by Alex Grayson
I drop onto my back beside them as Mac finishes inside her.
After a few minutes, Chloe lifts her head, looks from him to me and laughs.
She rolls off, all three of us now staring up at the ugly ass ceiling.
“I need to eat,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s too bad, Chlo,” I tell her, slowly turning my head to meet her eyes. “Mac was fed.”
Mac looks at me, a grin on his lips. He knows where I’m going.
“It’s only fair you feed me next.”
Her eyes widen, her head snapping toward Mac when he pushes to his knees, spreading her legs apart. “Wait, now?! Oh my god, no. I need to shower after all that.”
We ignore her.
Mac climbs off the bed once he has her legs how he wants them for me and moves to stand at the foot of the bed.
I climb between her legs, push her up the mattress until her head is falling over the edge.
Mac steps forward, sliding his dick across her mouth as I lower mine to her pussy.
I clamp my teeth around her clit and her eyes squeeze shut. She opens, tips her head back farther and pulls him in her mouth.
I swirl my tongue around her pussy and her knees jerk up, clamping at the sides of my face, but I grip her heels and press them open wide, like a fucking butterfly with spread wings.
I drop lower, delving my tongue in her pussy, while rubbing my nose across her clit and she clenches, a gurgled moan leaving her as she sucks Mac dry.
Her hands are moving wildly, she can hardly stand how she’s feeling, has no clue what she wants more of. My dick, his dick, or our mouths.
It makes her suck him harder and with more urgency, so I give her back what she serves him.
Her legs shoot straight in the air and she cries around him, her hands pulling his ass toward her and shoving his dick farther into her throat.
She rides my face, hard and fast and I suck until she’s a shaking fucking mess.
Trembling and twitching and squeezing her own tits, she’s so fucking turned on.
She shifts, letting Mac’s dick fall from her mouth with a heavy pop and begs, “I need… fuck, I need—”
“Cock,” I tell her. “You need cock, don’t you, girl?”
“Mmm,” she moans. “Yes.” Her eyes hit Mac’s. “I need it.”
He groans, looking to me. “Give it to her. Now.”
I scoot to the edge of the bed, and she climbs up, swinging around me like I’m her favorite chair.
“Fuck,” I croak, pushing her shoulders as I drive into her. “Thought you wanted this pussy, Mac? It’s good.” I moan.
“So good.” He tugs her hair to one side, exposing her neck for me.
I bite into her, then pull back so he can kiss the spot better.
“And I’m not done, but she needs to be a good girl and come for you first. Then I’ll stick my dick back inside her. I’ll fill you, baby, and he’ll play with your ass, just how you like it,” he promises her.
She whimpers while I swell at the thought of sliding between her cheeks.
“Come for him,” Mac whispers in her ear.
Her legs wrap around me and she smashes her lips to mine, biting into my bottom lip hard enough I’m sure she drew blood, but the way her pussy hugs me, I’m not mad about it.
She comes around my cock, falling back against her man as she does.
“There you go, baby.” Mac kisses her cheek, looking to me with a grin. “Now we’ll feed you.”
He winks.
We’ll feed her all right.
From both sides.
4
Mac
Chloe laughs, catching another piece of popcorn in her mouth.
She’s leaning on one arm, her body tilted toward the fireplace, eyes moving to Royce who is fixing us a drink at the kitchen counter.
She looks back to me, so I lift my hand and brush her hair behind her ear.
“You good with all this?” I ask her.
She gives a light laugh. “Kind of late to say no, don’t you think?”
I smirk. “Yep.”
“Are you?” she asks. “You’re the one sharing, you and he haven’t touched.”
“It’s not about us.”
“Has it ever been?” she whispers. “About you and another guy.”
My eyes fall to her chest as her nipples pebble, her own mind heating her up and getting her ready. I meet her gaze.
“That’s something you’d want to see?”
She licks her lips, nodding.
“Then you will, but not tonight. That’s not how we party.”
“What’s the matter, Mac Money.” Royce walks over, handing us our drinks. “You don’t want my dick in your mouth?” he jokes.
I take the glass, sipping it slowly, and set it on the bricks of the fireplace.
“Nah.” I pull Chloe into my lap, licking her neck. “I want your dick in hers.”
He drops down, bringing his lips an inch shy of Chloe’s. “That’s too bad, ‘cause it’s sandwich time, and I’m not talking about the kind you just ate, Chlo.”
She pushes forward, meeting his mouth with hers, and I slip my hand between them, running my fingers along her slit until her legs spread.
Royce settles between her legs, taking her mouth the way he likes and then he grips her by the thigh and lifts her from the ground.
She grinds against him while he looks to me.
“Pussy’s yours, where you want it?”
I stand, make my way over to the kitchen table and pull out a chair. I flip it around and drop into it.
I slap my thigh and Royce moves his mouth back to Chloe’s, fucking it with his tongue as he brings her to me.
He drops her legs, sliding his hand up her ass crack as he releases her.
She spins, then climbs on me, aligns my dick with her opening and slides down.
We’re sitting straight up, so I’m deeper than before and she’s starting to get swollen, but she takes all of me, smashing her tits against my chest as she brings her mouth to mine.
When Royce backs away, she looks over her shoulder at him.
He moves for his liquor, then sits on the armchair a few feet from us, and watches.
He tips his chin, so I bring my eyes back to Chloe, gripping her face in my palms as I kiss her.
She starts to roll her hips, slowly fucking me while the third member of our party looks on.
My eyes close, and I drop my head back, squeezing her hips.
When a deep moan comes from Royce, both our heads turn to find him stroking himself, his glass at his lips, eyes directed to where my dick slides in and out of her.
“She good and wet?”
I groan. “She’s fuckin’ drippin’.”
“Think she can take me?”
I reach around, spreading her ass apart, and blindly push on her hole as I shove as deep in her as I can go.
She clenches around me, a heady whimper escaping.
“She can take you. She’s a fuckin’ champ, ain’t that right, baby?”
“Y—yes,” she stutters, moving her hands to grip the back of my thighs, bowing her back and shoving her tits in my face.
“Don’t let her come,” Royce snaps, downs his drink and hops up.
I force her hips still and she glares at me, making me grin.
He’s behind her in a second.
His hand slides up her stomach and she jolts, her pussy clenching. I look down to the trail of water his ice cubes left behind. He slides it across her nipples, so I lean forward, blowing cool air over them and she shivers, but it’s got nothing to do with the cold.
Royce pulls back, his eyes meeting mine, so I spread her open again. “Fuck her slow.”
I allow my hips to lift the smallest bit and she leisurely rolls into me.
“We got lube?” he asks.
“No.”
“Then let me in real quick.”
He lifts Chloe off me, setting her feet together on the floor and ben
ding her over so her hands are planted on the sides of me against the table.
He slips inside her, moves in and out a few times and her eyes close, but he’s out just as quick and she whimpers, her need to come growing.
“Let’s switch to the rug,” I tell him. “It’ll make this smoother.”
The three of us move over a few feet, lowering to our knees.
“Bend her over, work your way inside, and then I’ll join.”
“Hear that, Chlo?” Royce mumbles into her ear, his body wrapped around her back as she pushes her ass against him, positioned on all fours. “Your man wants to watch me fuck you.”
Chloe’s eyes darken, lifting to mine.
Royce knows what he’s doing, he heard Chloe say she wanted to see him and me together, so he’s giving her this instead.
Like I said, it’s not how we party, but words are just as powerful as a dick when it comes to pleasing a girl.
“Look at him, at his eyes. His cock.” Royce nudges at her asshole and her face pinches.
She’s taken me before, so this isn’t the first, but she’s tight, so I’m sure it still has her feeling stretched.
“He’s swelling as we speak.” He pushes in a little more.
Chloe whimpers, so I slide closer.
“I bet the tip is gleaming with pre-cum. Have a taste for me, Chlo. Tell me if he needs to come.”
I stroke my dick, bringing it to her mouth, but she doesn’t just swipe her tongue across it, she sucks the head into her mouth, moaning around me.
Royce pushes in a little more.
She sucks harder, her head sliding up and down my shaft, so I start pumping into her mouth, my toes curling into the carpet as Royce pushes the rest of himself inside her.
He holds and she stiffens.
But slowly, she starts chasing, pushing her ass against him as she starts kissing my dick again, only to let it pop from her mouth.
She grips my arm, slowly straightening so she’s on her knees between us, so I scoot in, putting one of mine on the outside of hers, aligning with her opening.
“You ready for me?” I whisper and she smashes her lips into mine, so I slide inside.
She cries out, her head falling back, landing on Royce’s shoulder and his hand comes around, squeezing one tit while I lick at the other.
I meet Royce’s eyes and we both start moving, keeping the same speed and the same thrust.
Our cocks are stretched inside her, the pressure of him filling her ass, pushing against her pussy.
I’m about to come already, and the way his face pulls, I can tell he is too.
She starts writhing between us, moving her hips in and out, taking us both and begging for more as she does.
She bites into Royce’s lips, kissing him hard, before coming back to mine and doing the same.
Her pussy squeezes me, and her ass must squeeze him because he moans, jerking inside her, a jerk I feel from my end.
Her cries of pleasure keep us moving, we moan and groan and our cum spills into her as hers spreads over me.
My baby goes limp, falling into me and wincing slightly when Royce slides free.
He looks to me and I nod.
I tip her chin up, catching her eyes and then her mouth as I pull out.
Royce bends, scooping her in his arms and waits for me to open the back slider.
Both completely naked, he steps onto the deck and lowers her into the heated water while I turn on the jets.
I grab some snacks while he grabs some drinks and we meet her in the water.
5
Royce
I take the shot Mac pours me and relax into the corner of the giant ass hot tub.
My muscles are sore, but that good good sore that lets me know my performance was top notch, and Chloe’s next words confirm it.
“I don’t think I can go again.” Chloe laughs lightly. “You guys have officially wrecked my vagina.”
I chuckle, looking to Mac who smirks at her. “Yeah, I’m spent.”
“You mean a four-hour fuck session is all it takes to bring down the insatiable Royce Brayshaw,” Chloe teases, letting Mac feed her a strawberry.
“Careful, Chloe.” My eyes slide her way. “I still only half like you.”
“And he can still drive you mad, baby. There’s a lot we can do without sliding inside,” Mac reminds her.
She laughs and I allow my grin to slip.
Her eyes move from her man to me. “Thank you for this. It’s been fun.”
I nod, agreeing because it sure as fuck has.
Meaningless, easy, hot fun.
And soon it’ll be over.
In a little while, Chloe will climb from the hot tub with Mac right behind her and they’ll head to bed, where they’ll sleep together as couples do.
As my brother and his new wife will tonight, and hell, maybe even the third Brayshaw and the blonde he refuses to admit he wants, who the fuck knows.
Not me.
All I know is I’m gonna walk inside, drop in a bed that’s empty and wake up the same way, and I’m gonna keep telling myself that’s how I like it because it is.
I can’t go gettin’ my mind hijacked by pretty pussy and prettier eyes like my brothers did.
But for now, I’m gonna soak in this hot tub, drink this liquor, and get my dick sucked for the third time tonight.
And I’m gonna love every second of it.
I hope you enjoyed this spicy night with Royce Brayshaw!
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One Night Only
A.M. Wilson
At thirty six years old, I - a married woman - am being led into a ritzy club in order to meet my fantasy. And that husband of mine of the past twelve years is somewhere out in the throng of people. Watching.
1
Ally
Where are you?
The text message illuminates the backseat of the car where I’m nervously waiting. I silence the quick pang of guilt in my gut and look across the street to the large industrial building I’ve chosen for tonight. The outside is unassuming, built with gray concrete and massive steel doors. Except for the line of people half a block long, there’s no indication this isn’t warehouse.
My research told me otherwise.
And oh, does my heart flutter at the anticipation.
My phone buzzes again, reminding me I haven’t opened the incoming message. I swipe to remove the evidence from my screen, watching his name slide by and the letters disappearing one by one off the edge: O-T-T-O.
The driver clears her throat, reminding me I’m not alone and I’m wasting her time.
“Sorry! I’m a little distracted.” I add a hefty tip to the rideshare app and secure my wristlet.
“Not a problem, hon. You have a good night.”
“Thank you. You too,” I say, adjusting my short dress as I step into the balmy night.
Telling myself a brief pause is to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, when in actuality I’m calming my nerves, I take a couple of breaths of the warm humid air through my nose. I’m out of my element tonight, but that was my decision. I set this entire plan into motion, and now it’s time to execute follow through. I pull my shoulders back and lift my chin. With the grace of a catwalk model in my five-inch stilettos, I cross the road, bypass the long line, and sashay to the security guard at the front door.
H
e peruses my body as I near, skimming over the high heels and the short hem of the blood red minidress I’m wearing. If I move just right (or wrong) he’d see a flash of my black silk thong. I can feel his gaze sweep over the curve of my hips to follow the dip between my breasts that nearly reaches my navel. He licks his lower lip seductively and gives me a half smirk.
“Are you lost, sweetheart? Or is there something I can help you with?”
“Ally Baker. I’m on the list.” I state with more confidence than I feel.
His grin turns devious as he slides his finger along a tablet in his hand. “Ah, of course, Miss Baker. I have you right here.” He opens the heavy steel door at his back. “Go ahead and Seth will see you in.” He finishes with a wink and a nod, encouraging me to walk inside.
“Miss Baker, right this way.” A large man decked out in all black like a member of a SWAT team, including a thick black vest over his torso, gestures for me to follow. Presumably Seth, although, I don’t ask. I’m finding it hard to swallow through the thickness in my throat.
At thirty-six years old, I—a married woman—am being led into a ritzy club in order to meet my fantasy. And that husband of mine, who so thoughtfully sent a text not ten minutes ago, is somewhere out in the throng of people. Watching.
Did I say I was being led into a club? It feels more like a lion’s den.
My heart rate increases with each tap of my heel. Seth takes us up two flights of stairs, lit only by small, round, white lights embedded in each step. At the top, he holds open another door for me to pass through, and we enter a hallway painted a deep red that matches my dress.
“Right through here, Miss. The VIP lounge.” At the end of the hall, he discreetly types a code into a keypad. He pulls open the door. I’m immediately assaulted by techno music and strobe lights.
“Thank you,” I murmur as I pass.
The open plan space is awash in deep reds and blacks and chrome. The ceiling is open with painted black venting and beams. Directly across from the entrance where I stand on a platform is a long bar with seating for at least twenty, with a single stool open in the middle. Comfortable looking stuffed chairs and couches line the perimeter in nooks with red curtains on each side for privacy. Some open and others completely shut. Between the bar and me is a crowd of people undulating on an open dance floor.