Five Alarm Forever: A Reverse Harem Holiday Romance

by Dizzy Hooper

  Then he's on me, pressing me into the wall. With just that tiny modicum of privacy, my inhibitions fall further. I grind into him, and his hard cock shoves against my hip through our clothes.

  His crutch tumbles to the ground. With two hands on the wall, he cages me in, looming over me, and yes—that's what I wanted. To be surrounded, to have the rest of the world eclipsed. To be taken out of my freaking head at last.

  And damn does he ever deliver. He devours my mouth with his, scraping teeth over my tongue and sucking at my lips. He tastes like heaven, and his body feels even better.

  I run my hands up and down the naked skin of his back, feeling the carved marble of his musculature, reveling in the heat of all that gorgeous, smooth skin. When I cup the back of his neck, he kisses me even more deeply. His close-cropped hair is soft against my palm, his late day stubble sharp, and I eat it all up, wanting more, more, more.

  He gives it to me, too. My touch-starved skin lights up with every point of contact as he explores me just as thoroughly as I do him.

  Slipping his hands under the hem of my shirt again, he shoves the fabric up. I help, pulling my arms out and through. Our mouths part just long enough for him yank the fabric over my head, and then he's working on my jeans. Together, we peel them down. My underwear goes, too. My pussy throbs, unleashing another gush of hot slickness. I dig my fingers into the waistband of his exposed boxers, darting in to grab a handful of his perfect ass. Then I reach around and close my hand around his cock, and fuck.

  He's huge—thick and uncut, and the sound of pure need that leaps out of his throat when I squeeze has me clenching inside, ready.

  Together, we get his clothes down his thighs. He crowds me up against the wall again, grinding his bare cock against me, and normally I'd just hop right up, hook my arms around his neck and goad him to drill me into the wall, but that's not going to work.

  I break the kiss, nudging him back. He goes easily enough. His pecs rise and fall with the harsh rhythm of his chest. His cock bobs, wetness beading up at the tip, and yeah, I need that in me, ASAP.

  But I force myself to slow down a little. We've been lucky so far; no one's walked into the the locker room. But we haven't exactly been quiet here, and once we get down to the main event, it's only going to get louder.

  Thinking quick, I bend to take my pants the rest of the way off, chucking my boots as I go. I peel off my bra, then urge him backward, past the little changing area and into the shower stall proper. At my urging, he sits down on the bench set into the wall. As I drop to my knees, his eyes go pure black, his cock twitching.

  Holding his gaze, I come to kneel between his legs. But instead of leaning in and licking at his straining flesh, I reach down.

  “Can this come off?” I ask, tapping the immobilizing boot around his ankle.

  He nods. “Long as I’m careful.”

  I can handle that.

  Together, we tear open the velcro that secures the boot. He winces as we work him free, and I feel bad, but it’s not as if he’s stopping me.

  From there, it's easy enough to get his jeans down, and then we're finally, gloriously naked.

  And we're a mess. We should really do something about that.

  Shoving our clothes past the ridge in the floor, I sweep the inner set of curtains closed. The tight space of the shower stall is all the more intimate. Jaquan's throat bobs, his knuckles pale where they grip the edge of the bench.

  I reach up, just able to get my hand on the control for the shower. I turn it on.

  The water runs cold for half a second. I sputter, leaning into him and away from the frigid spray. He laughs and pulls me in, crushing his mouth to mine. Heat fills me, and by the time the shower's up to temperature, it hardly matters; my insides are glowing and warm.

  We sit there anyway, letting the water pour over us like rain. My skin is melting into his as he runs his hands over my body, tugging me close. His expert touch has me throbbing with renewed desire. He plucks and pulls at my aching nipples, cupping my swollen breasts and coaxing me even higher.

  Seems he’s pretty worked up himself.

  "Heidi," he groans into my mouth. "Heidi…"

  "I know."

  The intensity of everything passing between us is almost too much. He almost died today—on some level, we almost died today. Every touch is an affirmation that we're still here, that he's okay. The connection forged between us when I hauled him out of that building sings.

  And there are so many reasons why this is a bad idea. My one resolution for the day was to not jump on any of my co-workers' dicks, but here I am, naked and pressing my aching breasts into the hands of one of them. Warning bells ring in my head. Getting attached is a bad idea. Having sex with a guy you work with is a bad idea.

  No matter how sexy he is, no matter how hard he's been flirting, no matter the hum of life inside you begging you to feel.

  No matter how bad I want him.

  But that's all stuff to worry about later.

  Because hell if I'm not going to do it anyway.

  We really are both filthy from the fire, though. Slowing myself down again, I part from his lips and stand. I reach for the little caddy of supplies hung from the shower head. It's shitty, industrial quality shampoo and soap, but I didn't grab my nicer stuff in my rush to get this man in here and fuck myself silly on him, so I'm going to have to make do.

  Shampoo in hand, I turn back to him. "Do you mind?"

  "Not in the slightest."

  A naughty shiver hums through me. I have my moments, but I've never had a major exhibitionist streak.

  Jaquan's hot, heavy-lidded gaze on me as I lather the shampoo in my hands has me feeling molten deep inside, though. I run my fingers through my hair. The scent of smoke rises up again, only to be washed down the drain.

  Thick bubbles run down my naked body. Jaquan’s hungry gaze follows their path, his attention as hot as a caress. I take my time, soaping my hair and rinsing. There's no conditioner, because these men are animals, but whatever.

  When I'm done, I grab the bar of soap and rub it on my chest. The foam glides over my nipples and down my abdomen, along my thighs and lower.

  Emboldened by my audience, I do a slow, sinuous half turn. I show Jaquan my back and my ass, and he breathes out loudly. I glance at him over my shoulder to find him with his dick in his hand, rubbing his thumb just beneath the head. Fresh tingles of desire make my cunt flex and a flush rise on my skin.

  I'm not even subtle as I bend to wash my calves. I spread my legs by a fraction, putting absolutely everything on display for him. I'm being a tease, an absolute menace, flaunting my needy pussy like this, and I love it. I love feeling wanted. I have no doubt about the effect I'm having on this sexy, gorgeous, prime alpha male.

  And yet I'm taken utterly by surprise when he groans and lunges for me.

  Even without being able to put any weight on his ankle, he's packing some serious strength. His reach is farther than I would have expected. He grabs me by my hips and pulls me back. I slide on the wet tile, letting out a squeal and a laugh.

  My laughter cuts off fast, though, when I find myself in his lap.

  I groan as he cups my thighs and spreads them, hooking one over each of his. His thick cock is hot and hard against the small of my back, and I grind into him. His hands go to iron on my legs, holding me exactly where I am.

  "Did you clean everywhere?" he asks, teeth nipping at the shell of my ear.

  "I don't know." I tip my head to the side, giving him access to my throat. "Better check."

  I spread my legs wider, and he doesn't need to be told twice.

  His hot hands slide up and down my thighs before zeroing in on my center. He's just as bad of a tease as I was, thumbs barely skirting the swollen lips of my cunt a dozen times, working me up until I'm a taut line of anticipation, arching into his touch.

  He denies me again, gliding his palms up my sides. He cups my breasts again, squeezing them and tweaking my tender nipples. M
y clit twitches, my insides aching to be filled.

  "Jaquan—"

  "Shh." He nips at my ear, then latches his mouth to my throat.

  I arch, loving the sting and the bite. He skates his hands to my hips, gripping me there and dragging me back against him. I rub my backside against his huge cock, clenching inside. I could lift up higher, could sit back and sit right on that fat dick.

  But just when I'm worried I'm going to have to take control like that, he releases my hips. His hands dart inward, and I tense, ready for him to keep teasing me.

  But he doesn't fuck around.

  His fingertips finally meet the desperate, wet flesh between my legs. He slicks them all along my lower lips, then up. The first slow, circling stroke against my clit has me whining, throwing my head back.

  "Hmm." His voice rumbles right beside my ear. "Seems pretty dirty right here."

  I pant, my vision going spotty as he traces my slit, dipping his fingertips just inside. "You gonna get me all cleaned up there?"

  "I don't know. Not when I'm just going to get it dirty again."

  I throb, my inner walls flexing helplessly at the promise in his tone.

  And so I'm caught off guard when he finally takes mercy on me, slipping two fingers into my desperate cunt. I twist my neck, digging my nails into his arm and sinking my teeth into his shoulder at the sudden pressure, the fullness where I've been so empty.

  With his other hand, he rubs my clit, and it feels so good, it's all I can do not to scream.

  He works me over like that, the water pouring down on us. It's been so long since anybody's touched me, I'm revving up too fast. I don't want to come just from having my pussy fingered. I want to get fucked—good and hard and deep.

  I force my eyes open, sitting up halfway. I turn to meet his fiery gaze. "Thought you said you were gonna get me dirty."

  His eyes flash. "I'm not gonna argue with that."

  He pulls his hands away, leaving my pussy gaping and aching. As soon as he lets me go, I turn around, and Jesus, he's a vision there. Naked and wet, beads of water dotting his dark skin. His cock standing rigid and ready, his face open.

  His eyes dark, but not only with arousal.

  There's something lost there, too.

  A pang squeezes my chest out of nowhere. The connection between us pulls at me. I meant to just plant myself right on his dick and ride him hard, but I straddle his thighs instead. I put my hand over his heart and feel the steady beat there.

  Again, I'm reminded of what we went through together today. The danger we faced and the good we did.

  The moment we shared, staggering out of a burning building with our arms entwined.

  "Hey. Hey, it's okay, baby. It's okay." He cups my face, his hands going gentle. His thumbs brush just beneath my eyes, and damn, was I actually crying?

  I sniff back any more treacherous tears. Is there more of a turn-off than the person you're about to fuck weeping all over you?

  And it's nothing. I'm fine. Just…overwhelmed.

  "I got you," he murmurs, and he pulls me in.

  I melt into his chest and into his kiss, happy for the excuse to not have him looking at me as I work to pull myself together.

  My emotions stay keyed up, though. I run my hands over his skin as I open for him more deeply, sucking on his tongue and rubbing my pussy all over his naked dick, getting him wet with my slickness.

  "God, I want," I mumble. "Please…"

  "Yeah, yeah—do we need—"

  "No, I'm good, I swear." I got an IUD in 2016, I'm clean.

  "Fuck." He bites out the word. "Me, too."

  "Good, good, just—"

  And this is stupid. Everything about Jaquan screams player. I should be double-wrapping him in latex and requesting a copy of his latest test results, but I carried him out of a house that was crackling with flames today. This barely even blips my radar on the scale of things that are risky.

  So I reach between our bodies.

  Even the touch of my own fingers on my sensitive flesh makes me bite my lips and whine. Lord, but I'm so wound up and strung so tight. I part the lips of my pussy and hold them open, rising up onto my knees over him.

  Kissing him deeply, holding my breath, I slide down.

  There damn well better not be anybody in the locker room right now. If I thought the running water was going to mask what we're getting up to in here, I was an idiot.

  The twin groans that we let out I sink onto his enormous cock are probably loud enough to be heard on the second floor.

  But how can I help myself? It's been forever since I've gotten my cunt properly filled, and Jaquan feels fucking perfect. He's nice and thick, hitting all the right spots inside me. It may be stupid to be fucking him bare, but the glide of flesh on flesh only makes it better. He's so hot inside me, so real.

  "Fuck, Heidi." His big hands grip onto my hips, dragging me down the last inch.

  My clit grinds against his pubic bone as I settle in, fully impaled. I flex around him, and he shudders, squeezing my hips tighter, scraping my lower lip with his teeth.

  We sit there just like that for a minute, getting used to the feeling of each other. The stretch is intense, but I like it that way. We kiss slowly. I scratch my nails over his scalp and hold onto the hard muscle of his shoulder.

  But eventually the temptation to move is too much.

  He gives in to it first. His hips rock minutely into mine, sending a zip of pure electric pleasure up my spine. I echo his movement, and yeah, that's even better. Still kissing, we set up a rhythm. His hands on my body guide me, helping me to ride him. The cold tile of the bench we're sitting on bites into my knees, but I don't care. Every inch of his flesh where our bodies meet is scorching hot.

  Before I know it, I'm hurtling toward climax. My clit drags against his abdomen with every downward stroke I take, the head of his cock battering my G-spot in the best possible way, only I need faster, more.

  I pull away from our kiss, sitting up straight and really riding him.

  Only too late do I realize my mistake.

  As I fuck myself on his perfect cock, our gazes meet, and shit—fuck—

  It's too intense.

  Everything that's happened today threatens to crash over me. Everything that's happened this week—hell, this whole shitty, shitty year.

  When was the last time I let a man inside me—much less let him fuck me raw? When was the last time I trusted anyone so intimately?

  When was the last time I trusted anyone at all?

  Emotion wells up inside me again, my eyes stinging, and I can't hide it. I can't blame it on the water flowing over us.

  Jaquan's just being so good to me. And I don't know how to handle that. Not without fucking it up.

  So that's what I do.

  "Need—" I choke out.

  And then I'm rising off of him.

  My pussy spasms in agony at being suddenly, torturously empty after finally getting the deep fucking it's been aching for. Jaquan lets out a similarly bereft noise, but he lets me go, releasing his punishing grip on my hips.

  I can't explain what I need from him. I can only show him.

  Standing, I slap haphazardly at the control for the shower to turn it off. Fucking in a puddle has no appeal, so I throw the curtain open and stagger a few feet forward. I throw myself onto my hands and knees, then look back at him over my shoulder and spread my thighs, showing him my pussy and begging with my eyes.

  "Fuck, yeah." He lurches off the bench, and shit—I'm such an asshole. I almost forgot about his ankle.

  He seems to be dealing with it, regardless. Within seconds, he's slotted himself in behind me, his hot hands on my ass. He parts my cheeks, and I clench, remembering my fantasy about letting these guys put their cocks in my ass, but not now. No.

  He rubs the head of his cock all up and down my slit until I'm a whining mess, and then finally, finally, he fits himself to my opening. I arch back, trying to fuck myself back on him—anything to get him insid
e, to fill this emptiness.

  When he drives home, it forces a cry from my throat. Shit, he feels so good.

  But my emotions aren't any less intense. I look away, hiding my face and the threat of tears looming in my eyes.

  So it's only as he's bottoming out that I realize we never fully closed the outer curtain to the stall.

  That our loud fucking didn't go unnoticed.

  That we're not alone.

  18

  Sal's dark eyes stare down at me as Jaquan slams home. I shudder, spasming around that thick length, gazing helplessly at the man who's watching us fuck.

  All the reasons why this was a really terrible idea crowd my mind. Getting naked with a co-worker is always dangerous. Doing it at your place of work is worse.

  Doing it when he's one of five sexy, potentially interested co-workers just adds another layer of stupidity to it. Jealousy can break a tight-knit group like this.

  And that's just the list of personal fall-out I could be facing from getting caught taking it in a public shower stall.

  What this could mean for my life, my career is another list that's just as long.

  Jaquan takes another hard, punishing thrust into my slick cunt, and I bite my lip. He's so hot and deep inside me, and he feels so good.

  So the contrast with the ice sheets cracking in my heart is all the more harrowing.

  I came to this town to salvage what was left of my career. This crew is my last, best chance to do the work I've spent my life training for.

  Letting one guy see me naked was a risk. Two?

  My eyes sting anew.

  There's no way this stays just between the three of us. The other guys are going to find out.

  Walker is going to find out. He's never going to look at me the same way again.

  My vision blurs.

  Why does it bother me so much to think about losing his respect?

  What was I thinking doing this?

  Jaquan growls, slamming into me faster, and I whine—but maybe not in a good way.

  The second Jaquan looks up and sees Sal watching us, it's clear. He stops suddenly, his hands sliding away from my body, and the orgasm that had been rising in me despite my terror and my shame slips away. He doesn't pull out, though, and I blink, fighting to focus.