Chapter 41 : A Night for Three in a Hotel Room (Part 1)
New York, Manhattan, Greenwich village – Alex's POV, 3 months later
Things had changed — a lot.
Minecraft 1.0 was nearly finished, just a few final tweaks left before release. The night before, I'd completed assimilating Oracle, and my processing speed had jumped to a whole new level. Everything — from code to coordination — just flowed easier now.
My relationship with Gwen was steady, even if we'd been seeing a bit less of each other lately. Her patrols had taken up more of her nights, and we'd talked about it — really talked. I told her I missed spending time together, that I didn't want us to start drifting apart just because she was out there more often. She listened — and she understood. We agreed to make more time for us, even if it meant fewer patrols now and then.
We'd found a rhythm that worked — she still handled the field, and I still handled the fallout — but now there was a balance. One we both wanted to keep.
As for Mary Jane… she'd fully embraced her place in all this. What started as teasing and playful banter had turned into something more grounded — something real. She'd accepted what this was, what she is, and managed to fit into the strange balance Gwen and I had built.
Which brought me to tonight.
I had a meeting — or maybe "rendezvous" was the better word — with both Gwen and MJ. The kind of evening that required careful timing, a bit of discretion, and a hotel room far enough from campus to keep things private. Gwen had been the one to suggest it, actually. Said it might be "good for everyone."
I wasn't sure if "good" was the right word. But I wasn't about to say no.
My pulse was steady, but there was a small, undeniable tension under it. The kind that came from knowing this wasn't just another night. This was the first time the three of us would be together — not in passing, not by accident, but deliberately.
I stopped in front of the door, adjusting the cuff of my shirt before slipping the keycard through the reader. A quiet click echoed as the lock released.
The soft light from inside spilled out into the hallway, warm and inviting. I stepped in.
Gwen and Mary Jane were already there.
"Look at her, Alex. Look at that desperate fucking thing on her knees. Is that what you want? A pathetic little cocksleeve who'll beg for it?"
Gwen's voice, laced with a venomous excitement, cut through the thick, air-conditioned silence of the hotel suite. She was already sprawled in a plush armchair, one hand lazily tracing circles over her tight stomach beneath her shirt, the other already dipping into the waistband of her shorts. Her eyes, sharp and brilliant, were fixed on the scene unfolding before her.
And what a scene it was.
Mary Jane was on the floor, her knees pressing into the expensive carpet. Her fiery red hair was a mess, falling around her face as she kept her gaze locked on the floor. Her entire body was trembling, a fine, constant shake that spoke of raw nerves and aching need. She was breathing in short, ragged little pants.
And she was looking at me.
No, not at me. At the thick, heavy shape of my cock straining against my pants. Her green eyes were wide, glazed, utterly fixated.
I let the silence stretch, letting Gwen's question hang in the air, letting Mary Jane squirm in it. I took a step closer, my shadow falling over her. The scent of her perfume, something sweet and expensive, was already being drowned out by the sharper, muskier smell of her arousal. I could fucking smell how wet she was from here.
"Look at me, Mary Jane," I said, my voice low. It wasn't a request.
Her head snapped up, those beautiful green eyes finally meeting mine. They were pleading, already swimming with unshed tears of desperate anticipation.
"What are you?" I asked, my tone flat, cold.
She swallowed hard, her throat working. "I'm… I'm your thing," she whispered, her voice cracking.
"Louder."
"I'm your thing!" she repeated, her voice stronger now, edged with a humiliated thrill. "Your… your fucktoy."
Gwen let out a low, throaty laugh from her chair. "A fucktoy? That's giving her too much credit, baby. She's a cunt. A warm, wet hole for you to use. Aren't you, you ginger bitch?"
Mary Jane moaned, a shudder wracking her frame. "Yes! God, yes. I'm just a cunt. A hole for you, Alex. Please."
I reached down, not touching her yet, just letting my fingers hover near her cheek. She flinched, leaning into the phantom touch. "You want my cock?"
"Yes, Sir. More than anything."
"You don't decide what you want," I growled, my voice low and commanding, each word dripping with dominance. "It's not your place to want. Your purpose is to worship. To beg. Feel the difference, slave." My hand shot out, tangling firmly in her fiery red hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her acutely aware of my control. She gasped, her lips parting as a shiver ran through her trembling frame, her green eyes wide with submission and need. The air between us crackled with the intensity of her surrender, her every breath shallow and desperate.
"I understand," she breathed. "I need it. I need your cock."
"Not yet, you don't," I said, I decided to use Pleasure Lock to make sure she wouldn't orgasm before I creampie her. Her eyes flew wide, a different kind of shock registering there. A soft, constant hum of pleasure that had been building in her core didn't vanish, but it suddenly hit a wall. It could climb, and climb, and climb, but it would never, ever tip over. Not until I allowed it.
"What... what did you do?" Mary Jane whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. Her green eyes were wide, pleading for an explanation as she looked up at me, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I smirked, towering over her, my hand still tangled in her hair, holding her in place. "I've made sur you can't cum, Mary Jane," I said, my voice low and commanding, each word deliberate. "Your orgasm is mine now. You'll feel the build, the ache, the need, but you'll never reach the edge. Not until I decide. Not until I'm buried deep inside you, filling your tight little cunt with my cum. You're helpless. You're mine."
Her breath hitched, her body trembling under the weight of my words. She moaned softly, her pussy clenching desperately as if already anticipating the relief I'd deny her until I was ready.
Gwen let out a wicked laugh from her chair, her voice dripping with condescension and arousal. "Oh, look at her," she purred, her fingers moving faster beneath her clothes, the slick sound of her wetness audible even from where I stood. "She's already shaking like a pathetic little bitch. You're nothing but a cum dumpster on a timer, Mary Jane. A warm, wet hole for Alex to use whenever he wants. And you won't even get to come until he's ready to pump his load into you. How fucking humiliating is that?"
Mary Jane whimpered, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. "Please," she begged, her voice cracking. "Please, I need it. I need you, Alex. I need to feel you inside me."
"Not yet," I growled, tightening my grip on her hair. "You'll beg Gwen first. You'll make it clear just how much you need this. How much you crave it."
Gwen leaned forward in her chair, her eyes gleaming with dominance. "Come on, slut," she sneered. "Beg me to let him fuck you. Beg me to let him ruin your worthless little pussy."
Mary Jane's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body quivering with need. "Please, Gwen," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please let him fuck me. I need him inside me. I need his cock, his cum. I'll do anything."
Gwen laughed again, the sound dark and satisfied. "Good girl," she murmured, her fingers still working between her legs. "But you're going to have to do better than that if you want Alex to fill you up. Tell me why you deserve it, you greedy little whore."
Mary Jane's voice broke as she cried out, "Because I'm just a hole for him! A cunt for him to use! Please, let him fuck me, let him fill me up! I'll be his perfect little slut, his perfect little cum dumpster!"
Gwen's grin widened, her arousal spilling over as she watched Mary Jane degrade herself. "Good. Now keep begging while I enjoy the show."
The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of sex and submission. Mary Jane's desperate pleas filled the space, her voice trembling with need as she continued to debase herself for my pleasure—and Gwen's. I could feel the power radiating through the room, my control absolute, their submission complete.
Mary Jane's face went through a series of twitches, from fear to disbelief, and then finally, to a masochistic ecstasy that made her whole body tremble violently. "Oh my God," she moaned, the sound long and drawn out. "Oh fuck… it's… it's building already. I can feel it… but I can't… I can't…"
"You can't come," I finished for her, finally giving her hair a slight tug. "You'll feel every second of it. Every inch. You'll feel that pleasure coiling up inside you, tighter and tighter, until you think you'll fucking explode from it. And you'll stay right there, on the very edge, until I decide to unlock you with my cum. Now. Open your mouth."
She obeyed instantly, her pink mouth dropping open, her tongue lying flat. I spit. A thick, heavy wad of saliva landed directly on her tongue. She didn't even flinch. She just closed her mouth, swallowed, and then she opened her mouth again to show me it was empty.
"Good girl," I murmured, and the praise made her whimper. My hands went to my belt, the clink of the buckle obscenely loud. I undid my pants, pushed them down just enough to free myself.
My cock sprung out, already fully hard, thick and veined and angrily red. Mary Jane's eyes crossed trying to look at it, a low, hungry noise escaping her throat. The sight of it, the sheer size of it, always did this to her. It was a visceral reaction.
"You see what you need?" I asked, wrapping my fist around the base, giving myself a slow, firm stroke. A drop of precum beaded at the tip. "This is what you're starving for. This is what's going to ruin you."
"Please," she begged, her voice a broken sob. "Please, Alex. Let me taste it. Let me suck your fucking cock. I need to taste it. I was born to suck your cock."
I guided myself toward her mouth, the swollen head brushing against her lips. They were so soft. She kept her mouth open, her breath hot and rapid against my skin. I pushed forward, just an inch, just enough to slot the head past her lips.
The heat was instantaneous. Fuck. Her mouth was so fucking hot. And wet. Her tongue came up to lap at the tip, swirling around the slit, tasting my precum with a desperate, hungry moan.
"Look at me, you little slut," Gwen's voice cut through the haze of Mary Jane's muffled moans, sharp and commanding. I glanced over to see her shorts and panties pooled around her ankles, one leg hooked over the arm of the chair, her fingers working furiously in her slick cunt. Her icy blue eyes were locked on Mary Jane, hungry and cruel. "Don't you dare close your eyes. I want to see those pathetic green pools of yours while you slurp on his dick like the desperate cockwhore you are."
Mary Jane whimpered around my cock, her lips stretched wide as she struggled to obey. Her eyes flicked up, meeting Gwen's gaze, and the humiliation painted across her face was fucking exquisite. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her brows pinched in a mix of shame and arousal, but she didn't look away. She couldn't.
"That's right, keep looking at me," Gwen sneered, her fingers moving faster, her voice thick with arousal. "Do you see how much of his cock you're taking? How much of it's stretching that whore mouth of yours? Look at it. Look how deep he's pushing into your throat, how your lips are smeared with spit and precum. You're disgusting. A dirty, drooling cocksleeve. And you love it, don't you?"
Mary Jane moaned, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. Her tongue worked frantically against the underside of my shaft, her saliva dripping down in long, obscene strings onto the carpet. Her eyes stayed fixed on Gwen's, tears welling up as she sucked and slurped, her entire body trembling with the effort to please.
"God, just look at her," Gwen groaned, her own arousal spilling over as she watched. "Her lips are glistening, her mouth is stretched so fucking wide. That's all you are, isn't it, Mary Jane? A warm, wet hole for him to use. And you'll take every inch of him, won't you? Every. Single. Inch. Because you're nothing without his cock in your throat."
Mary Jane nodded frantically, her gag reflex kicking in as I pushed deeper, her throat convulsing around me. Gwen let out a dark chuckle, her fingers working herself to the edge as she reveled in the sight.
"Good slut," Gwen purred, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now keep sucking. Show him how much you need this. Show him why he keeps a pathetic little cum dumpster like you around."
Mary Jane leaned forward, taking more of me into her mouth. It was a struggle. She gagged instantly, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. She forced herself to relax her throat, taking me deeper, inch by torturous inch. The sound was obscene: wet, guttural gulps and choked gags. Glrk. Gulp. Slurp.
I fucked her face slowly, watching my dick disappear between her red-stained lips. Her mascara was starting to run from the tears her gagging forced out. She was a mess. A beautiful, perfect mess. I thrust a little deeper, feeling the head of my cock nudge the back of her throat. Her body convulsed, but she took it, her hands clenching and unclenching on her thighs.
"Such a good fucking mouth," I groaned, the sensation almost too much. Her throat muscles fluttered around me, milking me. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, a heavy, primal ache. But I wasn't ready.