by Katie Ford
“You need something, don't you, baby?” Nick slipped off my shoes and my clothes while Mason and Trent rubbed the backs of my hands.
“Yeah, she does,” Mason rumbled.
Trent kissed my palm. “Do you know what you need, Kitty-Kat?”
I didn't.
But I ached. That asshole Darren had tried to take something that only belonged to Mason, Trent, and Nick. I hated it. Even though the slimeball wasn't anywhere near me anymore, the memory squirmed under my skin. My flesh crawled.
What was it about me that let Darren think it was okay to touch me like that?
“I didn’t want him,” was my soft whimper. Tears welled up in my eyes. “I belong to you, right? Not to him, not to anyone else?” I must have looked pathetic with my pleas and fears lying naked in my eyes, but Trent brushed his hand through my hair.
“You're ours, Kitty-Kat,” he said. “Know that.”
“Yes,” I moaned. My skin prickled with desperation for all of them to them to touch me. “Only yours.”
Mason and Nick shared urgent looks over my head but I grabbed their hands harder so they would focus on me.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need...”
My protectors. My lovers. They always knew what I craved and what I wanted. At that very moment, my needs weren’t something that would roll off my tongue. I had no idea what would make me feel better.
But now I was here with them, and a kind of peace took over. Everything was going to be okay. I squirmed on the bed, my arms stretched out on either side of me, with Nick pinning my legs to the bed. His touch and strength anchored me to the world that I chose to live in.
“Don't worry, baby. We'll take care of you.” Nick gently let go of my hand and unbuckled his belt. His hard on punched out behind the thick denim and a wet spot betrayed where the fat head of his cock pressed.
It will be okay. They just need to stay with me.
At the sight of his massive bulge, my mouth watered and lust fizzled in my body like soda in a bottle somebody shook up. I mewled, twisting desperately on the bed.
“Yes,” the murmur came like the plaintive cry of a kitten. Need filled my soul, making me writhe uncontrollably. It was finally clear. My nipples were as hard as bullets through my dress. “Yes. Give me that. Give yourselves to me.”
Nick slid the belt from the loops of his jeans with a quick snap of his hand. The sound was as loud as a slap and made me jump. A gasp of excitement trembled from my lips, but I was afraid too. This fear flamed across my skin making me shiver.
“Shhh. It's okay, baby doll.” Trent breathed over my lips, ghosting my nose with the faint scent of the mint gum he usually chewed after a concert to get rid of his dry mouth from singing for hours on end.
Mason nuzzled my throat. “You want our cocks, baby, you got it.”
The men looked at each other and seemed to reach an agreement. Mason and Trent eyed me, hungry and gentle at the same time. Then they pounced.
They grabbed my hands and tied them in front of me with Nick’s leather belt. Then, one of the three covered my eyes with a blindfold. I gasped.
“You’re so good for us, Katy baby,” Trent soothed.
With my eyes covered, I only sensed them prowling about my form. There was a spicy male scent of sweat on their skin. The leather of belt trapped my wrists together. Juices dripped down my thigh, slow and easy. I ached for their touch.
If this was Darren, it would not be okay. But instead, I was with the men I adored.
“I trust you,” came my throaty moan. “One hundred percent.”
I couldn't stop the mewls and yips as they arranged me how they wanted. One of them pinched my nipples and I cried out. A hot mouth settled over my hard nub and sucked and licked. More juices flooded down my thighs, and my nipples stiffened even more. Everything felt thrilling, yet safe. A combination of everything I needed and everything I craved wrapped in three male packages.
So good. So satisfying. My heart leapt even as the pulse in my throat beat unsteadily.
They put me on my knees in the bed, pushed my thighs wide, and snared my wrists tighter in front of me with the belt. I couldn't see anything, but it didn’t matter. I was with my lovers, safe and sound no matter what.
A warm breath gusted over my mouth. “Remember what we talked about, Kitty-Kat?”
A thick tongue lapped my pussy and a gasp ripped out of me. It felt so incredible. The mouth sucked as I whimpered and started to rotate my hips. They were perfect men—men that deserved me. Helplessly, I pushed my cunt backwards into that questing male mouth, wanting more.
“Hmmm?” was my pant even as my spine arched, a gasp escaping my throat. Had someone said something?
Three sets of low and deep chuckles sounded in the room.
“You've got her all messed up, Trent.”
Trent must have been the one eating me out. He loved it so much, and I loved it when he did it. The wet tongue fluttered over my clit then shoved into my pussy the same time fingers pulled at my nipples.
“Oh god!”
“We want to be inside you at the same time, Katy.” That was Mason talking. I recognized the voice. “You like that, don’t you?”
Yes, yes, yes. I desperately wanted that. Having all of them inside me at the same time, taking their pleasure from my curvy form. All of us, finding our highs at the same time and all of them filling me up with their hot cream.
Just with that thought, my hips jerked and my cunt jerked harder on the face it was riding.
Oh god. If he didn’t stop, I was going to burst, right here, right now.
“Oh mmmm.”
He didn’t stop. His tongue stabbed into my snatch and thick fingers pulled and twisted my nipples.
“Yes,” My hips jerked out of control. “That’s it, right there,” I panted desperately.
“Let go for us, baby.” Trent lifted his mouth from my pussy and his breath brushed hot and damp over my clit as he spoke. “You know that won't stop the party.” His mouth closed over my clit again as he sucked hard, lightly tapping my hole at the same time.
“Ohhhh!” I screamed the hotel room down as I came like a rainstorm all over my man's face.
“God, you're so fucking hot like this. Even better, our girl is ready to go again.” It was Nick’s voice now. “I'm so hard for you, sweetheart, it’s unbelievable.”
“You don't have to wait,” I gasped. “Take me, please. All of you.” The breath trembled in my throat. “Take my ass and my pussy at the same time. Please. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Yeah, honey,” Nick growled from behind me. “That's what we're talking about.”
One of them kissed me, and I could immediately tell that it was Nick. His tongue was slick and hot and devoured mine like he couldn't get enough. I moaned into him and writhed my hips, immediately turned on again.
I wanted all three of them in me. My pussy was empty without them, just like my life would be so empty without them in it.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
Desperate for them, I groaned out when Nick pulled away. “No! Come back. Don’t go,” was my desperate mewl.
In answer, they moved me again, one of the guys slipping under me. I was crouched over his lap, my pussy and asshole wide open. Another, Trent, settled in front, and I felt completely safe surrounded by spicy and delicious male flesh. A finger brushed over my mouth, teasing and warm.
“We’re right here for you, sweet girl,” Mason whispered to me.
The sound of an opening and closing cap filled the room. Seconds after that, a slick hardness nudged my asshole. I mewled in anticipation of the pleasure and pressed down into it. My anus squeezed, needy and empty. It wanted desperately to be filled up with that massive prick.
“Easy, baby.”
But I didn’t want it easy. I wanted them to pound me between them, to fuck me and prove to me that I belonged to them and no one else. I wanted them to make me feel safe. I wanted to erase Darren's hands on me.
“Yes, right there.”
My snatch was so wet. Every part of me was throbbing and ready for them.
A hard cock eased between my lower lips.
Yes!
A dripping cock brushed my pussy then, causing my clit to hum. Heaven. I was in heaven.
But the dick near my mouth was suddenly gone. With my mouth wide open and hungry for cock, I searched blindly for one, parting my lips with a hungry sigh. And he answered. A hard, hot pole slid into my mouth at the same time that the two cocks pushed into both my asshole and twat.
Unnh! It hurt a little, but only a bit. More than anything, the sensation was incredible, all my guys in me at the same time!
My pussy moistened even more, and I opened my mouth wide, tilting my head for Nick to have my throat. That was where he belonged. I shifted between Mason and Trent, rocking my hips to find a better position to make all of us lose our minds.
They had fucked me enough that I could tell who was whom based solely on the size of their dicks.
Each one of them groaned in response.
“You're so beautiful, sweetheart. “
“Absolutely exquisite,” grunted another.
“Ah, fuck! Your asshole is so tight!”
The stretch was still slightly uncomfortable, but after a few seconds it started to feel good—real good. Fingers rubbed my clit and rolled my nipples.
“Oh more,” I panted, gasping and squealing. This was so good, and one hundred percent what I wanted. Could life get any more amazing?
My three rock stars grunted, all of them balls deep inside me now. And then they started going even harder, a cacophony of male desire.
“You take this dick so good, baby,” Trent growled. “You own this dick, don’t you? You know it’s all for you.”
“Yeah!” Mason rammed his cock deep and I squealed from the pleasure. “Your little hole loves me so bad.”
Rocking my hips and moving my head up and down on Nick's rock hard stick, I squealed and mewled again, giving the men my all.
“Oh yes,” was my indecipherable moan. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Because I loved it and wanted more. The bed rocked like it was caught in the storm of the century. All three of us swayed together in perfect sync. I screamed out when another high rose in my pelvis again. It rocketed into my belly and down into my pussy, a pure tsunami of pleasure.
Mason's dick hardened in my ass in response.
Trent’s hip went wild, savagely slamming into me hard enough to shove me off the bed. Fortunately, Mason was there to keep that from happening, acting like an anchor.
It was rough, and yet so perfect. I was the luckiest girl in the world. All of those fans wanted to be me, and yet these men were mine alone.
Already close to climax again, I sucked wildly at Nick's massive dong.
“Your mouth is so fucking good, baby!” the alpha grunted as he swelled up, balls crammed against my chin. “I'm gonna rocket in your sweet mouth baby. You ready?”
And then it happened. The alpha roared like a monster as his dick jerk and twitched, filling my mouth with jets of hot cream.
Simultaneously, Mason came with a wild growl and filled my ass, pumping sperm hard into my deep brown hole. There was so much that it overflowed, dripping down my thighs.
But Trent wasn’t going to be left out. “Katy, sweetheart. Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he rumbled, loud enough to rattle my eardrums. And as if on cue, hot male batter spattered inside my sweetest spot, thick and virile.
This was perfection itself. Trent’s viscous cream gushed from my cunt, Mason's milk drizzled out of my ass, and Nick's jizz dripped down the sides of my mouth. I came again, lifted to the highest heights as the men owned my all.
Because I was safe with my Alphas.
I was home.
This was what I needed, and the encounter with Darren only highlighted how far I’d come. No longer was I a shy teen with low self-esteem, just one step away to giving it all to an undeserving prick. Instead, now I had my three alphas, men whom the whole world desired. They could have anyone, from the most beautiful supermodels to the hottest female singers. And yet in an incredible turn of events, Nick, Mason and Trent desired me, the curvy girl. They wanted Katy Baxter with the sweet smile and innocent ways.
How did I get so lucky? There was no discernible reason, but at that moment, I wasn’t about to question my good fortune. So with a satisfied smile, my form relaxed, filled with elation, happiness, and the rosy glow of contentment. Because sometimes, things go your way unexpectedly … and right now, I was the lucky girl.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Katy
My life was so perfect. There was no way that it could get better. The soft sheets caressed my tender flesh as I rolled over in the big bed with my eyes closed. Sticky thighs brushed together. Thick juice dripped from between them in a lazy rush. My sore asshole clenched up and I groaned, filled from head to toe with pleasure.
Alpha Prime’s New York concert was over and we didn't leave the city until the next day. Maybe we all could go for a walk around New York. The band and I would eat hotdogs and gaze at clouds. It was cold but the sun was bright in Central Park.
The four of us all together.
A sigh escaped my chest as I breathed in the smell of our sex still heavy in the air. Being close to my men was like heaven, sheer pleasure personified.
Because Mason, Trent, and Nick came to my rescue when I needed them the most. The way they touched me had to mean they had feelings for me. Otherwise, why would they bother?
Tender yet powerful emotions rushed through me.
For Nick, my gloomy rock god with a soft side very few people saw.
For Mason, fun, reliable, and sexy as hell.
For Trent, the one who loved the spotlight and interviews, and the frenzy of nightclub VIP rooms. Still, he gave all that up night after night to be with us in the hotel room.
Whether we were making love, talking, or just quietly enjoying each other's company, I wanted to be with them.
Electric realization tingled through my fingers, up into my arms, and settled like a warm blanket on my chest.
Love. I'm in love with Alpha Prime. It can't be anything else.
My eyes flew open and I sat up in the bed to tell them.
But the oversized bed was empty. In fact, they weren’t anywhere in the room.
My brows lowered in disappointment.
What in the world? Where could they be?
All three of them were gone. Anxiety replaced the excitement of moments before. Fear trickled down my spine. I twisted around, checking the three other pillows a note, some sign that they would be returning soon.
There was nothing there.
Frantic, I dug under the pillows, threw the sheets aside, looked over the side of the bed in case the paper was blown away when they closed the door behind them. My breasts heaved with exertion.
Still nothing.
Before long, I was almost hyperventiliating with anxiety. Panic attacks were something that affected me in high school. Suddenly, they were back. Red-faced, I crawled on my hands and knees all over the gigantic bed searching for something that I knew wasn't there.
Calm down. You're going crazy for no reason!
Yet, the desperation wasn't going anywhere. Practically wheezing now, I stumbled out of the bed and fell with a loud thud to the carpet. My tits bounced everywhere and my hair fell into my eyes. I was sure that I looked crazy—like an insane woman even. Only the thought of Mason, Nick and Trent walking in to find me looking this ridiculous got me to my feet.
“Mace!” I went from bedroom to bedroom in the three-room suite but I didn’t find anybody. “Trent? Nicky?”
And the strangest thing greeted me then. Because their closets were empty. No clothes. No guitars. No Alpha Prime. Completely gone, as if the men had never been in the suite.
The trickle of nervousness down my spine was turning into an overwhelming flood. Trembling with cold fear
, I paced around the room, my knees trembling. Bats instead of butterflies battled in my stomach. Grabbing a robe, I ran through the suite one last time in case I missed something. My fears were confirmed. And faced with nothing but more emptiness, I dashed through the connecting door to my own room.
Everything was where I left it.
My clothes, the clipboard with notes for the rest of Alpha Prime's schedule, and the official things my men needed help with.
My alphas. They’re still mine. Right?
Nausea rose up in my throat. Right then and there I thought I was going to be sick. My suspicions had rung true. They had found a new girl, and wanted to leave me with my parents in Brooklyn.
No. Keep it together, Katy. Just chill.
Suddenly, I had a realization. There was someone that could help me: Helena.
She would know what was going on.
In the rock stars’ main bedroom, I grabbed my phone and stumbled to the bed where I'd happily and freely given myself to them. The sheets still smelled like us, the incandescent pleasure mixed with true emotion. So what was going on?
With quivering fingers, I dialed Helena on FaceTime.
Come on, come on! Answer me!
It took forever for her to pick up. Finally, the middle aged woman’s face popped up on the small screen, lips pursed in disapproval. Desperation killed all of the politeness that I usually had.