Three Alpha Romeo

Then they really went to town on me.

I collapsed beneath Randall’s weight, taking Holden from my mouth momentarily as he drilled me belly-first into the bed. He pushed one of my legs up. Scissored me sideways, holding my ankle high in his hands, while his friend smeared his saliva-coated cock all over my lips and chin.

“Open…”

I did. I took him again, this time sideways, this time staring up into his eyes. Holden’s expression was all business. He had a look of grim intensity, laden with desire. The same look guys get when they’re getting very close to losing it… but are still trying to maintain control.

“Want some?” Randall asked his friend, and I could only assume he meant my pussy. He was drilling me deeper than ever now, his long cock pushing its way deep into my belly.

“Fuck yes,” Holden growled.

It made me hot, the way they were referring to me. Like I was a piece of property, to be traded off on. Like they were sharing a beer, or splitting a pizza… each of them trying and tasting different parts of my body.

I thought they’d spin me around. Instead, they merely switched places. For a few breathless seconds I lay spread out between them, my chest heaving, my body waiting to be filled and plundered again.

“You love it, don’t you?” The question came from Holden.

Still breathless, I nodded.

“Say it.”

I bit my lip in defiance as he threw one of my legs over his shoulder. Winced in anticipation as he pressed himself against my aching, quivering entrance… and stopped.

“Tell us now, or we stop.”

Randall was rubbing his cock all over my face. I was nuzzling it. Inhaling it. Feeling the warmth and stickiness of my own sex, all over him.

I nodded again, parting my lips as I looked back at Holden. “I love it…”

I felt my leg being shoved higher. The hand clenching my ankle, screw itself even tighter.

Then Holden plunged into me, splitting me open. Spreading my aching pussy around his thick, hard cock.

Right before my eyes crossed, I think I saw stars.

Eighteen

HOLDEN

I was having flashbacks as I sank into her. Recollections of a happier time, when Randall and I shared much more than a team, a place, or a job.

It was the best type of déjá vu.

That we’d done this before wasn’t a big deal. As SEALs and brothers-in-arms, we’d shared lots of things. What was a big deal however, were the feelings that had developed the last time we’d tried this. Shared feelings of love and belonging; an intensity we never thought we could have, except on the battlefield, and our days on the battlefield were over.

Donna.

She’s been more than just a girl we shared physically. She’d been our girlfriend. A lover to the both of us, as well as a companion, a partner, a friend. And then…

And then she wasn’t any of those things anymore.

I remember the emptiness, and how much it had hurt. It had almost even driven a wedge between us, possibly because we’d spent so much time relying on her to fulfill our needs, and fulfilling hers in turn. When she took off it left a void between Randall and I. A hole that neither one of us could fill, and so we both stood staring at it from opposite ends, wondering what to do.

And now…

“Oh God, yes…”

And now we had another girl pinned between us. Equally smart, equally capable. And gorgeous, too. Absolutely fucking stunning, with a body and will that just wouldn’t quit. I could see the fire in her eyes as I fucked her. That smoldering look of intensity that begged me to go harder and deeper inside her. That same look Donna had, all those years ago, when she’d smirk up at us in the middle of everything we were doing to her and whispered those three wicked words: I won’t quit.