Amy Redwood - My AlienThreesome

Garrett said something that sounded like “Fuck” but I was distracted as the mattress moved beneath me and Slyte pushed himself to his feet. Lifting my head, I saw him taking off his pants, freeing his erect cock.

Garrett was watching, I could feel his gaze on us.

Slyte had stripped naked and climbed on top of me. There was a mean part in me that hoped Garrett wished he were the one kneeling in front of my face, cock in fist. It gave me an odd satisfaction, making him see me with another man. Payback for leaving me, maybe, but I couldn’t be sure.

My feelings were knotted and impossible to unfurl, and the nudge of Slyte’s cock against my closed lips made my thoughts spiral away. My hips rolled in a constant motion, and I was sure that my eyes were glazed over with a feverish heat.

Slyte stroked himself, the thickness of his cock intimidating. I parted my lips, flicked my tongue to sample a taste, licking at the drops of come glistening at the slit in the head of his cock. I wanted him in my mouth. My hands fisted and unfisted in an attempt to grasp him. But I was still tied up, and all I could do was lift my head to bring myself closer to Slyte’s cock.

He obliged me and shoved his hips forward. When I gagged, he pulled back, giving me just enough of him that I could swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock. He was big, both in length and in girth, and he controlled his movements, careful that he didn’t push in too far down my throat.

I sucked him harder, lifting my head to take him deeper. I wanted him to fuck my mouth less gently, wanted a raw, brutal act that would pacify the sex-crazed monster within me. Or, oh please , if he would only push his thick cock inside my pussy. The image was vivid enough to make me groan out. I tried to bring my thighs together but was once more reminded that I was tied up.

Slyte’s breath came faster, his thrusts grew deeper, ragged. No wonder he was close, I was sucking him as if my life depended on it. Slyte trembled as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He spoke to me, words I didn’t understand, but Garrett would.

“What did he say?” I opened my eyes, turned my head, caught Garrett’s gaze while Slyte adjusted his position to trace his cock along my breasts.

“He said that you have the sweetest mouth he’s ever fucked.” Garrett stood next to the bed, his posture rigid, thunder in his dark eyes.

“Does that bother you?” I whispered as Slyte moved down the length of my body, his lips closing around my nipple. “Do you wish it were you with me?”

“Yes,” he said, “to both questions. I get that you need to have sex with someone you trust though. And right now, that someone isn’t me.” He disappeared from my view as if he didn’t want me to look at him. But I’d seen the longing in his eyes, recognized it because I’d seen it before.

I’d tried to make Garrett come with my mouth that night we shared together. But I’d sucked slowly and taken my time, drawn it out. When I’d finally teased him close, he’d repaid me in kind before he’d spread my legs and pushed himself in me.

The next morning, he was gone. I’d lost my partner and my lover of one night—and all he’d had to say was I’m sorry written on a note, proving that he was just another commitment-phobic guy and no better than all the other losers I’d ever met. But I had felt loved that night. I had felt at one with him. He’d made me feel treasured and cherished—and that had been his worst crime. I couldn’t forgive his pretending that he loved me back.

I shut my eyes, banishing the memory.

Slyte had worked his way up my body again, his knees on either side of my torso, his cock brushing my mouth as he leaned over me. I opened for him, took him between my lips. He began to thrust in steady strokes, not too deep but enough to make me groan out in pleasure of being used in an act so sexual.

I knew Garrett was still in the room, even though I couldn’t see him, but I let out a muffled yelp when he touched me. My thighs were spread, my pussy probably glistening with my juices, and he had just cupped me there. I hadn’t asked him to touch me, hadn’t begged, so I guess I’d sort of won our bet.

I loved Slyte’s cock in my mouth, but I didn’t love Slyte. Knowing that Garrett couldn’t keep his hands off me lifted my heart. I wanted all he was willing to give. For this moment, my hurt feelings weren’t an issue. And my mind tipped just this side of insanity when I sensed that he’d moved between my legs.

Anyone walking in on us would get the wrong impression. A naked woman tied up on all four limbs to the bed, one male fucking her mouth while another kneeled between her spread thighs.

Garrett ran his fingertips up my bare thighs, shattering my concerns for propriety. His touch made the skin on my legs pebble. I could feel the shift in the mattress as he leaned forward and put his tongue to my center. He licked my clit. The effect it had was immediate and violent. I bowed away from the bed, but my yell was stifled by Slyte’s cock.

When he slid two fingers inside my pussy, my internal muscles grasped him. My heart beat a mile a minute, making cardiac arrest a distinct possibility. Licking me again, long and slow and with apparent delight, he sent me into another orgasm. I vaguely remembered that he’d told me that I mustn’t get too excited, but I didn’t want him to stop.

The air was filled with the sound of Slyte’s hard breath. He pulled out of my mouth, jerked his cock in his fist before he pushed between my lips again. I could feel him thicken and twitch against my tongue. He pumped his hips, gave a rough shout as his come jetted down my throat. I swallowed, had no choice in the matter, and was too needy to be bothered that the man I loved witnessed how I sucked off another man. Slyte pulled out, lowered himself to give me a deep kiss, whispering sweet little nothings—at least that was my best guess.

I surely had a sated smile plastered on my face, and again my mind was clear, not crazed with lust. If I understood the drink’s effects correctly, then my orgasms worked in my favor. The more I came, the faster I’d shed the drink’s arousing qualities.

Slyte stretched out beside me, his hands wandering lazily along the curves of my body. It was nice, having his constant attention. And it gave me a good view of Garrett sitting at the end of the bed. His chest wasn’t as smooth as Slyte’s but showed a dusting of hair. But his skin glowed in almost the same coloring, if on the lighter shade of copper. I’d just figured out why Garrett spoke Slyte’s language.

“You are half Dezrian, aren’t you?”

He nodded, offering no other explanation.

It shouldn’t hurt that he had kept that from me. Was there anything that I hadn’t told him about me? No, there wasn’t. But if I remembered correctly, he’d been the one asking me question after question during the long hours of flight on board my ship.

Before I’d met him, I was an independent contractor for the confederation, flying the odd mission, when my space glider went kaput after a rough landing. Without the cash flow for replacement parts, I needed a new loan—or a partner.

No one answered my call for a partner who would be willing to chip into the repairs except Garrett. And I had taken one long, hard look at the seasoned pilot, heard about his connections to the private sector, which meant higher-paying contracts, to know that I’d found the perfect business partner.

In hindsight, I should have wondered why he thought I would be a good partner for him . He had money, a reputation as a badass and, as I later found out, friends in high places.

I was broke, had no connections to speak of and was always a little less articulate when I was around him. But he’d said he wanted a break from high-risk jobs, wanted a steadier life, so I hadn’t questioned my stroke of luck. And, true to his word, he got us easy but lucrative contracts.