Amy Redwood - My AlienThreesome

“And now you’ve found me.”

“Yes, and a few days sooner than I’d hoped for too. Imagine my surprise spotting you across the room. And the next thing I see is you drinking that stuff.”

My thoughts blurred for a second as Slyte pulled me into him, his cock slipping between my legs. My slick pussy coated his length, making it impossible to keep my hips still. I rocked against him, his cock teasing my clit. I slid my hand between my thighs, touching him, touching myself.

Garrett lifted his arm, touched my cheeks with his finger. “You’re all flushed and heated.”

I gazed into Garrett’s dark eyes, my emotions impossible to sort out. Anger and love, sadness and lust, all mixed up in one. When I let out a long moan, my stomach a tight knot of tension, my fingers working my clit faster, Garrett spoke up. While I didn’t understand his words, I thought I detected an exasperated tone to it.

Slyte gathered my arms behind my back and clamped one big hand around my wrists. I struggled against my sudden loss of freedom. Both moved closer until I was trapped between their bodies. All that hardness pressing against me did nothing to calm my too fast breath.

“Relax,” Garrett said, “you’re still a hot mess, but we’ll take care of you.” He brought his nose closer to mine, his tongue teasing me to part my lips. “My love,” he whispered before he deepened his kiss.

He tasted hot and dangerous and with the promise of future heartbreak. I wrapped one leg around his calf, arching upward. But he was lying to me, wasn’t he? No way was his story true. It couldn’t be. It would mean that he hadn’t really dumped me. That he’d planned to come back to me. It would mean that he loved me—and that was certainly too difficult a concept to grasp right now. All I did was feel and take and wish for more.

I kissed Garrett, duelling with his tongue for dominance because we were both eager to explore each other. I let him win, softened against him. His kisses were long and deep, lazy in his delight to explore my mouth and tongue and the edge of my teeth.

Slyte still held my arms behind my back, making touching myself impossible. I forgave him this cruelty because he thrust his cock between my folded hands. It surprised me how turned-on it made me, giving him an involuntarily handjob. He was slick with oil, and I gave him a tighter grip, his cock moving smoothly between the palms of my hands.

Playfully, Garrett nipped into my bottom lip, moved lower, closed his mouth around a nipple and sucked while Slyte’s oil-slicked cock pumped into my hands. I came, stunning myself, but the pull at my breast gave me a sharp orgasm that left me breathless for a second. It wasn’t enough, though for once, my heart didn’t feel as if it would explode. I wanted, needed to be fucked. No more fooling around.

“Garrett,” I said. “I’m feeling a whole lot better.”

“That’s great, Chiara ,” he said, clearly not believing any of it. “You just came because I sucked on your nipple.”

“No, I didn’t,” I said, lying through my teeth. “But I want you inside me now.”

He searched my face, placed his hand on my chest, evidently checking my heartbeat. But I could see it in his dilated pupils. He wanted me as much as I him. And Slyte behind me was making me crazy, even though he’d stopped thrusting into my hands and he loosened the hold on my wrists. My lower back was slippery from the oil and my ass rubbed sensually against the hardness of his cock. The Dezrian wouldn’t deny me, I was sure. Arching my back, I pressed tighter against his cock, hoping that my movement spoke for itself. I lusted for one male and I was in love with the other. Both were in bed with me, naked and aroused.

And I knew exactly what it would take to get the drink out of my system.

“Garrett,” I said, my voice husky. “Do you remember how you made love to me?”

“Thought about it for every damn night in the last weeks,” he answered roughly. “But we have to take it slow.” His hand rested on my waist and he gripped me painfully tight, telling me better than anything else how much he wanted me in return.

“Feel how wet I am for you,” I whispered, and moaned when he did. His hand cupped my mound, too gently. “Slip a finger inside me, please.” Curse me if I couldn’t seduce him.

While I watched Garrett’s struggle with his needs and his apprehension, I grasped Slyte’s cock and directed him between my legs. I remembered how good his thick cock had felt inside my mouth. I shivered to think how intense it would be if he fucked my ass. I held on to that thought, hoping that the Dezrian would pick up on it.

I closed my eyes, swallowing a moan. He had picked up on it. Concentrating on the invading feel of a finger slippery with oil against my anus, I felt my eyes pop open as he pushed smoothly in, his grunt one of satisfaction. The thick head of a cock replaced the finger. He pushed slowly in and I pushed back, a cry on my lips as he stretched me. His hand grasped around my hip, steadying me as he thrust his oiled cock deeper in my ass. His breath came hard against my neck. I reveled in this raw act, in the carnal connection to him. It satisfied me in a primal way.

I directed my gaze at Garrett, who undoubtedly knew that I had encouraged Slyte into giving me what I wanted.

“I need this,” I said, pleading, hoping he’d understand. “But I need you too.”

“I understand,” Garrett said, but a muscle in his jaw twitched. “I want you to have all you need, from whoever can give it to you.” His mouth pressed to a thin line, but his chest rose and fell with a quickened breath. “But it’s not easy to watch you with him. As I said, I don’t like to share the woman I love.”

“I want you both,” I whispered, my breathing ragged. “I want to feel you both inside me. Do it, Garrett, do it, please. I need you.” I closed my hand around his cock, hot and heavy against my palm. At that moment, making love with him was worth dying for.

“Angle your hips,” Garrett said and clasped his hand around my thigh, lifted my leg, showed me what he meant. He moved so close to me his breath blew strands of hair across my forehead.

Doubts rose in me as the thick head of his cock nudged against my pussy. How could I possibly fit both in me? Both were large, Slyte already stretched me wide. I bit my lip as Garrett clamped his hand around my butt cheek, arched me farther toward him. Slyte pulled slightly out of me, wrapped his hand around my thigh to lift it and spread me for Garrett. My pussy was slick and welcoming, drenched with my juices, but he didn’t slide in slowly. He thrust hard up, drove his cock deep into my core.

My breath left my body in a whosh and I convulsed around him, my pussy clamping down on his cock. When I’d stopped shaking, Slyte moved his hips, thrusting deeper into my ass again. Our legs were tangled, all lines were crossed. And Garrett did this for me, gave me what I begged of him. Thanking him seemed such a silly thing to do. When both men began moving, fucking me in slow strokes, I heard Garrett whisper that I was so tight, that I felt so fucking good. It made me sure that thanks weren’t necessary, but I was damn grateful anyway.

I clung to his shoulder, the feeling of both men buried so deep within me driving away my last rational thought. Slyte moved smoothly in and out, each thrust of him making my eyes widen at the intensity. And Garrett fucked my pussy in long strokes, each thrust stretching me further. It was a dance of giving and taking and soon I was lost in the sound of flesh meeting flesh, our breath and my own moans.

Slyte’s slammed his cock into my ass and I took each stroke greedily. Knowing both males could feel each other within me sent my own lust to a new level of arousal. I clenched around Garrett’s cock, relishing how unsteady his breath came. “Do it harder,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back.”