Chapter 44 : A Night for Three in a Hotel Room (Part 4)
New York, Manhattan, Greenwich village – Alex's POV
"On your hands and knees, Mary Jane," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for debate. "Now. I want to see that perfect ass in the air while my queen and I talk."
She scrambled to obey, her movements clumsy with exhaustion and arousal. The sight of her, red hair sticking to her sweaty neck, that incredible ass raised high, her pink, glistening folds on full display between her thighs, sent a fresh surge of blood to my already-thickening cock. Her shoulders trembled, her head hanging low. Perfect.
I positioned myself behind her, one hand on the smooth curve of her hip, the other guiding my cock back to her entrance. I didn't push in yet. I just rested the swollen, leaking head against her, feeling her entire body quiver at the contact. She let out a low, desperate whine.
"Quiet," Gwen said from the armchair, her voice a cool, amused dismissal. She had one leg draped over the armrest, her fingers lazily circling her clit. "The adults are talking. You're just the furniture we're using. Furniture doesn't make noise."
I looked over at Gwen, my queen. Her blonde hair was a mess, her breasts rising and falling with her steady breath, her eyes fixed on the point where my body met Mary Jane's. She was the picture of casual, powerful arousal.
"We need to talk about the organisation of the harem," I prompted, flexing my hips just enough to make the head of my dick pop past Mary Jane's tight outer lips. She gasped, a sharp, choked-off sound, and her hands fisted the sheets. I held myself there, not moving, letting her feel the impossible stretch.
"Right," Gwen purred, her voice thick with arousal as she leaned back in the armchair, her fingers working slow circles around her clit. Her eyes were locked on where my cock pressed against Mary Jane's slick entrance, but her words were for me alone. "It's not just about the fucking, Alex. Though, let's be honest, that's a huge part of it." She let out a soft, breathy laugh, her gaze flicking up to meet mine. I love watching you take them. Seeing you lose yourself in them. It's like…she paused, biting her lower lip as she savored the thought—watching you conquer a room, knowing you're mine, but still giving yourself to them. It's so fucking hot."
Her voice dropped lower, taking on a conspiratorial tone. "But the harem isn't just for me. It's not just about my little fantasy. It's about you. You deserve to be loved, worshipped, and taken care of by women who see you, who want you as much as I do. Women like her—" She gestured lazily toward Mary Jane, who whimpered softly as I applied just the slightest pressure, my cockhead teasing her entrance. "Women who will kneel for you, beg for you, and give themselves to you completely. And they can have you too. All of you. Because you're mine, but you're also theirs."
She leaned forward slightly, her free hand trailing down her body, her fingers dipping between her thighs. "That's what the harem is for. It's for us. For you to love them, and for me to watch you love them. It's…" She let out a shuddering breath, her hips rocking gently against her hand as she lost herself in the fantasy. "It's perfect."
Her eyes darkened, and she licked her lips, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Now fuck her, Alex. Make her yours. And let me watch."
I agreed completely. I pushed forward another inch, a slow, brutal invasion that made Mary Jane's back arch. A low moan escaped her before she could stop it.
"I said quiet," Gwen snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the haze of arousal in the room. Mary Jane flinched, her body stiffening as she bit down hard on her lip to stifle any sound. Gwen's gaze lingered on her for a moment before shifting back to me, her expression softening into that familiar, predatory smile. But this time, there was something more—something deeper, more intimate—in her eyes.
"It's not just about the physical, Alex," she began, her voice low and sultry, each word dripping with raw sensuality. Her fingers moved with deliberate slowness over her clit, her arousal obvious in the way her breath hitched as she spoke. "It's about the connection—the way you make them feel, the way they make us feel. It's about the way your cock stretches them open, the way they writhe and beg for more, the way their bodies tremble when they realize they're completely yours."
She leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine, and I could see the flush of pleasure spreading across her chest. "And it's about me, Alex. Watching you take them, watching them surrender to you—it's like…it's like I'm feeling it too. Every thrust, every gasp, every shiver of their bodies—I feel it. It's like we're all connected, all of us, in this moment. You, me, her…" She gestured lazily toward Mary Jane, who let out a soft, involuntary whimper at the mention.
Gwen's smile widened, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. "It's about shared pleasure, Alex. The kind that binds us together, that makes us more than just individuals. When you fuck her, you're not just fucking her—you're fucking me. When she comes undone, it's because of us. And when you fill her up, when you pour yourself into her...it's like you're pouring yourself into me."
Her hand moved faster now, her breathing growing shallow as she lost herself in the intensity of her own words. "That's what this is. That's what the harem is. It's not just about control or domination or even the sex. It's about this—this shared ecstasy, this bond that ties us all together. You, me, them…we're all part of something bigger. Something wild. Something fucking beautiful. And I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Her eyes darkened, and she licked her lips, her voice trembling with barely restrained desire. "Now fuck her, Alex. Make her yours. And let me feel it too."
I didn't need to be told twice. With a low growl, I pushed forward another inch, savoring the way Mary Jane's tight walls clenched around me, the way her body arched in silent plea. Gwen's breathing grew more ragged, her fingers working furiously now as she watched us, her eyes alight with pure, unbridled lust.
It was more than just a connection—it was a symphony of pleasure, and we were all playing our part to perfection.
I began to move, setting a slow, deep, punishing rhythm. Each thrust buried my entire length inside her, the heavy slap of my balls against her clit punctuating our conversation. Mary Jane's breath came in ragged, silent hitches. I could feel the tension coiling in her muscles, the pleasure lock I'd placed on her holding back the cataclysm that my fucking was building inside her.
"The financial part is a problem," I grunted, my own breath starting to shorten. The feel of her tight, wet heat was unbelievable. "This apartment wouldn't work. We'd need a house. A big one."
"I know," Gwen sighed, as if discussing a difficult but mundane business decision. She slipped two fingers inside herself, and the wet sound of her working her pussy mixed with the sounds of me fucking Mary Jane. "Even if we… incorporated… your mom and sister eventually, the apartment is too small.. And I know you're not ready for that step with them yet. But..."
Gwen's voice was low and sultry, her fingers working in slow, deliberate circles around her clit as she leaned back in the armchair. Her eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, never left mine as she began to speak, her words dripping with raw, unbridled desire.
"Imagine it, Alex," she purred, her voice a husky murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. "Your mother, on her knees, begging for you. Begging to be part of this. To be part of us. Her hands trembling as she reaches for you, her voice trembling even more as she pleads for you to take her, to make her yours. And your sister…" She let out a soft, breathy moan, her fingers slipping inside herself as she savored the image. "Oh, Alex, your sister. Her innocence, her purity—you'd destroy it. You'd ruin her, wouldn't you? Just like you've ruined me. Just like you're ruining Mary Jane right now."
Her hips rocked gently against her hand, her breathing growing shallow as she lost herself in the fantasy. "You'd start slow with your sister, wouldn't you? Gentle at first, teasing her, making her want it so badly she can't think straight. And then…then you'd take her. Make her scream. Make her cry. Make her realize that there's no going back. That she'll always be yours. Just like your mom. Just like me. Just like all of us."
Gwen's eyes darkened, her lips parting in a soft gasp as her fingers moved faster, deeper. "And then, when they're both on their knees, when they're both begging for more, you'd give it to them. You'd fuck them senseless, one after the other, until they're nothing but trembling, broken messes. Until they can't think of anything but you."
She leaned forward slightly, her free hand trailing down her body, her fingers dipping between her thighs. "And I…I'd watch it all," she whispered, her voice trembling with barely restrained desire. "I'd watch you take them, Alex. I'd watch them surrender to you, watch them come undone for you. And it would be…it would be beautiful. Because it's not just about the sex. It's about the connection. The bond. The way they'd look at you after, the way they'd feel knowing they're yours. Forever."
Her hand moved faster now, her breathing growing ragged as she watched me, her eyes alight with pure, unbridled lust. "It's not just about control or domination or even the pleasure," she breathed, her voice a hoarse whisper. "It's about this—this shared ecstasy, this bond that ties us all together. You, me, them…we're all part of something bigger. Something wild. Something fucking beautiful."
Gwen's body tensed, a low moan escaping her lips as she came, her fingers working furiously over her clit until she was panting and spent. She leaned back in the chair, her chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths as she looked at me with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.
"Enough!" I snarled, my voice cutting through the room like a whip. My hips stilled inside Mary Jane, and I glared at Gwen, my chest heaving with a mix of anger and something darker, something I didn't want to confront.
Gwen froze, her fingers pausing on her clit, her eyes widening slightly at the sudden shift in tone. "Alex, I—" she began, but I cut her off.
"I said enough!" My voice was low, dangerous, and my hand tightened instinctively around Mary Jane's throat, though not enough to hurt her. "I told you not to bring them into this. Not my mother. Not my sister. Not again." My jaw clenched as the words left my mouth, the contradiction tearing at me. The thought of them—of their submission, their surrender—lit a fire in my blood that both terrified and exhilarated me. And that made me furious.
Gwen's expression softened, but there was a glint of something knowing in her eyes, something that felt far too close to understanding. "Alex," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "you can't keep pretending it doesn't excite you. I see it in your eyes every time I bring it up. That heat. That hunger. You want them. You're just scared of what that means."
I growled, pulling out of Mary Jane abruptly and standing, my cock still slick with her arousal. "You don't get to tell me what I want," I spat, pacing the room like a caged animal. "They're my family, Gwen. It's wrong. It's fucking twisted. And you—" I turned on her, pointing an accusatory finger, "you keep pushing it like it's some kind of game."
Gwen stood now too, her expression calm but her eyes burning with intensity. She stepped closer, her hands reaching for me, but I backed away. "It's not a game," she said softly, her voice trembling with something raw and real. "It's about us. About what we are together. And if they're part of that, Alex, then—"
"No!" I barked, cutting her off again. My head was spinning, the weight of my own desire threatening to crush me. "Just… drop it. "
Gwen's lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes still burning with that knowing glint that made my stomach twist. She nodded slowly, her voice heavy with unspoken promise. "For now," she agreed, the words dripping with intent.
Gwen's lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes still burning with that knowing glint that made my stomach twist. She nodded slowly, her voice heavy with unspoken promise. "For now," she agreed, the words dripping with intent.
"You think this is the time?" I demanded, my voice low but simmering with frustration. My chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as I stepped closer to Gwen, my jaw tightening. She didn't flinch, but her eyes held something I couldn't quite place—something between defiance and understanding. "You think you can just force this on me whenever you feel like it? Push me into a corner until I admit what you think I want?" My hand shot up, not to grip her chin but to gesture sharply between us. "This isn't about control, Gwen. This is about respect. You don't get to decide what I'm ready to talk about. Not when it's this. Not when it's them."
Her expression softened, but there was that glint in her eyes again, that knowing look that always made my stomach twist. "Alex," she said, her voice steady but edged with something raw, "I'm not trying to force you. But we both know there's something there. Something you're not ready to face. And that's okay. But you can't keep pretending it doesn't exist just because it scares you."
I turned away, pacing the room like a caged animal. My mind was a storm, torn between the heat her words ignited in me and the guilt that followed close behind. "It's not about being scared," I snapped, though the words felt hollow even to me. "It's about lines, Gwen. Lines we don't cross. They're my family. How can you even suggest—" My voice broke, and I stopped myself, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
She stepped closer, her presence calm but unwavering. "Because it's not just about them," she said softly. "It's about us. About what we are together. And if there's a part of you that wants this—"
"There isn't," I interrupted sharply, though my voice lacked conviction.
Gwen didn't argue. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm in a gesture that was both tender and firm. "For now," she said quietly, her tone leaving no room for debate, "we'll let it go. But Alex, you can't keep burying this forever."
I exhaled harshly, the weight of her words pressing down on me. She wasn't trying to dominate me; she was pushing me to confront something I wasn't ready to face. And that was almost worse. "Fine," I muttered, my voice strained. "But don't bring it up again. Not yet."
She nodded, her expression unreadable but her eyes still burning with that unspoken promise. "For now," she agreed, her tone heavy with the weight of what neither of us was ready to say.