14. Sierra
FOURTEEN
Sierra
I’m bored, restless, uncomfortable… and fucking horny.
The most annoying thing about pregnancy has to be this constant series of changes, the way my body betrays me time and again. I can’t stop the nausea, and despite the waves of illness, I also can’t stop the bizarre urge to find one of the guys and have them fuck me senseless.
I was never really a sexual person before all of this, but I guess fucking three guys has changed me in ways I couldn’t have predicted.
My phone buzzes, and I quickly tap on it to see if Yuri is texting me.
But it’s not Yuri. It’s not even a text message.
It’s an email from James. I frown when I see it. I guess he doesn’t have my new phone number, but I haven’t changed my email address. I open the no-subject message to see what bullshit he’s going to say now.
Hey, Sierra. You missed the end of another class. Here are my notes. The prof talked about the final assignment a lot.
I’m wary about opening the attachment. We’re both in the same cybersecurity program, after all, and we both know our way around hacking—for better or for worse. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but after how nasty he’d been, I don’t think it’s worth the risk. I close out of the email. I’ll figure out the final assignment myself.
Rubbing my eyes, I toss my phone onto the bed beside me. I’m miserable, and I hate being miserable alone, which means that if I’m going to deal with this bullshit, I’m going to drag the guys into this with me.
I get up, heading for Konstantin’s office.
They’ve been weirdly secretive, hiding out in there more often than not when they aren’t gone entirely. Something’s happening, and if it wasn’t for the fact that everything is in Russian, I’d have already figured out what it is.
The guard posted at Konstantin’s door eyes me, and I ask, “Is Konstantin in?”
“He’s busy,” the man says dismissively.
“Too bad,” I mutter. I try to reach past him to knock on the door anyway, but he intercepts me, grabbing my wrist. I blink at him, more startled than anything, before I narrow my eyes at him. “You really, really don’t want the guys to see you laying a hand on me.”
He at least looks wary at that, and he releases me. “He is not to be disturbed.”
“Yeah, well, he can decide on whether or not I’m disturbing him,” I say, more irritable than I usually would be, but after James’s persistent attempts to contact me and engage me, I’m not in a very patient mood.
This time, the guy doesn’t stop me from knocking on Konstantin’s office door.
Konstantin’s irritated voice shouts back, “What?” in Russian.
Yay, I can understand a single word.
“I am Sierra!” I call back in badly-accented Russian. The guard cringes, and I shoot a glare at him. “Hey, I don’t judge your English.”
I hear shuffling on the other end of the door, then Konstantin opens it for me. Nikolai and Yuri are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, both scowling.
“Come in,” Konstantin says in Russian, then repeats it in English in case I didn’t understand him the first time.
I don’t indulge the desire to cast a smug look in the guard’s direction. Instead, I sail past him into the office, closing the door behind me.
I look between all three of them again, frowning. “Wow. What the hell did I just interrupt?”
“Nothing,” Yuri says in Russian, but the rest of what he says is a lot faster and more complicated than I can catch.
Konstantin barks back something in equally harsh tones.
That’s not normal at all. I glance at Nikolai, and it takes me a second to realize that he’s glaring at both of them because my attention is too focused on his bruised face. I look at Yuri’s, and I’m not sure I believe his story anymore.
Maybe they both happened to be in the same fight, but with the way they’re acting…
Nikolai snaps something to them—still in Russian—and I really wish it was not going to be a few years before I can understand basic conversations.
“Okay, let’s pretend we’re all civilized people for a minute,” I tell them. “And stop yelling at each other. Then start talking in English so I understand what you’re even mad about.”
“I am not mad,” Yuri says, arms crossed in front of him. “I already agreed. I don’t know why we’re having this discussion.”
Konstantin makes an exasperated sound. “Do you feel yourself good when you act like child?”
He must be really pissed if he’s messing up English grammar that much.
“I’m the one who’s pregnant,” I remind them. “I get to have mood swings and get pissy. The three of you don’t get to.”
Nikolai looks at me, but he doesn’t crack a smile. “It’s fine, zaya. Just a difference of opinion.”
I’m dying to know what about, but I doubt they’ll tell me.
Konstantin rubs his beard and sighs. “Discussion is over.” He comes over to me and places his hands on my shoulders from behind. “What do you need, Sierrochka?”
I rest back against him, feeling the tension in his chest and the way his hands are a little too rigid. “I’m having a shitty day,” I say honestly. “I had hoped to get some distraction, but not this way.” I glare at Yuri and Nikolai like this is their fault. “So I’ll go back to my room and entertain myself if the three of you are going to be dicks.”
I probably could’ve done that. There was no need to involve them. But it would’ve felt so lonely.
I shift awkwardly, and my cunt throbs despite the lack of simulation. Yeah, I know exactly why I came here.
Who would have thought that there’d ever be a day where I was in the mood but they weren’t?
Konstantin notices my movement, though, and his hand goes down to cover my breast. “Does our Sierrochka need something?” he asks, his tone a lot lighter than before.
I bite my lip. It was one thing to seek them out. It’s another to actually act on my desires. I don’t know why it’s shameful, somehow, but I guess James’s words got to me more than I’d thought.
“Do you think you could stop worrying about work shit and take care of me for a little bit?” I ask, hating the petulance in my voice. It’s stupid, and I know it. I’m acting like a whore . But what’s the use of having three men in my life if I can’t use them like they’ve been using me all this time?
Yuri’s glower transforms into a smirk. “What kind of ‘taking care of’? You need to be specific. We wouldn’t want to get it wrong.”
“Don’t be a tease,” I tell him tartly. “Or I’ll go back to my room and take care of this little problem on my own.”
“Oh, we wouldn’t want that,” Nikolai says, getting up and crossing the room over to us. “Not when our zaya needs us so badly.”
Konstantin wraps an arm around my chest and pulls me a few steps away from Nikolai. “Yura is right, Sierrochka. We need to respect your wishes. So tell us, in detail, what you want us to do.”
My face heats up in embarrassment. Of course they choose now to pretend to care about my consent. “I am not going to—” Konstantin’s hand returns to my breast, massaging it lightly, and I let out a small, humiliated moan. “Oh come on,” I whine. “It’s not like you’ve ever needed to hear it before.”
“No, no. I insist. I don’t want to get things wrong or make assumptions.” Konstantin blows a puff of air against my ear. “Tell Yura and Nikolai exactly how you want us.”
The frustrated sound I make has Nikolai chuckling, but he doesn’t reach out for me. “Yeah, zaya. Tell us what you want.”
“Oh, my god,” I say. “I hate all three of you. I’m going back to my room.”
Yuri meets my gaze. “You’ll only use your fingers? Is that going to satisfy you?”
I shudder. No, it’s not going to satisfy me. Not when I’m feeling like this, when I need to be filled and fucked and?—
“Hate you,” I repeat. “So much.” But I sigh, and I grab Konstantin’s hand, squeezing it over my breast. “I want you to fuck me. All right? I want to be touched and kissed and fucked senseless until I can’t even remember my own name. If I have to tell you how to manage that, though… I can find someone else.”
Nikolai’s eyes narrow. “No. You can’t. You won’t.”
Konstantin’s hand on my breast tightens to the point of pain. “There will be no others, Sierrochka.” He loosens his grip and rubs his thumb in circles over my nipple, and it pebbles underneath the shirt. “Whose cock do you want first? How should we position you? Do we keep you on the edge until all three of us have filled you up, or do we give you an orgasm every time? Tell us.”
I groan at the scenarios he’s putting in my head, and my breathing starts to quicken. “I… I don’t care who fucks me first. But I want to come over and over.” I need to. I need to forget. I don’t want to be edged and desperate. I want to be satisfied and filled to the brim with pleasure.
“Smallest to biggest?” Nikolai suggests with a smirk of his own. “Like Goldilocks.”
“I guess that means you go first?” Yuri answers smugly.
Nikolai sneers at Yuri. “That would be you, Yura.”
“If the two of you bicker about this, I swear I will fuck Kotya and leave the two of you out,” I threaten.
Konstantin laughs and kisses the side of my neck. “Then why don’t you tell us who goes first?”
“I don’t fucking care,” I whine. “Yura can probably make me come the fastest, though.”
Nikolai turns his glare onto me. “Really? I could make you come quicker than he could.”
“Hey, you asked what I wanted, and I’m telling you. So give it to me or I really will go back to my room and get myself off,” I tell them.
Konstantin makes a sound, and I squeak when he suddenly lifts me up and carries me over to the couch. I expect him to drop me onto the cushions, but instead he sets me down so I’m standing next to the arm. I glance at him in confusion.
“Take the pants off, then bend over,” he orders. “Keep your legs spread and your ass high so we can fuck you.”
I shiver at the commanding tone, which surprises me, but I think anything would sound hot right now. I shed my pants and my undies in a hurry, tossing them onto the couch instead of letting them stay pooled on the floor, then lean over the side of the couch.
“Someone needs to be inside of me, right now,” I say impatiently.
Konstantin grabs my ass and forces it higher, then he spreads my cunt. “Glistening already. She is very desperate.”
They all laugh, and my face flushes with humiliation again. “Don’t talk about me like that,” I tell them, but I find myself squirming anyway.
“Let me see,” Nikolai says, stepping right behind me and humming. “Too bad she didn’t choose me first. I could make her come so fast.”
Yuri steps closer, slapping Nikolai’s hand away—but his hand ends up slapping me, too, and I let out a startled gasp.
“She is like an animal in heat,” Yuri says, his voice affectionate.
“Oh my god,” I say, but I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper. They aren’t wrong. The more they talk about me like this—the more they touch me—the wetter I know I’m getting.
“Is that going to last the whole pregnancy?” Nikolai asks. “I think I could get used to this.”
“Okay, but I’m not going to get used to being examined and not touched!” I say, looking over my shoulder at the three of them.
Konstantin runs his finger between my cunt, stopping short of inserting it. “She’s sensitive now. Really needs our seed to fill her up. Get her all swollen with cum.”
Yuri laughs, and I hear him unzipping his jeans. “Maybe we can get her even more pregnant. Fill her up with babies.”
“It doesn’t work like—” I say, making a frustrated sound when he doesn’t instantly shove his cock inside of me. “You guys suck at dirty talk.”
It’s sort of the opposite, because I can feel my cunt getting wetter, but I don’t tell them that.
“She loves it,” Nikolai declares anyway. “Look at the way she’s trembling.”
He’s not wrong.
Asshole.
“We won’t be able to bend her over anything like this much longer,” Konstantin says as he pulls his finger away. “She’s going to be so big and round, carrying my child inside of her.”
“If one of you doesn’t start fucking me, I swear to?—”
One of them slaps my ass, and I nearly choke on a whimper.
I don’t remember ever feeling this horny, this sensitive, in my life. I don’t know that I like it, especially with the way all three of them are goading each other to tease me like this.
Yuri finally gets behind me and drags his cock against my cunt. It’s so hot and hard, and I spread my legs wider for him in a less than subtle hint to get inside me already.
All three of them laugh again. “She’s an animal,” Yuri says. “Maybe we need to keep her plugged all the time, so she doesn’t go crazy from lust.”
I whine and try not to shake my ass like the animal they’re comparing me to, but it’s a near thing.
Yuri thrusts into me without any further warning, and my entire body spasms from the feeling. It’s bliss, like balm to a wound, and I make a loud mewling sound as he buries his cock inside of me.
“Fuck me hard,” I beg, too far gone to care about how I sound.
“You’re right. She really is an animal,” Nikolai says, but like Yuri earlier, he sounds awed, affectionate, instead of condescending or cruel.
Yuri fucks me roughly, pulling in and out at a pace I can’t even keep up with. I make desperate sounds and tighten my cunt when I can, to get his cock dragging harder along my insides. When I attempt to meet his thrusts, Konstantin places his hand on my back and forces me to still.
“Stay like that, Sierrochka. All you do is keep your cunt open for him,” he says.
I can’t stop making little desperate sounds, sounds that make it clear how into this I am despite—because of?—their words.
“Really want to fuck her face,” Nikolai says in a low growl. “It would be so fucking hot, wouldn’t it? She’d probably suck me so good.”
I’m not even sure I should argue. It would give me something to do with my mouth, but at the same time, I want his cock in my cunt. I feel greedy, desperate, selfish—but I deserve it after all the shit they’ve put me through.
I give a shake of my head. “You… You get to wait,” I tell him breathlessly.
Yuri laughs and drives into me particularly hard, his cock rubbing insistently against my g-spot. I moan and clutch one of the couch pillows, trying to muffle my sounds.
“No. Let us hear you,” Konstantin says, pulling the pillow away.
I whine. It’s embarrassing to have them hear every little noise, every little indication of how much pleasure I'm feeling. They aren’t mocking me, though; they seem fascinated, aroused, by everything.
Nikolai runs his fingers through my hair, and he groans. “Hurry up, Yura. I want to fuck her.”
“Take her mouth,” Yuri mutters, changing to more shallow thrusts. “I want to take my time.”
I let out another sound of protest, but they’re not listening to me despite their earlier demands that I tell them what I want. If I wasn’t so fucking horny, and if I didn’t feel so good with Yuri’s cock inside of me, I’d argue.
But I don’t say anything as Nikolai sheds his pants and gets onto the couch, carefully positioning himself so that his cock is right by my mouth.
He’s a little rough as he pushes past my lips, but I don’t mind. He’s going to have to be careful not to have my teeth scraping his cock, but hell, maybe he’ll like it. I’m not going to worry about it.
It’s hard to concentrate on anything like this. I moan as Yuri hits that spot again, and Nikolai groans in response, grabbing my hair tighter. There are no more thoughts, only feelings—pleasure, lust, all of it coiling in my belly until it spills over. My cunt clenches tight around Yuri, and he lets out a surprised groan, speeding up his pace. He comes seconds later, my cunt still convulsing around him.
“Fuck,” Yuri mutters, his movements stilling.
“I think that means it’s my turn,” Konstantin says.
I whine when Yuri slips out, but Konstantin wastes no time in lining himself up and thrusting into my loose pussy.
He’s more than big enough to make me feel tight again, though, and my body is still spasming and clenching as I ride out my orgasm. I try to speak, but Nikolai’s hands are in my hair, and his thrusts into my mouth are almost punishingly fast. He doesn’t seem to mind the feeling of my teeth against it, which I absently file away for future reference.
Maybe he’s feeling as desperate as I am.
Yuri sits down behind Nikolai on the couch, his cock still out, and reaches past him to pet my hair. “Fuck, she’s so beautiful,” he says with a soft smile. “You look so good, Sierra.”
Something settles in me, that he’s calling me beautiful while I’ve got a cock in my mouth and one in my cunt. James would call me a slut for this, but Yuri doesn’t care. No, he and Nikolai and Konstantin like me like this.
And that feels fucking amazing.
Konstantin keeps fucking me, hard and fast and insistent, and I can feel the quivers of another impending orgasm already. I don’t think the first even fully stopped before the second is upon me, and I cry out around Nikolai. That’s enough to send him over the edge, too, and he spills into my mouth.
Lost to pleasure and need, I drink down his cum, sucking so hard that he gasps and pushes at my head to try to get me to pull away. I don’t let him for a moment, instead making the unconscious decision to overwhelm him, too.
Konstantin says something in Russian, and his grip tightens on my hips. I feel his cum flood into me too, and I think about how that sensation used to bother me. I can’t get more pregnant than I already am, though, and I love knowing that they’re this into me, that all three of them want me like this.
I’m surprised when Konstantin pulls out, but then he runs his fingers along my cunt and plays with my sloppy hole.
“Me and Yura,” Konstantin says with satisfaction. “Next time all three of us will come inside you.”
“Yay,” I say, suddenly feeling exhausted as my body slumps over the couch. I’m not sure if I’m being sarcastic or if I mean it, honestly, and I really don’t care. I just feel good , if sleepy, and no pesky thoughts even do more than threaten to arise before I shut them out again.
Nikolai and Konstantin help me sit on the couch properly, and Konstantin somehow squeezes in. I end up half in Nikolai’s lap, half in Konstantin’s. They pet me, all of us breathing shallowly.
I could doze off like this, if not for the uncomfortable position.
After a few more minutes of this, I ask, “Why were you all fighting?”
They tense up, like I expected them to—but when else can I catch them off guard like this?
“No reason,” Yuri says. He tries to scoot away and realizes there’s no place to go, so he settles back into place, his side pressed against Nikolai’s.
“Liar,” I say, but I sigh. I don’t have the energy to argue with him, with any of them. “Fine, be secretive assholes. But I swear, I’ll get a toy to keep myself satisfied if the three of you don’t work this shit out.”
Konstantin makes a disgruntled noise. “There is nothing. We have settled the matter already.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, but I don’t particularly believe them. Still, I’m too tired to really push.
At least, for now.
They might not get so lucky later.