Hero CEOs_A Reverse Harem office Romance

by Mila Crawford

  Deacon had this way about him that made me feel safe and protected. Some men just had that presence, one look to them that made you know they would do anything to protect their loved ones or those under their charge. Deacon was soft spoken and composed compared to my other two bosses. He never seemed to get rattled and he always kept his head about him, yet he also had the softest expression I had ever seen in my entire life.

  “Sophia, Grayson, Mark, and I are going to run the presentation tonight over at my place. Would you be able to join us? You can choose the dinner selection.”

  My heart started beating fast. The idea of being in a private space with these men made me unbelievably nervous and even more than that, I was excited. I must have looked taken aback because Deacon started to laugh.

  “We won’t bite, well unless you want us to.” His eyes twinkled with mischief and something else, something looking fiercely like lust and need.

  I laughed softly. “That isn’t a problem. If you can just give me your address I can meet you all there after work.”

  “Why don’t you ride with me?” a deep voice boomed from behind me. I turned to see Mark smiling at me. His blue eyes sparkled and his dimples sunk into his perfect, chiseled face. I started to open my mouth to protest when he cut me off in an instant.

  “Ever been on a Harley? It’s something everyone has to experience before they die. I will swing by your desk in thirty, if you’re good with that?”

  I found myself nodding.

  And with that he walked away. I couldn’t help but stare at his ass and the way his suit pants molded to the firmness. Deacon caught me and bent down to whisper in my ear.

  “He can have this ride but I will make sure I give you the ride you won’t forget.” He pulled back and looked at me. “And it’ll be before anyone else. See you tonight.” And with that he was gone and the warmth of his breath lingered along the shell of my ear. I clenched my thighs together as I felt a pool of moisture soak my panties.

  True to his words, in exactly thirty minutes Mark was at my desk. He was no longer in his suit, but now wore a pair of jeans, a leather jacket, and carried two helmets. He also held up a pair of jeans for me. I didn’t even bother asking where he’d got them from, or how they looked exactly my size. I glanced down at my skirt, smart enough to know why he’d brought the pants for me. I assumed riding on a motorcycle in a skirt probably could give me the worst burn imaginable.

  “You ready, beautiful?”

  Beautiful. He called me that endearment. Everything seemed to be happening at warp speed. I didn’t know if I was stuck in one of my fantasies, but I sure as hell didn’t want to wake up. I wanted this to play out. I wanted to see where this all went. Hell, maybe this really was just a presentation they wanted me to take notes for them, but I also wasn’t blind to the cues they gave me. I wasn’t a fool in thinking that the things they said, the way they looked at me, touched me, was because they didn’t want me.

  They wanted me.

  I had never been called beautiful before. It was such a foreign word to be directed toward me.

  I grabbed my purse and my jacket, and he came around my desk sporting a grin.

  “Change into this. I want you safe.” He handed me the jeans.

  I excused myself and went into the bathroom, got changed, and was out in a few minutes flat. He was already waiting for me and placed a firm but gentle hand at my lower back, suspiciously close to my behind. When I looked at him he winked at me and once again flashed that perfect grin of his.

  We walked to the parking garage, his arm around me the whole time. Once we got to the bike I started to chicken out. I had never been on a motorcycle before, and to be honest, the very idea frightened me.

  As if sensing my hesitation, Mark wrapped his hand around my waist a little tighter. “It'll be fine. I promise.” He lifted me onto the rear seat and made sure I was comfortable. He then gently placed the helmet on my head and secured it. I could swear his fingers lingered a little too long on my skin, and as he touched the contours of my face I could feel my pulse climbing to new heights.

  “Don’t worry. For your first time I plan on taking things nice and slow. I want you to keep coming back. You know that first hit has to be flawless.”

  I couldn’t breathe, not when my mind instantly went into the gutter at his words. With that, he got on the bike and I placed my arms around his thick muscular waist.

  “Hold tight.”

  Oh, I planned to do that, and hoped there was a lot more where this came from.

  5

  Mark

  I watched as she moved around my living room. The floor to ceiling windows showed an incredible view of the city from my penthouse apartment. Grayson and Deacon weren’t here yet, which gave me ample time to appreciate the view of Sophia.

  She was currently standing in front of a painting, one that was abstract, colors and emotion splattered across the canvas. It was from a relatively new artist, unknown to most, but spectacular. As soon as I’d seen it I’d wanted it, just like it had gone down when I’d seen Sophia.

  I stepped behind her, feeling like a bastard over the fact I’d given her the ruse of needing her here tonight to take dictation for us. But I knew she hadn’t bought that for one moment. I knew she’d looked at my eyes, heard the need in my voice, felt my desire in my touch. Sophia was a smart woman. Deacon had already made his move, and Grayson wasn’t far behind.

  We saw the way she watched us. It was with the same intensity as we watched her. I lowered my gaze to the curve of her neck. She’d put her hair back up in a messy bun, wisps falling along her temples and nape.

  I pushed those strands away and leaned in, inhaling deeply, smelling the floral scent that was all her. I could see goosebumps forming on her skin, and I found myself leaning in and running my lips along her flesh.

  “This is insane,” she whispered.

  “What is?” I asked, my mouth still on her neck.

  “This. All of this. Everything.” Her voice was soft, nervous. She turned around, her eyes wide as she stared at me. “I feel like I’m in a race, my car going from zero to sixty in a second. I might have whiplash.”

  I chuckled. I couldn’t deny we’d pounced on her like ravenous wolves.

  “It’s insta-everything to the max,” she said in that soft voice once more.

  “Is that bad?” I lifted my hand and ran my thumb along her cheek.

  “It’s just confusing.” She was breathing harder, faster. “You never even acted like you wanted more. None of you did.” She swallowed, her throat working.

  “Surely you saw the way we looked at you, watched you?”

  She licked her lips and I was riveted to the spot. “Yes, but I thought maybe it was just my imagination.”

  I grinned.

  “And then the kiss, and the touches, and you’re so … close to me.” She swallowed again.

  I moved a step closer. She was pressed to the wall, her back to the picture now. “Do you want me to stop? We could go over dictation if you want.”

  “I thought that’s why you wanted me here,” she whispered, but I could tell she was smarter than that. I could hear it in her voice that she didn’t want that either.

  I pulled her in close to me, my hands wrapped around her tucked-in waist, and buried my face in the crook of her neck. She was soft and warm, perfect and mine.

  Ours.

  “Let me make you feel good,” I whispered against her throat.

  “Yes.” She moaned that lone word out.

  I brought her over to the couch, but before I gently set her down I helped her out of her shirt and jeans. Yeah, this was probably going so fucking fast her head was spinning, but I was done waiting to have her. I knew all three of us were. I wanted Sophia like I wanted to breathe. And if she would have said slow down, if she would have said go easy, take your time, I would have in an instant. She was it for me, had been since the moment I saw her walk into our office.

  Once she was just in her
bra and panties I took a step back and stared at her. She was curves and soft skin, the sweet floral scent of her making me drunk. The mounds of her breasts were pushed up and over the edge of her lacy bra, and my fingers itched to touch her, to run the pads over her skin. And I didn’t stop myself. I did just that. I cupped her breast, the mound heavy, full.

  I ended up leaning in and running the tip of my nose along her cleavage. I groaned, my cock jerking, pre-cum starting to make a damp spot on my briefs. I needed out of my jeans, needed to feel her bare body pressed against mine. I growled low, my resistance snapping. I started tearing at my clothing until I was stark naked. Then I looked at her body again, reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking the fucker from root to tip.

  “Tell me to stop if this is going too fast.” I stared into her eyes, saw the reality of what she wanted, her need and desire.

  “I won’t do that,” she said softly. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my entire life.”

  I made this sound deep in my throat, one I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I had her out of her bra and panties seconds later, had her laying back on the couch, her legs spread. I looked at her parted thighs, her pussy bared of hair, her cream glistening under the dim lights.

  “I’m going to fucking devour you, Sophia,” I said as I got down on my haunches. “I’m going to eat you out until you come all over my mouth, until you’re pulling at my hair and screaming my name out.” I had my hands on her inner thighs, keeping her legs open for me. “And when I’m done Grayson and Deacon will have their turn. They’ll show you how much you mean to them, how you’re ours. Only ours.”

  “Yes.”

  “You want that?” I asked, demanded.

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  And then I leaned in and ran my tongue through her slit, licking her like she was an ice cream cone melting on a hot summer day. If I weren’t already drunk from the feel, scent, and flavor of her, I would have been so in that very moment as her flavor coated my tongue.

  6

  Sophia

  Mark’s tongue was like the elixir of life. As he twirled the muscle along my pussy I felt my body shake uncontrollably. Then all of a sudden the divine sensations decreased, leaving me right on the brink. The haze from me lifted and I looked up at Mark. If I was completely honest, a part of me was severely disappointed that he’d stopped.

  “You like that, beautiful? You like my tongue and month on your juicy, delicious pussy? You like knowing that I can smell that tasty cunt and it makes me rock hard? Tell me, baby, as I eat out your perfect little pussy. I want you to say all the sexy dirty words from that beautiful mouth of yours. I need to know how badly you want this and how wet I made you.”

  I couldn’t think or breathe, let alone answer him.

  “How much do you want to fuck me and my partners? How much do you want to be full with our babies?” I gasped at his words. “I’m going to come so deep in you, make you nice and pregnant, and watch as you grow big and round with my child.”

  His child? That comment should have made me put on my clothes and run, heck, it might have been worth running without my clothing on to get out of there as soon as possible. But I couldn’t deny the pool of wetness that gathered further as he said those words. My pulse rose and my need accelerated. Right then I knew that I wanted every single thing that came out of Mark’s mouth.

  “Tell me. I want to hear that perfect little mouth saying all those dirty things. I want you to be open with me. I know you want to be my sexy, sweet, dirty girl, don’t you? You want to feel good, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes...” I whispered while panting from desire. There was no denying how turned on I was.

  “Tell me what you want, Sophia.” His voice was forceful but I knew that even if I didn’t say anything I would get what I wanted. I didn’t think Mark would ever deny me but I wanted to say it. Mark made me feel safe enough to say it.

  “I want you to make me feel good. I want you to taste me and I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” I started panting, my need growing. “But first I want you to finish eating me out.” The words put a sly smile on Mark’s face. He looked like the cat who caught the canary, and as much as those words had my entire body heating, the need to feel his tongue on me was so strong that I didn’t care.

  Mark was a pro with the use of that tongue. He was like a starved man getting the first meal he’d had in days. He used the tip of his tongue to circle around my clitoris with expert care, and I felt my climax building. But like any master, Mark wanted his show to progress with rise and falls in progression as soon as he felt my orgasm coming on. Only then did he hold off, pushing me to new heights.

  He abandoned my clit and gently bit my outer lips, causing me to jerk.

  “Shhh, baby girl. You’re going to like this.” He pushed one finger deep inside me, moving it in a come-hither motion. His finger was huge and I felt my body convulse.

  Mark then added another digit and continued pushing my pressure point. I felt the pressure build, and then he put his mouth on my clitoris and sucked me in deep. Next thing I knew I was experiencing the most euphoric experience of my life. I let my head fall back and my entire body went numb. But Mark was far from finished as he continued to lap at me, creating small shock waves throughout my body.

  Mark crawled up my body, making sure to kiss every inch of me as he came up to meet my face. With a fierce expression of passion, the man looked undone as he kissed my lips with such fervor that I was sure they would be bruised. He moved his lips along my cheek, over my jaw, and started kissing my ear.

  “Watching you get off is like watching an artist create the most beautiful piece of art. And baby, we aren’t done yet. What is going to happen next is going to be rough, hard and fast. I’m going to punish you and that sweet pussy because you make me feel so out of control. Don’t be scared, Sophia. You just tell me to stop and we will.” For a fleeting moment I felt scared but then desire took over and I wanted Mark to take me to where he needed me to be, to where I needed to go with him.

  With a shocking use of force, my body seemed to defy gravity as I was flipped over onto my stomach. He bought his hand down on my ass, the slap sharp. Mark opened my cheeks, exposing the intimate part of me to him. For a moment nothing happened and then I felt his saliva move onto my tight hole. He had his tongue on my bottom, probing the tight muscle, pressing it inside slightly. I had never thought about a tongue being on that part of my body before, but right in that moment, with the tip of Mark’s tongue entering me, I felt like I was in heaven.

  He pulled away far too soon and I let out a frustrated sound.

  “Stay there. Don’t move because I don’t want to have to punish you.” Mark left the room and while he was gone, even though for a few moments, I felt my legs start to give out. I went to lie on my back until he returned but that wasn’t the best idea. When Mark walked into the room he moved toward the bed, a frown marring his expression. He dropped the bag he held beside me and spread my legs wide.

  “Spread your legs, baby.”

  I did as he said and he made a deep, animalistic sound of pleasure. “Touch your pussy for me. Spread those lips with your hand. I want a clear look at that cunt.” I followed his direction. His voice was so authoritative that I couldn’t help it. I was compelled to. I reached down and opened myself up to him and what happened next shocked me, but turned me on so much that it felt like Mark somehow knew that this was what I needed. With a slight force he landed three quick consecutive slaps right on my pussy.

  I cried out from the sting, but also from the pleasure that followed.

  “Oh, you like your punishment.” He slipped two fingers into me and more liquid spilled from my pussy.

  “Well, baby, I’m not done with you yet. I told you to stay in position.” Two more slaps with his right hand on my pussy, all the while he had a finger lodged deep within me. I felt the juice from me on his hand every time he swatted me between the thighs. Then, all of a sudden, his fing
er was gone.

  “Get into position. I want that juicy ass in the air.” I didn’t dare defy him. I quickly turned onto my stomach.

  “Use your hands and show me that pretty asshole. My asshole. You know you belong to us now, right? Tell me you’re ours.” Those words sent me off the ledge.

  “I’m yours. I’m all of yours.” I said the words easily enough despite the fact I hadn’t even seen Grayson or Deacon yet. But it didn’t matter because they were spoken with truth.

  “Stay in that position. Keep showing me what I need. Baby, have you ever used a butt plug?”

  My heart started pounding double-time at the very mention of that. “N-No.” My voice was shaky and soft. Mark came around to face me. His cock was in his hand, thick and long. Huge. My mouth watered from looking at it. He bent down so that he was eye level with me, his gaze piercing into mine. In his right hand he held a small butt plug. He caressed my hair gently, this pleasure-filled look on his face.

  “I want your ass, baby. I love the idea of owning the most intimate part of you, of you trusting me. I’m just going to get you ready first.” Mark then put the butt plug up to my mouth, running it along my lips. On cue I opened my mouth and received it, making it nice and wet. He pulled it from my mouth and straightened. When he turned to go back I noticed from the corner of my eye that both Deacon and Grayson were standing off to the side, undressed, their cocks in their hands, both jerking off. I hadn’t heard them enter, and the very thought that they’d been watching me had a fresh gush of moisture pooling between my thighs.

  As if sensing my confusion, Deacon walked over to me and caressed my back as he kissed the nape of my neck.

  “Sophia, this is what we want. You with us. With all of us. All we do is think about you. Crave you. My cock gets so hard the moment you step into the room. This isn't just about sex. This is about you being ours forever.”

  My heart thundered, and I knew that there was no going back. But I didn't want to. I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted to be theirs irrevocably.