Three Alpha Romeo - A Military Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  I left before things got too crazy, giving them each a peck on the cheek before prying myself from their reaching grasps. They seemed a little disappointed as I strutted back through the common doorway, blowing them a kiss over my shoulder and giving them an overly cute “G’night boys!”

  And now here I was, still feeling good, possibly regretting my haste. Wondering if maybe… just maybe…

  Almost on cue the lighting in the room changed. A silhouette stood in the doorway between bedrooms, shadows obscuring the man’s face. There was no doubt as to who it was though. Based on sheer size alone…

  “Hey Marcus.”

  He paused for a moment, hands overhead. Using the top of the door jamb to stretch his long, muscular arms. To push his broad, sculpted chest into the cold, filtered moonlight.

  “Can’t sleep either?”

  The giant Ranger wore a tight pair of dark-colored boxers — and nothing else. Three long strides took him right to the bed. Straight to me.

  Oh…

  I melted a little as he climbed over me, placing his hands over my hands. Slowly lowering himself against my body, but diverting the bulk of his weight to his knees and elbows.

  “I…”

  My voice died in my throat. We were face to face now. Nose to nose, our mouths all but touching. I stared upward through his two glistening, hazel irises. Saw the fire burning behind them…

  Who is this guy?

  It occurred to me I knew virtually nothing about this man. Nothing other than he’d savagely fucked me. He’d been tight-lipped about everything, from his reasons for being in that bedchamber to his connections with Kyrkos. Hell, I barely even knew his name.

  And yet, there was this inane familiarity between us. A bond that somehow went beyond the obvious physical chemistry our bodies already shared. As our eyes remained locked, searching each other’s for meaning, I found myself fascinated by how intimate our connection was. There was something odd yet incredible about him. Something—

  He shifted abruptly, lowering his big thighs against mine. I was very aware of the warmth, the overwhelming heat soaking into me as we went skin to skin, flesh to flesh.

  A big hand slipped between us as Marcus pulled up my shirt, laying my breasts bare. Then he lowered his chest against my chest. His flat, chiseled stomach onto my smooth, bare belly…

  He did it all without looking away. His eyes still drilled into mine, never flinching for even an instant, even as he nudged my legs apart. It was like he was staring into me. Through me.

  I gasped as I felt his manhood pressing against me. We were still separated by the thin strip of my panties. That and the fabric of his boxers, which was now stretched over a gigantic erection.

  He dropped lower. Bore down on me harder, driving my whole body deeper into the bed. Our noses were gliding against one another’s. Our lips were grazing, brushing, touching…

  Oh my God…

  In one hungry surge he pushed upward, inward… grinding his cock between my legs as he kissed me ravenously. His mouth covered mine, his tongue flicking out with a wicked, wanton abandon. I grabbed his head and kissed him back, pulling his mouth so hard against me it actually hurt my jaw.

  It was fiercesome yet magical. Like some sort of spell between us had shattered, giving us leave to do whatever the fuck we wanted. And all I wanted was to fuck him. All I wanted was to feel the weight of his hard body crushing me into the bed. That glorious first penetration as he drove up into me, parting me with his thick member, splitting me up the middle…

  I wanted him to slam me, to destroy me, to pile-drive that fat, gorgeous cock into me just as he had the first time. I wanted to spread myself wide for him. To take him so unimaginably deep in my dripping pussy, that wrapping my legs and locking my ankles around him might somehow keep him there forever.

  His hands roamed my body, sliding up and down my naked sides. I could feel his abs rippling, every time we shifted. Rolling like hard waves against my tender flesh, while he kissed me and grinded me and stole my breath away.

  The door’s still open…

  My inner voice of reason was very low and far away. My body laughed as I raked my nails down his back, pulling even more of his bulk against me.

  Marcus’s hands went lower, rolling his only article of clothing down his massive, athletic thighs. Then he was on me again. Pushing upward. Inward…

  HOLY…

  Shoving its way against the drenched satin strip of my panties, until something had to give…

  FUCK.

  I wasn’t sure which one of us did it. Suddenly my thong was being yanked to one side and I was screaming with pleasure as Marcus plunged into me. He drove himself deep, deep down, all the way inside. All the way down until he bottomed out in my pussy, eliciting a squeal of perfect ecstasy that I gasped right into his open mouth.

  Then he growled… rose up on two big arms… and started fucking me like a machine.

  All other thoughts fled my brain. All that mattered was giving way beneath this pumping, churning onslaught. Spreading my thighs as far as I possibly could, to give him full access to anything he wanted.

  Oh God…

  And his irises were still locked on mine. He kept staring through me with those same carnal eyes, as if along with my body, he was also penetrating my soul.

  I surrendered again, as I had the first time. He could have me. He could own me. And as he kept drilling away, sawing himself in and out of my body, I realized I’d let him do anything to me. Everything to me…

  I don’t know how long he fucked me like that. All I know is I ended up straddling him, riding him, screwing myself downward as he thrust his hips up. The way he filled me was amazing. It left me lost in some other world, my brain reeling with pleasure, totally out of control.

  Somehow in the middle of everything I slid down his legs, dragging my tongue along his broad, beautiful chest. Abruptly I wanted to taste him. All of him. From the salt of his skin to the tangy sweetness of his thick, musky manhood.

  All of a sudden I wanted him in my mouth, to swallow him whole. To drain him with one pumping fist, straight down my eager throat.

  Without warning, someone behind me chuckled.

  “Oh, so it’s like this now, is it?”

  I whirled, and Marcus’s eyes fluttered open — both at the same time. Sure enough, there was Randall. He’s been standing near the foot of the bed, watching us, for God only knew how long.

  I stopped mid-stroke, my mouth still locked around the head of Marcus’s cock. My eyes shot up to meet his, and for a long moment we both froze.

  Then he smiled, pushed my head down again… and resumed watching me blow him.

  Okayyy…

  “Early bird stuff, right?” Randall was still teasing. “I knew I should’ve stayed up! Hell, if only I’d—”

  “Shhhhhh…”

  I stopped going down on Marcus just long enough to shush Randall with a finger. Then I shifted a little, winked mischievously, and wriggled my ass his way.

  “Yeah?” He arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

  I laughed evilly before dropping my mouth back around Marcus’s saliva-slick crown.

  “You talk too much,” I mumbled wetly, just as a fresh pair of warm hands closed over my ass.

  Twenty-Seven

  RANDALL

  She was a long way from shy, I’d give her that. Hot and eager and moaning like crazy around some stranger’s cock, as I gripped her by the hips and sank into her.

  God, she’s soaked…

  She really was, too. I had no clue how long the two of them had been rutting like animals, but it had definitely been loud enough to wake me up. And considering how soundly I usually slept, that was no small feat.

  But damn…

  Watching him pin her to the bed like that, legs spread so far apart she was practically doing a split… it reminded me a lot of our nights with Donna. Of the crazy things we did together, just the three of us. And in the craziest of places, too.

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bsp; Since then a lot had happened. The incident at Belgrade. Civilian life. Kyrkos. Little by little, these things had taken important pieces out of Holden. And to a lesser extent, out of myself as well.

  But nothing beat those times, when we’d fall in bed with her together. When Holden and I would pin her mercilessly between us, pushing and pulling her back and forth… the way Andrea was pinned between the two of us now.

  I risked a glance at Marcus. He had his eyes closed, his hands sifting through those shimmering waves of thick, platinum hair. Maybe he’d done this before. Maybe not. But in the way she was so hungrily devouring him, I had to wonder if he was really such a stranger to her after all.

  “Fuck me, you’re tight.”

  It was pretty wild, how fast she’d caught on. How easily she’d fallen into the rhythm and timing of being sandwiched between us. Andrea was moaning loudly now. Rocking on her hands and knees, whimpering around Marcus’s cock as I drilled her hard from behind.

  I tightened my grip, locking my palms into the smooth valley of warm flesh just above her lovely hips. When she didn’t react, I squeezed even harder.

  “Mmmpphhh…”

  There it was; that little flare of pain. That tiny flinch that caused her to clamp down from the inside, gripping my hard, thrusting cock just that much tighter.

  She was close. I’d only been with her a couple of times, and I knew that already. I’d watched Marcus plow her into near oblivion, and now I was hitting just the right spots. It was insanely hot, watching her glide up and down on me. Seeing her struggle to keep her other lover in her mouth, as her body tensed and her muscles locked and she inched that much closer to orgasm.

  “Not yet,” I told her, leaning in from behind. “Not until we’ve had all of you…”

  I withdrew and dropped to my knees, burying my face into her from behind. Andrea jumped like she’d been hit with an electric shock. She squirmed forward, but only for a moment. Only until she realized what I was about to do, and then she was screwing back against my hot, eager tongue.

  “Oh GOD yes...”

  She had just enough time to gasp the words before Marcus’s hand guided her head. He shoved himself back into her mouth, bowing her cheeks out with every thrust of his impressively hard cock.

  In the meantime, I absolutely gorged myself on her pussy. My tongue slid up and down, dragging wetly over her lips. Lapping tentatively at her engorged clit, before diving back inside to exploring her swollen depths. Down below, my cock ached to be back inside. I stroked it a few times to keep it ready for her, but nothing felt as good as being buried inside that soft, gorgeous body.

  She grew close again, and for a moment I considered bringing her off this way. Just letting her shower my face with her hot juices, screwing herself against my chin while she moaned and gasped around her latest lover.

  But Marcus had other plans.

  Before I knew what was happening, I was suddenly face to face with her again. Marcus had taken her by the hips and spun her completely around. He nudged forward, readying himself to enter her as Andrea pressed her mouth to my glazed, glistening lips. She was too far gone, now. She began kissing me all slow and sultry, biting my lip, sucking my tongue. Totally drunk with the need to come.

  “Please…” she whispered into my mouth. “Make me—”

  Without warning her eyes went almost comically wide. She looked straight at me, then past me, then yelped out loud as she bit down on her bottom lip.

  Then she let out a long, shuddering exhale… and I knew exactly what was happening.

  “What’s he doing?” I breathed.

  Andrea’s hands found mine, squeezing them tightly.

  “He’s fucking me…”

  “Where’s he fucking you?”

  Her fingers curled into claws, digging into my flesh.

  “In my ass…”

  Her face was contorted now, into a mask of pleasure and pain. Mostly pleasure though. That much was obvious.

  “It feels good,” I teased. “Doesn’t it?”

  My eyes shot to Marcus, who was steadily pumping away. His own eyes were closed though. For a moment I was jealous of how it must feel, how incredibly hot… insanely tight…

  “MMMmmmMMMmmm…” Andrea moaned softly. “Ohhhhh…”

  I squeezed her back. “Tell me it feels good.”

  Her stunning blue eyes fluttered open again. They were glassy and vacant.

  “It… It feels…”

  Marcus slammed his latest thrust home, and Andrea tensed. For a moment her eyes screwed shut again, but then I watched a smile spread slowly across her face.

  “It feels so good!” she gasped, once again regaining control. Her eyes had life in them again as her gaze shifted to me. “Oh Randall,” she whispered, reaching up to touch my face. “It’s so fucking good…”

  Twenty-Eight

  ANDREA

  Randall kissed me, holding his tattooed hand over mine. Driving his tongue past my lips, just as my other lover — the one planted firmly behind me — sank all the way inside again.

  Oh my God…

  It was pain. It was pleasure. It was beyond any of those things, really. It was a fullness I couldn’t describe; an itch I didn’t know I had, begging to be scratched. I held my breath as Marcus’s abdominals bounced again off my supple flesh. This time he grinded for a moment, extending the feel of that last, wonderful push…

  I… I just…

  I wanted to reach backward. To claw him into me, to keep his hard cock exactly where it was, buried all the way up in my ass. Only when he withdrew, that felt good too. Everything was so taut. So incredibly, wonderfully snug and comfortable and—

  I felt it before I even heard his cries; surge after powerful surge of his hot, sweltering come, blasting its way up my impossibly tight channel. Pulse after glorious pulse, I arched back and allowed the most incredible sensations I’d ever felt wash over me.

  Everything was so hot, so wet. So deliciously nasty and taboo…

  I moaned into Randall’s mouth as it happened, and that made it even sexier for me. I’d been fucked in the ass before. I’d even let a guy finish there once or twice. But never, ever had it felt like this! And having another lover there, right before me. Holding me gently. Kissing and tonguing me, while another man pumped me full of his come. Filling my naughtiest of all possible places, gripping me tightly from behind…

  My own orgasm was still teetering, right on the very edge. Randall took care of that too. He rolled me onto my back, practically shoving Marcus away and throwing my legs over his strong, tattooed shoulders.

  “Did you enjoy that, angel?”

  I was so horny I could barely see. I nodded up at him pleadingly.

  “Good. Because I’m taking a piece of that next time.”

  I was shaking. Quivering. Somehow I managed to nod again, vaguely.

  “This time however…”

  My hands gripped the sheets as I felt him rub the thick head of cock over my clit a few times. Then my whole body shuddered with relief… as he pushed his way into my pussy.

  “MMMMmmmmm…”

  The first plunge nearly blacked me out. By the second and third, my head was swimming.

  Oh GOD… Oh fuck…

  I don’t think I lasted ten seconds. All of sudden I was coming and gushing, squirting all over the bed. My pussy exploded around him uncontrollably, my hands clawing the sheets as my head thrashed left and right…

  Fuuuuuuuck!

  It was slutty and dirty and wonderful, made even filthier by what Marcus had just done to me from behind. I was sopping wet back there. All sticky and gooey and warm.

  I opened my eyes at one point and saw the big Ranger kneeling there, towering over me as he looked on. Holding my shoulders square to the bed as Randall took his own pleasure, spearing my pussy with long, penetrating strokes.

  Ohhh…

  They were like two bearded giants. Gorgeous, dark, and handsome, all rippled with muscle.

  Holding
me. Screwing me.

  Using me…

  Eventually I felt it; Randall unloading inside me. I was being drilled into the bed, my heels pointed skyward. My knees parted as the Navy SEAL collapsed into me, driving his face into my neck. I clenched him there as he moaned in ecstasy, noting how incredibly powerful it felt, holding him like this. I was stroking his wild hair. Clawing him harder against me as he continued pulsing, thickly, in the warm valley between my thighs.

  “Yes honey, yes…”

  His orgasm seemed to go on forever. When he was done he had barely enough energy to raise his head. He kissed me, tenderly, and then rolled to one side. I felt another big hand tilting my chin backward, and then Marcus was kissing me too — upside down, no less — his tongue probing mine as our mouths continued dancing, hungrily.

  Just as quickly as everything had started they were back on their feet, pulling their boxers on. The whole room reeked of sex. I lay there sprawled across the blankets, totally drenched, a quivering mess from the waist down. My ruined panties were still stretched to one side, hopelessly past the point of no return…

  They looked at me, then at each other, as if they’d committed some secret crime. Randall was the first to grin.

  “Next time,” he chided, reaching down to roll me onto my stomach. “You guys wake me up first.”

  He slapped my ass — hard — on one rounded cheek. After the initial surprised jump, I settled back to enjoy the pleasant naughtiness of the upcoming sting.

  The SEAL laughed and left the room. Marcus followed him a few seconds later, but not before clapping my other cheek like a barbarian, in one giant hand.

  “This is mine now,” he said, giving it a ruthless squeeze. He leaned low, and I felt my heart skip two beats as his beard brushed my naked shoulder.

  “Whenever I want it…”

  Twenty-Nine

  ANDREA