Millie
Hot Girls Beg For It
by Heather Beal
“Bitch. He’s here.”
I whisper, discreetly peeking through the blinds from my upstairs window.
“The biker or the stoner?” Harper scrambles off of the bed with about as much stealth as a drunk toddler and snatches the blades down. “Biker! Nice.”
“Shhhh!” I pull her away from the window before Biker can spot us from the driveway. “Oh my God, bitch. You’re so drunk. He’s going to see us.”
“I know,” she giggles, falling back on the bed. “Ugh! I hate that I have to leave right when the party shows up, but I trust you will make me proud.”
“I will do no such thing. I’m going to get lost in my smutty book and ignore the sausage party across the hall.”
“Bitch, I swear to God if you don’t at least accidentally bump into one of them in the hallway in your tiny little sleep shorts, maybe a little nip-slip, I will revoke your girl card.
” Her phone dings just in time, saving me from this conversation.
Thank fuck. “My ride is here,” she groans dramatically, getting up and snatching her oversized bag from the floor.
She shoves her vodka bottle inside and zips it up.
“Be a slut, Millie. I believe in you. Text me the deets!” Harper slips her slides on and disappears out of my bedroom door.
“Oh shit!” I realize a second too late that she’s going to run into Biker on the way out and there’s no telling what is about to come out of her mouth.
I’m up and out the door before I can think twice, but I don’t make it very far.
I slam into a very hard, warm body. Strong hands steady me before I can go tumbling.
“Whoa, where’s the fire, Millie?”
“Sorry, I-uh, Harp…” I stutter like a bumbling idiot.
Words seem to be too hard to form with Luca’s hands on my body and his overwhelming masculine scent invading my senses.
I close my eyes to escape his piercing green gaze that feels like it’s burning a hole straight through to my panties.
Ugh! Why does my stepbrother’s best friend have to be so fucking stupid hot!
I can’t think straight when he’s around, hence why I said I’d be staying in my room.
And, he’s staying for the weekend! When I’m sure I’m not going to make a complete fool of myself, I let my eyes flutter back up to his and swallow roughly.
“Sorry. I was trying to catch Harper before she left.”
“Oh. I’m afraid she’s already gone.” The smirk that tilts the corner of his mouth and the sparkle in his eyes lets me know she definitely said something to him. He probably likes her, anyway. She’s way prettier than I am, and way more outgoing and fun.
My mood deflates like a balloon, slowly leaking any confidence I might have mustered up right out.
“Oh. That’s okay. I’ll text her.” I step back and he lets his arms fall to his sides.
I don’t have the nerve to look into his eyes again– there's nothing but hurt feelings to be found, I’m sure.
So I keep my eyes on my bare feet and turn back to my room.
As soon as I’m back inside my safety zone, my back presses against my door and I mentally scold myself for being so stupid.
I should have never left my room. I blame it on the alcohol.
Speaking of, the cinnamon whiskey on the floor calls my name so I snatch it up, pouring a healthy shot into the plastic pink cup I abandoned on my nightstand.
The fire blazes all the way down, burning the humiliation still zinging through my veins.
I let the burn settle before setting the cup back down and picking up my book. I’m just getting settled against the pillows when my phone dings. I expect it to be Harper, drunk texting me from her rideshare. My pulse races when I see it’s a new group chat I’ve been added to.
Biker
come play with us
Stoner
yea we wanna play with you.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. Am I tripping? I know I’m a little tipsy, but I’m not shit-faced drunk.
They are actually in my fucking phone. I don’t know what to say.
I know they are sitting on the other end watching my chat bubbles pop up and disappear.
They probably think I’m mentally unstable with questionable communication skills.
Fuck my life. What the fuck do I say to this?
I need to talk to Harper ASAP. She’ll know what to do.
Me
Bitch. What the fuck do I do?
Bestie Bitch
Oh fuck. What happened?
Me
Biker just texted me.
In a group chat.
With Stoner.
Bestie Bitch
Shut the fuck up.
What did they sayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!?!?!?!?
Me
They want me to come play with them.
Bestie Bitch
WHAT. ARE. YOU. TEXTING. ME. FOR.
Get your ass over there and play with them.
Me
Noah is over there!
Wtf do i look like going over there drooling over his friends.
No way.
I can’t even form sentences when Biker tries to talk to me.
And I’ve never talked to Stoner.
Bestie Bitch
You can’t talk if your mouth is stuffed full of one of them.
And your stepbro is fine af.
You’ve got 3 holes bitch.
Me
What is wrong with you?
I throw my phone at the end of my bed and bury my face in my hands.
I’m either too drunk or not nearly drunk enough to deal with this right now, so I’m choosing to ignore it.
Ignore her, them, all of it. Ignore the desire that muddies up my brain at the thought of letting all three of those guys absolutely destroy me.
Fuck, I’m horny! I need to get laid soon before I start dry humping my stepbrother's friends in the hallway between our rooms.
I don’t know how much time passes as I try to distract myself with my book, but I can’t stop tossing and turning like rotisserie chicken until I just can’t stand it anymore.
Climbing from my bed, I grab my little pink magic wand out of my nightstand. I can take care of this problem in the shower and sober up a bit before I do something stupid. I leave my phone on my bed and head into the en-suite bathroom.
The water caressing my body feels like heaven, my dark hair cascading down my back.
The wand comes to life and within seconds, I’m pressing the head to my clit, the delicious pressure making my knees shake.
I prop one foot up on the built-in bench, holding on to the wall with one hand, I circle my clit lightly before slipping the wand down my pussy lips.
I’m already so slick from just imagining being in the middle of the meat sandwich that’s just across the hall, oblivious to the fact that I’m in here playing with myself while I think about them.
A moan slips free as I work myself closer and closer to the edge I’m desperate to fall over.
Fuck, I want to feel them stretching me– filling me. I want to feel their hands on my body. I want them to hold me down and take turns until I’m so full of them, I’ll never fuck another man without feeling where they’ve been.
My low moans get louder and louder the closer I get, as I imagine the biker pinning me to the wall and railing me with his hand around my throat.
The stoner on his knees, licking every drop of pleasure from pussy.
And worst of all– my stepbrother, watching from the sidelines, stroking his cock at what his friends are doing to me. I’m so close. Almost–
“No wonder you didn’t text us back, Millie. Seems like you’re a little busy, huh?”
“Fuck!” My wide, panicked eyes open and through the glass, Biker and Stoner stand staring at me.
I can’t stop it though. My eyes flutter shut as a scream tries to claw its way out my throat, but it never makes it.
Bikers there in an instant, his hand covering my mouth to muffle the sound and his other arm around my naked waist as I shatter against him.
“That’s it. I’ve got you.” The wand clatters against the shower floor as I hold onto him, riding the blissful waves of the orgasm crashing into me. By the time it fades away and I open my eyes, Stoner is there with a towel, holding it open to wrap me inside.
Embarrassment slams into me and suddenly this bathroom is too small and I’m entirely too naked to be this close to them. I snatch the towel and step back into the shower to cover myself. “Um– I think I’ll go crawl into a hole and die now. Thanks for stopping by.”
“Oh no you don’t.” Biker grabs me again as Stoner reaches for the lever and shuts the water off.
“Tell me you weren’t thinking of us when you touched yourself.
” His warm breath fans across my neck, pressing me into the shower wall as his body cages me in from behind.
I don’t dare glance over my shoulder at him.
“I- uh…” I start, but trail off. Do I lie? Do I tell the truth? They’re both already here and I’m already naked. Hell, they both just witnessed my ‘O’ face in real time. How much more vulnerable can I get?
Biker's arm tightens around my waist and he spins us to face Stoner.
“Use your words, Millie.”
“Yes.” The truth falls from my lips on a whisper, and I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the orgasm still lingering inside me, but I decide right then and there to let go of the embarrassment.
For once in my life, I don’t feel embarrassed for wanting what I want.
“I was thinking about you. Both of you.”
“And how exactly do you want us?” Stoner’s raspy voice slithers down my spine as his fingers find my chin, forcing me to look into the icy blue depths I’ve spent the last few weeks dreaming about.
Since my stepbrother and I came home from college on summer break and I met his new friends, I’ve been secretly fantasizing about them.
“Where’s Noah?”
“You’re brother drew the short straw on the dinner run. We’ve got time before he gets back. Now, answer the question. How do you want us?”
“I want…” I gasp as Biker tugs on my towel and I let it hit the floor, leaving me nothing to hide behind. I swallow hard, and just go for it.“I want no control. No choice. I want you to take it from me, make me beg for it.”