Page 39 of The Alpha: Part One
We’ve done that before, too. The memory of exquisite fullness pulls at me and I push two fingers inside myself, tugging at my nipple with my other hand. “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes. I want that. It feels so good with both of you.”
I abandon my nipple and drag my palm down and across my hip and farther back, slipping my fingers between my cheeks to tease my back entrance. Sensation explodes and my hips thrust involuntarily as I moan.
“Tell me what you did just now,” Michael grits.
I simultaneously swirl my fingertips across my asshole and pump my fingers inside my pussy, hissing and panting. “I’m fingering myself, just like you said. Front and back.” It’s silly, but no matter what vulgar, lewd things I think inside my own head, I just can’t bring myself to say things like pussy and asshole out loud. Sometimes something slips out and their reaction is always explosive. I have no idea what I say when I’m deep in, but I’m confident I’d be horrified.
“Fuck,” Michael growls, and I hear something pop on the other end of the line, then a rustling sound.
“Are you serious?” Ben hisses, not to me.
“I don’t care. Take the picture,” Michael grunts.
I keep building my momentum, rubbing my clit in circles every other thrust, teasing my asshole, pressing my fingertip just a bit more every time I do it. Then my phone buzzes in the tray and I jump to open the attachment.
It’s a picture of Michael’s fist wrapped tightly around his thick cock. Precum is dripping from the tip and rolling down the side of his head, and the V of his muscled abdomen is only slightly masked by the shadows surrounding him. Licking my lips, I groan and all but smash my fingers against my clit. “Oh gosh, Michael. That’s so hot. I wish I was there to lick it.”
More growls sound from their end of the call and Ben makes everything better and worse by describing what Michael’s doing. “He’s so hard, Desie. We both are. He’s stroking up and down, real slow, holding his cock so tight, and he’s leaking so much. People keep walking by, anybody could see him jerking off right now.”
I shiver, knowing Michael is exposed, risking someone seeing him pleasure himself just because I want him to. Then I think about Benny torturously hard behind his zipper. “I want to jerk both of you off at the same time again. I love that,” I tell them. It’s true. Feeling both of them thick and hot, trembling in my hands and lifting their hips into my touch is one of my favorite things in the universe.
“We like that, too,” Michael purrs. “Keep touching yourself, baby. Can you get your fingers inside? God, I want to hear you finger your pussy and your asshole. Try Desie. Let me hear you.”
“Fuck yes, Desie. Do it,” Ben pushes. “I want you to feel how tight you are. I want you to imagine how tight you are around us when we fuck you like that.”
I whimper, and thrust my fingers inside my pussy, pushing steadily against my back entrance, gasping when one of my fingers breach the tight ring of resistance. If I’m this tight around just my finger, I can’t imagine how constricting it must be when one of them uses their cock.
I keep working my fingers, grunting and gasping until I coax a second finger inside. Then I flex my wrists, thrusting inside from both directions as deeply as I can. I moan, long and loud, and do it again.
Twin groans come across the line, then Michael growls, “how many fingers are you using? What does it feel like?”
“Two,” I pant, wishing it was more, wishing it was him. “I don’t know how you fit.”
Ben chuckles. “It’s tough sometimes. Feels so good, though.”
I keep working my fingers deeper, pressing the heel of my hand against my clit, climbing closer and closer to release as breathy, needy sounds fall out of me. They continuously urge me higher with the things they’re saying.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby.”
“Keep going, you sound so sexy.”
“Fuck, Desie, you’re going to make me cum.”
Then Ben says something that pushes me over the edge.
“Just imagine, baby. Me in your pussy, Michael in your ass, and Seth can take your mouth. Then you can be full of all of us.”
The image flickers behind my eyelids, and it takes all my effort to keep from collapsing into the tub when my orgasm rolls through me.
Michael hisses his release soon after, then Ben starts laughing about the fact that there are no napkins in the truck and the chief is standing right across the road. Michael tells him to shut up, but he starts laughing, too. I tell them both to shut up, and that I’ll text them goodnight, then I finish my shower in lukewarm water.
When I come out of the bathroom, hair wet and skin pruned, Seth’s movie is still playing at high volume, but he isn’t in the house. He’s out on the porch deep into his own phone call. From the quick glance I took through the window, whatever Seth’s talking about is either serious or terrible. I feel pretty awful that he had to take his call outside, but I have zero regrets about my shower adventure with the twins; and I have no intention of mentioning what Ben said to topple me over into that explosive release.
We’re supposed to order pizza tonight. It’s a big deal because he likes pineapple on his pizza like I do, and there isn’t a set of twins here to give me a hard time about. But things have changed.
“So, remember that meeting I told you about? With Minos?”
I nod.
