What?
Pain? Me?
But yes, I craved it.
I could envision them holding me down and torturing me with the slow and steady press of their thick cocks in all my holes, tight and small. Oooh yeah. I squirmed against the wall, panties now sopping with juices.
How do they always get me so wet? When they’re not even here?
Because even with the potential pain, I wanted them. Over and over and over again.
The coolness of the wall pressed into my bare back. I should have been sleeping, but it was impossible.
Only an hour had passed since they teased me with the thick length of their dicks—rubbing against my softness while dripping pre-cum onto my curves. I’d begged them shamelessly to fuck me, but they’d laughed, making me shiver with ecstasy again and again.
And yet, my mind just wouldn’t settle down.
Which one of my alphas is best? I really can’t be sure.
They were all so kind—sexy too. I loved Gunner’s dick. It was thick and circumcised like a porn star. Like him, his manhood tasted just a little sweet, like pineapples even. I’d read in magazines that fruit could make man meat taste good. His joystick curved to the left and always seemed to aim for my hand, perfect for me to jerk it off.
Then there was Brody’s cock. It was huge. Uncut too, unlike anything that I’d ever seen in the few porn movies that I’d watched throughout puberty. It felt bigger in my mouth, the veins pulsing and thick.
And Hudson: his beautiful, purple dick pointed straight up. Like the others, it was massive and perpetually hard as a rock. In the shower, he pushed the throbbing organ between my boobs like that was the perfect receptacle. It was—but I think it would fit in my pussy rather nicely too.
Their cocks were all different, but so good. It was impossible to choose. I wanted them all.
And luckily, they wanted me too.
Happiness bubbled up like champagne.
Even though I was getting tired, there was a sweet smile on my face.
Me. Little Kate Baxter. Lucky little girl.
But suddenly, a knock sounded at the door, pulling me out of my stupor.
I darted a glance at the bedside clock. It was late, but not that late. After working with them for a few weeks now, I knew that they partied well in to the wee hours and they partied hard. Hard drugs were never involved. Alcohol was, though. They would drink all night and sleep it off the next day. Such is the life of a rock star.
So it was actually a little early for the alphas to turn in.
But maybe this was all part of the plan?
I opened the door, and gasped.
Because it was them. Gunner, Brody, and Hudson stood in the doorway grinning. Even Hudson, and he never smiled, not even in pictures.
“H-hi,” I stammered, shocked. “You’re here early.”
“We couldn’t stay away,” Gunner drawled as he looked me up and down. That massive shaft bulged obscenely against his jeans, the man not even bothering to hide it. “Not when a chick as hot as you was so close. We can drink whiskey any time. We can only drink Kate if she’s awake.”
“I-I—” My stammer was cut off by a smiling Hudson.
He had actually smiled. It had lasted a whole minute, and that was probably more than the man had smiled in his entire life.
Is it because of me? Am I bringing this out in him?
It was an honor of sorts frankly. Happiness welled up inside once more.
“We were gonna drink all night and shoot the shit,” Hudson growled. “But what’s better than coming back up here to you?”
“Not a fucking thing,” Brody answered. “We’ll drink later.”
And just like that, the men were in my room. My heart pounded. Something was about to happen. I could feel it. Gunner confirmed my suspicions when he closed the door behind them and dead-bolted it.
Brody plucked at the collar of my hotel bathrobe, tugging it aside to look inside. I flushed, still somehow nervous whenever I was with them.
They’ve made you come already. They’ve seen everything, including your pussy clamping and seizing with orgasm. Don’t be shy.
“I like this,” Brody said, tugging at the robe some more.
“You look cute,” Gunner said. “Better than those khakis.”
“You look like you want to be ours,” Hudson quipped wryly. “These are Hard Fought colors.”
Because my robe was green and black, which happened to be the signature colors of the band. The upscale hotel chain had made green and black their standards too, so it was a happy coincidence.
Colors were the last thing on my mind, though. Three gorgeous men wanted to take me.
“Yeah. Are you ours, Kate?” Brody asked, bemusedly.
The heat of pleased surprise rose up swiftly in me. There was only one thing that I could say in return.
“Yes, I belong to you,” was my soft reply, a shy smile sweeping my lips. “One hundred percent.”
A possessive gleam entered those blue eyes.
“Good,” Gunner growled. He untied my robe, fingers trailing over my skin in an electric path that made my pussy clench. Juices dribbled down my thighs and I whimpered. Waiting was sweet misery. My cunt was wide awake despite the fatigue in my muscles.
“Our little Kate,” Hudson growled. “All in green and black.”
“Nude would be even better,” Brody grunted with a smirk.
The three rock stars advanced, male lions stalking their prey. Brody pushed me toward the bed. Each of them tugged off pieces of clothing as they moved closer. Oh yeah. Boots, jeans, designer t-shirts, leather jackets came off, until they were revealed in pure masculine glory.
I panted, eyes wide.
Because these men are unstoppable. Broad chests, with powerful arms. Burly shoulders that narrowed to a vee, with strong, tree-trunk thick thighs.
But most of all those cocks.
Hot, wet and dripping already, ramrods down for business.
So magnificent.
My tongue watered to taste them all.
“What do you want, baby?” Gunner asked, brushing his thumb across my lower lip. He loved to do that.
“I want,” came my hesitant stammer, not knowing how to verbalize my carnal cravings. “I want…”
“Tell us, Kitty-Kat,” Brody urged. “If you don’t say it, you won’t get it.”
That jolted me upright.
“I want to feel you inside,” were my rushed words. “Deep inside. Please.”
Oh god, had I really said that? Like some kind of super slut?
But the three men grinned, inordinately pleased.
“Sure,” Gunner rumbled before leaning down to nibble my bare throat. His breath smelled of whiskey. “All you have to do is ask, Kate baby. If you’re ready, then we’re ready.”
Brody scraped long, black hair back from his face, eyes penetrating my very soul.
“You know we belong to you as well, sweetheart. Even if you’re the one wearing our colors.”
And with that, the man threw me onto the bed, my curvy form bouncing and jouncing.
What in the world?
Had he really tossed me around like I weighed nothing?
But it was true. These men are strong alphas, and my weight was nothing to them.
Hard Fought advanced, three male bodies hard and ready to take. I licked my lips with excitement and opened my mouth, ravenous suddenly.
Brody’s dick was first.