Authors: Astrid Lee Donovan
And then the pressure exploded.
Her hips bucked upward to meet his probing fingers, her cunt clenching and releasing around them, a flood of juices spilling onto his palm, her clit vibrating with pleasure as her body seemed to suddenly lift, weightless, into a world of pure and ecstatic bliss. Her fingers, buried in Cage’s hair, dug into his scalp, pressing him hard against her, never wanting the sensation to end, feeling Tanner’s hot breath against her flesh, his hands gently rolling over her breasts now, enhancing her climax with their warm stillness.
When, at last, she came down, her body slumped slightly, panting, a sheen of sweat on her flesh. Her fingers released Cage’s head and he lunged upward, grabbing her chin and pulling her to his lips. She could taste herself on him, strangely delicious, strangely arousing, her spent body reacting to his demanding tongue, the way he now held her roughly, in contrast to the gentleness he’d just showed.
“Now it’s our turn,” Tanner growled into her ear, his own sweet tone darkening. With the sound of zippers, both men were suddenly exposed, and Marla gasped. They were both impressively equipped; Tanner’s cock was slightly darker than Cage’s, the head purplish where Cage’s was pink.
As Cage pulled away from the kiss, his hands fell to her waist, and she felt herself moved with surprising ease, flipping through the air to land on her knees in front of the couch. Her wet, dripping pussy and pert, tight ass were on full display, and Cash’s hands moved down her sides, savouring the reaction from her shivering flesh.
“Can you give as good as you can get?” Tanner growled, moving so that she was positioned between his legs. She experienced a brief flash of fear as she realized she was going to have to, somehow, fit his cucumber-sized cock into her mouth.
And you’re going to love it,
said a voice in her head, a new voice, something she’d never quite experienced before.
“I’ll try,” she said, surprising herself again at the lascivious tone in her voice.
Where is all this coming from,
she wondered. Before she could ruminate further, though, she uttered a gasp. She could feel Cage’s cock pressing against her slit; he grabbed her hips and pulled her up slightly, opening her for him.
Cage’s arm snaked around her waist and found her clit once more, even more sensitive now that she’d come once. She moaned and found herself pressing back against him. His other hand moved upwards, grabbing at one of her breasts, all the while inching himself into her, spreading her wide, almost to the point where she thought she might break in two.
Meanwhile, Tanner’s hand found its way to the back of her head, and he pulled her forward. Obligingly, she opened her mouth to take him in, starting by licking a circle around the head. He moaned, and the sound only inspired her further. She took a bit more in, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Cage slipping in even further, filling her up in a way Todd had never been able to.
She moaned around Tanner’s cock, her spit lubricating it so she could take a bit more in at a time. Cage’s finger on her clit stroked the side, bringing alive that same buzzing heat. She ran her tongue along the underside of Tanner’s cock, her dream come true, the sensation of being filled in two holes at once even more amazing than she thought it would be.
I’m a slut,
she thought, the degrading thought only turning her on more.
I’m a little slut…
She nearly bit down on Tanner’s cock as Cage plunged into her, all of him suddenly engulfed in her wet cunt, his finger stroking her clit speeding up slightly. Regaining herself, Marla began to bob up and down on Tanner’s cock, his hand on her head tightening until she realized he was controlling her pace, controlling her.
His hips began to rock upwards, and she let him fuck her mouth, her tongue wildly stroking every inch she could while Cage began to thrust into her steadily, keeping time to the music playing. His hand moved back from her breast to her hip, then to her ass, grabbing a handful of flesh and kneading it.
“That’s fucking good,” Tanner said through gritted teeth. The way he looked down at her, all animalistic and hungry, was almost more than she could bear. She felt herself possessed by the men, their own personal pleasure toy, and found that the idea turned her on the more she let it linger in her mind.
Closing her eyes, she felt Tanner’s cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, breathing raggedly through her nose. His thrusts were getting faster, harder, and she felt her throat constricting, her body begging for breath even as it begged for more – to be filled deeper, harder, on both ends. Cage was slamming into her now relentlessly, his finger on her clit almost a blur as he stroked her, her body so filled with him that her hips was almost catatonic. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to climax.
“Fuck, yeah,” Cage growled. Tanner grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed his cock into her throat.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” he said, “and you’re gonna swallow it all.”
Marla’s muffled moaning served as her agreement, and she felt him thrust upwards one last time, somehow forcing himself even further down her raw throat, his hot, salty cum hitting her mouth and filling her to the point she might choke. But the feeling of it, of being drowned in his cum, was all she needed, and when Cage slammed into her from behind, she felt herself lose all control, her back arching violently as her pussy clenched and shivered around his cock, milking it, savouring the feeling of being filled to every inch of herself.
Too soon, though, Cage pulled out violently, and Marla felt hot streams of cum hitting her back, painting her in his pleasure, her legs still shaking. She threw her head back, releasing Tanner’s wilting cock with a ragged gasp.
“Oh, God,” was all she could say as she struggled to regain her composure. She felt her body collapsing and leaned forward, elbows on Tanner’s knees. But he grabbed her up, encircling her waist as she stood, pulling her in and gingerly kissing each of her nipples before seating her on his knee. Cage stood as well, panting. Marla threw her arms around Tanner’s neck and leaned into him, exhausted but still alive with so much pleasure she thought she had some to spare. Cage collapsed on the sofa beside them.
“Wow,” Marla said, feeling stupid for not knowing what else to say. “That was…oh…boy…”
“Boys,” Tanner corrected with a smile, and Marla giggled, even though the joke was stupid.
“What…what now?” She asked, wondering if they’d let her linger long enough to get back to herself a bit, or if it would be all shooing away.
“Well, you can stay the night if you want,” Tanner said from beside her, his hand coming up to brush a sweaty tendril of hair from her cheek. She turned to him in surprise.
“You…you’d want me to stay? I figured you guys…”
“Tanner here thinks he wants to settle down a little,” Cage said with obvious impatience. He leaned in close, then, as though sharing some secret. “And I think he fancies you.”
“Oh,” Marla said. “I thought…I figured…I thought this would just be a one-time…”
“It can be,” Tanner said. “Or you could hang out. Watch more Real Housewives. We can order a pizza, recover…”
Marla was shocked beyond words. She certainly hadn’t expected…this.
“Will you stay the night, too?” She asked Cage, moving herself off his knee, settling in between them on the couch once more.
“Not all night,” he said with a shrug. “But I could hang out for a bit.”
“If you want,” Tanner said, seeming reluctant to admit that he
wanted
her to.
Oh, what the hell,
Marla thought, knowing she was in no shape to drive home anyway.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Once the thought crossed her mind, she looked back and forth at the handsome, cut men on each side of her and smiled. She almost burst out laughing.
It’s not about the worst that could happen,
she thought, reaching out once more to grab one knee in each hand.
It’s about the best…
THE END
DRIVEN BY THE HERO
ALPHA MALE ROMANCE
Chapter One
“Thomas, you have to take off your pyjamas and put on your big boy pants,” Elaine tried to coax patiently between a toothbrush hanging from between her teeth and her free hand holding up Thomas’ ‘big boy’ pants. They were corduroy jeans her mother had bought at the thrift shop down the street. Not that between the two of them they couldn’t afford a decent pair of pants for Thomas, but in a rare display of maturity, her mother had told Elaine to put the money away into Thomas’ college fund.
Those were the first few dollars that had gone into his college fund, and every time Elaine went to buy him new clothes, she’d put away the difference it would have cost her to get them brand new. His college fund was really starting to grow lately, but so was the three-year-old boy. “No,” Thomas told her as he crossed his chubby arms over his small chest.
He wasn’t usually this defiant. Elaine huffed and finished brushing her teeth before she tackled the task of getting her son out of his pajamas and into his pants. He’d had a bath the night before and she didn’t see the need to go through the ordeal again in the morning. She took a wet comb and brushed it through his fine, ash blonde hair that looked identical in color to hers.
The two of them were silent as she pulled her hair back into a bun and allowed a few strands to hang down around her face. When she turned around to see what he was doing, he was sitting on the edge of the tub watching her get ready for work. “Do you want to go see Mr. Jacob?” she asked softly as she held out her arms to him.
“Yes,” her son said a little loudly with excitement. Every time she saw his dark blue eyes light up with his joy, her heart ached a little inside.
He’s so much like his father, Elaine thought as she pulled the love of her life into her arms.
The two of them left the small, lime green bathroom and entered a subdued, beige hallway. Her mother hadn’t gotten around to painting it yet, but soon it would be some bright, tropical color, and Elaine would feel a small piece of her soul cringe. Thomas chatted idly about what he would do with Mr. Jacob. The elderly man next door’s last name was something Russian and hard to pronounce, so Thomas just used his first name. Elaine just called him Jacob.
“You don’t have to take him over there, you know. I’m not going to be too busy today, just one reading.” The woman who had spoken dipped her spoon into her runny grits packed full of brown sugar and pancake syrup and looked up from the crossword puzzle she was trying to solve.
“I don’t know why you look at those things,” Elaine said as she set Thomas down and fetched him breakfast. As she was smearing a hefty portion of banana across his Egos, Priscilla snuck him a few spoonfuls of her grits. Her daughter was her spitting image with shorter hair and longer legs. The two of them shared the same ash blonde hair and gray eyes, along with their tendency to burn in the sun rather than tan.
“Because if I keep my brain active, I won’t turn into an incoherent Frankenstein when I’m older,” Priscilla said in a baby voice as she fed Thomas a few more bites of her grits. By the time Elaine was finished making him a healthy breakfast of whole wheat waffles topped with banana, he was halfway full of sugary, syrupy grits.
“I don’t think there is a coherent Frankenstein,” Elaine shot back as she set down Thomas’ breakfast in front of him and put her hand on her hip. “Mom,” she chastised quietly, “I told you I don’t want him eating that stuff. It’ll make him too hyper for Jacob to handle and-” she stopped mid-sentence and narrowed her eyes.
The gleam in Priscilla’s eyes told her everything. Her mother had been planning to make Thomas a handful so she could spend the day with him instead of Jacob. It was almost a daily occurrence, and Elaine had grown tired of fighting about it. She finished off the second half of Thomas’ waffles when he wouldn’t eat the rest and kissed her mother on the cheek before she grabbed her purse off the coat rack by the kitchen door.
“I’ll be back around four. Good luck with the reading.”
“I won’t need it, but Janice might,” Priscilla called after her daughter with amusement in her voice.
“What’s Frankenstein?” Thomas’ small voice rose up from beside her as he walked and Elaine reached down her hand to take his. She relished the feel of his small, pink fingers wrapped reassuringly around hers.
“He’s a big, scary monster. Maybe we’ll watch the movie when you’re a little older.” Elaine readjusted her purse on her arm and knelt down at the bottom of Jacob’s stairs to say goodbye to Thomas. He gave her a sloppy, syrupy kiss on the cheek and she pulled him in for a tight hug. “Now, you’re going to behave today and not break Jacob’s lamp, right?” Thomas gave a weak nod and avoided her gaze. “Alright, now go have some fun.”
He climbed the stairs by himself and walked up to Jacob sitting in his rocking chair on his screened in porch. Elaine waved when he smiled at her and raised his cup of chai. It was never coffee.
“Good morning,” he called out to her. Elaine watched the sun glint off his bright, white hair and returned the sentiment.
Her walk to work was only three blocks away from the townhome she lived in with her mother, and on a bright, sunny morning like the one she was currently in, it was a pleasure. The dark days of winter were far out of sight and the trees were full of light green leaves. Few cars passed through the streets as most everyone in town walked to their destination. It was only two square miles, so there wasn’t far of a distance to go when one wanted to get somewhere. Overall, it was a nice, small town.
Rarely anything bad happened in Hunts, Pennsylvania. If someone had asked Elaine two years ago if anything bad happened, she would have respond that nothing ever bad happened, but something had happened. And it’d changed her life forever.