10 MEN: A MEGA MENAGE REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE (HUGE SERIES Book 7)
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“Maybe,” I say.
“So what would it take for me to convince you that I’m worth a go?”
“Tell me about Blake’s accident,” I say.
Barret looks over his shoulder at his brother who is still swimming lengths and heading away from us.
“If I could have swapped places with him, I would have. The guilt of what happened is still here. . .it’s like it happened yesterday.” Barret puts his hand over his heart and I can see the true love for his brother and terrible regret that he feels. “I worry about him every day. He’s never really trusted a woman before. I think he fears rejection.”
“He’s never had a girlfriend,” I say, completely shocked. Blake is stunning. Like a young David Beckham. I assumed he would have had women falling all over him.
Barret shakes his head. “I’ve always tried to keep my love life private from him because I didn’t want to make him feel bad.”
Blake turns in the water and starts to swim towards us. I don’t know if he’s realized we’re talking. I know he definitely didn’t see us kissing. Barret turns to watch him and I see pure love in his eyes. I just hate to see so much hurt wedged between these two brothers. It all seems so pointless.
When Blake surfaces, he looks between us with hurt and uncertainty in his eyes. For a second it seems like there is a horrible possibility of Blake getting angry with Barret and I couldn’t stand it if it was me who put yet another wedge between them. Before he gets a chance to speak, I lean forward and kiss him. He seems to freeze, obviously uncomfortable at being this way with me when his brother is so close, but then, as I stroke my hand over his wet chest, he seems to relax. I draw back and look into his eyes which are heavy lidded with arousal. There’s so much hope there that I know what I’m about to do next is really risky. I cup his cheek and then I turn to Barret and do the same. The twins look at each other, neither really knowing how to react. Then I lean in and kiss Barret, too.
I hear Blake’s quick inhale of breath, but I keep holding his cheek. I turn back to him and kiss him again with his brother’s kiss still hot on my lips. It’s mesmerizing to move between them this way and hot as hell. Even in the gently warm water of the pool I can feel my pussy heating.
As I’m kissing Blake, Barret moves behind me, sliding his lips over my neck and running his hands over my hips and ass. Blake must sense what is happening and tentatively places his hands just beneath my breasts. I draw back and look him in the eyes, nodding my head to let me know this is okay.
It’s more than okay.
It’s amazing. It’s perfect.
I know that I can help these twins find each other again. I hope, by sharing me, that Blake can recover from the injury he is still feeling and regain trust in his brother.
Blake slides the strap of my swimsuit down, tugging it until my right breast is revealed. He inhales sharply at the sight of it. I take his hand and press is against my breast and instinctively he tugs at my nipple in exactly the way I love.
“Fuck,” he says softly and with so much awe in his voice I want to take him into my arms and hug him. I’ve never wondered about what it might be like to be a man’s first and find that I like the idea way more than I would have thought.
Barret isn’t slow to push things forward. He has the other strap of my swimsuit down and over my arm before I realize what is happening. It only takes a few more seconds before he’s pushed it over my thighs.
Damn, this boy is keen but it’s good.
Good for Blake not to have to make each new step forward. Good for me to feel their desire.
Blake’s eyes shift downwards, taking in the sight of my naked body through the undulating, reflective surface of the water. His hands move over my breast, down my sides to the dip of my waist and around to my ass. Each new point of exploration brings new heat to his eyes. When his fingers stroke the inside of my thighs I part my legs to let him know it’s okay. I want him to touch me. I need it for my own pleasure and his sexual awakening. His middle finger dips straight to where I’m wet and he sighs softly.
“It feels good, doesn’t it,” Barret says to his brother.
Blake nods, his eyes still looking down.
“Find her clit,” Barret orders.
Blake’s finger slides forward until he feels the hard nub at the front of my pussy. He circles it softly and I moan to let him know how good it feels. “That’s it,” Barret says, moving his hands to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, the rhythms matching perfectly.
Blake leans in to kiss me again, his tongue sliding over mine in a way that makes me shiver. I’ve never been a girl who’s been quick to come. It’s always taken a lot, even when I touch myself, so I’m not sure why I’m so close to coming so soon but I’m thinking that it might be because there are two of them.
Everything is better with two; four hands to caress, two mouths to kiss, the prospect of two cocks straining to fuck me is more arousing to me than I would ever admit to anyone.
No wonder Kaitlin was prepared to wreck her reputation to live with her three stepbrothers. No wonder she risked angering her mom and stepfather to follow her heart.
Now I’ve had more than one man, the prospect of going back to a single monogamous relationship seems so unappealing. My previous dreams of one man who would become my husband seems trivial and boring. I know people say that men are ruled by their cocks but I think that my pussy definitely has a very vocal opinion in this. When combined with my heart that seems to know that these boys aren’t just out to use me and abuse me but really want to make a future as one big happy family, it’s a heady mix.
I’m so close that my legs start to shake. Blake never slows his tempo, keeping it maddeningly even. Barret seems to feel just how near I am and he slides his hand between my legs from behind. I think he pushes his thumb inside me because whatever it is feels big and blunt. I rise up on my toes and he pulses his thumb against my g-spot. It’s such an intense feeling that I cry out. Blake’s eyes widen, the effect they are having on me seeming to be fascinating to him.
“Mmm…” I moan, grabbing onto his arm as I come in wave upon wave of pleasure. I’m so weakened that I slump into Blake’s arms and he holds me tight, stroking my hair, telling me that I’m beautiful and perfect and everything he ever wanted.
Barret’s hands caress my back, my ass, my thighs.
When I’ve come back to myself, I feel totally relaxed. It’s so strange to find that the person I was less than a week ago, filled with inhibitions and worries, has faded away so completely. We’re in a pool, with no privacy from any of the household who might decide to take a swim or do maintenance. I’m with two men who up until a few days ago, I’d only seen on Google, and I just feel so comfortable.
“Can we take you up there?” Barret asks, pointing to a large double lounger that’s covered with towels and pillows. It looks like heaven.
I nod and duck under the water to retrieve my suit. Blake and Barret wade to the nearest steps and I’m practically drooling watching them get out of the pool. Water pours off their ripped bodies, leaving their tan skin glistening. Wet swim-shorts leave next to nothing to the imagination at the best of times, and Blake and Barret’s erections are very obvious. Lord. Are all these men so identically hung? It would seem that I’ve hit the jackpot.
As I pull myself out of the pool, the cooler air hardens my nipples. Blake is already making his way over with a towel. I can see him trying not to show his limp and my heart bleeds again. I just wish he could see that it doesn’t affect his sex appeal in any way. If anything, I seem to have a real warmth for his wounded-puppy persona.
“Thanks,” I say, pulling the plush, cream towel around myself.
My eyes fall to his crotch and then back to his face and immediately he’s blushing. I lean in to kiss him, placing my hand around the cool tented fabric of his shorts and finding the hard, long, cock beneath. His breath hisses as he inhales sharply, eyes focused on my hand.
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“You’re so hard,” I tell him. He makes a gruff sound, closing his eyes as I run my hand back and forth. “Where do you want to put this?”
His sapphire eyes flick to mine, filled with yearning and passion. His fingers go between my legs, two pushing right up inside my pussy until I’m standing on my tip toes.
“Here,” he says. Then he pulls his fingers out, takes my hand and walks me to the bed.
Barret is waiting, his hand on his still clothed cock and a wide smile on his face. “Your bed awaits.” He pats the bed next to where he’s sitting and I take my place next to him, shuffling back until I’m lying in the middle. Blake gazes at me as I draw my feet up, leaving my legs open and slack. He eyes my pussy as though it’s a feast and he’s starving. Then he’s kneeling between my legs and pressing his mouth on my clit.
The rush is unbelievable. To know that my pussy is the first he’s ever tasted is overwhelming. He makes a hungry sound, his tongue tracing all the soft, slick pinkness. I rest on my elbows, gazing down at his angelic expression. There’s wonder there. A wonder about a woman’s body that I’ve never really seen in another man. He’s on a voyage of discovery and I’m happy to lead him. I put my hand on his cheek and make him look up at me.
“Later,” I tell him. “I want you to fuck me now.”
Oh god. His expression is so fiercely primal that I almost come again. He might be inexperienced but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know exactly what he wants. Blake tugs his shorts down, throwing them on the tiled floor next to the bed. His hand goes over his scar for a moment but when his eyes find mine, I shake my head to let him know that’s not okay. I want to see him. All of him.
We are not just the parts of us that make us perfect.
We are all the good and bad, the perfect and imperfect, the beautiful and the ugly and everything in between.
Instead of concealing himself he fists his cock, gazing at my pussy while he does it, a pink flush spreading across his cheeks. I wonder how fast his heart is beating. Mine is racing as though I’ve just done a half marathon.
I don’t tell him to put a condom on. I’m on the pill so I know we’re good. I want him to enjoy this the way it’s supposed to be. Bare. Raw. Skin to skin. I want him to feel that moment of letting go inside of me and watch his cum spill from my entrance as he pulls out.
These are things that condoms take away from sex and I have to say that I miss them.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
Barret groans from behind Blake. “You gonna let us come in your pussy?” he asks.
I nod, my clit swelling at his words and his smile spreads wider.
It seems that I’m not the only one who likes it bareback.
I look at the scene before me.
Two men wait to fuck me.
Two cocks wait to spread me open.
And after, two loads of cum will drip from inside me.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this.
As Danna said, it must have been something Nobel Prize-winning.
I grab Blake’s wrist, needing him to move faster. His cock is dripping pre-cum and I want him to spread it over my pussy to lubricate the way.
Fuck. He rests himself over me, his cock falling heavy and hard onto my clit. I take hold of it, rubbing it through my folds, feeling the slickness of both our arousals mingling.
Blake moans, his hips moving to nudge the head of his cock inside me, just a little. His eyes find mine. “Do it,” I tell him, spreading my legs wider. I bring my heels behind his ass, urging him forward.
Blake closes his eyes and thrusts steadily, allowing me to open up to accept him. I watch him with awe, feeling the significance of this moment for him.
This is huge.
Bigger for him than for me.
He’s the fifth McGregor brother that I’ve welcomed between my legs. I’m actually completely overwhelmed by that realization. Before I came to this house I was a relatively conservative girl with ordinary fantasies about what my future would bring. Now, here I am, living a completely different life.
“Fuck,” Blake groans as he moves with a punishingly good rhythm. His cock is so wide and long that my pussy is straining to take him. His mouth claims mine in a searing kiss as his hand grasps my left breast and squeezes.
The way he’s rotating his hips has my pussy straining for more contact. The rough brush of pubic hair stimulates my clit. I undulate beneath him, moaning and not caring that his brother is a foot away, waiting his turn or that anyone could be watching from the corners of this room.
Elliot said he was going to join us for a swim. He could be here right now, looking at his brother fucking me raw.
It’s the thought of being watched, combined with Blake’s increasingly hard thrusts that tips me over the edge. I see stars, claw at his back, clasp his body to mine with my legs riding wave upon wave of pleasure, and Blake groans too, his cock swelling as my pussy milks him to orgasm.
“Wow,” Barret says. “That was fucking hot.”
Blake sputters with laughter against my neck. “I wasn’t expecting marks out of ten you asshole!”
“And there’s my brother, back to his usual self.”
I smile up at Blake, stroking his still wet, light brown hair back from his brow. “That was perfect,” I say softly and he beams like I just gave him the best gift ever.
He’ll always remember this. I know because it’s inevitable.
Your first is always etched into your brain, whether it’s a good or bad experience. Mine was lackluster to be honest. I thought I loved him and that he loved me but after we had sex I knew that neither were really true.
Blake adjusts himself as though he’s worried about crushing me. As he kneels up and draws his cock out of my pussy, I feel that amazing sensation of cum trickling out. He’s watching it and so is Barret.
“Isn’t that the horniest fucking thing ever?” Barret says. Blake’s fingers find my entrance and he slicks the cum up and over my clit. It’s slippery and warm and I’m turned on all over again.
“Are you gonna get the fuck out of the way?” Barret laughs.
Blake scowls. “You wanna stop butting in like a back seat driver. I’m not done.”
“You look pretty done to me.”
I hold up my hand. “Boys, the bickering isn’t sexy.” I laugh and they look suitably embarrassed. They probably hadn’t even noticed they were doing it. Without having a sibling, I’m not experienced in these kinds of relationships.
Blake leans over me, to kiss my mouth, then he’s moving aside to let his brother in, too. I wonder how Barret will feel about going where his brother has just been but that doesn’t seem to be anything other than a turn on. He climbs on top of me, leaning in to suck my nipples, taking each tip into his hot mouth and tugging just the way I like it.
“You have the sexiest breasts,” he says. “Just more than a handful, and these nipples.” He shakes his head as though he has no idea how to describe them that would do them justice. “But you know, what? I wanna see that ass of yours. I noticed it that first day you came sauntering into our house. Flip yourself over.”
I grin at his cheekiness and do as he asks, getting myself onto my hands and knees. He runs his hand over my body, from my shoulders and along my waist, then over the curve of my hip. He touches me as his brother’s seed drips from inside me. Blake is watching it all, his cock already hard again.
I feel press of Barret’s dick against my messy entrance and moan. I shouldn’t be horny again this quickly but since I moved into this house my pussy seems to be misbehaving in the best possible way. He surges forward, using the lubrication Blake left behind to smooth his path and it feels amazing.
Slick.
Hot.
Hard.
I push back to get him deeper and he reaches around to rub my clit in the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuck,” he groans, gripping onto my hip hard enough to bruise. “You’re fucking amazing,” he gasps.
Blake moves forward to stroke my breasts, squeezing and tugging at my nipples. I watch the motion of his hand stroking his huge cock. Slow and steady like he wants to prolong the pleasure as much as he can. I’m about to tell him that I’ll lick it for him when a door bangs.
There’s someone coming.
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We all freeze.
I crane my neck to the direction of the noise, panicking. It could be Mom. What the hell would she think? Or Roderick; how embarrassing would that be.
No one wants to be caught having normal, missionary sex, let alone hot group doggy-style sex. This is about as compromising of a position as anyone could put themselves in.
It’s not Mom or Roderick, though.
It’s Elliot.
Oh. My. God.
I can’t move. Barret’s hands are holding me right where I am. Neither boys say a thing as their brother makes his way around the pool.
Then, as Elliot is just twenty feet away, Barret starts to thrust again.
Fuck.
He’s acting like nothing is happening. Like we’re just relaxing by the pool with a book and a cocktail. Elliot is dressed in swim shorts, his erection already visible.
No one says anything. Elliot’s eyes burn into mine, his long eyelashes making him look angelic even as his eyes flash dark as a devils.
I don’t move to cover myself, even though I could. The deepness of Barret’s thrust make my eyes roll and Blake’s hand is fiercer on my breast. It’s as though they’ve amped up the passion now we have an audience.
Is this what makes group sex so intense? It’s not just the extra cocks, hands or mouths; it’s the extra eyes that are watching that make me vibrate with lust.
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