft voices and soothing hands helped her to calm her breathing down. She opened her eyes, and both Justin and Grant were lying next to her. She loved being in the middle of them, feeling their warm bodies surround her.

  Justin moved then, rubbing his hands up and down her arms, untying her from the bed.

  “I love you.” Grant leaned down and kissed her stomach. She wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or the baby, and she didn’t ask. She pretended it was her that he was talking to. She loved him. She loved them both.

  Alyssa admired their naked bodies and decided that she wanted to touch, not just look. She moved onto her knees, touching both of them. She rubbed a hand up and down each chest, feeling the hardness of their muscles under their soft skin. She wasn’t sure where she wanted to begin. She didn’t know which sex god to straddle, but she knew that she needed to be full and she wanted their cocks. She wanted them both.

  She went after Grant. The decision was made when she saw the hungry look in his eyes, reflecting her own need. His thick length looked hard and ready, bobbing against his stomach. She wanted to taste him, but instead she crawled up his body, planting wet kisses along his stomach until she reached his full lips. She positioned herself over him, feeling his cock rub against her pussy. She rubbed against him, feeling her need build, but she wanted to enjoy him for as long as she could.

  Alyssa started out slow, kissing him gently, building up his excitement. Grant grabbed her ass, maneuvering her until the head of his cock was at her opening. He pushed up while pulling her down hard, and his cock shoved into her wet heat. They both groaned into each other’s mouths. She didn’t know why Justin wasn’t joining in. She wanted to feel him, too. She broke the kiss from Grant and looked at Justin lying next to them, smiling broadly.

  “Come here, baby. I got the perfect ass last time. It’s Grant’s turn.” He helped her move off Grant’s body, and she crawled on top of Justin, straddling him. Her pussy was wet, and her juices were dripping down her thigh. She didn’t waste any time going slow. Instead, she impaled herself on his length. She needed to be filled, and she started working herself into a frenzy riding his hard shaft.

  Grant moved off the bed, and she could hear him rummaging around through a bag of some sort. She felt the bed shift and move. When a large hand grabbed her ass cheek, she stopped, knowing what was coming next. She took a deep breath and waited for him to prepare her. A hard slap on her cheek made her jerk and cry out. She hadn’t been expecting him to punish her, but she loved the way they did. She slowly moved up and down Justin’s cock while Grant delivered a few more smacks. His hand landed on her cheeks repeatedly, and she moaned. The small amount of pain added to her pleasure, and she wanted to beg for more, wanted him to
spank her harder.

  “I’m going to take your ass nice and slow.” He slid a finger inside her bottom, pressing the lube deep. His strokes were slow and even, and she wanted to demand more. Instead, she moved her hips, filling her pussy with Justin’s cock and her ass with Grant’s fingers.

  Justin grabbed her hair, holding tight, stopping her movements. “Slow down. We don’t want this to end before it starts. Let Grant work his dick into your ass. We’re taking this nice and slow.” He pulled her down on top of him and she felt him nod his head, and she assumed he was signaling Grant to continue. She loved how commanding they were. She shivered, and lust shot straight to her core. She felt more moisture flow from her and tried not to move.

  She felt the tip of Grant’s cock at her puckered opening. He began to push inside her. His hands held her hips in a tight grip that prevented her from moving. Both of them held her immobile, and she panted and moaned, feeling every inch press into her. She couldn’t speak, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

  “I’m going to fuck this tight ass nice and deep. Be good and let us pleasure you.” Grant’s voice was rough, and his dirty words made her smile. Never before had dirty talk turned her on so much.

  “Damn, so good.” Justin hissed. Grant stopped moving, and she knew that they both were deep inside her. She panted, and they both stayed still, letting her body get accommodated to them.

  “Please, move. Damn it. I can’t t–take anymore.” She was shaking, her body on the verge of an explosive orgasm. They moved slowly, although they kept a tight hold on her, preventing her from moving. She felt every sensation and wanted to break free. She wanted to move. She felt Grant pull out and push back inside her. He was moving too slowly, and it was driving her crazy. Justin took possession of her mouth, and she let out all her frustration on that kiss, eating at his mouth. She broke her mouth away.

  “Faster!” she demanded. They both let go of her, and she shifted, throwing her hips back. She moved. She rode Justin hard, and Grant picked up his pace, trying to keep up. They pounded in and out of her, and she moaned deep, feeling her climax building. She was close, so close she wanted to cry. Her body wound tight, ready to break apart at any moment.

  She lifted her body up, needing a different position, and Justin caught a nipple with his teeth. He bit down hard as he grabbed her other breast, kneading it in his large, warm hand. Grant smacked her hip hard, and she flew, broke apart into a million pieces. The combination of the pleasure and pain always made her orgasm so much better. She heard her men roar and felt their cocks pulsing deep inside her as they both came.

  It took a while for her to stop shuddering and to catch her breath enough to move. Alyssa eventually realized that Grant was wiping her body down as Justin pulled his cock from her pussy. They both were talking to her, but her ears were ringing too loud to hear a word. Justin laid her in the center of the bed, covering her with the blankets as she shivered.

  Grant climbed into bed, pushing his chest against her back and wrapping his arm around her waist. Justin kissed her, just a soft brush of his lips. She moved slightly so that she could lay her head on his chest. “Good night, baby. Go to sleep,” Justin whispered. Alyssa closed her eyes, the exhaustion from the trip catching up to her.

  Chapter 13

  Justin held Alyssa close to his chest. He could feel her breath fanning out against him, and he smiled. She had fallen asleep within minutes after her orgasm. He stared down at her face, and his heart tightened in his chest. She was going to be the mother of their children, and eventually she would agree to be their wife, he hoped. He tightened his hold, not wanting to let her go.

  It caught him off guard hearing Grant confess his love. That wasn’t part of the plan, not yet anyway. Alyssa hadn’t reacted as he expected. She didn’t say anything. It was almost as if she didn’t hear him, or maybe she didn’t believe him. Either way, he hoped that the next few days would prove that they were devoted to making this work among the three of them.

  His body was tired, but his mind was restless. He kept running different scenarios through his head, trying to figure her out. Her earlier confession had upset him. Did she really want to discuss visitation? Did she not want to be with them on a permanent basis? Luckily, they had time to figure things out. The baby wouldn’t be making an arrival for a good eight months.

  He looked down her body and stared at her tummy. Perfect, white skin met his gaze, and he wished he could reach down and touch her, but he was afraid that moving might jostle her awake. He watched as Grant moved his hand from her hip to her stomach, cupping her protectively in his sleep. The gesture was so sweet, and he knew that Grant really did love her.

  He remembered the first time the three of them were together. It hadn’t been that long ago, and he knew that Grant was the biological father. It didn’t bother him, though. In fact, he looked forward to being the baby’s dad as well. They would work together and be a family, with Alyssa at the center, their world.

  Did she even realize how much she meant to them? He knew it hadn’t been that long, but he couldn’t help the way his heart felt. He looked at her and he melted. He knew he would do anything and everything to keep her happy.

  Justin closed his eyes, a smile on his face.

  * * * *

  Alyssa woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon and hot coffee. She took a deep breath and stretched, feeling back to her normal self. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around. The window in the bedroom was wide open and she could feel the gentle breeze. The sun was already up, and the birds were singing outside. This was the reason she loved being in Texas. The city was full of people, car horns, and smog. She was glad to be back home and felt guilt rise in her. She shouldn’t have left. She shouldn’t have run away.

  Alyssa slid out of bed and grabbed a clean T-shirt and panties. She walked to the kitchen and spotted Justin first, standing in front of the stove, cooking. She looked over at the table. Grant was reading the morning paper and sipping coffee. She couldn’t help herself. She smiled. She could have this. She could wake up every morning and be with the two men she loved.

  “I’m sorry I left. I was scared and stupid, and I didn’t want to be rejected.” Her vision went blurry, but she couldn’t seem to stop the words flowing from her mouth. “I’ve been searching for love my whole life, and I didn’t want you both to wake up that morning and tell me to get out. I didn’t want to face the possibility that this”—she motioned to both of them and herself—“was just a one-night thing, and instead of just walking into the bathroom, I snuck out. God, I ran back to California and made a huge mess of things. It’s only after I saw my ‘family’”—she put the word in air quotes because she really didn’t think of them as family—“and went to that clinic that I realized I wanted to come back here.”

  At the word clinic both Grant and Justin stiffened, and she wished she wouldn’t have gone that far with her babbling. They probably thought she was a horrible person now. She had gone to the clinic because she wasn’t sure if she was ready to be a mom alone. Only after meeting Mia and really taking some time to think did she realize that she could handle it. She wasn’t alone.

  “Clinic?” Grant choked. She cringed and nodded, unable to answer.

  “Did you?” he asked, and she knew what he was asking without him using the words. He stared at her, his eyes full of tears, but he didn’t stand up. His reaction hit her hard, and her heart softened. Justin moved to stand behind Grant, holding his shoulders in support and comfort, or maybe he was holding him in the chair.

  “No. I–I left the clinic realizing that there wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be. I want to be here, and I shouldn’t have left.” She leaned against the wall, staring at both Grant and Justin. The look of relief on their faces said it all. She had never doubted her decision to leave that day, and she was glad that she had finally told them both. Leaving had weighed heavily on her heart.

  Grant pushed the chair back and stood up. He walked toward her, and she st
iffened. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Grant kneeled down in front of her, put his hands on her hips, laying his head against her stomach. She pushed her fingers through his hair, holding him closer to her. She looked over at Justin, not wanting him to feel left out. He just stood in front of the stove, smiling and whistling quietly. She knew she wouldn’t have to worry. He was always so happy and loved seeing her with Grant.

  She focused back on Grant, relaxing into his body. He looked up at her, tears on his face. She sank down, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him tight. This man had the power to make her weak in the knees, but he also made her feel stronger. Her heart would always be safe with him.

  “I love you. I love you, and I want to take care of you and our baby,” he whispered in her ear, and Alyssa nodded.

  “I love you, too.” Their lips met in a wicked kiss. Her toes curled, and their tongues danced together. He tasted like coffee, and Alyssa groaned, loving his flavor.

  “All right, you two, don’t get carried away. Breakfast is served.” Justin interrupted them, and Grant pulled back, laughing.

  “Don’t get jealous, Justin.” Grant smiled broadly, and Alyssa giggled. She felt so at ease being in his arms. Grant helped her up, and they walked to the table. He kissed her lips and sat her down onto Justin’s lap at the table. She shifted, getting comfortable in his lap, and he brought the fork to her mouth, feeding her a bite of scrambled eggs. He fed her bite after delicious bite, and Alyssa felt pampered.

  “Why aren’t you eating anything?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t eating all his food.

  “I ate while I cooked breakfast, and I’m waiting until you’re done so that I can have dessert.” He winked at her, and she knew what he wanted. She took a few more big bites, loving the way Justin took care of her. She felt special. Grant cleared the table, and Justin stood up, still holding her, and put her on the edge of the table.