Chapter 4 #5
“I mean, I don’t do one-night stands. I don’t have friends with benefits.
We have had sex twice and you two have slept here twice in the last week.
I get attached to people easily and what you two did last night was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done,” I say.
“So, I need to know what it is that you two want out of this. If it was just a couple of nights of fun, fine. Just be honest with me.”
“We’ve wanted you for a long time, Alice. This isn’t just about having fun for us,” Brett says. They both stand and approach me. Their presence makes me happy. I used to be annoyed and even hid from them, but after last night I wish I had called them out sooner.
“If you’ll have us, we want no one else but you,” Zeke says. He cups my chin, and he has a soft smile as he looks down at me.
“I hardly ever date one man, so two will be very new for me,” I admit.
“We just take it day by day,” he says. “Willing to give it a shot?”
“Yeah,” I smile.
“Thank fuck,” he says as he kisses me hard. When I loop my arms around his neck, he grabs the back of my thighs and picks me up before laying me back on the bed.
Together, they both start undressing me.
Brett is between my legs and starts gently rubbing my clit as Zeke positions me so that my head hangs off the bed slightly.
“Let me fuck that pretty little mouth, baby,” Zeke says.
I willingly open up for him, and he pushes straight to the back of my throat.
I gag and try to push him away on instinct, but he grabs my wrists to stop me. “Relax. It will pass.”
I focus on how Brett is touching me and eventually, it does pass. Zeke starts to move and I’m able to hollow my cheeks to suck him.
Brett is ruthless in the way he slams into my pussy.
I scream out around the cock in my mouth as they both fuck me.
The vibration from my moans forces Zeke to moan.
He is pumping into me furiously, chasing down his climax.
“Fuck, Alice. Just like that, baby,” he groans.
I pull my hands free so I can cup his balls, gently squeezing them.
Zeke’s movements falter slightly before he starts to come, sending his come down my throat for me to eagerly drink.
I keep sucking him hard until he pulls out and makes me stop.
Brett then immediately flips me and pulls me up to my knees.
Zeke is out of breath, but he sits beside me and moves me so that I can rest my head in my arms on his lap.
Brett then takes me, fucking me to tears.
He pushes so far that I know I’ll feel it all week.
I am nearly sobbing as he pulls orgasms out of me with ease.
When he finally comes, I am disassociated, flying through subspace like I was made for it. They clean and dress me before we all lay together in silence.
I’ve been dating Brett and Zeke for six months now.
They’re simply amazing. They still relentlessly tease me, but I’ve learned to just give it right back to them.
I’ve learned that teasing is just their love language.
They’re never cruel and most of the time the things they tease me about are the things they love about me the most. The way I dress, for example.
It’s like some sort of foreplay for them when I keep them guessing.
Kaylee and I are going to a party tonight, but the guys have to study for their finals. Kaylee and I are celebrating finishing classes so I might actually drink. I usually don't.
“Are you ready to go?” Kaylee asks from the other side of my door.
“Yeah,” I say. I open the door and her mouth falls open. I’m wearing a tight-fitting black dress that shows off my tits and curves beautifully.
“The guys are going to hate that they missed this party,” she says after a second. “Can I just… motorboat you?”
“No, you freak,” I laugh. “We should get going.”
“One day you’ll let me,” she remarks as we walk outside.
When our Uber comes, we talk on the way about our plans for next week. The guys want to take Kaylee and me on vacation but won’t tell us where. I suspect that it’s likely the beach because we were just talking about how we haven’t been since we were kids.
When we get to the party, we immediately grab a shot of tequila.
There are so many people here and I keep losing track of where Kaylee is.
We dance together but we keep getting separated.
When a song ends, I turn around and expect it to be Kaylee holding my waist since not two minutes ago she was, but it’s Fisher.
I gasp and back away from him before turning and walking somewhere else. I know I’m just putting more distance between Kaylee and I, but I don’t want to be near him. I think that I have gotten far enough away from Fisher but when I look around to make sure I see him walking toward me.
“Fuck,” I sigh.
I turn and keep walking. Suddenly, I am ready to go the fuck home. I pull my phone out and call Kaylee. She answers right away.
“Hey,” she says over the music. “Go to the… I’m in…”
“What?” I ask. “I can’t hear you.”
“Go…. Where…. Hello?” I can only hear bits and pieces of what she is saying because everything is so loud, I get frustrated and hang up. I go to the kitchen first and get a drink.
As I’m walking back through the house, trying to find Kaylee, a few people bump into me.
One of the times is because some asshole turned the lights off because they want to play with glow-in-the-dark bracelets while they dance.
I can see that someone is hitting them out and it illuminates the room slightly along with the outside lights from the back patio shining through the door.
I can see enough to walk through as I try to get to the back patio, but a large body runs into my back.
“Sorry,” someone mumbles.
“Mhmm,” I say as I step out onto the back patio. There are not a lot of people out here so I sit down and take a sip of my drink so I can text Kaylee.
Me: On the back patio.
Kaylee: Shit. I’m upstairs looking for you. Be down soon. There are so many people here.
Kaylee: Why did these drunk motherfuckers turn the lights off again? Last time someone broke a glass and someone got cut.
Me: Fisher was touching me. He had a hold of my waist. He followed me for a sec, but I lost him. I’m ready to go home.
Kaylee: Gross. Yeah, let’s go. Stay where you are, and I’ll come to you.
Me: ’Kay.
I take another sip of my drink and lay my head back. Either I’ve gotten too hot or I drank more than I thought because I’m starting to get dizzy. Kaylee needs to hurry up because it’s getting worse.
“Enjoying your night?” I hear a voice say. I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that it’s Fisher.
Suddenly, my mind is racing, but I can’t straighten my thoughts out.
There is a realization sweeping over me.
There’s a good possibility that it was Fisher that I ran into in the dark.
That combined with my sudden dizzy spell and now Fisher approaching me, I fear that I have fucked up big-time.
They clearly told me not to drink anything if I wasn’t sure if it had been messed with.
I go to stand up, and I sway heavily. I’ve had a few shots, but I can handle that. There’s no reason I should be this unsteady. Not unless… fuck, he put something in my drink. My vision is blurry, but I can see a grin on his face as he gets closer to me.
“Go away,” I slur.
“Oh, what kind of gentleman would I be if I left you here drunk and vulnerable?” he says as he puts his arm around my waist.
“S-stop it,” I mumble. I put my hands on his chest and try to push away from him, but he’s tightened his grip, and he sweeps my legs out from underneath me.
My head drops and I can hardly keep my eyes open.
The world is spinning, but I don’t know what direction I’m moving.
I can’t tell if I’m actually moving or if he is walking with me.
Fuck, this is bad. In my head I am fighting him, but I don’t think I actually am.
I don’t even think that my eyes are open.
Everything is dark and it feels like there are weights on my eyelids.
I find myself dozing off unwillingly. No matter how much I try to force myself to stay awake and to open my eyes, I can’t.
My body feels weird, and I can’t pinpoint why until Fisher’s voice breaks through the haze. “Let’s see what other secrets you have, little slut,” he says.
I’m suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that I’m naked. I am lying on the floor, I think. It feels like a mat of some sort. I force my eyes open as soon as I feel hands on my thigh. “Stop,” I choke out when I see Fisher with his dick out. I kick at him with all the energy that I can muster up.
“Ooo. I do like it when they fight,” he laughs and straddles my body.
He grabs my wrist, but I try to pull my arms free.
He laughs again and holds them above my head.
I’m still so weak from whatever the fuck he drugged me with, and I’m fairly certain that I’m crying.
I can’t think straight in my body is not responding to what I’m telling it to do.
Half the words that I think that I’m saying I don’t think are coming out audibly.
Fisher spreads my legs and chuckles. Fuck. The piercing. That sick fuck is about to hyperfocus on it. “What do we have here, little slut?” he asks as he twists it, making my body contort and I groan.
“Stop,” I mumble. I try to close my legs, but he shoves his knees between mine to force my legs apart. I drift away again even though I’m trying like hell to wake myself up to find the energy to fight him.
I come back when I feel him shove himself inside of me. He is inches from my face as he thrusts hard. He’s not big, but all but the friction of him shoving himself into me when I’m dry sends a wave of pain through my abdomen.