Snowed In - A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  Everything…

  Jeremy silenced me again with another kiss, and I felt myself go completely over. I was theirs now. Entirely theirs. A woman between two men. My soft curves, trapped between their two rock-hard bodies.

  “O—Okay…” I whispered breathlessly, as if it needed to be said. For me, it did. I needed to hear my own voice. Know that I was giving myself to them.

  And yes, to my deepest, darkest of fantasies.

  My panties were pulled sideways again, and then I felt it — the head of Shane’s cock, pressed tightly between my thighs. He guided it slowly, moving upward, until the head rested right against my swollen pink entrance.

  “That’s our girl,” he whispered, nibbling my earlobe.

  Then he thrust inside me in a single stroke, and my whole world was fire.

  Twelve

  MORGAN

  It was unimaginably hot, being taken by two men at once. Two muscle-bound athletes, so radically different than any of the other lovers I’d let between my legs.

  Jeremy continued kissing me, while Shane pumped me from behind. His cock felt big, even bigger than last night. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing me with his friend. Or maybe it was just tighter down there with my legs clamped closed and my ass pressed up against him, the two of us grinding hard beneath the warmth of our zipped up sleeping bags.

  My new lover’s kisses were soulful, and slow, and deep. He took his time too, rolling his lips sensually against mine, holding me tight as his fraternity brother churned into me from behind. I sighed as Jeremy lowered his face between my breasts. His fingers began rolling my nipples, gently but firmly, as he kissed my two big globes of soft, pillowy flesh.

  You’ve always wanted this…

  I did, actually. I just never vocalized it. Not even to myself. And even then, only during the dirtiest of my manual self-indulgences, and only in the hallowed recesses of my mind.

  Two men at once…

  It was astonishingly more complex than I imagined. Aside from the two hard bodies pressed against me, I had four strong hands drifting over my body. Big, warm legs on either side of me. Two strong cocks, bulging against me. Pistoning slowly, in and out of me…

  Holy shit…

  The trace of every fingertip drove me wild. Each open expanse of skin they touched absolutely quivered with excitement.

  And being fucked…

  …while being held by someone else…

  Strangely that was my favorite part. Knowing I’d become the physical connection between these two men. These two friends who were doing things to me that I would never forget. Things that would live in my memory forever, until my dying breath.

  “She’s so wet, bro…”

  I definitely was. The little valley between my legs felt like a thousand degrees. I could feel how drenched I was down there, all warm and slick and sopping wet.

  “Here, man. You fuck her for a while.”

  Jeremy looked up from between my breasts. Our gazes met, and I nodded eagerly.

  They flipped me around. It happened effortlessly, like they were moving a pillow. One minute I was facing Jeremy and the next I was kissing Shane, feeling the warmth of an all new body pressed against me from behind, an all new cock pushing its way between my dripping wet thighs.

  “Ohhhhhh…”

  I moaned as it went in, piercing me again from behind. Jeremy’s cock was thicker, with a bigger head that filled me in satisfying new ways. He held me against him for a moment, savoring the sensation of being inside me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. The steady beat of his heart, pounding in his chest, pressed up against my naked back.

  “You feel amazing,” he whispered, before burying his face in my hair. Then he began fucking me, and between his diamond-hard thickness and my existing arousal, it was all I could do not to scream.

  This is… is…

  There were no words for it, really. No way to describe being held and kissed and fucked. I felt greedy — that’s the best way to put it. Like I somehow didn’t deserve this. Greedy as in I was taking more than my share.

  And the whole time, I worked hard to give it back to them. My body matched them stroke for stroke. I kissed them hard, with the same hunger and desperation I felt in the pit of my stomach, at the end of each of their thrusts.

  They screwed me like that for a long while, kissing me like a girlfriend, passing me back and forth between them in the soft goose-down envelope that kept us shielded from the cold. Jeremy was strong but sweet, holding me steady while driving into me with all the finesse of an experienced lover. Shane was more forceful and rougher around the edges, but I loved the fierce roll of hips at the end of every grind.

  It was Shane who came first, gripping my shoulders with iron-like fingers. He groaned hard as he emptied himself inside me, all while Jeremy kept kissing me slowly, kneading my breasts in his firm hands.

  My God, Morgan!

  I didn’t want to hear it. I only wanted to come. And with Shane’s seed creating a virtual lake of heat and wetness, I wasn’t far off.

  “On your back,” Jeremy ordered, rolling on top of me even as Shane rolled off. “And spread your legs.”

  He slid in, forcing my legs wide as I stretched out across my back. As he bottomed out I could feel the rising heat in my loins. The lovely pressure of my impending orgasm, which I could tell right away was going to practically black me out.

  “Can I… is it okay…”

  “YES,” I gasped, clutching him against me. My hands slid downward, over his perfect ass. My fingernails curled inward, digging into his tender flesh.

  “Because I’m… I’m about to—”

  My eyes rolled back. I grunted more than said the words: “Me too…”

  I all but erupted, squeezing down around him at almost the exact moment he let loose inside me.

  “UNNNNGHH!”

  Jeremy grabbed me at the last second and pulled me upright as he came. Face to face, eye to eye, we shared a deep, intimate connection as his cock thumped and pulsed and spasmed, somewhere between us.

  “My God…” I whimpered. “You’re coming so hard!”

  He nodded slowly, numbly, totally lost in the ecstasy of his thrumming, throbbing climax. I was the one who held him this time, clutching him close, keeping my breasts pressed against his magnificent chest until I was sure I’d drained him of every last drop. Only then did I relax my grip, allowing him to fall backward onto his own arms, his ripped stomach heaving with the exertion of having come so fully, so completely, so deeply in my womb.

  “Holy shit, that was totally hot.”

  We both turned together, and Shane was grinning back at us. Already sticky and sated, he’d obviously enjoyed the show.

  “I can’t believe you did that,” he chuckled, nodding in my direction.

  “We,” I corrected him. “We did that.” Fighting off my embarrassment, I managed to smirk at the both of them. “And you guys initiated it.”

  “Hey, whatever,” Shane shrugged. “I’m just glad it happened.”

  Me too, the more nefarious voice in my head chimed in. My entire body was throbbing and flush with heat. My legs, still trembling.

  We lay there in silence for a while with me between them, just staring up at the ceiling. Noticing how it looked dangerously bowed with the weight of a thousand snows.

  “You guys uh… ever… you know…”

  “Done that before?”

  Now I did blush. I couldn’t help it. “Yeah.”

  They were frat boys. They shared things. It wouldn’t be surprising to me, not in the least.

  “Actually no,” Jeremy answered. “Never.”

  Somehow his answer seemed to satisfy me. For some silly, girlish reason, it was the answer I was looking for.

  “But there’s a first time for everything.”

  Thirteen

  JEREMY

  We woke before her, slipping out of the sleeping bags and back into our jackets before she knew we were gone. Even asleep
she looked stunningly beautiful. Like some red-tressed goddess, lost in peaceful slumber.

  It took only a minute to get down to the lobby. And another minute to realize our worst fears:

  The storm had gotten worse.

  “Dammit!”

  Shane wasn’t dealing well with the situation, and I knew why. Out of all of us — every one of our fraternity brothers back home — he spent the least amount of time inside the chapter house.

  “It’s gotta clear up soon,” I said. “Don’t worry.”

  He shook his head, not wanting to hear it. Shane hated being cooped up. He hated being stuck inside during a rainstorm, much less a blizzard that had raged for more than two days.

  No, Shane was definitely an outdoorsman.

  “Think they’re searching for us yet?” he asked hopefully.

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Just look at it man,” I said, pointing to the opening I’d crawled in from. “The snow’s four or five feet higher than it was yesterday. It hasn’t stopped.”

  My ‘doorway’ to the outside was virtually choked with snow. When I’d first found it, it was easily visible from outside. But now…

  “They have to be looking for us,” Shane disagreed. “They can’t just leave us out here in this! They can’t—”

  “They think we’re dead, bro.”

  The statement was harsh, but it was also reality. I let it sink in before continuing.

  “They think we’re buried under that avalanche, which came down both sides of the mountain. If they’re looking for us anywhere, it’s on the other side, not here.”

  I rubbed my hands together. Not having gloves was an absolute bitch. It was already so cold, even with the sun coming up. I wanted to crawl back into the sleeping bags, where it was all warm and snug.

  I wanted to curl my body back up against Morgan…

  Last night had been absolutely bananas. Sharing a girl sexually wasn’t something I ever thought I’d be into! But just watching her… seeing her body respond to both me and Shane? Somehow it went beyond hot.

  And she’s perfect, too.

  That was the funny part. That this girl could be that much like me and yet that pretty at the same time. She was impossibly adorable, and geeky cute. As dorky as she was beautiful.

  She doesn’t kiss like a dork though, that’s for sure.

  I sighed, thinking about our short little conversation. She knew everything I’d grown up with — I was absolutely sure of it. Everything that made up my life before football. Back when my friends all rolled dice and swung imaginary swords after school, rather than spending hours doing push-ups and performing tackling drills, all while ogling cheerleaders.

  Morgan was my before fantasy. The white whale of my dorky past. The girl my earliest friends and I always dreamt about; one who could point out the original lineup of the Justice League with one hand while solving a Rubik’s Cube with the other.

  “I’m going out there,” Shane declared. “At least just to take a look around.”

  I sighed in exasperation as he headed for the exit. “I’ll bet you can’t even see three feet in front of you.”

  “Then I’ll walk three feet at a time.”

  He wasn’t getting it. I doubted he would.

  “You lose sight of that opening and you’re finished,” I warned him. “We can’t come get you. We won’t even be able to hear you yelling over the sound of all this wind.”

  As if to punctuate my statement the wind picked up. It whistled loudly at the back end of the lobby, where it tore through the jagged teeth of the broken windows, just above their cascades of snow.

  He took a half step backward, and I knew I had him. At least for now. I decided to change the subject.

  “C’mon,” I said. “Let’s get started breaking shit up. Anything that’ll burn. Get that fire going.”

  Shane scanned the lobby, looking around at all the ruined furniture and debris. There was a lot of it. He nodded, looking much happier that he finally had purpose.

  “Think maybe someone will see the smoke?” he asked hopefully.

  “Could be.”

  We began a burn pile, off to one side of the grand fireplace. For a while the only sounds were the shriek of the wind outside, and the splintering of wood as we scavenged the lobby.

  Morgan floated back to mind, of course. Her porcelain face. Her silk-spun hair.

  How incredibly good she felt, with her naked body wrapped around me…

  “So about last night…”

  CRACK!

  Shane didn’t even miss a beat. “What about it?”

  “That girl. The one you chased down a mountain to get a better look at?”

  He stopped, only to stare back at me with one raised eyebrow.

  “I like her.”

  My frat-brother chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. “After last night, I’ll bet you do.”

  “No, no,” I said quickly. “I mean… I think I really like her.”

  CRACK!

  Shane shrugged as he snapped the leg off some high-backed chair. “So what? You like lots of girls.”

  I opened my mouth with a fast retort, but had to close it without saying anything. Even I had to admit that part was true.

  “How many girls are you juggling at once right now. Three? Four?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “Not to me,” said Shane. He jerked a thumb toward the staircase. “But to her?”

  CRACK!

  He had a point. I wasn’t exactly… loyal. At least, not right now. Not with anyone I cared about, anyway.

  “Think that girl is looking to date some pretty-boy playboy?” Shane asked slyly. “One who never wakes up alone on any given weekend?”

  I shrugged helplessly. “I really don’t know what kinds of guys she dates.”

  “Oh? You mean you didn’t get that far during your little conversation?”

  I stopped what I was doing and looked over at him. Shane’s arms were at his side, and there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

  “You didn’t think I wasn’t watching?”

  “Watching what?”

  He threw his head back and laughed. “The two of you flirt with each other! Or at least, you trying to flirt with her.”

  “I wasn’t—”

  “Oh please!” he laughed. “I’ve seen you flirt with enough girls to fill this hotel three times over.” He took a sweeping look around. “Back in its heyday too,” he added. “When it was booked solid.”

  CRACK! Another chair leg splinted in half. Another piece of kindling hit the pile.

  I examined my friend closely. He was in deeper with this girl than he wanted to admit. Or at least, that was my take on it.

  “You like her too,” I said, matter-of-factly. “Don’t you?”

  Shane stopped again, and crossed his arms defensively. His body language was all stoic indifference, but there was something else too. Something in his expression that betrayed his defiance.

  “Honestly, it’s not a big deal,” I told him. “You can say it.”

  We both whirled at the sound of movement, somewhere behind us. The noise ski boots made stepping off a staircase, clacking onto the smooth wood floor.

  “Say what?” Morgan asked.

  Fourteen

  MORGAN

  It was one of those really awkward moments. The ones where you’re 99% sure you just walked in on someone talking about you, but because of the other 1% you still have to keep your mouth shut.

  “Nothing,” Shane said, a little too quickly. “We were just—”

  “We were just debating how stupid it would be to go outside,” Jeremy jumped in.

  He shot Shane a sideways glance at the emphasized word, and I noticed it drew an immediate frown. I could tell which one of them was restless. That part was easy.

  “How’d you sleep?” asked Jeremy.

  Sleep. As if.

  “Pretty good.”

  I watched their expressi
ons carefully, waiting for the first snide remark. After what happened between us, I guess I had it coming. I couldn’t exactly sleep with two guys — two fraternity brothers at that — and expect to get off without a smirk or a cough or some dropped innuendo.

  But as far as I could tell, they were both being cool.

  “Storm’s worse,” Shane grumbled, smashing the back of a chair with his boot. Tiny splinters of wood flew everywhere. “Wind’s worse, visibility’s worse, everything’s goddamn worse.”

  I glanced outside. What was a swirl of light and dark greys yesterday was now just a blanket of white.

  “Well my phone’s dead,” I declared sadly. “Not that I had a connection anyway, but it sure was nice to have a flashlight.”

  “Same with us.”

  I sighed heavily. Things were going from bad to worse. Two whole days! Two days and no one had come for us. Then again, we were holed up tight in some long-forgotten hotel. A place that was all but buried in snow even before the avalanche.

  I started to wonder if staying put was a good idea.

  “We’re getting some firewood together,” Shane said needlessly. “If you want to help you could—”

  “If you want to help you could come with me,” Jeremy intercepted quickly. Shielded from his friend’s view, he turned his back to Shane and winked. “I was just about to go scavenge around the second floor. Maybe scare up something to eat or drink.”

  “Shit yes,” I exclaimed. “That sounds amazing!”

  “Once we get the fire going we can always melt snow for drinking water,” Shane added, kicking at a broken coffee table. “Food isn’t really a priority. Rescue is.”

  He had a point, of course. Even so, Jeremy didn’t care. He grabbed my hand and led me in the direction I’d just come from — the staircase.

  “We’ll be back in a few,” he said. “Hopefully with a lighter or matches or something.”

  Shane scoffed at him. “If not, you’re the asshole rubbing two sticks together.”