Hers From The Start: A Collection of First In Series Reverse Harem

by Laura Greenwood

  Scooping me into his arms, one hand behind my back and one under my knees, bridal style, he got us out of the kitchen. His lips swallowed my gasp, and even though his eyes were closed as he kissed and licked my mouth, his path was true. He walked slowly up the stairs, clutching me close and covering my face and neck in kisses.

  Once we reached the upstairs hallway, he put me down to explore the rooms. Pressing his ear against each door, he nodded his head until he got to the last room on the right, two doors down from ours. He grinned at that one and pushed the door in. It hadn’t even been fully closed. I tiptoed down the hall to him, excited by our naughty adventure.

  My hands found the light switch as he followed me in and closed the door. The room was exactly like the one we were staying in, without the extra cot. Two twin beds, a dresser, and an ocean view.

  Twirling on my toes, I pulled Anthony’s shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties. Elias’s chest rumbled, like he was fighting off a growl. The bulge in his pants twitched, and I pointed at it. “Off,” I demanded.

  He obliged, pulling his pants and underwear off in one swoop then his tee as well. The planes of his torso led to the V of his hips, that sexy sort of V that begged to be licked. His cock sprang to attention, ready for some attention of its own.

  Pointing to the bed, his voice was scratchy and deep. “If you please.”

  Hell yeah, I please. My lacey panties caught between my thighs—no thigh gap for me—and I sort of flopped onto the bed, onto my back, all grace.

  Apparently he didn’t notice, or care about, my awkwardness as he stalked toward me with the whipped cream in his right hand. I wiggled, anticipating the fun.

  Throwing one leg over me, he straddled my hips, his long, hard erection resting on my stomach. Staring down through my breasts at it, I imagined the feel of it gliding in and out of me.

  He leaned forward and sprayed a line between my breasts. Sucking my stomach in when the cold cream hit my skin, I sighed in relief when his warm tongue followed, lapping it up.

  Grinning at my reaction, he latched on to my right nipple, swirling his tongue around and around it. Why isn’t he using the whipped cream?

  My question was soon answered. He was warming my nipple up. Once he had it good and warm, and had me wound up, he shook the can and sprayed a blob on the tip of my breast.

  After his warm mouth, the white sweetness was ice cold. I let out a small shriek, followed by a moan as he repeated his attentions on my other nipple.

  I clutched his hair as he sprayed my left breast, feeling my areola tighten and pucker. He sat back, watching me writhe for a moment, and then licked the cream off. When I was clean, he shifted his hips and slid his cock up and down my stomach while he nibbled my neck.

  Groaning, I pulled my hands out of his hair and clutched his neck. “Eli,” I begged. “Why are you teasing me?”

  “Because I’ve wanted to sink my cock into your pussy for five years, and I finally get to. I’m doing it right.”

  He was right. I hadn’t thought much of it, and while we’d definitely had a good time, we hadn’t actually fucked. “Do it right then,” I whispered.

  My words spurred him on, and he lowered his weight down on me, grinding his dick between us. As he moved, he bit my neck, and I cried out in pleasure.

  Every pulse of my heart gave me pleasure as his venom entered my body. My body jerked against him of its own volition as he sensually pumped his hips.

  I squirmed, so wet I could feel myself dripping onto the bed. He pulled his fangs out, and I sank slowly back down from the high of the orgasm. “That’s amazing,” I gasped, breathing hard enough to burn calories.

  “I need you,” he said, voice husky.

  “You can have me,” I replied. “Always.”

  Pulling me up, he climbed off the bed and took my hands so he could help me position myself at the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me, looking down, which put me eye level with his dick, the tip glistening.

  “Please,” he said, voice strained.

  Placing my hands on his hips, I stared up at him, making my eyes as big as I could while slowly massaging his upper thighs in a circular motion.

  He twitched his cock so it nudged me in the jaw as I stared upward. I laughed and stopped teasing him and took it in both of my hands, so the head poked out of the end. Squeezing gently, I licked the tip, and he shuddered.

  I moved one of my hands and sucked him deep into my mouth, until he hit the back of my throat. We both froze as he put his hand on top of my head. No pressure, just resting. Breathing deep, I relaxed my throat and pushed forward, ignoring my gag reflex to take him as far as I could.

  “Riley, holy fuck, what are you doing to me?” He moved his hand to the back of my head and clenched it, dragging my hair up in to his grip. I squealed around his cock, as my hair being pulled impacted how turned on I was.

  My noise served to make him grip harder and twitch his hips, pulling his dick up my throat and almost out of my mouth. “Don’t do that again, Riles. I’ll come in your mouth and that’s not where I want to end this night.”

  I had to take a moment to breathe deeply and swallow a few times. After having him so far down my throat it was scratchy.

  He kept his hand in my hair. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. If it gets to be too much, pinch me, okay?”

  I nodded, lips wrapped around his cock just behind his head. He grabbed my head with his other hand and pushed in, going slowly at first. I created suction when I could, used my tongue when I could, but mostly I just hung on for the ride.

  He paused. “Would you touch yourself while I do this?” I looked up at him again, hands at the base of his dick, and nodded.

  I moved my hands down to touch my clit, parting the lips so he could lean over and watch. It was fairly uncomfortable, I had to arch my back to give him a clear view, but in the end, totally worth it. He loved seeing me pleasure myself, and he moved faster in my mouth. I figured out how to close off my throat with my tongue so he didn’t go too far in.

  My jaw began to tire, and I accidentally let my teeth graze his shaft. He shouted out when I did that and clenched my hair almost to the point of pain. “Please, do that again,” he said as he moved.

  He watched my mouth instead of my fingers, and I moved my lips so that my teeth scraped him.

  Pulling away, he released my head suddenly, without warning. I fell back onto my elbows, gasping for breath, near an orgasm from the feel of his cock in his mouth and my fingers on my clit.

  He dropped to his knees and grabbed my feet, flipping my legs up, causing me to lie all the way back on the bed.

  Pushing my knees far apart, he fell face first onto my pussy. It was my turn to grab his hair as he split my lips apart and sucked my clit as hard as he could. I pulled one hand away from his head to grab a pillow and push it against my face.

  He sucked and licked, and then he bit. He’d sucked my clit into his mouth and let his teeth sink into the swollen, aching flesh of my sex, and that’s when I unglued. I came in his mouth violently, jerking against him until he had to let go and grab my hips to keep from being bucked off of me.

  Before my orgasm was completely finished, he pulled the pillow off of my face and pushed himself into me. My favorite thing had always been the feel of Michael’s head as my body stretched to accommodate him, and it was no less wonderful and intense with Elias.

  He thrust in and out shallowly a few times, wetting his shaft, before he was able to completely fill me. If he’d been half an inch longer, it would’ve been painful for him to sink all the way inside, but as it was, he was perfect.

  He collapsed on top of me, slowly pumping his hips. “You’re amazing, Riley. It’s like your body was made for mine.”

  I laughed, remembering Michael uttering those exact same words many times over the years. “I think it must’ve been.”

  Unable to go slow for long, his speed built, and he moved his weight onto one hand while wrapping the other
around me. He lifted me in a way I wouldn’t have thought possible, so that I was sort of sitting on his hips at an angle. Shifting onto his knees, he grabbed my hips, partially holding me up with his arms so that he could thrust into me.

  The unique angle gave him the best spot to thrust, pushing me into another orgasm quicker than I would’ve thought possible. When he saw me throw my head back and moan, his thrusts became pounds.

  His hips and arms worked together, and I just rode the wave of pleasure, bouncing on his dick. Once I grew quiet, he slowed and moved us so that I was on my knees, ass up.

  Without any wait, he entered me again, pulling on my hips so that I matched his thrusts. I was so sated, I didn’t know if I could have moved myself anyway.

  Every time his hips met mine, a jolt of pleasure washed over me, until I found myself up on all fours, pushing back against him as hard as I could.

  He reached up and grabbed my hair again, making my moans turn into throaty yells, and my orgasm exploded, my pussy tightening around his dick.

  He wasn’t far behind me. He let go of my hair and curled his body around mine, hugging me close as he climaxed. I pushed my body up and into his as his hips slowed and his arm moved up to clutch my breasts as they swung under me, nipples hard.

  He kept his arm around me and pulled me sideways with him onto the bed, cock softening inside me. Once we were on our sides, I felt it slide out, along with the unpleasant feeling of leaking liquid. “I need to run to the bathroom,” I said. “I don’t like feeling wet after sex.”

  He pulled me tight. “In a minute Riley, geez. Haven’t you ever heard of cuddling?”

  “Cuddling is awesome, but it can wait until I’m clean and won’t get more fluids all over this bedspread.” This bedspread that we don’t have any idea whose fluids might already be on it. I really tried not to think about that part.

  He squeezed me again. “I’ll leave more money since they’ll need to clean this room too. Use the pillowcase.”

  I shook my head at his stubbornness and awkwardly grabbed the spare pillow—he and I shared one—to tug the case off.

  Once it was off, I tucked it between my legs to catch anything leaking. “That’ll do,” I said.

  I wiggled in his tight grip until I faced him.

  “That was pretty great,” he said.

  “Yes, it was.” Michael’s face popped into my head. “I didn’t think twice about it, either.”

  “I think he’s made it pretty clear that he’s open to us having a relationship. And he was gone for a long time, Ri. He has to expect that your wants and needs have changed.”

  “They have. I don’t think I’d feel complete any more without you in my life. You’re my best friend.” He had become my rock, my buddy, my trainer. He was a huge part of my life.

  “And Anthony?” he asked.

  “Anthony was a curve ball, that’s for sure, but…” I didn’t know how to explain it. “I don’t want him to leave.”

  “I know he doesn’t want to leave. He can’t get enough of you.” Elias grinned. “He’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out we didn’t wake him up.”

  “I guess we’ll have to make it up to him,” I mused.

  “You will! I’m not apologizing.” He popped a kiss on my nose. “Come on, let’s get back to bed before we’re missed.”

  I cleaned myself as best I could with the pillow case, and then put my shirt and undies back on. We left the case wadded up, wet part inside, in the corner with another large wad of bills. “Are you going to run out of money?”

  Elias laughed. “That will never be a problem for you again, Riley. We have money, Michael has money, by extension as his legal wife, you now have money, and lots of it.”

  I shook my head, unable to comprehend not worrying about bills. “If you say so.”

  We crept back to the room we shared with Anthony and Michael and found them still lying in the same positions we’d left them. I climbed into the bed beside Anthony. Elias joined us on my other side.

  Anthony grumbled and pulled me close, and sleep suddenly sounded like the best thing I could do. I closed my eyes with Elias pressed to my front, Anthony pressed to my back, and Michael asleep in the corner, hopefully dream-free.

  Only three hours passed before we were woken by a banging on our door. “It’s five in the morning, children. Time to get up!” Mama Pacha cackled and we heard the bathroom door slam.

  I observed my men sleepily. “Coffee.” Michael jumped up and slipped on his jeans to go search the lobby area for a pot of coffee before I could open my mouth to protest that I didn’t mind going myself. I hoped he remembered how I liked it as he slipped out the door. Thank gods for a man that wants to spoil his lady by going on coffee runs.

  I took a long shower. The water pressure and temperature at the hostel was phenomenal. I knew we needed to get moving, but if it was going to be my last shower, it was going to be a good one. I shaved and conditioned the tips of my hair. I’d actually thrown in the travel size microdermabrasion set I loved to use at home, so I went ahead and smoothed my skin so my makeup would go on easier. I took my time with my face, covering the few zits that cropped up overnight and making my eyes pop with some carefully placed eyeliner. All in all, I cleaned up pretty nice when I was finished.

  My Gigi would roll over in her grave if her granddaughter waltzed into a whole new world without a face on. Oh, Gigi. I wish I could talk to you now. You’d love me having three boyfriends, you dirty old bird.

  I’d never be a great beauty, but my self-esteem was fairly balanced. Everyone worried about body issues, and I was no exception. My view of my attractiveness was realistic. I was rather medium. Certainly not ugly, yet I was also not someone to write home about. I’d never understand how three men with the faces and physiques of my guys fell in love with me. They could have any celebrity or beauty queen in the world.

  Once I was as good as it got, I made my way to our room where they sat patiently waiting on me. I filled another blood bag and took my vitamins while the boys drank their cups of blood. Michael took his to the bathroom to get ready. Is he going to drink while he brushes his teeth? Yuck. Fucking vampires.

  I said up straightener, excited by my musings. Good lord, if I have Unseen relatives that can help me, I might not have to drink blood.

  The thought of not drinking blood made me want to sprint to wherever the hell the portal was located, barrel through, and demand immortality from my ancestors.

  I jumped up when the blood bag was full, and started bouncing on my toes. “Let’s go!”

  Mama Pacha shushed me. “Pack some snacks, girl, we'll get hungry. It’s about a two-hour walk. When I’m not out in the world, I generally stay somewhere here on the island to be near the connection to my home. I don’t need a map.”

  We packed up a couple of backpacks that the men insisted on carrying, and went on our way. “Mama Pacha, is there anything you can tell me about the world I might be going to?”

  She huffed at me as we climbed the hill to the side of the hostel. “I’ll talk to you on the way down the hill, girl.” I tried to be patient and hold my questions until we crested the hill, and she rewarded my patience with all the information she was willing to give me, which was a big fat nothing.

  “I’ve told you, girl, it isn't my story to tell. To be honest, I don’t really know much. I understand what you are, but your people were almost extinct by the time I entered this world. No more of your ancestors were willing to cross the portal into this world. The ones that were here adored living here and were unwilling to leave. That scared those that were left behind in their home world.” She shrugged and continued. “I suppose they were afraid of losing their heritage, I don’t know. Maybe one of them came through and had a bad experience and frightened the others. For all I know, maybe they all already came through, then died, and you’ll be going to an empty dimension.” She cackled. “I guess we'll test your mettle today, young ’un.” She continued to laugh as we trudged down the pa
th.

  “Whatever the case, I’ve never heard anything about the world you are entering. I never even met one of your people in person. I heard stories, but like I said, when the last one died, the portals closed.”

  “How could the last of my ancestors be dead, yet here I am, one of their descendants?”

  “Part of the story I won’t tell, but I’ll make you a deal. If you go through and you do find an empty world, I will then tell you what I know. But you’ll have to send one of the boys in after me, because once I make it home, I’ll never return. I’ll write it out if it comes to that.”

  Elias slowed to walk beside me and Mama Pacha. “I will go in and get any information I can find. Maybe some of the other gods in your world learned more.”

  “I told you kids, we aren't gods. Our society and knowledge was more advanced than this world’s. I wonder how much more advanced they might be now?” she mused out loud.

  The view was once again spectacular. I breathed deep, my altitude sickness almost gone since spending the night on the island. Focusing on the scenery helped me ignore the increasing anxiety in my gut.

  Before getting in the shower, I’d managed to have a nice poop while two whole doors and a hallway separated me from the master noses. I had a clean colon, and I was on my way to my destiny.

  I snickered, thinking about fart jokes. “Michael?”

  “Yeah, Baby?” He stopped and waited for me to catch up.

  “I didn’t fart. My butt blew you a kiss,” I said. He laughed uncertainly, unable to remember when he’d heard that joke before.

  Elias saved him having to admit he didn’t remember. “Is that some inside joke?”

  “When David was three, he tooted in my lap. I sort of scolded him about it being rude to pass gas in front of someone else. He replied with that, about blowing a kiss with his butt. It was so funny, Michael and I burst out laughing. So of course, he had to say that same joke every five minutes for the next six months, hoping to get another laugh out of us.”

  Everyone chuckled at the memory of our little David, but Michael looked somber, unable to remember. I took his hand and squeezed it. “It’s okay, my love. We’ll make new memories and we'll go through my recollections until you know them so well you’ll swear you can remember them yourself.” He pulled our hands up to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. My anxiety took a back seat to my libido waking up for the day. Not the time, Hoo-Ha. Not the time.