Protein Shake

by Alexis Angel

  Let’s see what you’re hiding under that boxer brief of yours, Colt.

  I grab his underwear, pushing it down his legs in one swift movement. His cock jumps out at once - it’s thick, a small web of blue veins around his unbelievable length, and it’s pulsing with unbridled desire.

  “Not bad,” I smirk at him, curling my fingers around the root of his shaft. He almost growls at me as I say it - Colt can’t take a backhanded compliment, and I can tell the gears inside his testosterone-filled brain are already turning, trying to see if I’m comparing him with Ethan.

  He’s right. I am indeed comparing the two of them - just not in the way he thinks. I’m comparing them because they’re both in a whole new level. These two have the biggest cocks I have ever seen in my whole life. I couldn’t be gladder I got them in a trade - now that was a bargain.

  I start stroking him, taking one hand all the way up his length, and then making the same climb with my other hand. I go like that for a while, tugging on his member with both my hands in a flowing motion. His hips rock slightly forwards, telling me how he yearns to put his hardness inside of my mouth.

  I can do that. I’ll just do it my way.

  I let my hands go up to his stomach and I grab at his shirt, tugging on it sideways and making the buttons jump with a popping sound and scatter on the floor. He takes it out as I hurry down to his pants and boxer briefs and push them completely down his legs. Before he can step out of them, I grab him by the waist and push him down onto the couch, right next to me. He grins at me as I position myself on top of him, taking his shoes off and throwing them away; he kicks off his pants then, and I take a whole second to marvel at the perfect naked specimen laying down on my couch.

  We’re cramped on the couch, my body crouched next to his side as he remains lying down, but I don’t care. Cramped works just fine.

  I lean into him, parting my lips and taking his glans inside of my mouth. I feel him exhale in pleasure, and I flick my tongue against his tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements. His hands go to my head and he pushes me down with an almost anxious eagerness. I don’t even bother resisting his pressure - I want to feel that thickness of his inside my mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it. Going down his length, I push myself as hard as I can, straining to fit him all inside of my mouth. I pull back slowly the moment I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock. I’m progressing, it seems - I’ve had some practice with Ethan, after all.

  Wrapping my fingers around his member, I start bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue at his cock as I suck on it. His breathing is growing rougher with each bob of my head and I up the pace, stroking him while I suck.

  Letting go of my head, his fingers slide down my neck and go around my waist, caressing my inner thighs. I push my knees slightly apart, allowing him to place his hand on top of my pussy, one finger of his immediately finding the way to my clitoris. He doesn’t waste time - with his cock lodged deep inside my mouth, he slides one finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out and a furious pace. I sway my hips as he does it, my throat vibrating with a moan that can’t escape my lips because of his massive cock.

  I like his fingers inside of me almost as much as I relish having him in my mouth. But there’s something else that we can do - something better.

  I grab his hand and make him take his fingers out; then, I pop his cock out of my mouth and jump on top of him, my back turned to his face. Realizing what I’m about to do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, his mouth fitting right below my dripping pussy. I ease myself down softly, allowing his tongue to part my labia and jab in and out of me quickly, one hand of his going around my waist and pressing down on my clitoris.

  My pussy on his face, I lean forwards, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth. I let it slide inside of me in a hurry, his burning flesh rolling over my tongue hastily. I suck on him as hard as I can, cupping and caressing his balls with one hand. God, even his balls are huge - it seems like I’m playing with tennis balls.

  I try to focus on what I’m doing, but it’s harder than it seems. He keeps flicking his tongue at me, thrusting with it and then sliding it all along my slit, all while he rubs on my clit with the dexterity of a true master. We’re pleasing each other with our mouths - my pussy in his mouth, his cock in mine - and it’s absolutely amazing. And what makes it even better is that we’re doing on the same couch I rode Ethan until I came. Thinking of that only makes me sway my hips against his face harder, all the muscles in my body tensing up as a nocked arrow.

  Just like that, I take his cock out of my mouth and let a high-pitched scream tumble out of my mouth and fill the whole room. I grab his knees hard, arching my back as a jolt of mind numbing electricity runs through my spine. I’m coming hard and, fuck, he doesn’t ease up. He keeps licking me, his fingers hooked on my hips and keeping me in place. I tremble in ecstasy like a madwoman until I can’t take it anymore; I roll to the side, closing my eyes and breathing hard.

  “Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” I hear him say, and I can almost picture the mocking grin he has on his face. I open my eyes and turn to him - and yes, there it is, that smirk of his.

  “Oh, let’s see who’s tired when I’m done with you,” I jab back at him, narrowing my eyes while my lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.

  “Let’s see, then.” He sits up on the couch and before I can even catch my breath, he has me laying down. My legs are parting before my rational mind can even process what’s happening, Colt fitting right between them. Grabbing his cock, he leans into me and rubs its fat head against my pussy, slapping it down against my clitoris in a way that makes me bite down my lip.

  I buck my hips at him, but he keeps on rubbing his cock against my labia, each coming and going motion of his placing his glans deeper inside of me.

  “Want me to do it?” He teases me, whispering in my ear. “Beg for it.” Beg? Oh, he doesn’t know me at all. I nibble at his ear, tracing its contour with the tip of my tongue.

  “There’s one thing you should know about me, Colt,” I whisper into his ear, lacing my legs on his lower back while I bury my fingernails right behind his neck; I pull him into me with such harshness that he has no other option but to sheath his cock up to the hilt inside of me. I grit my teeth, trying not to scream as his thickness strains against my walls.

  “Don’t you fucking tell me you’re a virgin,” he growls.

  I laugh. This isn’t some first time romance. “No,” I say. “I was going to tell you that you should know that I never beg.”

  “Oh, after I’m done you’ll beg for more,” he growls, straining against my hold and pulling his cock out before ramming it all the way in again. Cocky bastard - I love it.

  With one hand under my neck and the other holding me by the waist, he starts to thrust at me furiously, his thickness completely ravaging my inner walls. God, even after fucking Ethan I still can’t get used to how mind bending it feels to have a cock so large and thick inside of me. Where have these two men been all of my life?

  He fucks me without any mercy, his cock pounding into me so fast and hard I can’t even tell if it’s coming or going. And who cares about that anyway? All that matters is that it’s inside of me, right where it belongs.

  I can’t hold on much longer. My mind is going blank, each trust of his choking down all rational thoughts on my brain - it doesn’t take long for my body to start burning up, a river of volcanic pleasure coursing through my veins in boiling ecstasy.

  “Oh, my --” I stop mid-sentence, a scream erupting out of me as I climax again, my legs letting go of him and kicking against the couch in uncontrollable ecstasy. I scream and moan, my muscles feeling numb as electric pleasure starts to pool inside of me, filling me up to the brim.

  Colt stops thrusting, and I feel him pulling out of me - oh, no, we’re not done here yet. I summon all of my strength and lock him in place with my legs again, forcing him deep inside of my
pussy. “Don’t you dare to fucking stop!”, I almost snarl at him.

  He grins at me, and I can see that he’s on the verge of laughing.

  “Stop? Babe, I’m just starting,” he snorts, ramming his cock inside of me so hard I can’t help but scream again. Like a machine, he starts pounding me at a frantic pace - I’m laying back, just bucking my hips at him, and I can already feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead. He keeps it up, his rhythm an endless crescendo - the man is like a machine, completely unable of understanding the meaning behind the word “tired”.

  Soon enough I’m screaming hard and making my throat grow sore, fireworks going off behind my eyelids and blinding me to the whole world. Two orgasms in rapid succession and he tells me he’s just starting? Well, Mr. Stackford, seems like you are living up to the hype.

  I let him pull out of me now, my fingernails scratching at the thick ropes of muscles on his back as he sits up. Damn, I can’t get tired of him. I sit back up too, climbing on top of him fast. I motion to grab his cock, but before I can do it he grabs me by the ass and stands up, lifting me up as he does it. Reacting by instinct, I wrap my legs behind his back and place both my arms over his shoulders.

  “Did Ethan fuck you this hard?” He asks me - he wants me to tell him that no, he’s the best that I’ve ever had, but I’m not giving him that satisfaction. It’s not like I could pick between the two of them anyway. God, why can’t I have both?

  “Are you going to fuck me or keep thinking of Ethan?” I snap back at him, fully knowing that I’m driving him completely crazy. Without replying, he eases me down and lets his cock push against my inner folds, his length sliding inside of me slowly, each inch of his feeding into me in the most delicious way.

  This is how you tame a beast as wild as Colt - you show him who’s in charge. A man like him gets to fuck every woman he wants to, and he has them at his feet before and after. But I’m not just any woman: I’m Julianna Heaton, and I don’t take the backseat for anyone. I’m always the one behind the wheel. I don’t care if it’s Ethan or Colt, I’m the boss.

  With his hands cupping my ass, he makes me bounce up and down on his cock, his rock hard biceps glistening with sweat as he holds me. I rock my hips back and forth too, relishing the feeling of his cock rolling over my folds and piercing me with the fury of an exploding star.

  I buck my hips harder and harder, both my hands running through his hair and disheveling it. I let my legs ease up their hold, and I move them slightly lower, right over his ass. Still with his cock in me, he goes down to his knees and, like a leopard during heat, I claw at his pectorals and push him down to the ground. I grab his hands and take them to my breasts as I start grinding against him, bucking my hips furiously while never allowing his cock to slide more than an inch out of my pussy.

  I throw my head back and close my eyes, savoring the moment while Colt squeezes hard on my nipples. Taking a deep breath, I lean into him, long locks of hair falling down my shoulders, and he raises his head towards me; I lower myself even more, allowing him to wrap his lips around one aching nipple of mine. He sucks tenderly, nibbling at it with the right amount of harshness. It seems that Colt can even make an art out of nipple-sucking - God not only gave him athletic skills, he actually made him his own gift to women. And what a gift

  I bounce up and down, my buttocks slapping on his thighs over and over again, the sound of flesh on flesh making me purr with delight. I raise my knees then, planting the sole of my feet on the floor by his side, squatting down on top of him as the tip of his cock presses against my G-spot. I jump on top of him in a fever, drops of sweat running down my back.

  With a lazy smile on my lips, I look into his eyes.

  “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I merely say, getting up and allowing his cock to slide out of me. I turn my back to him and, swaying my hips almost too lewdly as I go, I walk across the living room and into the corridor. The door to my bedroom is open, so I simple wink at him in a “come and get me” fashion and step inside the room. I don’t know why, but I want Colt to fuck me in the same places Ethan did. Call it a whim, call it whatever you want - it feels wrong, and that just makes it so damn right.

  I don’t bother with the bed, though. I simply face the wall, planting my hands there and jutting my ass back, waiting for Colt to come into the room. I don’t have to wait long - two seconds after I assume my stance, he barges into the room, his hard cock still glistening with my juices. In two wide steps he’s on me, swatting my ass with the back of his hand. He slides his long fingers under my buttocks, caressing the crest of my wet pussy and getting it ready for the final play. I can’t wait for his game-winning thrusts to completely demolish me and send me spinning down into oblivion.

  Colt grabs his cock and, after pushing its fat head under my ass and against my pussy, he hooks his fingers on my hips.

  One thrust. Just one thrust and he has me screaming like a banshee. He pierced me so fast and so harshly that I felt long flames of a blinding fire travel up from my pussy towards the base of my skull. My skin is all prickled, my body shuddering out of control.

  He fucks me hard, there’s no other way to put it. He fucks me like every woman should be fucked, at least once in a lifetime. I don’t know for how long he does it - time seems like such a petty concept when someone is fucking you like this - but by the time I come to my senses, it feels like all of my muscles are being prickled by thousands of small needles of intense electrifying pleasure.

  “Fuck!” I shout out, my body convulsing as I come hard. Body, mind, soul - everything in me has been obliterated by Colt’s relentless cock. Hell, I want nothing more than to let myself fall to the floor and collapse from exhaustion; but I have a responsibility: I can’t let a man that has fucked me like this to get out of my penthouse with a complaint lodged between his lips. No way.

  I stand up, his cock sliding out of me in a single movement, and turn to him. I don’t even give him a second: before he knows it, I’m on my knees, my lips wrapped once again around his cock. I move my head as fast as I can, my tongue savoring the taste of my own pussy, matching that rhythm with the stroking of my hand.

  It doesn’t take long.

  He grabs my head harshly, the muscles in his body bulging as he grunts hard, the sound of it almost like a threat. I pull back out fast, getting ready for what’s about to come - and I mean that pretty literally.

  He cums like a fountain, semen gushing out of him in an endless torrent. I open my mouth wide, allowing thick strands of it to fall straight on my tongue, coating it with that salty and manly flavor of his. I look straight into his eyes, enjoying his look of pure delight as his cock keeps twitching hard in his hand, his white juice now splattering all over my face and tits.

  With his teeth gritted, he keeps holding his cock while it gives its final spasms. When it’s over, he lets go of his still hard member and looks at me with a grin on his lips.

  “Seems like you really know how to use that thing,” I tell him, nodding at his cock. Colt already has an ego big enough, though, and I don’t want to add to it. Well, there’s nothing better than a bit of truth to help keep someone like that in check. “Just like Ethan.”

  “I must have really fucked your brains out,” he laughs, “for you to be comparing me to him.”

  Maybe it’s just my imagination, but I almost think I saw his cock twitch when I mentioned Ethan. Could it be…? Whatever’s going on between these two, it’s more than rivalry.

  Either way, these two are something else entirely. They are a force of nature - you can try to tame them, but you better know what you're getting yourself into. Lucky for me, I know exactly what I'm doing. You don't get to own a team like the New York Nailers if you’re not tough and smart enough. That's why I can fuck the best two players in the league and still keep everyone reigned in. That’s me, Julianna Heaton.

  I get to my feet then, turning my back to Colt. I can see a light flashing fast in the building next to my own, almost as if someo
ne is snapping pictures. Paparazzi? Fuck, can’t these guys ever have enough? Either way, I have no way of knowing… And even if it’s the goddamn paparazzi, who the hell cares?

  “I’m going to have a shower. Feel free to leave,” I tell Colt offhandedly. I know I’m pissing him off, and I’m doing that deliberately. Has Colt ever had any woman dismiss him like that? I bet he hasn’t. And that’s exactly why I do it - oh, I just know he won’t be able to take me off his head for the next few days.

  “Are you fucking serious?”

  “I’m always fucking serious… babe,” I say with a wink. I reach down and see my black lace thong on the floor.

  “Here,” I say picking up at the sopping wet fabric and tossing it to him. “Souvenir.”

  I step inside my private bathroom and lock the door, the sound of the lock turning pretty much cutting the conversation short.

  I have to be honest, I wouldn’t mind if he stayed longer… But I just can’t let him so close, so fast. People are fucked up, and too much trust always ends up biting you in the ass. Better like this.

  A few minutes after, I hear the door to my penthouse slam shut as Colt leaves, and I step inside the shower, the scalding water lapping at my skin and washing away all the sweat and cum.

  Colt Stackford, Ethan Blake. In just one week, these two guys have completely taken my body and mind by assault. Now, you might think I’m torn between the two of them… But I never really liked hard choices... I’m pretty greedy, you know?

  I want it all.

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