Five Alarm Forever: A Reverse Harem Holiday Romance

by Dizzy Hooper

  "We're not finished here, just so you know."

  I swallow down a lump that threatens to close my throat. I want to tell him that the idea that we were going to be a one and done hadn't entered my mind, but of course it had. It never got any traction, though.

  So I just nod, acknowledging the best I can in this moment that, yeah. There's a hell of a lot more to explore between us.

  And we will. Later.

  For now, Sal is at my back, helping to pull me off of Walker. His cock slips free with another wet sound, and I shudder.

  I don't have time to dwell on his absence, though. Sal sits back, hauling me along with him and sitting me on his lap, my spine to his chest, my legs spread obscenely, my ruined cunt and ass both on display.

  His cock hot and hard against the small of my back.

  I groan, grinding against him. My pussy spasms, my clit twitching as more slick come leaks out of me. My breast ache, pressed forward the way they are in this position.

  Sal runs his palms along my inner thighs, keeping me open wide for everyone to look at. His hands trace closer to the gaping center of me, and I pant, straining for that touch.

  He gives it to me, too, slipping his fingertips through my slick folds, darting them inside and circling my clit. I let out a wanton sound as my body starts to wind itself up again.

  Then he draws his fingers lower, rubbing at the sore, swollen ring of my ass. "What do you think, baby? You ready to let me in here now?"

  I tremble, my holes clamping down.

  "You and your obsession with my ass," I quip, but there's no sting to it. I'm liquid in his hands.

  "What can I say? It's a thing of beauty." He dips a finger inside my tight back opening, and it slides inside so easily. I'm so open and wet from taking Street's cock back there.

  What's one more?

  "Knock yourself out."

  "Fuck." He pulls his finger out and grasps the side of my face with his clean hand, dragging me around for a wet, claiming kiss. I lose myself in it for a second.

  Right until he gets his hands under my thighs again and lifts me up.

  My legs are jello, but somehow I find the strength to rise onto my knees. He grasps his cock by the base, angling himself up.

  At his urging, I sink down.

  And it's the same sharp ache, the same impossible feeling as my ass parts for him. It's easier this time, though, my muscles relaxed from the thorough fucking I already took and the pleasure of two orgasms practically on top of each other.

  Still, we cry out as one as his crown slips through that tight ring. The initial sting fades, and I drop down and down and down. He's nearly as big as Street, long and wide, and by the time my ass meets the tops of his thighs, my eyes are wet again, my chest heaving from the strain of taking him.

  "God, Heidi." Sal presses his face to my hair as his cock slips that final inch inside me. He sounds wrecked, and God knows I am, sitting here, impaled on his enormous length.

  And yet I'm still not done.

  My pussy contracts painfully around nothing, and my overstuffed ass isn't helping things. Helpless and needy, I look to the rest of the men in the room. I drop my hand down to rub at my throbbing clit. "Well?"

  Street and Walker have more or less collapsed over on the side, sitting closer than I've ever seen them before, seemingly unselfconscious about being fully, gloriously nude. I swing my gaze past them, first to Corey and then to Jaquan.

  Jaquan's also taken the initiative to discard the rest of his clothes. His thick cock stands at attention, jutting from his hips, and damn it looks good. I lick my lips and finger my clit harder.

  But instead of diving right in, Jaquan turns to Corey. "You want next?"

  Corey actually, honestly squeaks. He's still got his underwear on, the fabric stretched to its limit by his erection. "I—I thought you—"

  Jaquan smirks, sexy and confident. "She's got a mouth, too, hasn't she?"

  It's my turn to let out a shocked sound. My eyes fly wide. Sal clamps his hands down around my waist, keeping me in place, but my movement has me bouncing just a little on his cock, and even that small stimulation has me groaning.

  He trails one hand up my body, bringing it to my lips. "That make you hot, baby? Want to take all three of us?"

  What do they think I am—some kind of porn star?

  But as impossible as it sounds, getting fucked in all three holes is right in line with my illicit fantasies about these guys. My cunt flares with heat, ripples of pleasure spreading through me.

  I dip my head, taking Sal's fingers in my mouth and sucking on them, gazing at Corey all the while. I release them with a wet pop.

  "I'm game if you are."

  Corey swears beneath his breath. He was so determined to make our time together special, to show me he wanted me for more than just sex. I've resisted the temptation to offer to bring him into the threesomes I've been having with Sal and Jaquan for a while now. Part of me expects him to walk away right now.

  For a second it looks like he actually might.

  But then he mutters, "Fuck it."

  He tucks his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and shoves them down.

  My pussy pulses with wanting as his dick comes into view. The need is almost overwhelming as he closes the space to join me and Sal. Looking to Jaquan, he drops to his knees between my spread legs. "You sure, man?"

  "Be my guest." Jaquan licks his lips and strokes his cock from the base to the tip. "I'll get another shot at her pussy later."

  I clench down, and why does hearing them talk about me like an object, like a sex toy that's been placed entirely at their disposal make me so fucking hot? It should be degrading. It should be the last damn thing I want, but here in the heat of the moment, it's setting my blood on fire.

  It just feels so good to give up some control. To let these men have me, passing me back and forth between them. To have them all fucking me, touching me, taking care of me, loving me—

  I huff out a harsh breath and thrash my head to the side.

  No, that's too much. I can't even go there. I've never been able to approach that level of attachment with anyone, let alone five guys at once.

  So why does it feel so right?

  I force the thought away, concentrating on Corey as he takes Jaquan at his word. He closes the gap between our bodies. Sal moves his legs to make room for him, and then Corey is there, cupping my face in his hands, kissing me soft and slow.

  Then he draws back. Holding my gaze, he takes his cock in hand and rubs the blunt head all up and down my slit. I groan, getting my hand out of the way, reaching down to caress his balls, then helping grasp him by the shaft.

  Together, we line him up with my opening.

  Slowly, achingly slowly, he presses inside.

  I throw my head back against Sal's shoulder, my body screaming, and I can't catch my breath. It doesn't matter that I'm dripping wet with my own juices and Walker's come, that I'm as slick and open as can be. Sal's already occupying all the space in my body with his dick that's buried in my ass. There's no room left, and yet Corey finds some. He glides himself inside me, and I'm so full, so fucking full.

  When he's all the way inside, he kisses me again, and I bite his lip, digging my hands into his shoulders just for something to hold onto.

  "Amazing," he murmurs, voice gruff, cock throbbing inside me. "Fuck, Heidi, you feel so good."

  "Doesn't she, though?" Sal echoes, and I groan.

  I'm beyond words, soaking up their praise and trying to breathe through the intensity of the stretch.

  When Jaquan brushes his fingertips against the side of my face, I just about come right there on the spot.

  I break the kiss with Corey, twisting my neck. Jaquan is standing there, his cock big and proud and right in front of my face. Wetness glistens at his tip, and I reach forward to lick at his slit, gazing into his eyes the whole time.

  "Shit," Corey says, rocking into me, putting pressure on my clit, and I groan as I op
en wider for Jaquan.

  Gripping the back of my head, Jaquan takes full advantage. He glides the head of his cock over my tongue, and I close my lips around him, sucking with all I have. As he starts to fuck my mouth, Corey falls into his rhythm. Sal holds onto me, helping me to move, and before I know it, I'm being used by all three men, rising and falling on Sal's cock while Corey fills my cunt and Jaquan slips into my throat, and I can't breathe, I can't speak.

  I can't do anything except feel and allow myself to be possessed, taken.

  And take me they do. I rock with them, sensation building and flowing inside me as I'm stretched to my limit. I breathe when Jaquan allows me to, I get pressure against my clit when Corey sees fit to give it. Sal cups my breasts, pulling and twisting at my nipples, and I groan, humming around my mouthful, everything cresting too fast.

  "Jesus," Walker says, and I open my eyes.

  He and Street are just sitting there, naked, spent, their come helping slick the way for these other three men. They're watching me be taken apart, and I can't hold on another second.

  I come apart around all three of them, pulsing endlessly, my body turning inside out, and maybe I leave this earth entirely.

  It doesn't stop, either. They keep fucking me without a moment's pause. My orgasm hits its peak, but instead of receding it just builds again and again, until I'm one line of overwhelming pleasure, one scream, one body bringing pleasure to all three of my crewmates, my lovers now, my friends…

  My heart squeezes all over again, and my cunt clenches down. I'm trying so hard to keep my emotions out of this, but these guys make me feel too much. They engage me, they respect me. They make me laugh and good Lord in heaven, they make me come, and I can't even lie to myself any more.

  I'm in deep with them. Too deep. When it all falls apart, it's going to leave me broken.

  But for the first time in my life, here with these men, I feel healed.

  Whole.

  I choke, both on the intense emotions and on Jaquan's thick cock as he fucks too deeply into my throat. My body convulses, and Sal swears. He abandons my tits for my hips and holds me steady, pounding into my ass without rhythm.

  Everything falls apart from there, in the best possible way. Sal comes unglued, shooting hot come into my back passage, and I throb, milking him for every drop of it. That sets off Corey, who grinds in deep and floods my pussy. Jaquan follows moments after, and I swallow mouthful after mouthful of his release, only to have the last few jets drip down my chin.

  He pulls out, painting my cheek. Corey pushes in one final time, and Sal shudders. I come again, too weak to do more than whimper as the pleasure shivers me right down to my bones.

  I slump back into Sal's waiting arms. Corey covers me with his body, while Jaquan leans in to kiss his release from my lips, and it's too good. I'm glowing, going, gone.

  Delirious, I look past them to Walker and Street. Their eyes shine with a possession to match what I feel inside my chest.

  And I swear to God, covered in come and still impaled on two cocks, naked before all five of these incredible, kind, caring men, I've never felt so perfect.

  So complete.

  37

  An hour later, we're all lounging around on the palette the guys made. Fresh sheets and blankets protect our skin from the stiff mattresses. Someone must have cranked the heat up—probably around the same time they went downstairs to grab all the junkfood in the station, which we're now munching on. Naked.

  My life has taken a seriously strange turn. A pretty awesome turn, to be sure. But definitely strange.

  Laughing quietly to myself, I lean more deeply into Walker's body and pop another pretzel in my mouth.

  All of the guys have been affectionate, here in the aftermath. Street's keeping his distance a bit, sitting leaned up against the wall beside our little nest, but he's still here. Considering how quickly he tends to disappear whenever he's not contractually required to be somewhere, that's saying something.

  Walker, on the other hand, has been downright possessive, never letting me stray far from his side. His hands keep running along my skin, and it's hard to imagine my sore ass and fucked-out pussy are ever going to ready to have sex again, but he's kept a low arousal simmering deep in my belly. A few well-placed, soft, sucking kisses along my neck and I'd probably be putty in his hands, spreading my legs for him and inviting him to do his worst.

  And maybe we'll get down to that, later. Before he pulled out, he promised me we weren't finished with what we'd started together, and I believe him.

  For now, though, we're resting, idly talking shop. Enjoying the moment.

  A lull hits in the conversation, and I drift a little, random thoughts passing through my mind.

  Stretching out long on one of the other mattresses, Sal hums contemplatively. "So how fast do you think we'd get fired if the commissioner decided to do a random inspection right now?"

  Jaquan laughs. "We'd be out on our asses naked."

  Street gives a similarly amused sound, while Corey furrows his brow.

  Walker's hands go tight against my sides. "That wouldn't happen."

  "Really?" Sal half sits up, expression skeptical. He waves a lazy hand around. "This wouldn't raise any red flags?"

  Walker's throat bobs. "I'd get fired. The rest of you would get a warning."

  Something in my chest goes tight. But my tongue is frozen. I can't seem to form the words.

  "Bullshit, LT," Jaquan says, oblivious to the way my ribs are crushing my lungs.

  Walker holds up a hand. "I'm the one responsible for all of you."

  "So you'd take the fall for us?"

  "I'm abusing my position," Walker says frankly. "They'd be right to give me the axe."

  Corey shakes his head. "You're the last person in the world who'd abuse anything, much less anyone."

  More garbled protests rise up around us.

  But Corey's right.

  Besides.

  My tongue finally comes unstuck. "You all know I'd be the first to go."

  In a flash, the rest of the room goes silent.

  Sal sits up the rest of the way, chest puffing up. Street's easy lounge shifts to something dangerous.

  "That's some sexist bullshit," Corey says.

  My stomach twists. "But it's true."

  "It's not." Walker's voice is harsh with conviction, but he can't change my mind.

  "Please." Something ugly and dark tears at my throat. "I'm the slut who led you all into temptation."

  "What?" Jaquan asks.

  Corey boggles. "I asked you out."

  Walker shifts, moving so we can see each other better, taking my face in his hands. "You are most certainly not."

  My stupid eyes prickle. "Yeah, I kind of am. Or at least that's how everybody would see it."

  "We wouldn't let them," Sal insists.

  Jaquan agrees. "I'd quit."

  "We all would," Street says.

  I shake my head. "Wouldn't do any good." I look to Walker sadly. "Doesn't matter if you're in charge. I'm the one who gets blamed here."

  "Never."

  I pull away a fraction, wiggling loose from his hold. Hugging my knees, I shrug, but there's no ball small enough for me to curl up into. The facts are the facts here.

  And there are facts that they don't know.

  It's like fiberglass lines my lungs. But I grit out, "With my record…"

  "I told you none of that matters," Walker says.

  Jaquan pulls a face. "You think we care about some file on you?"

  I look to him sharply. "You don't know what's in it."

  Street interrupts. "You got something you need to get off your chest, princess?"

  "What exactly did I tell you I would do if you called me that again?"

  "You want to put your mouth on my dick, I'm not going to stop you."

  God, yeah, he really does trust me that far, doesn't he?

  Well, maybe he shouldn't.

  Through the banter and the cross-talk,
Corey's quiet voice cuts through. "Guys. Let her talk."

  That shuts up even Street. Walker's still glowering at me, but he's at least done interrupting, it seems.

  Which doesn't make me self-conscious or anything.

  Shivering, I grab one of the blankets we've been lounging on and wrap it around myself. If I'm going to bare my soul for these guys, I can at least do it with my tits covered, thank you very much.

  I glance around at each of them in turn. They gaze back at me expectantly. Corey exudes patience, while Jaquan's literally sitting on his hands.

  The good news is that I have their attention.

  The bad news is that I have no idea where to start.

  So I deflect, at least a little. Looking to Walker, I ask, "How much do they know?"

  "They know you're an outstanding firefighter."

  Good grief. "You know what I mean."

  Walker grits his teeth. "I told them the truth. You parted ways with your old squad, and we scooped you up."

  "'Parted ways.' Wow."

  "So what did happen?" Jaquan asks.

  I tilt my chin up. At least someone's willing to cut the crap. "According to my former chief, gross negligence and dereliction of duty."

  Sal whistles, and Corey's brows rise toward his hairline. I brace myself.

  These guys seriously had no idea. Walker told them to put their lives in my hands, but he didn't tell them how little they could trust me.

  He looks like he's chewing glass as I set the record straight.

  But Street's not having any of it. "That's not what he asked you. He didn't want to know what your chief thinks happened. He asked you what actually did."

  "You going to believe my word over Duke Hopkins'?" Even out here, they have to know who that is.

  Chief of the Chicago Fire Department. Potential mayoral candidate. National speaker, media darling, poster boy for the career guy, rising through the ranks from probie to LT to chief.

  Dirty, rotten, scumbag asshole.

  But no one knows that except me.