Naughty New Year: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Charlotte Grace

  “Okay, so why are you on the phone with me, and not sucking his cock right now?” she blurts out when I finish.

  “Beth!” I scream in shock.

  “I’m serious. Justin never made you come like that. You would’ve told me. If I were you, I’d be on both knees thanking that man right now,” she explains, and I laugh out loud at the brashness of my best friend.

  Besides, his dick was way too big for me to take down my throat. Giving head had never been my forte, so I’d need a few lessons, and a lot of practice before I could handle a man as big as Adam.

  “I couldn’t find him when I left the bathroom,” I explain, running my fingers through my hair in disappointment. I am still upset with his disappearance, mainly because I want more of him.

  “Do you think he could be looking for you?” she quizzes.

  “Who knows,” I wonder before releasing a deep breath as I fall back on my stack of pillows.

  My body already feels sore, but in a good way, like I’ve been getting my use out of some rarely utilized muscles. I listen as Beth gives one scenario after another for ways I can go about finding Adam, but I know they’re all no use.

  Beth has no idea how huge this cruise ship is, making it nearly impossible to find someone without knowing which cabin they’re staying in. The best thing for me is to accept it for what it was, and be grateful for the pleasure I received.

  “Well, if you want to give up on the best sex of your life without a fight, that’s on you,” and I know she’s rolling her eyes from the tone in her voice.

  “Whatever. I need to shower, I’ll call you tomorrow when we’re close,” I reason, not wanting any more advice from her.

  “Yeah, go wash all that hot sex off,” she teases.

  “Bye, Beth!” I yell before ending the call.

  Chapter Six

  My shower is long and cool, using the water to lower my temperature as my skin continues to burn with longing. My fingers linger over my sex for much longer than necessary, my second set of lips still swollen from Adam’s pleasurable beating.

  After a debate, I decide against pleasuring myself, although I know I could use something to take off the edge. I can’t match Adam, and there’s no reason to tease myself.

  Sitting on the edge of my bed, I turn on the air conditioner, allowing the cool air to dry my body as my hands drop to my breasts, massaging my nipples slowly.

  Suddenly, the air conditioner and lights cut off, leaving me alone in the dark, my body awakened yet again. A jerking sensation, which feels comparable to an earthquake, brings me to a sitting position, and then the lights flicker and turn back on.

  Could this night get any stranger? I think to myself as I rush to grab a white, strapless maxi dress from my luggage, using it as a robe as I rush to my feet, hearing voices outside my bedroom. Opening the door, I’m greeted by a group of people, from their ruckus, concerned about the shaking.

  “What was that?”

  “Should we be worried?”

  “I’m going to ask what’s going on,” someone says.

  The voices of my neighbors are fearful, and as I take in their faces, I notice it’s the first time I’ve ever seen them.

  “Sometimes there’s turbulence in the water, just like in the air,” a woman adds, trying to calm the frenzy.

  “Yeah, but it doesn’t make the power go out,” an older man grumbles, seemingly upset by the disruption.

  “Do you know what happened?” the woman asks a group walking up the hallway.

  “Just a little turbulence,” a man answers.

  “I told you!” she yells, but I can’t be bothered by their argument, because my ears are piqued with interest at the strange, yet familiar voice of the man. Just when I place the sound, I see his face, those brown eyes back to their normal hue, gleaming as he approaches me.

  “There you are,” Adam smiles, and my heart sinks at the glimpse of his perfectly straight teeth. The group continues without him as he stops in front of my door.

  “I couldn’t find you,” I explain as he wraps his fingers around my neck, pulling me into him before taking my mouth.

  “I had to shower. Come to my room.” He drapes his hand over my shoulder and begins to walk down the hall before I’ve even responded.

  Back under his spell, I realize I’ve gone with him without even retrieving shoes, the hard carpet tickling my feet. His relaxed demeanor takes me by surprise. Gone is the needy man from the bar; now he is calm and patient. While his hand could easily be roaming and groping, he’s chosen to just rest his arm around my shoulder.

  I can’t decide whether to be excited by the change in pace, or disappointed. I’m happy to have found him, but I want more of what I had earlier. He doesn’t seem like the type of man to tire out easily or early, so all I can hope is that he’ll turn his sexy alter ego back on when we arrive in the comfort of his cabin.

  The walk isn’t too far, but without any words exchanged between us, it feels awkwardly long as we make our way down the narrow hallway. Eventually, we pass the group who were with him earlier, but none of them speak to him, making me think he must be traveling alone, like me.

  Maybe he’s as excited to find another single person as I am, which is what I’m hoping for.

  Finally, we arrive at his room, and he stumbles with his keys before the door flings open, a gorgeous blond man answering with a bottle of beer in his hand.

  “Hi,” I hear myself say, looking up at the man, who is so handsome I’m questioning if I’ve seen him on billboards or magazines.

  “What’s up?” he casually answers, stepping aside to make room.

  Without so much as an introduction, I walk right into the cabin, which is much larger than the one Beth booked for us to share. Adam steps in front of me to lead the way toward a small living area, while the blond mystery man closes the door and then joins us on the sofas.

  “I thought you were traveling alone,” I mention, settling onto the sofa across from Adam.

  His blond friend has wandered into another area I can’t see, and my stomach sinks because he won’t be joining us. Up until this moment, I’ve been hot and horny for Adam, but now that I’ve seen his friend, I wish I’d met him first.

  “Yeah and no. We’re sharing the suite.” He throws one hand up, waving indirectly around the massive space. It must be some type of VIP cabin, because it makes mine look like a jail cell.

  “But this is still a singles trip!” the blond man yells, rounding the corner with three beer bottles in hand.

  Adam gestures to both of us. “This is my business partner, Liam, and Liam, this is Maggie.”

  I struggle to reclaim my composure. My thighs squeeze together at just the sight of Liam. Wearing a thin tank top, his chest and biceps are well defined, bulging as he extends a beer bottle in my direction.

  “Thank you,” I manage with a dry mouth, accepting the cold beverage then taking a long gulp.

  “We just launched our app, so it’s kind of a celebration,” Adam says with a shrug, chugging his beer.

  “What kind of app?”

  My curiosity is peaked just at the sight of them; knowing they’re businessmen only makes them sexier. The two look at each other, as if silently debating who will share their history, and finally, Liam speaks up.

  “Okay, you know how everyone wants to recycle these days – but no one knows the rules. They change from one neighborhood to the next, and even then, you have to sort and categorize.” He rolls his eyes exasperated and Adam takes over.

  “Our app solves that problem. You put in your location, and it gives you all the rules and ways you can recycle in your neighborhood.” His eyes shine a little brighter when he speaks about their business.

  “You can even find a local pickup for free, and they’ll sort it for you too,” Liam chimes in, equally as enthusiastic.

  “That’s cool.” I nod along, watching each of them try to shrug the compliment off before turning to me in unison.

  Having bot
h sets of eyes on me is more attention than I can handle, and I begin to overheat, glancing between their brown and blue eyes.

  “It’s not that big of a deal, but it’s taken a year locked in an office to get it done. Now that everything is wrapped up, and our new investors are in place, we need to celebrate,” Liam says calmly, almost too calmly.

  Walking around the sofa, he sits beside me on the soft leather. Our bodies are close enough that I feel a shift in the cushion when he settles down, and our knees come close to touching once he relaxes.

  Adam is glaring across the coffee table that separates us, and my knees fall, just slightly spreading as my pussy clenches with hunger. It’s enough movement for me to bump Liam.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, jumping to scoot further away, but he just laughs and waves me off.

  “It’s cool. So, tell us about you,” he prods.

  Adam answers for me. “Maggie’s from LA.”

  “Oh, really?” Liam perks up, turning toward me.

  “Yeah, I’m from the bay, but I’ve been in LA for a couple of years now,” I answer.

  “That’s dope. Maybe we can hook up when we get off this hell hole of a vacation,” he sneers, chugging the last of his beer.

  There’s a tension in the air, circling among all three of us, a feeling I’ve never experienced in my life. My thoughts are racing, and my attraction is through the roof as I’m surrounded by Adam and Liam. It’s an intoxication much stronger than one beer can cause.

  Adam awakened something within me in that bathroom – a sexual Goddess I didn’t even know existed. Now, it’s impossible to put her away; my body is craving more.

  “What do you do, Maggie?” Liam asks, placing one hand on my knee to gain my attention.

  Electricity surges through my veins from the contact, his large hand gripping my knee with ease. If his hands are that big, I can only imagine how large his package is. Shaking my head, I try to rid myself of these thoughts, finally answering his question.

  “I work at a gourmet cookie shop,” I smile, trying to appear casual despite my erotic thoughts.

  “So that’s why you’re so sweet?” Adam shocks me, and I turn toward him, gasping.

  “She’s sweet?” Liam asks.

  “I thought I told you. She has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Adam again causes me to gasp, my head turning back to him, but his eyes are filled with lust, just as they were earlier. My hormones rage further, my chest rising and falling slowly as the breath escapes me.

  “Can I taste?” Liam reclaims my attention, his hand gripping my thigh, as he turns to me, lifting my flowing dress with his free hand. With his sparkling blue eyes watching me, awaiting my response, he licks his lush lips patiently.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, looking over to Adam, who hasn’t moved an inch.

  Everything tells me I should get up and leave. These men are crazy, and I need to get away from them. That’s what my brain is saying, but my body feels differently, refusing to move from beneath Liam’s grasp. I want those full lips wrapped around my clit. Even more, I feel starved for another orgasm like the one Adam gave me earlier.

  “I want to see how sweet you are,” he rephrases, now bunching my dress in his hands, pausing as he looks deeply into my eyes for an answer.

  “Yes.” It’s a breath and a whisper. My mouth barely moves, but my ass scoots closer to Liam, urging him to lift my dress.

  “She’s pretty,” he says over to Adam after glancing down at my pussy.

  “I know. And she’s juicy,” Adam warns him.

  “I wanna taste your come,” is the last thing Liam says before dropping his head between my legs.

  “Ah!” I cry when I feel the roughness of his mouth take my opening, kissing and sucking me fast and greedily without warning. It’s too much, too fast, and I begin to breath quickly until I feel a strong hand on my breast.

  “Relax, baby,” Adam coaches me, dropping his hand to my neck and then moving lower. My body relaxes as his fingers massage my breast through the thin fabric of my dress.

  “Take it off,” I plead, wanting to feel his touch while Liam continues to drive me toward an orgasm with dangerous precision.

  I hear the fabric tear just when Adam brings his lips to mine, dominating my mouth with his tongue, swallowing my cries as my body rages with emotion. Liam is circling my clit, teasing me with the hardness of his teeth at my pressure point.

  “Let me kiss these,” Adam says, leaning over me to take my nipple in his mouth. My head falls back, overwhelmed by pleasure, when his jaws impale to create deep suction.

  “Yes!” I yell, my body feeling alive.

  Taking me further, Liam slides two fingers inside my clenching slit, his handsome face rising between my legs as he looks over to Adam.

  “Listen to how fucking wet she is,” he boasts, panting as he wipes my arousal from his lips.

  “Let me taste her.” Adam drops my nipple to respond, but I grip his hair to stop him from moving.

  “No, she’s just about to come. This one’s mine.” Liam again lowers between my legs, and Adam follows suit, circling my other nipple with his tongue.

  “Yes! Right there!” I cry, my body rolling over the edge as an orgasm racks through me. Just when my body begins to twitch with the release, Adam bites down, squeezing my nipple.

  “Ahhhh!” I scream at the top of my lungs until he releases the sensitive flesh.

  “Move! I want to taste.” Adam practically shoves Liam away, diving face first into my snatch, licking and sucking what his friend just devoured. It’s invigorating to be wanted by two hot guys; my mind is having a difficult time making sense of it all.

  “Tell him what you want, Maggie.” Liam nods toward Adam as he unzips his pants.

  My hand drops to the back of Adam’s head, my hips lifting to shamelessly beg for more. He hums with my clit in his mouth and I clench my fingers around his dark hair, tugging roughly, but he is undeterred. His tongue presses on, and then he slides what feels like three fingers inside of my warmth. The friction and pressure are perfection, and I moan in satisfaction.

  “Fuck, she’s so greedy, bro.” Adam lifts his head to grin at Liam.

  “Yeah, she wants some of this cock,” Liam says to me, gripping his erection through the boxer briefs.

  “You gotta come again before you get fucked, baby,” Adam calls up to me, dropping back between my legs, sucking me until I scream, another orgasm pouring out of me.

  “Oh God,” I sigh, panting and out of breath.

  Adam rises to his feet, as Liam strips naked, his cock so hard it curls up toward his belly. Squatting down, he settles on the floor between my legs before lifting me like a feather, and then treading through the suite quickly.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, twirling to look behind me.

  “I need a bed for what I want to do to this sweet cunt,” Liam growls in my ear, his free hand fisting a handful of my hair.

  I’m so turned on; my pussy is dripping in preparation to feel him deep inside me. I’ve never been with a guy as attractive as Adam, and Liam is even sexier, his blond hair dipping just below his icy blue eyes, bouncing with every step.

  “Give me this.” Liam tugs at my torn dress after setting me on the soft comforter. Pulling the silky fabric over my head, he pushes on my shoulder until I fall back on the bed.

  “Come here,” I whisper, curving my index finger to taunt him, my naked body twisting seductively.

  “You see what you’re doing to me, right?” he asks, gripping his cock with his fist, slowly stroking as he talks.

  “So, now what are you going to do to me?” I ask, lying on my back, my legs falling to each side.

  “You’ve got the prettiest pussy,” he growls, the tip of his length glistening with arousal before he crawls onto the bed, pulling apart my thighs before sliding in deep and holding his position.

  “Oh God!” I gasp, shocked by the fullness as he stretches me to my max.

  His cock
is so thick and long, forcing me to curve to his shape. Realizing he’s watching me, I force myself to accept him, not wanting him to get the best of me so early on. This is a competition of pleasure, and currently he and Adam are winning. In this next round, I’m determined to redeem myself.

  “Fuck me, Liam!”

  Without hesitation, he begins pumping me swiftly, plunging his length in and out while he struggles to find his freedom. He must be as turned on as me, desperate for a climax after watching me explode twice.

  From the movement in his hips, I sense his control slipping away with every thrust, and it turns me on knowing I can bring him such pleasure.

  “You’re getting weak in this pussy,” I tease, tugging at his ear with my teeth.

  “Fuck!” His growl intensifies his stroke, his back dipping low as his body moves in a wave formation to screw his cock into me.

  “I’m gonna make you come,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his waist, my ankles crossing on the small of his back.

  “Fuck that! Not until I feel you latch onto me.” His words are grunts, only half audible as the primal urge within him continues to wear him down, pushing him toward an explosion.

  Who knew missionary could be so erotic and aggressive? The curve in his cock is helping him hit a g-spot on my frontal wall, a spot that always drives me crazy. The electric currents are surging through my body again, building to yet another climax.

  I’ve been no angel, but multiple orgasms always seemed like a fantasy. Between Liam and Adam, I’ve already met my weekly max in one night. This is mind-blowing, but trying to understand it all is too difficult with the rush of hormones.

  “You’re fucking squeezing me! Shit!”

  “You’re gonna come for me, Liam.” I tug his hair, licking his neck before sinking my teeth into his shoulder. Howling in response, I feel him slow his hips, trying to prevent his impending orgasm.

  “This is fucking hot. You’re pounding her tiny pussy.” Adam’s voice from the doorway draws my attention as we both turn to view his naked frame.