Runaways

by Lily Harlem

  “You and your to-do list.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  “No.” Her pussy quivered and she dropped lower, supported by Harry, and took Evan inside her body.

  Evan’s stomach was tense, his muscles defined, as he watched the penetration. “Fuck, yeah,” he said, then gritted his teeth when she went lower still. “God, yeah.”

  She held her breath and gripped Harry’s forearm. The filling sensation intensified. “Ohh…”

  “Does he feel good inside you?” Harry whispered by her ear.

  “Yes.”

  “How good.”

  “So fucking good.” Her ass came into contact with Evan’s thighs and she blew out a breath. She’d taken him completely.

  “He’s big, isn’t he,” Harry said, slipping one hand to her pussy. He rubbed her clit with the tips of his fingers.

  “Oh, Harry.” She dropped her head back onto his shoulder.

  “He’s big and hard and he’s gonna fuck you until you come for us over and over.” Harry sped up the rotations on her clit.

  “I want to come,” she gasped.

  “You will, when we’re both inside you.”

  Both inside me?

  Harry ran his other hand to her upstretched neck and spread his fingers around the collar. “You knew it was going to happen. Now it’s time.”

  “Yes,” she managed. “I want that.”

  “Right answer.” He kissed her cheek then applied pressure to her back with his torso.

  She was tipped forward until her breasts were hovering over Evan’s chest. She set her hands on the pillow beside his head and stared at his face.

  “You’re gonna have to relax, babe, like you did before,” he said.

  “I will.” She could do this, she knew she could…or rather she hoped she could.

  She sensed Harry leave the bed for a moment, then he was back behind her. He kissed the dip in her spine, then over her right buttock. “It’s so tempting to pink you up again.”

  Her skin tingled at the suggestion.

  “Just get on with it, Vidal,” Evan muttered. “I haven’t got endless self-control.”

  Harry kind of chuckled. “Stay chilled, buddy. You’re gonna enjoy this too.”

  “I said get on with it.” Evan’s eyes flashed as he stared unblinking at Olivia.

  She stroked his cheek. “If it’s any consolation, I also just want to oh…”

  Cool slickness spread down the cleft of her buttocks then over her asshole.

  Evan smiled, though it was full of tension. “Is he inside you?”

  “Not yet.”

  Harry massaged her, spreading the lube. After a few seconds he slipped his finger into her tight sphincter. She moaned and pushed back for more.

  Harry chuckled. “Greedy for it, huh?”

  She didn’t reply.

  He slipped higher and added another finger.

  She groaned long and low, her eyelids fluttered shut.

  “Babe,” Evan said softly. “Stay with me.”

  “I am.” The sensation was so dense.

  “Fuck it, I have to get in here,” Harry said. “I knew seeing you in these stockings and with Evan would be my undoing.” He withdrew, and within a second his cock was there. “Hold still, and for God’s sake, relax.”

  “I’ll try.” She opened her eyes and stared at Evan again.

  “Take him,” Evan said. He was breathing fast, and tiny beads of sweat sat on his brow.

  “Yes.”

  Harry pushed forward, parting her tight muscle with his cock tip.

  She gasped as the stretching produced a nip of discomfort.

  “It’s okay,” Evan said, smoothing his hand over her hair. “Let it happen.”

  She blew out a breath and forced herself to relax some more. The stitch of pain melted away.

  “Ah yeah.” Harry sank deeper. “So fucking awesome.”

  She was aware of him driving farther into her ass, filling her up, and it felt so good.

  “I can feel your cock, Evan,” Harry said, gripping her waist and hitting full depth. “So fucking snug next to mine.”

  “Don’t enjoy that too much,” Evan said hoarsely.

  “Oh yeah…” Harry shoved in a little more, moving her on top of Evan. “That’s it, we’re all gonna fuck now.”

  He began to move, half pulling out, then pushing back in. The movement ground her onto Evan, and her clit was rubbed by his body.

  “Is it okay for you?” Evan asked, cupping her cheeks.

  “More than…okay…” She nodded. “It won’t take…long…oh, God.”

  “Ah, you are both with our wife, I see.”

  “Raul,” she gasped.

  He was standing at her side, his eyes alight with excitement, and utterly naked.

  Harry gripped her left ass cheek and groaned. “Give her more, Raul.”

  “I will.” He took his cock in his hand and fed it toward her.

  She stretched to take it into her mouth and caught the sent of soap from his freshly showered body.

  “Ah yeah.” He held the back of her head and slid over her tongue. “Si, that is it.”

  Her mind was spinning. She was so turned on and being relentlessly driven to orgasm.

  “You have three of your husbands inside you, Liv. How does it feel?” Harry asked.

  She couldn’t answer, her mouth was full of cock. But she was in heaven. Giving pleasure to Evan, Harry, and Raul at the same time was perfection; a fantasy she hadn’t even known she had was coming true.

  “You are magnificent and beautiful,” Raul said. “Ah…ah…ah.”

  “I need to fucking come,” Evan said. “Like…now…”

  “Do it.” Harry upped the pace. “Come.”

  Evan thrust upward and released a long, low groan. The sound sparked Olivia’s orgasm, and she spiraled into pleasure. Her ass clamped around Harry’s cock, and her pussy spasmed against Evan’s. She moaned onto Raul’s shaft and was aware of Harry coming, too, filling her and grunting through his climax.

  “Si, si, si.” Raul pulled out then masturbated furiously; within seconds, pearly fluid leaked from his cock. He gasped as she swiped her tongue over the tip, taking the last drip into her mouth. “I could not wait…” he panted. “It was there.”

  “It was there…for us all.” She smiled up at him and tried to catch her breath.

  “That was intense.” Harry leaned forward and set a kiss on her shoulder.

  The change of position of his cock inside her created a low moan that gurgled up from her chest.

  “You okay?” Harry asked.

  “Do you need to ask?” She twisted to smile at him. “It was the perfect start to my wedding night.”

  Evan burst out laughing and nipped her chin in his fingers. “Bloody hell, you’re insatiable.”

  She swept her lips over his. “I’m feeling perfectly satisfied, I just know I have another three husbands to keep happy.”

  “Ah, a woman’s work is never done.” Raul grinned.

  “And I’m not complaining.”

  Evan chuckled.

  “I’m pulling out,” Harry said, sitting up.

  She held her breath as he slipped from her, then she lifted from Evan and flopped onto her back and exhaled.

  Evan turned to face her. Raul lay on her other side and nuzzled against her neck. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” She stroked his hair; it was still a little damp from the shower.

  Harry collapsed down next to Evan, reached over Evan’s waist and took her hand.

  “I think I might need a minute,” she said as her heart continued to thud. “Before…any more…”

  Raul tweaked her nipples, first the left then the right. “I think a rest would be sensible, mi niña hermosa.”

  Olivia slept for what she guessed was about twenty minutes, then she woke with her skin cooling. She went to reach for a blanket and realized how damp she was between her legs. She needed to freshen up.


  Slipping from the bed, being careful not to wake the sleeping men, she headed to the shower compartment, clutching her new bra and panties.

  After washing up, she slipped back into her underwear. She wanted Mason, Lucas, and Paul to see it, too.

  When they came to her.

  She paused at the bedroom for a moment. Raul was on his back, exactly as she’d left him. Harry and Evan were both on their sides, facing where she’d been. Harry’s arm was still slung over Evan’s waist, and his face almost touching Evan’s shoulder.

  They looked so peaceful, so handsome, and so very much hers as they slept naked but for their collars.

  She smiled, slipped back onto the bed, and pulled the covers up over them all.

  Raul didn’t stir, neither did Evan, though Harry snuggled in closer to Evan. She reached for his hand as she closed her eyes.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Olivia heard the sound of the birds before she opened her eyes, that and the sound of hammering on metal.

  “Hey, hen.”

  She smiled as she focused on Mason sitting on the side of the bed holding out a cup of tea. He wore his boxers and his ceremonial collar, nothing else.

  “I thought you’d want a cup of tea first.”

  “First before what?” She pushed to sitting and took the mug he offered forward.

  “Before we make this a real marriage.”

  “Ah, yes.” She smiled then blew on the surface of the hot liquid. “We need to do that.”

  She took a sip of tea.

  Paul stepped into the compartment, also wearing nothing but boxers, and slid up the zipper.

  She licked her lips. Damn he looked good, just the way Mason did. All short hair, thick muscles, and that super-sexy tattoo.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he said, adjusting his collar then standing with his hands on his hips.

  The bulge going on in his underwear told her he’d come for the same thing as Mason.

  She was more than happy about that.

  “Maybe you should leave that open,” she suggested.

  “The door?” Paul asked.

  “Yes, so Lucas can join us.”

  “He won’t be,” Mason said, reaching for her hand and drawing it to his lips. “He’s working on the van, getting it ready to be a leopard cage.”

  “Oh, I see.” A sense of disappointment went through her. She’d hoped to have all the McCadam brothers in her bed at once.

  “It’s just not his way,” Mason said. “At least not yet.”

  “Aye, he wants you to himself.” Paul grinned and moved to the bed. “But Mase and I are happy to share.” He tugged back the cover. “And fuck, you look hot in red, and those stockings…phew.”

  “I’m glad you think so.” She smiled but couldn’t help think of Lucas. All she could do was hope he didn’t feel sad that he was going to be the last of her men she had naked time with.

  “What do you reckon, Mase?” Paul asked, biting on his bottom lip.

  “About what?” Olivia asked.

  “Aye, I think we should do just that.” Mason grinned at her, one of his lovely, sexy-as-hell smiles that made her heart rate pick up and her insides quiver. He took the tea from her and set it down.

  The next thing she knew they were both on the bed with her, one either side.

  Mason kissed her and urged her flat, as Paul spread kisses over her neck and to her breasts. He sucked her nipple over the satin cup, and she rested her hand on his head.

  Mason drifted lower and did the same to the opposite breast, dampening the material so it was stained dark. He looked up at her, still smiling. “You do realize we’re going to taste you all over.”

  She swallowed, and the muscles in her inner thighs quivered. “Yes, okay.” She placed her hands on both of their heads.

  “It’s going to be more than okay,” Paul said, hooking his fingers into her panties. “You’re going to need peeling from the ceiling of this tent.”

  He tugged, and she raised her hips. As he pulled her panties off he slid down the bed. Mason did the same and settled between her legs.

  He stared at her pussy with the flat of his hand spread on her public hair.

  Paul focused his attention there, too. His pupils were wide, and he licked his lips.

  Her belly tensed, and she fought the urge to squirm. Their scrutiny was so intense.

  Then, just as she couldn’t keep still any longer, Mason ran his fingers through her soft folds and pushed in.

  She moaned softly and clamped around him.

  “Ah, hen, I can’t wait to get my cock in here, but I want you to come first.”

  “I can come on your cock.”

  “My tongue, I want to taste you as you come.”

  “Oh fuck.” She gripped the sheets and curled her toes.

  But he didn’t dive in; instead, Paul also ran his fingers over her pussy. He circled her clit several times then tipped forward and flicked his tongue over it.

  She panted through the luscious sensations, her attention was focused on them. It was so hot to have two guys there, playing with her pussy.

  “Let me,” Paul said, his fingers joining Mason’s inside her.

  “Oh, God, please, make me come,” she panted.

  Mason reached up and gripped her right breast. After studying her face for a moment, he dipped to her pussy and worked her clit with the flat of his tongue.

  Paul pushed higher and added another finger.

  She dropped her head back and closed her eyes. Bright lights flashed in her brain, and she struggled to catch her breath.

  Paul was finger fucking her, Mason building her to climax with his tongue. And so damn fast.

  She tried to hold it off, but after a minute of them working her the pressure was too great.

  The release was swift and hard. They stayed with her as she cried out, squirmed, then bucked against the bed.

  “No more…no more.” The sensation was so powerful.

  Mason lifted up and stared at her.

  She managed to catch her breath. Paul’s fingers inside her she could cope with, it was Mason’s wickedly good tongue which had threatened to actually get her leaping to the ceiling.

  She reached for his shoulders and tugged. “Mason,” she gasped, wanting to kiss him, hold him.

  Paul withdrew. Mason slid up her body. His cock slipped into her pussy, and he groaned.

  She clung to him and wrapped her stockinged legs around his hips. Paul stroked her leg, but she kept her eyes shut as her own flavor spread on her tongue from Mason’s kiss.

  “This is so special,” Mason murmured against her lips. “To have you like this, my wife.”

  “I know.” She gripped him tighter and canted her hips to meet his thrusts.

  He came—it was as quick and forceful as her release had been, and he buried his face in her neck and jerked his hips, powering into her over and over and over.

  Eventually he slowed, then stilled. He lifted his head. He was still breathing hard. “Are you okay?”

  She ran her hand over his tattoo. “How could I not be?”

  “Just checking.” He withdrew then slipped to her right.

  “Paul,” she said, looking at him.

  “I’m here.” He hesitated. “If you want me after…”

  “Of course I do.” She hated that he could even think such a thing.

  Paul didn’t need telling twice and rolled on top of her, his cock nudging her pussy.

  She spread her legs and felt him sinking deep. He was so damn hard, and long. Gripping his buttocks, she urged him to move.

  “You’re going to think I’m a guy with very little stamina,” he said, staring down at her.

  “Why?”

  “’Cause I can’t hold off, not after seeing you do that…”

  “So don’t.”

  He swept his lips over hers, then straightened his arms and shoved into her. The camp bed moved.

  “Play with my balls,” he gasped. “Please.” />
  Smiling she reached down. It was a little awkward, but she slid her fingertips between their bodies and stroked his testicles.

  Almost as soon as she touched them he exploded. “Ah, fuck…more.”

  She gave it, and he pounded into her, coming and being very vocal about it.

  As he eventually slowed, she pressed her hands to his chest. The pounding of his heart was strong against her palm.

  “Ah yeah…” He grinned. “That alone was worth getting married for.”

  “I’m pleased you think so.” She giggled and stroked his collar. It was a bit looser than the other guys’.

  After lounging on the bed with Mason and Paul for half an hour, Olivia got up and showered. She pulled on her skirt and a t-shirt, ate a bowl of cereal, then headed outside.

  As had become habit, she glanced around for signs of the leopard.

  Nothing. Thank goodness.

  The metallic banging was still going on, and she wandered to the medical van, which had its one large door thrown open.

  Lucas was inside, bare chested and his pants sitting low on his hips. His boots were dusty, and his skin held a layer of sweat.

  “Hey,” she said.

  He stopped what he was doing and let the hammer hang at his side.

  “What are you up to with this?” she asked.

  “Taking out the storage boxes, the corners are sharp. We don’t want the leopard hurting itself if we do manage to catch it.”

  “We’ll catch it, have faith.” She stepped up to him and put her arms around his damp torso. He smelled of man, and hard work, and the dry earth. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m married to you, makes me pretty damn happy.” He dipped his head and kissed her.

  “Mmm,” she said when he pulled back. There was something so alluring about Lucas. His strength combined with vulnerability and his deep sense of fairness made him one hell of a man. She’d hate herself if her being with the others first had hurt him in any way.

  “You could have joined Mason and Paul earlier,” she said. “Or Harry, Evan and Raul last night.”

  He kind of smiled. “You know that’s not my style.” He paused. “Maybe I’m just selfish. I like having you to myself.”

  “Suits me.” She ran her hands down the hollow of his back and rested her palms on his butt. “But we’ve got a date tonight, okay?”