Hero CEOs_A Reverse Harem office Romance

by Mila Crawford

  7

  Grayson

  Their desire was just as consuming as mine, and as much as I wanted Sophia all to myself, the fact remained that if she wanted all of us she’d have us. I wasn’t letting her go even if Deacon and Mark claimed her, as well.

  I was done jerking off. I walked over to her, helped her to stand, mindful of the butt plug wedged in her ass, something that turned me on more than it maybe should. I slammed my mouth down on hers, deepening the kiss and sliding my hands through her hair. I wrapped the strands around my fist and pulled her head slightly back, succeeding in breaking the kiss.

  Eyes closed, lips parted and slightly open and swollen from my kisses, Sophia looked like a seductress ready to be fucked, ready to scream our names as she was claimed. I took a second to stare at her features, at how the shadows played along her face and body. She was nude, her tits big and round, her nipples hard. I pulled back and looked down the length of her body, stopping at her pussy. My mouth watered for a taste.

  I looked back at her face. Her bone structure was delicate, feminine. Possessiveness slammed into me with such force I nearly crumbled right before her. Lifting my hand, I brushed the back of it against her cheek, pushing away the fall of her hair, and inhaled the natural scent of her. Emotions coursed through me, feelings that made my heart pound and my blood rush through my veins.

  “You want this? Want me? Want us?”

  She nodded slowly. “I want it all.” She sounded drugged, intoxicated, and so very ready for what we had to give her. “I know what I want, and what I want is all three of you.”

  I knew Mark and Deacon were somewhere in the room, watching, waiting their turn. But this was about Sophia and me, at least for right now.

  Slipping my hands down her arms and then behind her, I felt the rounded mounds of her ass. As I squeezed them gently, my cock gave a mighty jerk. As soon as I’d entered the apartment and seen Mark with her I’d immediately gotten undressed. Maybe presumptuous, but I knew I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to.

  Pressing my hips forward, I ground my dick into the softness of her belly over and over again, needing the damn thing buried deep inside of her tight and hot little cunt. Pre-cum lined the tip of my cock. She leaned forward and took control of the kiss, moaning against my mouth. I deepened the kiss, fucked her mouth with my tongue, and showed her without words what I wanted to do to her.

  I ached to go slow with her, to be gentle and easy, but I couldn’t help myself. With my hands still on her ass I slowly parted the soft, full mounds and moved my fingers closer to the center of her body. The smoothness of her skin teased my knuckles, promising all kinds of filthy things. Her breath hitched and my cock pulsed with need. Running my finger down the crease of her ass, I felt the butt plug. I wanted it out, wanted to touch that tight little hole without anything blocking me.

  I pulled the plug out slowly, gently, her breath hitching. Once I had it tossed aside I had my hands back on her ass, my fingers now running over the tight ring of muscle. I ground my teeth and closed my eyes. Thoughts of what she would feel like surrounding me, milking my cock until I came so fucking hard had me groaning.

  “Sophia,” I murmured against her lips. I pressed a finger to her anus, and took my other hand, slipping it over her hip and down between her thighs to the front of her body. The heat of her pussy almost seared me. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, but I could see her pleasure, feel the wetness of her cream covering my fingers as I touched her pussy.

  Gathering some of her pussy wetness, I brought the digits back to her ass and lubed up her tight hole. I ran my other finger back and forth, spreading her cream along her anus before slowly slipping it inside.

  She bit her bottom lip, gripped my arms, and breathed out, “It feels good.” She flicked her gaze to Mark and Deacon.

  “Don’t worry about them. This is about us right now.”

  She looked back and me and slowly nodded.

  “You like my finger in your ass, don’t you?” I didn’t phrase it like a question, because I knew she did.

  She gasped. “Yes.”

  I moved my other hand between our bodies, until I was touching her pussy. Then I pressed a finger in her cunt. I fucking loved that her body clenched around both digits now. Leaning in close, I placed my mouth at her throat and bit at her flesh, gently, softly.

  When it came down to it, if she surrendered her body to us, which she was, we were going to take all of it. Every fucking inch. I shoved another finger in her pussy, and a second later did the same to her ass. I fucked both of her holes like I couldn’t get enough, and the truth was I couldn’t.

  “I want this so bad,” she whispered.

  “And we’re about to give it to you.”

  Sophia

  I couldn’t help the way I started to rub my pussy along Grayson’s hand. This just seemed like torture, a very, very good kind, but torture nonetheless. As if he read my mind, he removed his fingers from me, gripped my ass, and lifted me up until I was forced to wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

  He was just as nude as I was, and just like he’d told me I only focused on him and me, not the fact that Mark and Deacon were close by, watching, no doubt pleasuring themselves.

  I could feel how hard he was, his cock thick and long between my thighs. He’d gotten just as naked as I was before he came to me, and the sight of all his muscles, of his big, manly body ready to take mine into oblivion, could have gotten me off right then and there.

  Before I knew what was happening we were in a bedroom, Grayson setting me atop a large, soft mattress, the sheets beneath me silky soft. Never taking his gaze off of me, Grayson looked his fill of me. I couldn’t help but appreciate the corded muscles that made up his body.

  “Spread your thighs for me, Sophia.” Grayson’s voice was a rough growl, and it sent a little tingle to the tips of my fingers and toes. Placing my feet flat on the bed, I parted my legs. Cool air moved along my now exposed pussy.

  Grayson moved forward, placed one knee on the bed and put his hands on my knees. Keeping eye contact with me, he slowly pulled my legs farther apart until my inner muscles protested.

  “When I say spread your thighs, I mean exactly that.” He leaned down and claimed my lips with his. While still holding my legs apart, he smoothed his hand down my inner thigh and ran his fingers through my pussy lips. My breasts rose and fell from my increased respirations. Grayson kissed me harder, with more tongue and power behind the action. His lips were strong, and I felt his kiss everywhere.

  Grayson broke the kiss, leaned back slightly, and stroked his cock. He only did that for a second before moving down my body, leaving a trail of fiery heat and passion in his wake as he licked at my flesh. He finally stopped right at my pussy. He hovered there for a second, his warm breath fanning my flesh, moistening it, heating it. Then he ran his tongue along my clit, sucking at the little bud until sparks of pleasure and pain filled me.

  I moaned out when he dragged his tongue through me. There were so many sensations consuming me. Grayson pulled my labia apart and started attacking my pussy with a ferocity that shocked and pleased me. He gripped my thighs, dug his fingers into my flesh, and groaned deeply against my swollen clit.

  “So wet and hot, sweet and all primed for me,” he groaned against my pussy. The suckling he did to my clit was so intense, so powerful, that my climax rose swiftly to the surface. I exploded into a million pieces. “Yes. That’s it, baby.”

  I cried out, the pleasure so intense, so mind consuming. When the pleasure was wrung from me, Grayson lay beside me. He pulled me into the comfort and hard warmth of his body, cradling me.

  I didn’t know how much more I could take pleasure-wise, but I knew I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to find out exactly how far they could take me.

  8

  Sophia

  Deacon walked toward us, his cock big and thick, hanging in all his naked glory. The man was absolutely breathtaking. His muscles were
toned and defined and I had an urge to lick my way around his entire body, discovering every beautiful inch of him. I wanted to run my hands through the hair speckled along his strong, broad chest.

  “I can’t wait any more, Sophia. I need to feel you. I want to be inside you. I want to feel that beautiful warmth that can only be given to me by your body.”

  I tilted my head up as he bent down to me and kissed me deeply. I noticed Grayson’s hold on me loosen as he stepped away. Deacon came closer, the scent of him intoxicating and heady.

  I wanted to taste them, to taste all of them. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, and I wanted the power to make this beautiful, kind, strong man come undone because of me. There was nothing I wanted more than all of them ... everything from them. I was theirs and they were mine. As if on instinct I reached for Deacon and put him in my mouth. He was smooth and large, filling my mouth completely. The more of him I took in, the more I wanted to please him. I needed his release, needed him to come undone. I needed them all to crave me as desperately as I craved them. I put both my hands on his thickness and worked it in unison with my mouth and tongue.

  “Sophia, you don’t have to do that. Watching you being pleased is all I need, honey.” Deacon’s voice was horse and his words came out visceral, almost like a growl. It had an animalistic effect on me, and I could feel myself become wet with the knowledge that this man who owned a piece of my heart was getting pleasure from me.

  I wanted to taste him. I wanted his seed in my mouth because that power was intoxicating. I placed my hands on his ass, curled my fingers into the muscular flesh, and pushed him farther into my mouth. At first Deacon resisted and I knew it was because he was worried about hurting me. But all I wanted was to give him pleasure, to make him lose control because of me.

  I needed it.

  Craved it.

  Wanted it.

  “Sophia, honey, if you don’t stop that I’m not going to be able to control myself.” Deacon’s voice broke through my haze of lust but I didn’t care. His words meant nothing at that moment. He tried to pull me off him but I fought it. I knew he wanted to come in my mouth as much as I wanted to taste him.

  “Sophia. No, sweetheart, the first time I get off it’s going to be in you. I want you to know that I haven’t been with a woman in so long that I thought I lost all interest. But now I know I was waiting for you. I don’t want anything between us, baby. I want it bare and I want to come in you. I want that belly full with my baby, Sophia. You understand that? Once this happens you will be ours forever. There won’t be any going back.”

  I didn’t want to go back. I wanted it … all of it. From the moment I’d met these men they were all I wanted. Something I never imagined was happening. All three wanted me too.

  “I’ve never been with anyone before. I never really wanted to … until now. Until the three of you. I want you, Deacon. I want you so much.”

  “You want that, baby? You want our babies in you?”

  God help me, I wanted that too. “Yes,” I said without hesitation. Deacon climbed on top of me and, as if they had a mind of their own, my legs opened for him.

  “Show me that pussy, baby. Open those lips for me.” As if on cue I opened my legs wider, inviting him in. “Touch that pussy for me. I want to watch you please yourself. I want no inhibitions, baby.” From the corner of my eye I saw my other two men with their cocks in their hands. I looked over at them and saw a look of pure awe and love on their faces, as if encouraging me. I put my fingers on my clit and started to work gentle circles around the bud. It felt so dirty being open like this to three men. But these were my men and I knew I was safe, that I was actually the one in control even though they were authoritative and demanding.

  “Keep touching that pussy, Sophia, baby.” Deacon placed his hands on my face and kissed me deeply, his tongue probing my mouth as if to devour me.

  This strong man was telling me all I needed to know with that kiss. All the love in the world was poured into this kiss. With that he pushed himself into me in one fluid move. He was careful to be gentle. I was so wet that his girth was easier to take than I’d imagined. He looked deep into my eyes as he pushed in and out of me, never once attempting to lose the connection. His moved his hands in my hair gently.

  “You are so beautiful, Sophia. So damn gorgeous you take my breath away. I don’t think I have ever seen anything or anyone as beautiful as you.” He groaned and pumped into me harder, faster. “I’m coming. Climax with me, baby girl.” With that, he released himself in me with a grunt, the whole time his gaze piercing mine. I came right along with him, crying out as the pleasure claimed me.

  I had never in my life felt so wanted, so sexy, so exceptional as I did in the arms of these men. Their touch, their words, and their desire made me feel whole, and beautiful. But most of all I felt like I was home.

  Finally I was home.

  9

  Sophia

  Deacon was away from me before I could even catch my breath. Grayson took his spot and I gasped, my body so sensitive.

  My eyes fluttered closed on their own when Grayson brushed his lips across my forehead, then my eyelids, and finally on the tip of my nose.

  “You are so beautiful.” He molded his body against mine, pressing me farther into the bed.

  Hands coasted over my shoulders, and I knew they were Mark’s, knew I was about to take both of them at the same time. I felt it, needed it. While Mark explored my body, Grayson brushed his lips back and forth against mine. Their movements and motions were a lazy caress. It was erotic pleasure, torture.

  “You smell like peaches, sweet, plump peaches,” Mark whispered by my ear. “We love peaches, baby.” His hands moved down to my side, his fingers trailing along my flesh, sending sparks of electricity through me.

  They shifted me on the bed so Mark was now under me, Grayson behind me. I faced Mark, his arousal clear on his face. Hands were on me, and I didn’t know who they belonged to, but it really didn’t matter. I got lost in the sea of pleasure, and I didn’t want to be rescued.

  Fingers speared into the folds of my pussy, stroking and teasing me until I was wet and needy and so ready for both of them. I looked up and saw Deacon off to the side, his once again hard cock in his hand as he stroked himself, watching us. I focused on Grayson and Mark once more.

  The idea of taking both men was a little unnerving, but the realization that we could all be connected in the most fundamental and primal way had me arching my back and silently pleading for more.

  I kept my eyes closed and just let them play my body like I was made specifically for them, the three of them. I’d never felt anything as intense as the feel of their hands and mouths on me.

  “You’re so soft and sweet between us,” Grayson groaned. Words, touches, feelings all blended together until they were a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations. My pussy was soaked and my clit throbbed. My nipples felt hard and sensitive as they moved along Mark’s chest. Grayson’s shaft against the crease of my ass had me moving my hips, working the fleshy mounds of my bottom along his rigid length.

  “You’re hot and fucking wet,” Grayson growled against her ear. “I think she wants us to show her how it can be between us.” He nipped my ear, and I shivered. “Isn’t that right, baby? You want me and Mark to show you how it is?”

  “Yes, that’s what I want,” I moaned. I arched my neck at the feel of Mark’s mouth surrounding my nipple. He sucked long and hard. He would have brought me to my knees if I weren’t sandwiched between them. Mark alternated between my breasts, forcing me to lean slightly back and into Grayson. Mark gently bit at little parts on my body while Grayson dragged his teeth on the sensitive flesh at the tip of my breasts.

  “Please,” I begged. “I can’t take it anymore.”

  Grayson growled against me before saying, “You’ll take all we have to give because that’s how you want it.” His tongue left a scorching trail of liquid fire around the shell of my ear.

  “More
,” I pleaded.

  “I love hearing you beg. It makes me harder than I’ve ever been.” The dominance laced in Mark’s words turned me on. The dominance that came off of these three men was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

  Grayson massaged my ass and slipped his fingers between my thighs. The first touch of his thick fingers slipping between my cleft and gathering my moisture had me hissing in pleasure. He moved them back and forth, teasing my opening before moving to the puckered hole of my bottom. I tensed when I felt him spread my moisture around that virgin part of me.

  Mark slipped two fingers into my sopping cunt at the same time Grayson gently inserted his equally lubed fingers into my ass. They synchronized those digits inside of me until I writhed between them, seeking more, yet trying to escape because it felt too good.

  I speared my hands in Mark’s hair, stared into his eyes, and let both of them pleasure me. I felt the warmth of Grayson’s body leave me for a moment. The sound of a drawer opening pierced the fog of arousal swirling in my head. Cool liquid touched my overheated skin a second later as he worked his lubed finger over my anus.

  Mark hissed when I tightened my fingers on his head, and I started to mutter my apology, but his mouth claimed mine in the next second. And then Mark reached between our bodies and placed the tip of this thick cock at my entrance. I held my breath.

  I panted for air as he worked himself inside of me. He was just so big, so thick, that the stretch and burn of my muscles trying to accommodate Mark’s penetration was enough to make me lightheaded.

  A hand caressed my cheek and urged me to turn my head to the side, away from Mark’s face. I forced my eyes open and came face-to-face with Deacon’s equally impressive cock. The tip was flushed red, and a drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip. The way he gripped the root and ran his palm up and down the length had my mouth watering for a taste of him.