by Ana Vela
“Yes. My own.”
A throat cleared. Anastasia glanced at the couch. One of Robert’s dark brows was curved upward. She thought she detected a hint of surprise in his face and wondered why. Perhaps it was only seeing Bryce. He knew vaguely who the other man was. He even knew Bryce had once fucked his wife. But Anastasia didn’t think they’d ever actually met.
Parker’s expression was harder to interpret. His heavy brows weren’t raised or lowered, his mouth was relaxed, but there was some tightness at the corners. She wondered if he was intimidated by Bryce’s supermodel good looks.
“Parker Willis, Robert Benning, this is Bryce McCormick. Bryce, Parker, and... well I guess you and Robert know of each other.” A small snicker escaped her, bubbling up quickly and without warning. Bryce snaked an arm around her waist as they walked toward the living area.
As soon as they got close enough to reach, Parker’s hand shot out. He grasped Anastasia’s wrist and yanked her onto his lap. She wriggled against him, getting into a more comfortable position. Parker sipped his Scotch, idly fondling one of her breasts. “Let’s get something straight, shall we, gentlemen?”
Bryce folded himself into one of the plush chairs opposite the couch. Even with wrinkled closed and rumpled hair, he looked gorgeous. His long lashes swept down over his angular cheekbones as he picked at an imaginary spot of lint on his trousers. “By all means.”
“Spread your legs,” Parker ordered her. Anastasia immediately complied. He didn’t touch her, but a small smile appeared on Parker’s lips at the swiftness of her obedience. “Miss Nabokov has agreed to be my whore for the next two months. That means anything and everything that I want her to do, she’ll do. Isn’t that right?”
Anastasia opened her mouth to answer but Parker pressed a thick finger to her lips. “Say ‘Yes, I am your whore.’”
“Yes, I am your whore.” Her nipples tightened and her belly clenched involuntarily at the words. Parker’s sharp smile was for Robert and Bryce.
“So, I am in charge. I say what, and who, she does. Understood?”
Anastasia kept her eyes downcast, otherwise she’d be rolling them. That’s what she got for finding Alpha males so attractive, she thought with an inward sigh. Get them all together to fuck you, and they had to establish a pecking order first. Here she was, naked, wet, ready, and they were busy staking territory instead of her.
Robert drained the last of his Scotch and set the empty glass on the low table in front of them with a shrug. “That was the deal.” And Anastasia knew how much it turned him on.
“Anastasia can do as she pleases.” Bryce’s gaze was for Parker alone. “If she chooses to do what you tell her, I’m not going to argue. I’m here because she asked me to be.” There was an undercurrent to the words that made Anastasia shift on Parker’s lap, her breath catching. It had sounded a bit like Bryce was warning Parker. She cocked her head, searching his gaze.
Bryce met her eyes and winked. And she understood. He was just making sure that, whatever ‘the deal’ was, Parker knew that this was all her choice. If at any point she wanted to back out, Bryce was warning the billionaire he wouldn’t be allowed to force her. She gave the gorgeous blond a warm smile. He really wasn’t the cad most people thought him. He just liked a challenge.
She squirmed on Parker’s lap, feeling the semi-hard lump of his cock beneath her thigh. “Well, now that that’s settled...” She trailed off, not really sure where to begin. She’d been in similar situations before, with multiple partners. Most memorably, she, Victoria, and Magdalena had all surprised Robert with an impromptu orgy in his office when he’d landed his last big account. But this was the first time she’d ever been with more than one man.
There seemed to be different rules here. And Parker Willis’s flinty gaze said he had a definite plan. Being at the mercy of the ruthless man and his sexual whims turned Anastasia’s blood to liquid fire. Her pussy was throbbing as she looked from one face to the next. Soon, she knew, she’d be servicing these three gorgeous men, touching and stroking their hard bodies. Anastasia chewed her lower lip, inhaling through her nose as her nipples tightened almost painfully.
“Now that that’s settled,” Parker replied, trailing two blunt fingers along her slippery slit, “I want you to kneel. There.” He indicated a spot on the living room floor about five feet away. It was in an open space on the plush grey carpet.
Anastasia unfolded herself from his lap, thighs quivering. He patted her butt as she strolled to the indicated spot and sank gracefully to her knees. As soon as she was in place, she raised her pale, slender arms to her sides, palms up, in a ‘what now’ gesture. Parker stood, his fingers going to his belt. He quirked a dark brow at Bryce and Robert.
“Come on, gentlemen, don’t be shy. We’re going to give my little whore a treat.” He drew out his cock, thumbing back the foreskin, and grinned. “A big serving of cream for Kitty.”
Robert set aside his empty glass and began undoing his own belt, his blue eyes glinting with lust. His dick twitched noticeably beneath the fine fabric of his slacks. Anastasia looked up with round grey eyes as Parker moved in front of her, his big hand stroking the thick length of his cock. He held it an inch from her parted lips but when she reached to wrap her fingers around his shaft, she shook his head.
“Wait for the rest of the class.” His grin was toothy and sharp. Anastasia exhaled a small sigh, her eyes shifting as Robert stepped up beside Parker, his cock out too, the impressive length she was so intimately familiar with throbbing and already oozing pre-cum. Bryce moved onto her other side, the three men forming a semi-circle around her naked body, but Bryce’s pants were still buttoned, his erection straining against the soft material.
He looked down at Anastasia, his sea green irises swirling with an intensity and passion that took her breath away. He didn’t have to tell her why he hadn’t taken his cock out when Robert and Parker had. Bryce liked her to undo his belt and draw out his swelling length. It turned them both on, her unwrapping him like a gift. Anastasia licked her lips in anticipation.
“Well, Kitty... if you want your cream, you’re going to have to work for it.” Parker rubbed the spongy head of his cock against her damp lower lip. “I want to see you sucking and stroking our cocks until we each give you a nice mouthful of cum.”
Anastasia stuck out her tongue and twirled it around Parker’s cock head, wriggling beneath the thin layer of his foreskin. She pressed the tip of her tongue into the small slit on his crown, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. She lapped at the small dip on the underside of the head, rubbing the wet velvet flat of her tongue over it. She felt the smooth skin throb in response.
The fingers of her right hand curled around Robert’s shaft. She caressed the slick head with her palm, wetting her skin with the slippery pre-cum and then stroking him from root to tip with a slow, firm tug. Her left hand traced the outline of Bryce’s cock through his pants, teasing them both with the butterfly soft touch. His big hand covered hers, pressing it harder against the hard bulge. Bryce rocked his hips, rubbing himself against her hand, teasing her back.
She lifted her gaze to Robert’s as she slid her mouth further down Parker’s fat dick. Robert’s pale blue gaze was riveted to the stretch of her plump lips around the billionaire’s glistening shaft. Anastasia felt Robert’s cock jump in her hand. She hadn’t been able to see him in the restaurant when she’d sucked Parker off, but clearly the sight of her with her mouth around another man’s prick really did turn him on.
Her eyes slid to Parker. He stared down at her too, irises dark and fathomless. But Anastasia saw his gaze shift almost imperceptibly to the side, to Robert’s face. His already thick shaft swelled against her tongue. Parker Willis loved to be watched. She wondered idly which turned Parker on more. The wet suction of her lips sliding up and down his cock, or Robert watching her head bob up and down on his shaft?
Both were lighting fires in her brain that spread slowly down her nerve endings. Parker’s fat, vei
ny cock felt good between her lips, hot and hard. And knowing Robert was watching, feeling the throbbing evidence of how turned on he was by the sight in the pulse of his dick against her stroking palm, was arousing beyond belief.
And then her eyes slid to Bryce and moisture flooded her pussy like Mississippi delta. His aristocratic nostrils flared as he breathed raggedly through his nose. Unlike Robert, Bryce’s gaze wasn’t locked on her sucking mouth. His eyes roamed her face and body, caressing her every naked inch with heat. When he realized she was watching him, he met her look with one of blazing lust.
“Fuck, Kitty. You look so amazingly hot, baby.” He pulled her hand up to his belt, wordlessly encouraging him to take his cock out. Anastasia’s fingers began tugging at the leather. Though she’d performed the maneuver dozens, maybe hundreds, of times over the last several months, her movements were clumsy. Her hands were trembling.
Anastasia finally undid his belt and slid his zipper down, reaching in to grasp his firm, silken shaft and tug it free of its confines. Like the rest of him, Bryce’s cock was beautiful. Not as long as Robert’s, but thicker. Not as thick as Parker’s, but longer. The skin of his shaft was smooth, and as golden as the rest of him, and the delicate curve of the mushroom tip beckoned her mouth.
She pulled her lips from Parker’s cock, transferring her hand from Bryce to him, and wrapped her lips around that inviting cock head. Bryce groaned as her warm, wet mouth closed over him. He stroked a hand over her hair, tugging at the pins that held it up until her dark locks cascaded around her pale shoulders. He slid his long fingers into the heavy mass, urging her to take him deeper.
Her hands didn’t stop working, up and down, squeezing and stroking Robert and Parker’s straining cocks. But most of her concentration centered on Bryce. She ran the tip of her tongue all around the ridge where his head flared from his shaft and then sucked just the sensitive head into her slick mouth. When the blond moaned, low in his throat, she sank down on his full length until her nose was buried in the wiry thatch of pale hair at the base of his cock.
Bryce’s hips flexed as he pumped his saliva-slick shaft in and out between her lips. Anastasia clung to his firm length, her mouth a tight ring around him, sucking him hard.
“Fuck baby, yeah. Jesus, your mouth. So fucking hot.” His fingers tightened momentarily in her hair, his signal for her to stop. She was driving him too quickly to climax. Bryce enjoyed prolonging sex for as long as he could.
Anastasia slid him reluctantly from her mouth, dropping a kiss on the throbbing head before once again switching her hands, this time returning her left to Bryce and moving her right from Robert to Parker. Robert was ready for her, stepping closer to prod her swollen lips with his sticky cock. Anastasia extended her tongue, lapping at the coating of pre-cum that slicked his shaft as if he were a lollipop.
Robert reached out, rubbing her shoulder and stroking a thumb down the long tendon in her neck. “Suck my cock, baby. Take me into this sweet throat.”
She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, urging Robert to slide his cock between her lips with a wriggle of the wet appendage. He cupped the back of her neck and pressed her forward, pushing the first five inches of his rock hard cock into her mouth. Anastasia inhaled slowly through her nose and relaxed the muscles of her throat as Robert’s crown brushed her tonsils. With a deep grunt, he sank into her rippling throat, all ten inches of his impressive tool buried between her lips.
Anastasia could tell he was close. He’d been worked up since she’d agreed to Parker’s proposal. And watching her with Parker and now Bryce was driving him to new heights of arousal. His cock was harder than she could ever remember it being, pulsing in her throat. He kneaded the back of her neck with his strong fingers as he thrust into her mouth with sharp jabs.
Robert’s free hand dropped to her breast and toyed with her nipple, tweaking the stiff peak as he groaned. “Ooh, yeah. Yes. That’s my girl. Swallow my cock, baby.”
She worked her throat, squeezing his thrusting shaft, and sucked him as hard as she could, hollowing her cheeks as she dragged her mouth up his and down his throbbing length. She felt the broad crown fatten in her throat, felt the first twitch of his shaft against the flat of her tongue, and then the warm spurt of his cum washing over her tonsils as Robert pulled back and thrust forward.
He repeated the slow, deep glides, pumping most of his spunk down her throat. But, as always, he withdrew to squirt the last few drops on the tip of her tongue and rub his dribbling cock head against her lips. Anastasia lapped at him, swirling her tongue to collect every last drip. She kept suckling at his fat tip until Robert pulled away from her.
“Thanks, baby.” She winked at him and licked her lips as he stumbled back to the couch and poured himself another Scotch. Anastasia turned her attention back to Parker and Bryce, tugging them both closer to her mouth. She wasted no time engulfing Parker’s thick shaft with her mouth, stroking him with quick, firm tugs.
She alternately stroked and sucked Parker and Bryce, mouthing their slick shafts, working them with her hands and tongue. She cupped the soft weight of each man’s balls in one hand as she bobbed her head, licking and relishing their differing tastes. When Parker’s rhythmic thrusts became more rough, driving against the back of her throat, she focused her attention on him. His fingers tangled in her hair as he forced her down hard on his shaft.
“Mmmm, fuck. Good. Let your boyfriend see how much you love to suck my cock. Harder. Make me cum with that talented tongue while he watches.”
Anastasia didn’t argue with his characterization of Bryce as her ‘boyfriend’, though it wasn’t true. She knew the idea was titillating to Parker. She massaged the wrinkled sack of his testicles and drew him deep, flicking her tongue against the underside of his cock. Her knuckle teased along his perineum. Parker cursed, grip tightening in her hair as he drove himself fiercely between her lips.
Parker’s fat shaft swelled even thicker, once again stretching her lips to the very limit as he began to come. Unlike Robert, he shoved himself as far down her throat as he could, pumping his load straight into her belly. Anastasia swallowed around his shaft as he grunted and panted. As soon as she was sure he was finished, she spun to face Bryce’s engorged length.
She opened her mouth, but one big hand cupped her jaw, stilling her. Bryce wrapped a hand around his shaft and rubbed the wide crown gently over her sore and swollen lips. He teased along the damp silk part of her mouth, sliding the tip over the wet satin lining of her lower lip and the front of her teeth before pushing onto her tongue.
Anastasia kept her eyes on his as he slowly slipped into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him, marveling at how hot his skin was against hers. And so smooth. He always talked about how velvety her skin was, but she didn’t think it held a candle to the delicate softness of the skin of his cock. The fact that the muscle beneath was hard as steel only served as a delicious contradiction.
“There’s my girl,” he murmured, grinning his wicked grin. “Such a pretty little cocksucker. That sweet little face and wicked mind.” His big hand slid back into her hair, holding it away from her face so he could watch her mouth glide up and down his cock. “Not to mention that clever pink tongue.”
Anastasia smiled around her mouthful of hard flesh. She knew the twinkle in her eyes matched his. She curled her fingers around his heavy sack, stroking and caressing the wrinkled mass firmly while her other hand fisted his thick shaft. She pressed his smooth cock head against the roof of her mouth with her tongue and suckled, wriggling around that raised ridge of spongy flesh.
His long fingers curled around the back of her skull as he began gliding between her wet lips with long, deep thrusts. His silken skin tasted of the bay rum soap he used and the Clean Linen laundry detergent his maid used on his sheets. Anastasia knew from experience that Bryce slept in the nude. He’d been lying in bed, naked, alone, when she called.
Her pussy throbbed, thinking of the endless hours they’d spent ther
e, amusing and arousing each other. She was glad he was here tonight. Anastasia’s eyes drifted closed as she concentrated on the feel of his cock in her mouth, the taste and scent of him as he pushed between her lips, burying his firm length in her throat to the hilt. She rubbed the tip of her nose through his wiry curls, swallowing his shaft. Anastasia loved the slightly spicy smell of him. Not just the soap he used, but something all his own.
“I’m close, baby.” His voice was deep and ragged. “Your gorgeous fucking mouth is driving me crazy.”
He didn’t need to tell her. Anastasia had sucked Bryce’s cock enough times to know the signs. She pulled back until only the crown lay on her tongue and pursed her lips into a tight ring, trapping him there. Both hands curled around his shaft and squeezed tightly, tugging rhythmically as she swirled and flicked her tongue over the sensitive head, suckling him hard.
Bryce’s big hands slid down to grip her shoulders tightly. His buttocks barely flexed, rubbing the head of his cock in tiny increments in and out of the tight pucker of her lips, allowing her to do most of the work her her hands. The more restless his hands grew, caressing her arms, shoulder, neck, whatever bits of naked skin he could reach, the closer he grew to orgasm. His words were gone, reduced to gasps and guttural groans interspersed with the occasional curse and ‘yes’. Sometimes he threw in a ‘suck it’, ‘god’, or ‘take it’, but mostly it was incoherent noises.