21. Sierra
TWENTY-ONE
Sierra
Konstantin carries me like I’m a sack of potatoes, and no matter how many times I beat my fists or kick my feet against him, I can’t do anything about the position. I feel like a child throwing a temper tantrum, but they’re talking about fucking my ass. What am I supposed to do? Just hum and follow meekly?
Fuck that noise.
Yuri walks up beside us, squeezing my ass, and I shoot him a death glare. He smiles at me, looking as cocky as ever as he says, “She’s so hot in leather, isn’t she? Fucking love the rocker chicks.”
I flip him off, but of course that just makes him laugh.
I thought we’d connected a bit. I guess that isn’t enough to have him not treat me like some fucking toy.
I spare a glance at Nikolai, who isn’t as enthusiastically goading me as the other two.
I don’t know what crawled up his ass and died, but I’m sort of grateful for it right now because it means I’m only dealing with Yuri and Konstantin’s ribbing.
By the time we get to Konstantin’s bedroom, the wind has mostly gone out of my sails. I go slack over his shoulders.
Konstantin rubs my ass before he sets me down on his bed. He smiles, and I resent him for being so hot when he isn’t threatening my family.
“You’re scowling, but you know you’ll enjoy yourself by the time we’re done,” Konstantin says.
“How would you feel having a cock shoved up your ass?” I retort hotly. “Maybe one of you should try it first, then tell me how it feels.”
“Nope,” Nikolai says with obviously forced cheer. “But the women seem to like it… after they stop screaming, anyway.”
“That makes it sound so much more appealing,” I growl at him.
“I’ve done it,” Yuri says, quieter than before. “It can feel good.”
That leaves me speechless for a few seconds. All of us stare at him, and the tips of his ears grow red.
I can’t believe he actually admitted that to us. A big bad Russian bratva man, admitting he’s done anal — and been on the receiving end? It was one thing to find out my brother is gay. It’s another entirely to find out that Yuri is apparently very much bisexual.
After a long moment, I find my voice. “Yes, but you have a prostate,” I say cautiously at first, only to add with a bit more sass, “Maybe Nikolai should just fuck you, and I can watch that.”
Yuri shakes his head. “I only have one hole. You have two. It’ll feel great to have us fucking you from both sides. Double stimulation.”
Nikolai is still silent, and Konstantin is watching me and Yuri with interest.
I don’t like being the center of attention, especially in this particular conversation.
“Nope,” I say. “You have two holes too.” I point at his mouth. “And oh, look, shit comes out of both of them.”
Yuri gets in close to poke my side, making me squirm. “Fine. You have three holes, and there are three cocks in this room.” He nips the side of my neck, making me shiver despite myself. “Don’t pretend it isn’t at least a little intriguing. Adventurous . Like riding a motorcycle.”
“And just like riding a motorcycle, it’s dangerous. Oh, and the least you can do is wear a fucking helmet when you fuck me,” I snipe back at him.
He’s not entirely wrong, though.
There’s a small part of me that is curious. People do anal all the time, right? A lot of gay men seem to like it well enough, and I know women enjoy it too. But to be completely overwhelmed as the three of them take me from every direction…
My cunt throbs at the thought, which is not the reaction I wanted from my body at all, and I glare at the three of them as I cross my arms against my chest. “I am not consenting to this,” I inform them.
Konstantin looks between the three of them, then at me. “That is a problem, isn’t it?” He sits down at the foot of the bed and places a hand on my thigh.
Nikolai laughs. “A problem? Why is it a problem? What’s she gonna do? Try to kick us?”
I scowl at him, trying to push Konstantin’s hand off of my thigh, but he only tightens his grasp on it. “The three of you are total dicks,” I say.
I’ve already lost this battle, and I’m well aware of it. I can say no all I want, but it’s not like they’ve cared up to this point. Why would they suddenly care now?
Yuri wraps his arms around me from behind. “This isn’t new.” He glances over to Konstantin. “We’re gonna give Kotya such a show, Sierra. You know how hot he gets, watching a woman get completely stretched out.”
Konstantin groans, and his other hand squeezes his cock through his jeans.
“I don’t—” There’s no use in telling them I don’t want to give him a show. None of them want to hear me protest. Or rather, maybe they do want to hear me protest, and that’s what’s getting them off.
“Come here,” Nikolai coaxes, though his voice isn’t comforting in the slightest.
He sounds like he’s on the edge of losing control.
I don’t move, so Nikolai comes to me instead, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up so he can kiss me roughly. “We can either do this the fun way and make sure you’re nice and wet, or we can just make you take it dry,” he murmurs against my lips. “One way will be a lot more fun for you, zaya.”
I make a frustrated sound. I know when I’ve been beaten, and I really don’t want them to just fuck me while I’m fighting, do I?
When had that changed? I should be fighting them with everything I have.
“Fine,” I snap instead. “But I want all three of you naked and getting close to each other. I want to see kissing and touching. I’m not the only one here who needs to be getting aroused.”
Konstantin shrugs. “Not a problem for me.” He ruffles my hair. “I like a woman who knows what she wants, too.” He pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the side, revealing his large, hairy chest.
Yuri kisses my cheek, pulling me tighter against his chest. “He’s so hot, isn’t he, Sierra? Look at all that fur.”
I never really thought I’d be into hairy bodies, but there is something alluring about Konstantin’s body. I don’t know why. It’s huge, and he looks like he could break me in half.
Maybe that’s part of the appeal.
Maybe it’s just that he’s so unmistakably male , so confident and assured in his masculinity to the point where he’s agreeing to kiss and touch other men. I don’t know, but I squirm a little as Yuri pulls me close.
Nikolai starts to strip as well, shedding his clothes faster than I would’ve thought possible. “I don’t know who I’m kissing besides you,” he says warily.
“Both of them,” I say firmly. “That’s part of the deal.”
His cheeks flush red. “There is no ‘deal,’” he retorts.
I still don’t know what his problem is, especially since he’d kissed them both in the shower of his own volition.
Konstantin stands up to remove the rest of his clothes. The visual contrast between the two of them is astounding, with Konstantin and all his hair while Nikolai is much more average in all departments.
I’ve never done a proper comparison between them, either. I know that Konstantin’s cock is larger, but seeing them side by side like that it’s amazing just how much larger he really is.
Konstantin grabs Nikolai’s shoulder and gives him a rough shake. “We are having fun now.” He looks over to me. “Right, Sierrochka?”
I want to scowl at him, but I’m intrigued. I pull away from Yuri, and instead of answering Konstantin, I tell Yuri, “Your turn.”
It makes me the only one dressed, and I find that I like that power dynamic a lot more — not that they’re going to let it last, of course.
Nikolai is staring at Konstantin, looking like a deer in headlights, but he doesn’t pull back as Konstantin carefully leans in… and kisses him.
Something jolts through me, the same thing that had sent shivers through me when Konstantin and Yuri had kissed in the shower, and I watch in fascination.
Yuri sits down next to me again, fully naked now, but his eyes are glued to Nikolai and Konstantin.
“Kotya…” Yuri whispers. He shakes his head and wraps an arm around me. “You like this, Sierra?” He places his other hand under my shirt. “This gets you hot and bothered?”
A tiny whimper spills from my lips, and by the time Yuri’s hand slides up to my nipple, it’s already hard. “Y-yes,” I whisper. I don’t know why. Isn’t it wrong to sexualize them this way, like when men sexualize lesbians for their own pleasure? But fuck, it’s hot anyway, and I can’t take my eyes off of Konstantin and Nikolai as Konstantin’s big hand goes to the back of Nikolai’s head and keeps him in place.
Yuri suddenly pulls away. I whimper, but he starts pulling my jacket off me. I let him strip me, my eyes still glued to Konstantin and Nikolai.
They’re both getting hard, too. This isn’t purely a show for me, and I realize I want to touch them.
The realization is a difficult one because I can’t quite make sense of this — any of this. They’re enjoying each other, and I want to croak out that they can just keep me out of it, but at the same time… I’m not sure I want to be left out of it.
Yuri gets a hand between my legs and starts massaging my clit while he sucks on the nape of my neck. My breathing picks up, and I spread my legs to give him better access to me.
Konstantin breaks the kiss with Nikolai to look at us. “Is this what you wanted, Sierrochka?”
I bite my lip, looking between the two of them. Konstantin still looks relatively put together, but Nikolai looks dazed.
“Yes,” I whisper. Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I’d wanted it, how much it would turn me on. It had been something I’d thought to use against them, but it seems like I’m the one who’s getting it turned around on me .
Yuri stops sucking on my neck and rests his chin on my shoulder. He says something in Russian, which makes Nikolai scowl but Konstantin laugh.
Nikolai gives a heated reply that I still can’t understand, but Yuri and Konstantin simply grin.
I really need to learn Russian. I guess they’re making fun of Nikolai, not me, so it’s a little better than it could be. Still, I want to know what’s being said.
Sort of.
“Would you stop talking and go back to kissing?” I blurt out.
Konstantin shakes his head. “I think now I want to see Nikolai kissing you .”
Relief floods Nikolai’s expression, and I realize he really is shaken up about all of this. He’s probably having some weird sort of bi-awakening he’s not altogether comfortable with, which doesn’t really surprise me.
He closes the distance between us, grabbing my arm and pulling me up into his arms before kissing me urgently.
Yuri growls and follows us, getting his arms around my waist. He paws at my body and kisses my neck and jaw. As soon as Nikolai breaks the kiss for us to take a breath, Yuri is there, claiming my lips.
It’s all I can do to breathe in between their demanding kisses as they pass me back and forth — no, that’s not quite right. They’re not passing me back and forth. They’re stealing me, over and over again, like two dogs fighting over a bone.
Yuri takes my hand and tugs me toward the bed. He lies down on his back, giving me a full view of all his tattoos. The ones on his arms and chest, the one coiled around his cock. He has a few on his legs, too, and I wonder about the meanings.
“You will ride Yura,” Konstantin says, sitting down on the side of the bed. He reaches out to stroke Yuri’s shoulder. “And Nikolai will take you from behind.”
I’d almost forgotten their plan to fuck my ass, but the reality of it is muted against the arousal flooding me. Instead of protesting, I get onto the bed, crawling up until I’m face to face with Yuri.
I let out a nervous sound, maybe a laugh, maybe a protest, as I stare down at him.
“Hi,” I whisper, and it’s so ridiculous that I really do laugh then. “Fuck, this is awkward.”
The bed dips behind me, and I know Nikolai has joined us. His hands are already on my ass, already spreading it, and I tense.
Yuri smiles at me, and he suddenly seems really young—because he’s practically the same age as me.
“It will be good,” Yuri promises. “I will feel Nikolai’s cock inside you. You will focus on nothing but pleasure.” He rubs my nipples with his thumbs. “And Kotya will…”
Konstantin trails his large hand down my back, making me shiver. “I will be here, watching a beautiful woman become desperately wild with arousal.”
I should be protesting more. I should be saying no — for all that they care about my lack of consent — but instead, I lean down to kiss Yuri. He kisses me back fiercely, even as his hand fumbles to guide his cock toward my pussy.
It isn’t until the head of it glides over my clit that I realize just how wet I am, and I let out a shaky curse against his lips as Nikolai’s finger trails between my ass cheeks.
Yuri breaks the kiss, his hands moving to my thighs. Konstantin snakes his hand underneath me and helps Yuri’s cock line up, while Nikolai massages something wet against my asshole .
I tense, my fingers tight on Yuri’s arms to the point where I briefly wonder if he’s going to end up bruises, as Nikolai starts to push a slick finger inside of me.
I shake my head. “No,” I croak. “Fuck, I… I can’t.”
It’s not even that I’m afraid I won’t like it at this point.
It’s that I’m afraid I will .
“You can,” Konstantin says. He brushes his fingers against my clit, and I involuntarily tense up.
Yuri moans in response and thrusts up, which causes me to move away from Nikolai.
Nikolai curses, grabbing my waist to pull me back. “You’re gonna end up coming before I even get her stretched,” he grumbles. “Unless you want me to just fuck into her while she’s this tight?”
I shake my head quickly, biting my bottom lip as I try not to lose myself in just how good Yuri’s cock feels inside of me. This is already so good, and it’s about to feel… overwhelming, I think, though I’m not sure if that’s going to be in a good way or not.
Konstantin chuckles, but he also stops rubbing my clit. “We would not want to overwhelm Yura too much.”
“Fuck off, I can last,” Yuri grumbles, rolling his hips upward to drive further into me.
Before I can make a retort, Nikolai’s finger finally pushes inside of me. I gasp, my entire body going rigid at the sensation. It feels so wrong, so taboo, like I should be trying to get him to stop. But at the same time, there’s something wickedly alluring about it, too.
“Relax,” Nikolai says from behind me. “Bear down. It’ll make it easier.”
“Bear down? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I ask, my voice strained.
“Push out,” Konstantin explains. He kisses my shoulder again. “You’re turning red, Sierrochka. You like how it feels?”
“ I want to feel something more substantial,” Yuri mutters.
“He can fuck you if you want to feel it that quickly,” I retort. This is awkward, but at the same time, I want more. It’s just tantalizing right now, a hint of what’s to come, and I want more.
God, when did I turn into such a fucking whore? My mother and brothers would kill me if they knew I was doing something like this, least of all while encouraging it.
“No,” Nikolai says, making me choke on a laugh. So he’s willing to kiss another man, but apparently that’s as far as it’ll go.
For now, at least.
I silently file away the idea of seeing how much it takes to coax Nikolai into trying what he’s so eager to dole out.
Yuri leans up to kiss my chest, then he turns his head to look at Konstantin. “What about you, Kotya?”
“I like to watch,” Konstantin answers with a smile. He pats Yuri’s cheek. “You know that.”
Yuri shakes his head. “No. You should be part of this too. Like we said—Sierra can suck you.”
I shake my head quickly. “Nope. I’m not…” I look down at Konstantin’s large cock, marveling that that thing can even fit inside of me. “I’m…”
“You’re…?” Nikolai prompts smugly as he slides a second finger along with the first, breaking my train of thought.
I jolt, and apparently I squeezed Yuri when I moved because he lets out a choked moan.
Konstantin strokes my jaw and pushes his thumb against my lips. “That does sound appealing. But she wouldn’t be able to get all of me.”
Yuri laughs. “I’ll stroke whatever parts she can’t get down her throat.”
“Must suck for you,” I tell Konstantin, trying for sassy but only ending up gasping out the words as Nikolai starts to move his fingers in my ass, slowly stretching me. “Not being able to… to…”
I can’t even continue the train of thought.
It doesn’t help that Konstantin shifts so he can kneel up next to us. The position is exceptionally awkward, but he touches my chin firmly and guides my mouth to the tip of his cock.
He’s so large. I remember how it felt the last time he was fucking my face, and I internally cringe.
“Just don’t… don’t choke me, please?” I whisper, bracing myself for their laughter or refusal .
Konstantin’s hand on my chin remains gentle. “Yura will make sure my cock doesn’t go too deep.”
Last time, Yuri had made sure Konstantin had come all over my face, but things have changed. It’s not that I trust either man, but I believe that they’ll keep this from being a total nightmare.
I don’t understand why.
From behind me, Nikolai groans. “I can’t wait anymore,” he announces. He pulls back, and I can feel him settling in behind me only seconds before he’s pushing me forward. I yelp when I feel the head of his cock against my ass, but the sound is stifled by Konstantin’s cock in my mouth.
I suck desperately, trying to control something . Konstantin’s cock slides deeper and deeper, until Yuri’s hand wraps around that cock and prevents it from going any further. Even so, my mouth is stretched wide from Konstantin’s girth alone.
“Fuck, she is so hot,” Yuri says with a groan. “And now I can feel you against my cock, Nikolai.”
It’s strange to think how much he likes feeling them — Konstantin’s cock in his hand, Nikolai’s cock starting to penetrate my ass. That thought doesn’t last, though. It’s hard for any thought to form now, with all three of them taking me.
I suck harder on Konstantin as Yuri’s hips lift to drive his cock deeper into me, as Nikolai forces himself inside of me with a little more enthusiasm than I think I can really handle. He swears, pushing me down onto Yuri to push my ass higher in the air.
The sensations are damn near overwhelming, but it’s hard to think of it that way when all I feel is so much pleasure — pleasure, and pleasurable pain, too. I didn’t think I’d like the feeling of Nikolai’s cock in my ass, and I’m reluctant to admit even now that I sort of like it.
No.
Not sort of.
I do.
I can feel Yuri and Nikolai rubbing against each other inside me, one thin wall of flesh between them. They aren’t moving in sync with each other, so every part of me is being bombarded by pleasure with every new thrust.
Konstantin makes a deep rumbling sound, but he also keeps his thrusts mercifully shallow. I rub my tongue over the tip of his cock, then along the length. Saliva drips down my chin, and I must look like a total mess but it’s hard to care.
It gets increasingly hard to focus, and soon, I have to cave. I can’t suck Konstantin’s cock with any sort of skill, I can’t move on Yuri with the determination to rub all the right places, and Nikolai…
Fuck, I don’t know what to do about the way Nikolai feels inside of me.
I whimper around the cock in my mouth, wanting to tell them it’s too much. But when I try to pull back, Konstantin almost gently holds me in place in a clear denial.
“Fuck,” Yuri mutters. His hand slips away from Konstantin’s cock, down to my breasts. His hips slam up with more force, and his breathing gets louder.
I know what’s coming, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I should be worried about birth control or STIs or even just bracing myself, but it’s all out of my control.
Yuri lets out a very long groan, bottoming out into me as his heat floods inside of me.
Fuck.
Nikolai keeps thrusting into me. I’m not sure when he started to move so fast, so hard, but it’s almost too much to handle. I suck harder on Konstantin, though, trying to force some of the pleasurable pain to recede. Of course, that doesn’t last long. He must’ve already been on the edge, because he groans, and he’s the next to spill.
I try to swallow, but it’s coming too fast, and it ends up running down my chin, down onto Yuri, and that thought makes my body arch and surge with even more desire because fuck, maybe one day I’ll get to see these three hot guys go at each other like they’re going at me right now.
Yuri’s fingers find my clit, and I lick my lips right as my own orgasm surges within me, making me tighten around his dick. Both he and Nikolai groan, and Nikolai picks up the pace as I come so hard I see stars.
Why the fuck hadn’t I wanted this, exactly?
My hearing is muted, like I’m underwater, but I feel it when Nikolai comes too. I have no energy left to support myself, so I end up collapsing onto Yuri, Konstantin’s cum smearing between us.
Nikolai pulls out and drapes an arm over my side.
“Fuck,” Yuri says, kissing my collar. “Just like riding a motorcycle.”
I let out a hysterical little laugh, nipping Yuri’s skin. There’s so much I could say to that, but I’m too drained to come up with anything particularly clever.
Konstantin pulls away from all of us. I make a half hearted sound of protest, but I don’t have the coordination for more than that.
He moves to the foot of the bed and maneuvers me into lying on my back between Nikolai and Yuri. I give him a confused look, but he ignores me and pushes my thighs up.
Then he leans down and starts playing with my messy cunt.
“Look at that,” Konstantin says with awe in his voice. “So fucking wrecked.” He rubs a knuckle against my sore asshole, where I can feel cum dripping out too.
“She’d be more wrecked if it had been your cock inside her,” Yuri says.
I let out another peal of laughter that sounds like I’m drunk. “Just get him hard again, and he can come inside me too. Why not? I already won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“Maybe in half an hour,” Konstantin retorts. He bends over and kisses the inside of my thigh, just next to my pussy.
“Oh, no, don’t,” I protest, shaking my head.
He ignores me, of course, and moves to get his tongue on my clit.
I gasp, my hips jerking. “Fuck! Kon-Konstantin,” I stammer. “I can’t.”
“We think you can,” Nikolai says, and I can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he kisses my shoulder. His voice changes subtly when he goes on, though, saying, “Maybe he just wants to taste Yura.”
“Of course he does. I taste great,” Yuri says smugly.
Konstantin lets out a big belly laugh. “You taste no different from any other man, Yura. Sierrochka would know, wouldn’t she?” He swipes his hand over my hole, then brings cum-covered fingers to my lips.
Normally, I’d hesitate — or so I try to tell myself. But I lick his fingers before I can help myself, shuddering. “He tastes… Yes. The same. I guess. Fuck.”
Konstantin licks my hole one more time, sending another violent shiver through me, before crawling to lie on Yuri’s other side. He drapes an arm over Yuri, and I don’t miss the way Yuri blushes.
It’s… cute.
Nikolai says something in Russian, and I frown. “Hey, none of that,” I say, though the words slur together instead of sounding stern.
He laughs. “Maybe I’ll teach you Russian,” he says.
That sobers me some, and I blink at him. “Would you really?” I glance at Konstantin. Would he actually let Nikolai teach me?
Moreover, does this mean Nikolai’s going to stop being an angsty prick?
“She should learn from a native speaker,” Yuri says so quietly I almost miss it.
I go still. I wouldn’t have expected Yuri to want that much to do with me. He’s still so angry with me half the time, like some hormonal teenager. I don’t know what to say to that, and I’m not sure he even meant for me to hear it.
“I’d like to learn,” I say carefully.
Konstantin makes a rumbling sound. “We shall see. But I do know you cannot simply learn from either of these two. They do not know how to teach languages.”
Nikolai huffs out a sound. “What, you’re gonna take time out of your busy day to teach her? ”
I can’t believe they’re bickering about who gets to teach me Russian. It’s such a different look from how all of this started.
“Argue later. Cuddle now,” I say, cuddling up against Yuri while Nikolai grumbles again and shifts closer to me. “I don’t know how you’re not all exhausted.”
“Because they are young. The question is, why are you so tired?” Konstantin reaches over Yuri to stroke my shoulder. “I am the only one here with an excuse.”
“I don’t need an excuse,” I inform him. “But I’m the one who just got fucked within an inch of her life, thanks. So either shut up and cuddle or send these young bucks to screw each other until they’re tired, too.”
“No,” Nikolai says instantly.
I roll my eyes. “You need to figure out what’s going on in that stupid fucking head of yours,” I tell him.
To my surprise, he goes silent, burying his face against my arm like a child instead of a grown man.
I wonder what Konstantin and Yuri think of his strange behavior, though Konstantin has been pretty clear he isn’t going to tolerate it.
The other two don’t say anything anymore, and soon I hear Yuri’s breathing even out and his hold on me loosens. Konstantin doesn’t quite snore, but he sleeps louder than the others.
I could slip out of the room now.
I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere, but I should protest being trapped in bed with these three men.
I close my eyes and give in to the exhaustion instead.