Shared - A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  “Oh?” Claudia teased. She risked a quick glance over her shoulder. “Deanna’s extremely pretty. And that other girl with the heart-shaped—”

  I kissed her, shutting her up. Claudia’s mouth moved against mine, tasting like champagne and strawberries and all good things. If anyone else was watching, I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was feel her lips against mine.

  “I don’t want any of those other girls,” I reiterated, when the kiss was finally broken. “If I did, I would still have them.”

  She looked at me, and her eyes held nothing but adoration. She wanted to believe me. I wanted to make her.

  “Claudia,” I said, tilting her chin upward. “The only girl I want is you.”

  Her eyes half-closed. She went to kiss me again, but instead I reached out and placed my hands on either side of her face.

  “Here,” I said, turning her head gently to one side. “Open your eyes.”

  She did.

  And then she saw.

  Twenty-Eight

  CLAUDIA

  My eyes fluttered open, and it took them a second to focus. When they finally did, I gasped.

  “Oh my God!”

  I was staring at an abstract painting. The edges were shrouded in shadow, growing lighter as they drew inward to form a face. Broad brush-strokes of color formed a jawline, a nose, a pair of eyes… a face that was very familiar.

  “It’s me!”

  Hunter squeezed me from behind as I stood there in shock. The painting was beautiful. Totally amazing. And it was me! It looked exactly like—

  “You painted me?”

  “Yup.”

  “When!?”

  I couldn’t believe it was my first question. Hunter shrugged. “A while ago.”

  I floated over to the canvas, forgetting all about high heels. The resemblance was uncanny. Hunter had captured my face, my lips, the curve of my eyes and ears. He’d even captured a look, one that I knew I made from time to time. The whole thing was just totally surreal.

  I turned to him with tears in my eyes. No one had ever done anything like this before. It was the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me.

  “I… I don’t know what to say…”

  He laughed. In his black dress slacks and crisp white shirt I wanted to jump him right then and there.

  “Maybe say that you like it?”

  I ran to him. Threw myself in his arms. “I love it!”

  He seemed relieved. Almost like he’d been nervous the whole time. Hunter — my confident, handsome, alpha boyfriend. The one who was never nervous or afraid of anything.

  On top of being incredible sexy, it was also adorable.

  “Ever wonder why Deanna acted so strange with you in the hallway that night?” he asked.

  I thought about it. “Yeah?”

  “Well she saw it,” he said. “That painting. Half-finished, while she was in my bedroom.”

  “Oh…”

  “She was angry that night. Totally pissed. We got into a fight, and she accused me of being ‘hung up’ on you.”

  I remembered. It all made sense now.

  “But after she left,” Hunter went on, “I sat there alone for a while and that’s when I realized something.” He looked down at me and shrugged almost imperceptibly. “I was.”

  I hugged him, and he spun me around the room. There was no one else there, at least not in that part of the exhibit. No one in the world but us.

  Suddenly he pulling me, heels and all. I stumbled forward trying to keep up. Hunter kept looking over his shoulder.

  “Hunter, what are you—”

  He flung open a door, then shoved me inside. When he closed it behind him, it was almost like being outside. A long glass room lay open to the moonlit sky, with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the Mansion’s enormous back gardens.

  “W—What is this place?”

  “Not sure,” he shrugged. “Looks like some sort of mini-greenhouse, attached to the back of the mansion.”

  It was cool, but not cold. The windows were frosted over with condensation in places.

  “It’s beautiful,” I breathed. “I—”

  Hunter’s hands went to my hips and suddenly I was being lifted into the air. His strength was astonishing.

  “Oh!”

  He set me down on the top of a smooth counter. His hands slid their way up my thighs, pushing my dress up around my waist…

  “I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered. “I have to taste you.”

  I gasped again as I felt my panties being pulled to one side. Hunter dropped to his knees. My legs spread for him willingly. Automatically…

  “Oh God…”

  He kissed his way up my thighs, his lips gentle but his stubble tickling my tender flesh there. Every touch was electric. The feel of hands on my legs made me dripping wet.

  Eventually his mouth reached my glistening sex. I jumped.

  “Easy,” he murmured into me. “I’ve got you…”

  I tried to relax as Hunter’s tongue slid into me. He dragged it slowly through my glistening folds, stopping briefly to trace tiny circles around the hood of my clit.

  “Fuck…” I moaned softly. In the silent sanctity of the little greenhouse, I could actually see my breath. “Oh Hunter… oh fuck…”

  He ate me slowly at first, relaxing me with his delicate movements. It was heaven, watching him go down on me. I could’ve come easily just watching his handsome face working its magic at the junction between my thighs.

  But then he slid a finger into me.

  Oh shit…

  My arms reached out, my hands scrabbling their way into his hair. Hunter responded by licking harder, by pushing faster and deeper with his middle finger. I felt two fingers. Three…

  “Hunter…”

  With his free hand, he lifted my legs over his shoulders. I clamped my thighs shut instinctively. Trapped him tightly, in between.

  “HUNTER…”

  I was seconds away from coming. Nothing could stop me. I leaned forward, pulling at his head. Hunter responded by burying his face deeper, his tongue flicking rapidly and expertly over my swollen button. I couldn’t see how he could possibly be breathing. It didn’t matter.

  “OOOOOOOHHHHHH!”

  I came in an euphoric explosion, all over his stubbled, beautiful face. My breath was little puffs of white smoke. I was panting. Gasping. Rolling my hips forward and squeezing him against me as he cupped my ass in both hands.

  “My God Hunter…”

  He kept going, waiting for me to be finished, waiting for my legs to spread wide and release him. I took advantage of his sacrifice, riding out every last wave of ecstasy on my lover’s twisting, churning mouth.

  When it was over I was staring out through the frosted glass. Looking into the breathtaking, frozen world of the Mansion’s moonlit grounds. It was absolutely gorgeous.

  Just like him.

  Eventually Hunter stood up and positioned his body between my legs. I thought he might fuck me. He could’ve slid in easily, right there, right then. At the moment I would’ve done anything he wanted…

  Instead he kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips. It was musky and hot and sweet. It made even hornier, made me want to—

  All thought was interrupted as I was lifted again, just as abruptly as before. Hunter set me back on the floor on legs that trembled. He reached down and helped me smooth out my dress.

  Holy shit…

  Sneaking back through the doorway, the room had people in it now — at least a half dozen of them — gathered around various works of art. Thankfully, none of them were looking our way.

  “Wanna go home?” Hunter asked, extending his hand.

  The painting of myself was still there, still staring back at me. Only now it seemed my mouth contained the hint of a smile.

  “More than anything in the fucking world,” I breathed, as I slid my palm into his.

  Twenty-Nine

  CLAUDIA

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p; Our clothes came off the second the door swung closed.

  Hunter peeled the dress from my body as I explored him with my hands. I wanted him naked. Needed to feel his skin against mine.

  Most of all, I needed him inside me.

  I unbuckled his belt, reaching in greedily to slip my hand over his manhood. He was already thick and swollen. Warm and ready and more than willing. I was so filled with need and excitement, I didn’t know what I wanted to do first. Lucky for me, Hunter took command.

  “Turn around,” he growled, shoving me toward the bed. I felt his hands on my body. The callouses of his fingertips scratching the sensitive skin of my waist, my hips, my ass. In the span of a heartbeat he was pressed up against me. I felt his fingers go between my legs, giving me a quick feel.

  “Look at you,” he said. “You’re soaked.”

  I was. What little panties I had on could be physically wrung out — that’s how hot I was with the anticipation of being with him.

  Hunter applied pressure with his cupped hand. I moaned in reply. I could feel his cock pressing between my thighs, probing its own way, and then suddenly my little red G-string was being yanked far to one side again.

  He entered me, and I nearly lost my fucking mind.

  “MMMMmmmmm..”

  Nothing compared to the feeling of being filled up like this. Of being occupied by something so thick and warm, after waiting so agonizingly long for it.

  It had been the perfect night, and Hunter had been the perfect gentleman. Attentive and compassionate. Loving and selfless. But now?

  Not he was beyond all that. Right now he was behind me, taking what he wanted.

  It was exactly what I needed from him.

  “UNGHH…”

  I groaned as he bottomed out, rolling my hips as he reached over my back and locked his hands beneath my chin. Hunter pulled back hard, forcing my head up. Spilling my hair over my back as he forced himself even deeper inside me.

  “You like that?”

  I couldn’t tell if he meant his cock or the position. Possibly both. Both of them hurt a little. Both of them felt incredible, either way.

  “Oh God yes!”

  He leaned back and really started fucking me, keeping hold of my face the whole time. My back arched. His fingers splayed apart on either side of my cheeks, some of them finding their way into my mouth…

  YES…

  The others had taken me, made me their own. But not like this. Not like the raw, animalistic pounding Hunter was giving me right off the bat.

  No, this was primal. It was instinct and need, tempered by long weeks of passion and restraint. I could feel how much he’d wanted to do this — how much Hunter had fantasized about this moment, being buried inside me, hooking his fingers and pulling my head back. Now that he was finally here, he was taking in everything in all at once. Fucking me like it was his last chance — his only chance — although we both knew differently.

  After this I was his. I’d surrender to him at will, and each of us knew it.

  I moaned around his fingers. Bit down on them as he pistoned his cock in and out of my body. His ass moved like a machine, clenching and releasing, flexing hard to drive every stroke home.

  My eyes rolled back as I succumbed to the forbidden aspect of being so thoroughly owned…

  “Hunter…” I panted. “Oh… Oh fuck… Oh FUCK…”

  Ultimately he released me, but not for long. His hands slid their way down my body, palms gliding down each arm until he had me by the wrists. He jerked my arms backward, bringing me to the very edge. My heart pounded as I thrust my head forward, burying my mouth in the pillow so I could scream.

  “MmmmmMMmmMMMMMMMMmmm!”

  Tears streaked down my cheeks. It felt magnificent. So fucking good! And I was still standing, too. I imagined how I must look — legs spread, knees slightly bent, panties pulled to one side as my pussy was being so thoroughly, wholly used by my tattooed lover.

  I was about to come when Hunter abruptly stopped. He shoved me forward, the two of us falling onto the bed with him still buried inside me. I could feel the weight of him, pressing me downward, Screwing me into the bed as my hair fell about either side of my face.

  He slipped out of me and I gasped. I needed him! I turned to look back, only to find him rubbing himself up and down my dripping slit.

  “Here,” he whispered into my ear.

  I felt a sudden pressure behind me. Something pushing against my asshole, and it wasn’t Hunter’s cock.

  “Has anyone taken this before?” he growled, sliding his thumb in.

  I gasped at the sudden invasion. It felt strangely good though. Naughty and forbidden.

  “No,” I gasped. “Never…”

  He slid his thumb in even further. With his cock still buried deep in my pussy, the feeling of being double-penetrated sent all new waves of pleasure swirling through my brain.

  “Good. Then I’ll be first.”

  He applied downward pressure and I squirmed into his bed. It felt wild! Exotic and exquisite and—

  Oh… Oh wow…

  Hunter withdrew from me completely, in every way. A drawer opened and closed, and I heard the sound of a bottle being squeezed.

  “Relax,” he told me, straddling my legs. “This will go easy if you’re not tensed up.”

  Two hands glided over my asscheeks, coated liberally with oil. It felt good. Like a massage. I’d been massaged there before, and I’d always loved it.

  His fingers slid between my cheeks. It felt warm and tingly and wild.

  “How come—”

  “Warming oil,” he explained.

  Oh my God…

  The butterflies in my stomach came back but I shoved them down. I was about to fucked in the ass, for the very first time. By someone I trusted. Someone I loved…

  I heard the unmistakable sound of Hunter lubing himself up. A second later I felt the tip of his cock pressing against me. Pushing its way forward into my tightly puckered hole.

  “Relax,” Hunter said again. “Don’t fight it. Instead, focus on opening yourself up to me.”

  Silently I wondered how many times he’d done this before. How many girls he’d guided through the process of taking him back there for the very first time. It made me hot. It made me jealous. It made me—

  “That’s it,” he said soothingly. “Just like that.”

  I winced as he stretched me. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel great yet either. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a pleasant pop. Or more like the ‘snap’ of something fitting perfectly into something else.

  “There you go,” he said, and I knew the head was in. “Hard part’s over.”

  Hunter knelt there for a few seconds, allowing me to grow accustomed to his thickness. Then his hands went to my hips, and he began guiding me every so slowly backward… onto his hard, throbbing cock.

  “Go easy,” I gasped, biting my lip. “Please…”

  “I will,” he said. “You fuck me now. Take it at your own speed, I’ll just hold myself in place.”

  I inched backwards, and felt him slide further inside. It helped immensely that I was in control.

  Ohhhh…

  It was starting to feel good. I took him another inch. Another…

  “Good girl,” he said. “You’re almost there.”

  It was like being filled again, but this was a whole different experience. A whole new sensation of fullness and pressure. And there was a heat there too. A pleasant warming sensation right where he entered me, that seemed to ease the transition and distract me from any discomfort.

  Hunter leaned over my back, his balls finally pressing up against my aching pussy. He put his lips to my ear again.

  “I’m in your ass now,” he whispered dirtily.

  I gulped hard. Nodded. “Yes.”

  “It’s so fucking tight, Claudia. You have no idea how incredible you feel back here.”

  His voice was raspy, but husky too. Like he was struggling to maintain control.
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  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he grunted. The words sent a spike of desire shuddering through me. “But I’ll warn you now, I’m not going to last long.”

  I tried nodding again but didn’t have the strength. Instead I relaxed, letting my body sink into the bed. Allowing myself to focus on the warmth and pressure and pleasure as Hunter slid out of my asshole and then straight back in.

  “Ohhhh…”

  It was hot. Filthy. Jaw-droppingly awesome.

  “OhhhhHHHHhhhhhHHHhhh…”

  His strokes were slow at first, but full and tight. As he picked up speed, things got hotter. The warming oil must’ve been activated by friction, because all of a sudden it was hot. It never burned, though. It only enhanced the pleasure of the whole experience.

  I want to come…

  It was like a second person, speaking to me inside my head. A insistent voice from someone else.

  I need to come…

  I slid one hand down my belly, trapping it between the bed and my pussy. I nearly screamed at how good it felt — just touching myself down there — while Hunter was filling me up from behind.

  HOLY SHIT…

  It took half a minute. Maybe less. One second I was whimpering into my lover’s pillow, the next I was gasping for breath as my pussy contracted around my two plunging fingers.

  “HUNNNNTERRRRRR!”

  I came with all the explosive heat and fury of a collapsing star.

  Hunter stiffened all at once, grunting through a series of incredibly sexy noises as he erupted inside me. My asshole clenched him tightly with a mind of its own, milking him dry. Taking every last pulse and quiver as he pumped my virgin ass full of his hot seed.

  He laid inside me for a while, kissing me hotly over my shoulder as I wriggled my ass back against him. Eventually he rolled off to the side, leaving me sticky, sweaty, and oh so totally wet.

  I looked down between my legs, at the mess he’d made of me. My pussy was all used and swollen. Where my panties used to be, I saw two pieces of shredded red fabric that hung down in tatters.

  “D—Did you rip my G-string apart?”