Chapter 21
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
ONE WEEK LATER
ALISA
Easton, Lyle, and I are the only people home today.
Silas is at high tea with Cassidy to catch up on town gossip, and Troy is at practice.
We had lunch together, and now I’m reclining on a bed-like swing in the backyard next to Easton while Lyle takes a phone call.
It’s hard to believe I’ve lived in this house for a month.
The days are sliding by, and the garden is full of brightly colored azaleas.
The guys each want time with me, and we’re planning one on one dates. I no longer need the wheelchair, and Silas is recreating the different foods Lars brought to me. The trick is not to overwhelm my brain with too much food, which is why the smaller portions work for me.
If I’m still hungry, I eat more, it’s not an enforced portion control to lose weight.
God, that’s the last thing I need to do.
If anything, the weight is slowly starting to stick to me.
I can stomach a smoothie as a snack instead of with a meal, and that’s also helping me to gain weight in the right places.
My curves are returning, and some of the internal scars from my time with Jai and his disgusting pack are beginning to fade away. While I’ll never forget, it’s nice to know I’m making strides in my recovery.
Easton is reading a newspaper next to me and smells really good. Biting my lip, I squeeze my thighs together as my arousal begins to slide past my lower lips. I’m feeling needy.
We’ve been experimenting over the last couple of weeks, finding things I like, and working out a red, green, and yellow scale. Red means everything stops, yellow means we need to talk or I’m riding the edge of being uncomfortable, and green means everything is good to go.
We’ve established I hate being called a ‘good girl’ and I love the bite of pain to orgasm. I don’t mind if they call Troy a good boy, it doesn’t trigger me the same way. There have been lots of conversations about sex, but we haven’t actually had any yet. I think I want to change that.
Sliding my head back on Easton’s shoulder, I wait for him to glance over at me.
His smile is happy and mischievous as he tosses aside his newspaper and cups the back of my head to kiss me.
I lean up for more, and soon find myself straddling him as his fingers dig into the muscles of my upper thighs and ass.
Our tongues tangle together as we kiss, and when he groans into my open mouth, I whimper. I feel the sound travel through my body and my clit throbs with need.
“Alpha,” I moan.
“You need attention, don’t you, baby?” he murmurs, his knuckles rubbing over my clothes covered pussy.
The days still have a slight chill in them, and I find myself getting cold easily.
However, I’m cursing my choice to wear leggings underneath my sweater dress. Boo, hiss, I don’t want to be teased!
My lips pout at him, and I gasp as he peels my leggings and panties down my ass and thighs.
“I’m going to give it to you,” he says. “As much of it as you want. Aren’t I nice?”
“The best,” I agree, nodding as I kick my clothes onto the floor. To show him how much I appreciate him, I pull my dress off and toss away my bra as well as he grins underneath me.
“So no teasing, got it.” His fingers push inside of my entrance as I drop back, his thumb rubbing against my clit in firm, tight circles.
“Ah. Yes, oh fuck,” I gasp.
“You could have told me to throw the newspaper away earlier,” he chuckles, sucking on my nipples as I grind against his hand.
“That’s rude,” I moan. “I thought you were doing the crossword or something…”
“Oh you’re mean when you’re horny,” he teases me. “I do enjoy a crossword, but I won’t choose it over playing with your pussy.”
“Alpha,” I whine.
“I need to eat your cunt, baby,” he growls, toppling me into the bed and following me so he’s on top. “Grab your thighs and lift them, pretty girl. Show off your sweet pussy to your alpha.”
As he sits up, I grab my thighs and spread myself open for him. He keeps his gaze on his fingers as he slowly fucks my pussy with them, and then he’s leaning down to suck on my clit.
My chest heaves as I pant as he grins up at me.
“Don’t be quiet on my account, sweetheart. No one gives a fuck if you scream while I’m eating you out,” he murmurs, removing his fingers to shove his thick tongue inside of me.
“Ahh, oh, fuck!” I cry out, my hips pushing up against his face. Easton presses his hand against my stomach to keep me still while I writhe, and I can feel his thumb rubbing my asshole.
Embarrassingly, slick pushes out to ease his thumb inside of me, and he growls appreciatively. I think it’s sexy when they growl at me, but strangers? No, thanks.
“Mmm. Your cries are perfect,” Lyle says, climbing onto the bed.
Grabbing his shirt, he pulls it off and tosses it to the side.
My mouth drops open as Easton does something with his tongue to make me see stars, and Lyle gazes down my body.
“Baby, you’re so wet. Look at how tight your nipples are. Fuck.”
His hand squeezes the breast closest to him as he lays his cheek on his fist almost lazily. At first, the pressure is gentle, and then his fingers begin to pinch my nipples as well.
“Yes. Lyle, yes,” I wail.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “Are you taking fingers in your asshole for Easton?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Can you tell how many?” East asks, pushing inside of me as my back bows.
“Three?” I ask.
“For now,” he says. “You’re taking them so well, Alisa. Your ass is pulling them in and you’re slicking everywhere. So goddamned beautiful.”
“How do you feel about matching butt plugs to wear with Troy?” Lyle asks suddenly, chuckling before he kisses me.
“Green,” I rasp, chasing his lips until he’s devouring my lips. Hands touch all over my body as I moan, and Lyle swallows down my sounds as he kisses me.
I know I’m being forward and a bit wild. Sex has been part of my life for longer than it should have, but the difference is that I get to choose who I share my body with. I don’t want to wait anymore.
Fuck what anyone else says, I deserve to make my own choices.
“We started Troy with a smaller plug,” Lyle murmurs against my lips. “Do you want a larger one? It may help you concentrate better.”
I giggle at the thought before he makes me wail as he pushes his fingers into my pussy.
“Is that a yes?” he asks teasingly, filling me as he curls his fingers.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Ugh! That feels so good.”
He and Easton stop talking and work together to make me break apart with a scream as I come.
“Did you just want a few orgasms, or something more?” Easton asks, pulling his own shirt off. He moves up to kiss me, and I moan as I keep my legs open and ghost my hands over his muscles. The warmth of his body feels good since I’m overheated and still want more.
“Will you give me your cock if I ask nicely?” I moan.
“I think I’d give you my cock even if you didn’t,” he says, nipping at my lips. “Do you want to be knotted?”
I shiver as I nod, because I really want that.
“Yes…ugh, yes!” I yell, knowing he wants to hear the words.
“Hmm,” Lyle says, continuing to pump his fingers inside of me as he moves up to lay next to me. “I think you should take my fist before you take a knot. You know, to make sure you want it.”
“It’s hard to pull a knot back once I start to give it to you,” Easton growls.
Lyle and East kiss me together and I feel Lyle’s thumb graze my swollen lower lips before he begins to push his fist inside of me. My eyes close as I enjoy the three way kiss, our tongues all tangled together. It’s hot as hell.
Their lips are soft and pillowy, while the scruff of their hair scratches at my skin. It increases my sensitivity, and goosebumps raise all over my body as Lyle stretches me.
“Can you hear your greedy cunt sucking his fist in?” East asks. “Does it hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t,” I moan, only able to focus on the second question. “It feels so good. Ah! I think I may come again.”
“So damn perfect,” East purrs, his fingers ghosting down my body to rub and pinch my throbbing bundle of nerve endings. My heels dig into the bed as I moan, and my alphas kiss me as I find my release.
I’m breathing hard as Lyle carefully pulls his fist out, and I hiss at how different it feels coming out than it did in. Easton pulls off his pants, and his cock bounces out with precum sliding down the shaft.
“I almost came in my pants,” he smirks. “Hearing you lose control is the best kind of porn.”
My eyes widen as I gaze at his penis and Lyle chuckles.
“I can’t even remind you where his eyes are because you don’t fucking care, do you, Alisa?” he asks.
“Nope. I want to feel his juicy cock inside of me…right now. Please and thank you.”
“Are you trying to cover all of your bases?” he asks, kissing up my jaw. He brings his slick covered fingers up to my lips and pushes them past, and I immediately begin to suck on them.
“Yes, Daddy,” I mumble around his fingers, my tongue swirling around to lick up every drop of my slick. I love the taste of his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans.
“Will you turn over for me?” Easton asks, pushing on my thigh until I’m on my stomach. “Hmm. I think Lyle should sit against the pillows and hold you. I plan to take my time while I make love to my omega.”
I blush, because no one has ever talked to me like this.
Of all the filthy things people call me, it’s the sweet ones that surprise me the most. Pushing up onto my knees, I watch as Lyle lays where I was just a moment ago.
His pants are unbuttoned but still zipped, and his cock is thick inside of it.
I find my mouth beginning to water as I stare at the indention on it before glancing up at him.
“It’s all yours,” he chuckles. “Don’t you worry. I don’t want to assume a thing, baby. If you want to suck my cock at any point, pull it out. It’s yours.”
I don’t know why it felt as if he was hiding his cock from me, but it did.