Indecent Proposal: A Reverse Harem Romance

by J.C. Valentine

  Sabrina spread her hands out in front of her. “California King?” The words were posed as a question because she’d always viewed the bed as massive, far too large for a single woman, but she’d never had three men in it at once, so she had no way of knowing. Their wide frames alone had her questioning everything, almost certain, now that she really sized them up, that there would be no way for them all to fit side by side.

  “We can give it a try,” Conner grunted, and by the stern look on his face, Sabrina grew concerned that he wasn’t all that pleased by her suggestion. Did he prefer to go home? Maybe she’d read the situation all wrong and overstepped…

  “What side of the bed do you normally sleep on?” Oliver’s question was unexpected, but it held merit.

  “The left.” So she could roll out of bed easier in the middle of the night for the inevitable trip to the bathroom and also wake up with the warm glow of sunlight on her face.

  “I call left,” Oliver announced, and happily began heading for her room.

  “Hey!” William was already in hot pursuit. “You can’t just call dibs like that.”

  The men continued their argument, for the first time sounding just like brothers, and Sabrina looked to Conner, who continued to be rooted in place, watching her with a critical eye.

  “Are you sure this is what you really want? We don’t have to stay.”

  “No, it’s okay. It’s late.” If it were her, Sabrina wouldn’t be too keen on driving home at this hour either. It was easier for everyone to just settle in and catch some sleep. Besides, it was the weekend. They didn’t have anywhere to be tomorrow. Well, other than Conner, but she didn’t know what his schedule looked like exactly. Then she remembered… “Oh, that’s right. You’re leaving tomorrow. I’m sorry if I imposed—”

  Conner held up his hand to stop her. “It’s no imposition. I’ve just sensed that this is all a bit overwhelming for you, so I thought it best to move slow until you warmed up to everything.”

  “You mean having sex with all of you.”

  He smirked. “Yes. Believe it or not, we’re used to moving pretty fast, and women don’t tend to complain. I think it’s a sort of rush for them.”

  “I can see the appeal.” They shared an amused look. “I’ve just never done anything like this before. It’s all so new, and I’m not really sure how to go about…any of it.”

  Conner stepped closer. “You have nothing to worry about. You’re in good hands.”

  Six good hands, to be exact. Where would they all go on her body? How would they navigate it? Did they have scripts, routines so they didn’t get in each other’s way? If they’d done this sort of thing before, as Conner suggested, then Sabrina wondered what that meant about their sexual orientations. Did group sex make them…gay? Incestuous? She had so many questions.

  “I can see that brilliant mind of yours working overtime.” Conner reached out and stroked her hair back from her face, allowing his fingers to trail down one side to the very ends until they dropped off. “Tell me what’s bothering you. Maybe we can fix some of that.”

  How did one ask such sensitive questions? Did she even want to know the answers? Maybe it would just be better to shelve all the serious talk and get down to business, stop worrying about things that probably wouldn’t matter in the long run. It wasn’t as if any of this would end up in a serious relationship.

  But Sabrina didn’t get this far in life by living in the gray. She found knowing the truth, every gory detail, as essential to breathing. It was how she managed to climb as high as she had in the company, how she managed the business well enough to garner the attention and become a source of salvation for a Fortune 500 company that had otherwise always been known for its expertise in the expansive field of business.

  So even if she wanted to shrug her shoulders and assure him that nothing was wrong and then drag him back to her bed and dive into it naked with his brothers, she knew she had to have her answers. She needed to set her mind at ease so she didn’t drive herself insane with wonder.

  “Are you guys gay?” she blurted out. As per her usual method, she just ripped the band-aid right off.

  His eyebrow did that little pop toward his hairline that she’d noticed he had a habit of doing when he was surprised. “Not at all.”

  “Then why…how does this work? I mean, if you like having…orgies?” Was that the correct term for it? “It’s only logical that…parts…would touch.”

  Conner cleared his throat, but not out of discomfort. He was choosing his words wisely. Before he spoke again, he crossed his thick arms over his chest in an unconscious show of guarding himself against her question, and possibly his answer.

  “We’re brothers. We’ve always been very close. There’re no real boundaries between us, and there never have been. We don’t look at each other in that way, though, not sexually or anything of the sort. Our interests have always been closely aligned, too, and we’re often attracted to the same things. Like women.” He looked at her pointedly. “Rather than fight over who gets what and where and when, we choose to share. It’s not like when we’re fucking we touch each other’s dicks or even want to. We just do what we want to whoever we’re with and circulate around each other.” He shrugged, still struggling with his explanation. “I guess we know each other well enough to sense who wants what and we accommodate. It’s like a natural dance, and somehow it just works. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

  “So…I guess I just have to experience it for myself then?” Sabrina chuckled, and he followed suit. The idea of it was comical for a reason she couldn’t name. Maybe it was just the absurdity of it all. Sabrina Colloway, daughter to a well-known business tycoon and often viewed stuffy, stuck-up CEO, was venturing into the great unknown and about to explore uncharted territory in the form of a foursome that would undoubtedly leave her battered and broken, but hopefully, oh, so satisfied.

  Conner tipped his head toward her room. “I don’t hear any more arguing. What do you say we go back there and find out if we all fit.”

  As he placed his hand on the small of her back and Sabrina started walking, she couldn’t help wondering if he was talking about the bed…or her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Room for two more.” William was being cheeky. Lying in her bed, he had taken the right side, while Oliver took the left, leaving just enough room on the edge of the mattress for her.

  Oliver patted the sliver of space beside him. “I saved you a spot.”

  A small growl of displeasure came from behind her, and Sabrina didn’t have to look to know it came from Conner. He didn’t like the arrangement, apparently.

  “You get the middle,” he stated plainly to Sabrina.

  She transferred her gazed to the open center of the bed and pictured herself there, framed in by Conner and Oliver. Which left William out.

  William must have caught her concerned look. “I’m fine right where I am, sweets. If the need arises, I’ll come to you.” He winked, which had her blushing furiously.

  Even more so than the fact that both he and Oliver were already stripped down to their boxer briefs, leaving them bare chested and their strong, lean, sexy bodies on display for her eyes to feast on.

  Sabrina’s core sprang to life, suddenly achy and ready for an adventure that her head wasn’t quite on board with yet. As confident as she was in the boardroom, she had always been submissive in the bedroom. She’d never been one to jump into the physical without first being guided there, and so she felt somewhat uneasy about the arrangement, not knowing what to do, where to put her hands, and the like.

  Conner’s warm hand slid around her hip and his broad chest pressed against her back as he leaned down and brought his lips to her ear. “We go at your pace. No pressure.”

  She nodded, comforted by his words.

  And then Sabrina, deciding she was being ridiculous, bit the bullet, squared her shoulders, and walked over to the bed, climbing on and fitting herself in the middle of it. She’
d chosen the spot closest to Oliver, and he turned on his side to face her, wearing a warm, pleased smile. He was comforting, she realized. His strong, silent type of personality helped to set her mind at ease, and she gravitated toward him naturally, seeking his embrace, which he gave willingly and without reserve.

  With Oliver’s arms wrapped securely around her waist, holding her close, his chin propped on her shoulder, she watched Conner strip out of his clothes until he was dressed in only a pair of blue and white striped boxers, like his brothers. Then he crawled in beside her, laid on his back, and stared up at the ceiling.

  “So…” William was the first to break the silence. “Is it just me, or is this bed unusually large?”

  “It’s huge,” Oliver concurred.

  “What the hell are you doing with a bed this size?” William wondered. “You’re not hosting orgies in your spare time, are you?”

  Caught off-guard, Sabrina laughed. “Not a chance. I just like big things.”

  The words were out of her mouth before she could catch them, and her cheeks colored once again with their implication.

  “Well, I’d say we have you covered then.” Across the bed, William wore that cheeky smile of his still, and Sabrina’s heart galloped at the sight. He was so cute, so handsome, and lent just the right amount of levity to an otherwise tense situation. It was as if he knew just what she needed to calm her nerves.

  They all did.

  In their own special ways, these men were giving the best parts of themselves to her to sooth her frazzled nerves. Conner with his reassuring words, Oliver with his touch, and William with is humor. They had her best interests in mind.

  Could a woman get any luckier than to find the perfect man combined in all three of these?

  Assuming she could handle them, she might have hit the lottery.

  Oliver shut out the light on the bedside table, plunging the room into darkness that eventually gave way to minute amounts of light that filtered through the apartment via blind-covered windows and various pieces of technology with their little pin lights. Eventually, Sabrina could see the men’s forms as large, dark shadows, their shape the only part that was distinct. She couldn’t see their eyes or if they were awake or asleep, and as her awareness of them continued to grow, she grew restless but unwilling to move an inch in case she might disturb one or all of them.

  After a while, Oliver snuggled against her back, his body’s sharp angles matching her slender curves as he curled in around her. Sabrina became acutely aware of the hard length pressing against her outer thigh like a steel pipe, inciting her own arousal that felt almost painful in its intensity. She clenched her core, performing Kegels that did nothing to stave off the sensation that demanded satiation.

  After long moments passed wherein Sabrina forced herself to accept that she was going to have to get over it and find sleep, Conner turned to face her, his large frame blocking out William on his opposite side, acting as a giant wall of flesh and muscle so that she felt contained in her wedge of space that was now growing smaller by the minute.

  He tucked his left arm beneath his head and allowed his free hand to find her abdomen, flattening out in a possessive way that sent flutters through her belly. She had no idea if he was aware of what he was doing or if it was totally unconscious. Either way, her heightened awareness of the brothers continued to grow at an alarming rate.

  That awareness was only made worse when she dared to move her arm and her wrist brushed against the rigid length of his cock nestled closed to her hip.

  She swallowed hard. What was she going to do? Here she was, lying in bed, hemmed in by two virile, sexy men with raging hard-ons, and her weeping core was embarrassingly needy, and she could do nothing about it because she wasn’t the type to take matters like this into her own hands unless otherwise prompted. If they were sleeping, they might not even invite that kind of reaction, and how humiliating would it be to be rejected? If they wanted sex, they would have started something by now, but they’d mentioned taking things slow, so she was going to err on that side of things for safety’s sake.

  Sleep. That’s what she had to do. Sabrina had to somehow, someway, will herself into unconsciousness before she lost her mind and jumped on someone.

  Forcing her eyes closed, at first she was only greeted with a blank slate, but it was soon filled with visions of pushing Conner—or maybe Oliver—onto his back and rolling on top of him, sliding her panties to the side, and taking that hard, delicious length into her body and riding him until they both came hard.

  She already knew what Conner would feel like, since she’d had the pleasure of being taken by him on her couch not too long ago, and the knowledge of how tightly he filled her, how aggressively he took her, combined with what she was feeling pressed up against her made her want it all the more.

  Was William just as well-endowed as his brothers?

  Her breathing had escalated, growing heavier and faster with her arousal, and Sabrina became acutely aware of how loud it sounded in the quiet space. Making a concerted effort to control it only seemed to leave her even more breathless, and at the rate she was going, she was going to lose her mind—and the fight.

  As if he could sense her struggle, Oliver’s thigh shifted overtop of hers and applied enough pressure to ease it to the side, opening her up to him. Cool air kissed the wet fabric of her panties, and she feared it was even worse than she’d imagined. Sabrina was soaked.

  Carefully, and slowly enough not to make a sound, his hand creeped across her hip and made its way between her legs, his long, thick digits finding the sopping wet core and tracing the outer edges of her labia through the cotton. Beside her, his breath fanned her ear, hot and heavy. Farther down, his cock seemed to grow harder, more impatient as it jumped and pressed against her thigh.

  In answer, Sabrina opened her leg a fraction more and tilted her head his way, letting him know that she was fully awake, fully aware, and fully ready to continue.

  Taking her cue, Oliver found the elastic edge of her panties and hooked his finger under the edge, lifting enough to make room for his entire hand to fit beneath it. Covering her mound, he sucked in a breath as his fingers found her molten core, so ready for him. Sabrina pulled in her own breath, hardly able to release it as she waited in anticipation of his next move.

  He didn’t disappoint. With slow, deliberate movements, he dipped his middle finger inside her channel while his thumb rolled circles over her clit in a tortuously slow dance that had her nearly crawling out of her skin, the need for release climbing as high as the temperature of her body.

  Before Sabrina’s orgasm could be realized, though, he withdrew his touch and urged her onto her side, her back to him and her front to Conner. Worried she might wake him, Sabrina stiffened, but Oliver’s insistent hands maneuvered her how he wanted, placing her leg over Conner’s hip, which was, to her surprise, immediately accepted with Conner’s hand clamping down on the crook of her knee to keep her there.

  The position was…interesting. Not only did it place her butt right up against Oliver’s rock-hard cock, but it allowed Conner’s own hard member to reach out and prod her from the front too.

  Behind her, Oliver was peeling her panties down, which was awkward, and he soon realized this when he reached the point where they’d go no farther and they had to do some shifting to get them all the way off. Then they returned to their previous positions, only this time closer, and Sabrina found herself wrapped around Conner, his mouth descending on hers while Oliver coaxed his thick length into her from behind.

  Sabrina gasped into Conner’s mouth as he plundered hers, steering her head where he wanted it with a well-placed hand while his brother held her hip in a bruising grip and fucked her senseless.

  So this was how it worked, huh? Sabrina was both inside her body and out as she simultaneously enjoyed the new sensations and dynamics while considering the mechanics of it all. Somehow, it seemed almost…anti-climactic. She didn’t know what she’d expected, b
ut it was definitely more than this.

  Then Conner reached between them and aligned his cock with her already filled opening, and Sabrina suddenly wasn’t so disappointed after all. She was…alarmed might be the accurate way to describe it. He wasn’t going to try to fit in there too, was he?

  Yes, he was. Keeping her mouth entertained, Conner began edging his way into her body alongside Oliver, while Oliver upped his ministrations, biting the back of her neck and shoulder while he slid in and out of her. Where she would have once thought it impossible, Sabrina’s body supplied the lubrication to allow both men in, and before she knew it, she was stuffed fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey.

  The idea of it would have made her laugh, if she wasn’t so overwhelmed by sensation. Behind closed lids, Sabrina’s eyes had crossed and rolled back into her head, such that she was so taken by pleasure she might never see straight again. As it stood, she’d be truly worried about needing corrective surgery after this if she wasn’t so overcome that she didn’t give a damn about the consequences in that moment.

  Her only concern was that William was lying there, fully aware of what was going on, and being totally left out. Although, how could she possibly include him? It wasn’t as if she were physically capable of taking another man inside her body, even if the logistics allowed for it. Sure, some porn stars could swing it, if you believed in that sort of thing, but now that Sabrina was starring in her own orgy, she was certain that it was all tricks of the camera. No way could any female take on more than two men without getting broken in the process.

  She spoke too soon.

  Before she could process what they were doing, Oliver and Conner flipped the script, and Sabrina found herself sitting on top of Conner, leaning over him, while Oliver repositioned himself behind her. As he picked up where he left off, she caught notice of William, who was lying on his side of the bed, stroking a massive cock that looked painfully engorged.

  He gave it a few long strokes and then he rolled and got onto his knees at the head of the bed, right up close and personal with her face.