Naughty New Year: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Charlotte Grace

  “Bro! She’s fucking trying to make me come. Get in here.” Liam grips my hips and before I know it, he’s flipped me over.

  Crouching on all fours, he slams into me from behind, and Adam walks to meet me at the edge of the bed. He’s so hard, his muscular body tense and flexed.

  “Ahh!” I cry, Liam gripping my hips tightly as he pounds into me fast and hard.

  “Slow down, I want some too,” Adam warns.

  “It’s too fucking good,” Liam groans from behind me and I feel my orgasm begin to pour out of me. Turning him on is enough to tip me over the edge, sending me into yet another spiral of pleasure.

  “That’s it!” Liam slaps my ass roughly, extending my climax with a sting.

  “Yes! Fucking yes!” I yell so loud I’m sure the people in the next cabin can hear. Liam is pounding me so hard, the bed is rocking and creaking.

  “You like that, don’t you baby?” Adam asks, his abdomen flexing in front of me as he stands so close I can see the pre-cum coating the tip of his dick.

  Licking my lips, my mouth waters at the enticing lure of his long cock sliding across my tongue. I want to feel him reach the back of my throat, taking him as far as possible. God, I want them both inside me as far as possible.

  “You want to taste it, baby girl?” There’s a sensuality to his deep voice, his thumb pressing on the head of his cock while he tightens the grip of his fingers around the width.

  “Please,” I ask. It’s more like begging, or pleading.

  Liam is slowly fucking me, sliding in and out of my slippery cunt while he massages my waist, pulling me to meet him at every thrust. His cock is sliding balls deep until his sack slaps against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

  “You’re gonna take two?” Liam asks from behind me, his hand pulling at my hair as I lean forward to trace the bulging vein on Adam’s cock with my tongue.

  “Oh, fuck!” Adam bites out the words.

  “Suck it, Maggie.” Liam pumps me hard, causing me to jerk forward and I take Adam deep into my throat before sliding my tongue down and sucking the tip while his feet fidget in ecstasy.

  “Ooh, you like that,” I tease before taking him again in my mouth, Liam now working with me so that we all move in one smooth motion. Liam’s sliding inside of my wet pussy, sending me forward as I suction my mouth like a vacuum, hoovering Adam’s cock slow and smooth.

  Both are groaning and moaning so loudly, Adam’s hand resting on the top of my head, his hips rocking gently forward, sliding against my tongue. It’s so erotic to drive two men to orgasm at the same time, each of them desperately chasing their release by surging into me with a need only I can satisfy.

  It’s empowering and orgasmic as I climb my own mountain of pleasure. Liam is gripping my ass now, groaning uncontrollably, while Adam aggressively shoves his throbbing cock down my throat, losing control.

  “Fuck! Suck it hard, baby!” he orders, and I work my jaws, twisting my head from side to side to swivel my tongue around his prick.

  “Hurry up, bro! I need to fuck her hard,” Liam grunts.

  It’s strange to feel so much pleasure from being used this way. I feel their hands all over me, surrounded by their moans of excitement. Hearing them talk about their inability to fight off their release any longer is all I can take, and I come in a frenzy without warning.

  “Oh fuck! You’re coming again.” I hear Liam, but his voice is so far away, my senses temporarily numbed.

  “Shit!” I feel Adam’s hot thick come shoot to the back of my throat, his cock twitching against my tongue as he growls like an animal.

  “Fuck this!” Liam grunts, pumping me hard and fast three times before stilling deep inside me until his cock spasm and explode.

  We all come together and it is the sexiest, most climactic moment of my life. My mouth keeps working on Adam from reflex, but my body is acting completely independent of my brain, which seems less than capable of much.

  “No, fuck that. I want some pussy.” Adam pulls his still erect length from my mouth, refusing to allow me to suck him soft.

  I want to drain every drop of come from him. How he can still be hard is beside me, I’ve seen him come twice already. I’m still swallowing the last of his nut when he pushes Liam from between my legs, saddling up behind me.

  “Did you warm her up for me?”

  “No bullshit. I could fuck you all night, Maggie. Damn, you’ve got some good pussy,” Liam groans, climbing off the bed.

  “Fuck!” I scream, Adam fucking me viciously without warning.

  “Oh, you’re taking her rough, bro?” Liam calls out, a smirk painted on his gorgeous face.

  “I’m not doing that slow shit!” Adam’s voice is choppy behind me, his tone frantic as he surges fast and rough.

  Liam walks toward me, his semi-soft dick in his hand.

  God, he’s got a beautiful prick, long and thick. The pink flesh is coated in semen, and I spread my legs for leverage, allowing myself to delicately lick the remnants of his thick come while Adam pounds me hard from behind.

  Licking my lips, I look up at him, biting back a scream from Adam’s aggression. Unable to answer with words, I simply open my mouth, inviting him in. The left side of his lips curl upward, a mischievous smirk transforming his handsome face as he grips the nape of my neck.

  I watch as he spreads his legs, growing with anticipation. His excitement turns me on, and Adam is fucking me hard, spurring my sexual Goddess toward another climax.

  “Come here,” Liam says through clenched teeth before jamming his cock to the back of my throat, fast and forceful with his thrust.

  Pausing, he watches me closely, silently checking to make sure I’m okay before sliding out of my mouth and surging once more. It’s a strange sensation feeling him push to my tonsils so quickly, and my gag reflex reacts strong and swift as saliva builds in puddles on both sides of my jaw. A gawking sound escapes me as he increases his speed.

  “Good girl,” he pulls back, allowing me to breath.

  “Do that again. That shit is hot,” Adam calls, and I turn back to see the lust in his eyes.

  “Yeah, do it again,” I tease when I turn back to Liam, opening my mouth wide when he grins.

  Again, he pulls my head to him, this time using both hands. I’m completely at his mercy as he slams into the back of my throat, while Adam stuffs me full from behind. I’m helpless, but in complete control, each of them moaning in pleasure, enjoying the show.

  “Oh, fuck!” Adam likes that, and bends over my body, his arms wrapped around my waist as he rides me like a horse.

  “Fuck her mouth, man.” he growls, and I open up for another round.

  Hearing Adam groan in my ear, while Liam shoves his cock down my throat, my eyes watering as I look up to his gritting teeth, biting back his release. It’s all too much, so much sensation and pleasure.

  It’s like Adam is further turned on by Liam fucking my mouth, and Liam is turned on by Adam fucking me. And of course, I’m on the verge of another climax from all the pleasure they’re both giving me.

  “Fuck her hard!” Adam pleads, and Liam thrusts down my throat, causing me to choke. Adam comes instantly, growling like an animal, loud and long.

  “Open up,” Liam orders and I hold my tongue out as he jacks his cock until his salty spunk shoots on my tongue in thick white splashes.

  Chapter Seven

  “Excuse me! I’ve been knocking, but –”

  A man dressed in a ship’s uniform, charges into the room. I don’t know if I should be ashamed or proud. It’s not like I’m ever going to see these guys again.

  “Oh shit! Jeff, what’s up?” Adam lifts his head, looking over at the intruder.

  “You three are too fuckin loud, man. I’ve gotten like six complaints,” he explains, but I can’t help but notice the imprint of his cock growing as he takes in what must be an unbelievably erotic sight.

  Liam’s standing naked, jacking the last of his semen, while my boobs bounce
to the rhythm of Adam’s final pumps. We’re all slick with a coat of sweat, yet still greedy for more. It’s too good to stop, each of them so sexy.

  “This looks like a party,” the man says, quickly stripping his button-down shirt to reveal the third set of washboard abs in the room.

  “No, this is the best pussy in the world,” Adam proclaims, slapping my ass hard while finally sliding his cock from my swollen lips.

  “And the best mouth. My God,” Liam sighs, tapping his tip across my tongue to make sure I get every drop.

  “Fuck. Anyway I can join in?” the shirtless man asks.

  “Bring it, sailor boy. I need to come again,” I announce, feeling right on the brink while my two sex machines have finally tired out.

  “I can make you come without even fucking you,” Jeff boasts proudly, walking toward me.

  “I’d like to see that,” I roll onto my back, spreading my legs in the air.

  Jeff is softer than Adam and Liam, taking his time as he runs his fingers over the length of my body. Beginning at my neck, he traces the lines of my curves down to my ankles before dragging his fingertips up my inner thigh.

  “It looks like you’ve already had a little fun,” he whispers, feeling the wetness between my legs.

  Both Liam and Adam have fallen to the bed, exhausted by their exertion of energy and fluids, but I’m more than energized for a bit of fresh meat.

  “Mmm …” My back arches in delight when Jeff slips two fingers inside me and his thick thumb presses on my clit.

  I’m so close to exploding, I know it won’t take him long. With his fingers curling forward, he instantly begins teasing my sweet spot like he already knows what I like.

  “Right there,” I moan.

  “It’s her fucking voice, bro. She’s so fucking sexy,” Liam groans, and I reach my hand above my head to grip his sculpted abs.

  “I love these,” Adam lazily twirls his fingers around my nipple.

  “Watch out. This one’s mine,” Jeff claims my orgasm possessively, and finger fucks me until I squirt across the bed. “That’s it, baby girl. Fuck my fingers.”

  “Whoa, that’s fucking hot.” Liam growls.

  Lowering his mouth, Jeff teases my nipple with his tongue before sucking hard, grazing it with his teeth. Moving lower, he sprinkles kisses while his fingers continue to work their magic, tickling my hot spot.

  My breathing increases and I know I’m building again, ready to combust with overwhelming sensations. Jeff’s lips kiss down my belly, each causing me to twitch in shock and sensitivity. When his tongue circles my clit, I moan loudly, my eyes clenching shut.

  It’s a different type of climax when Jeff makes me come. I can’t believe how different each of them makes me feel, or how easily they all seem to take me from one climax to the next.

  “You’re squeezing down like you want something,” Jeff groans.

  “Give it to me then,” I smile, spreading my legs, as he fumbles with his pants.

  Jeff is between my legs, and plunging into my overworked cunt before he can fully undress. It’s hot that he can’t even contain his need for me long enough to get his clothes off.

  Lifting my legs into the air, Jeff remains on his knees, thrusting forward in short, swift jabs. He’s in deep and my body tenses from the slight discomfort.

  “Relax,” Adam whispers, noticing the shift in the tone of my moans. Hovering over me, he takes a mouthful of my breast into his mouth, massaging me with his tongue.

  “I want in on this,” Liam says, crawling around to my opposite side, claiming my other nipple.

  With sexy men to each direction I turn, I moan and groan, reaching out to run my fingers along their sweaty skin, fearing I’ll wake up from this erotic dream at any second.

  Spreading my legs, I watch Jeff unravel, his face contorting while his hips buck forward.

  “Give me some,” I whisper up to Liam, and he smiles, moving around to the front of me before ordering Jeff to finish.

  “Fuck!” he yells just before his body freezes, his face turning bright red as he stills inside me.

  “I want this ass,” Adam flips me over, back to all fours, resuming the position Jeff walked in on.

  Cupping my opening, he wipes the juices up the crack of my ass, coating my asshole with a mix of semen and pussy juice before inching his finger inside my puckering hole.

  “Ooooh,” I moan loudly, my mouth the perfect width for Liam to slide his cock against my tongue.

  Adam takes no time stretching and lubing up my asshole. He slides the head of his fat cock against the pucker and pushes. I growl, this is fucking unbelievable. My asshole is greedy as fuck as he inches in slowly. The pain quickly vanishes, and pure pleasure takes over. Jeff stands to the side, stroking his cock while he watches us. I imagine it must be very erotic, like live porn, to see us go at it like wild animals.

  I take the two of them until we all climax together, and Jeff isn’t far behind, shooting his load onto my face like a geyser when we finish. I lick up what my tongue can reach and collapse onto the bed. I’m insatiable — and exhausted.

  Chapter Eight

  When I wake up, I’m sure my night was a dream. There’s no way that could have actually happened, but as my eyes come into focus, it’s real. Liam and Adam are still fast asleep, my pussy is aching and my face is sticky with come.

  I tiptoe through the suite to keep from waking them. While Jeff is nowhere to be seen, his shirt is still lying in the middle of the floor, so he must have made his escape shirtless.

  Grabbing the tank top Liam wore when I first arrived, I wear that, wrapping the remnants of my maxi dress around my waist as a makeshift skirt before taking one last glimpse of the sexy men that gave me the best night of my life. Quietly closing the door behind me, I make my way back to my cabin, falling on my bed in a flutter of laughter, amazed by how crazy my night was.

  That was much more than coming out of my shell. I came every place I could imagine, more ways than I knew possible. Seriously, I lost count of my orgasms, which has never happened to me.

  There’s barely enough time for a nap before the ship docks in Miami. I subtly look for Liam and Adam, although I can’t be sure if I truly want to see them again.

  It was such a wild and unbelievable night, maybe it’s best to just leave it at what it is. Besides, what will they think if they see me? Maybe things will be different fully clothed in public. The doubt makes me release a deep breath when I make it to my taxi without running into them.

  When I finally get back to LA after a full day in transit, I’m drained, but nothing could stop me from meeting up with Beth to share my wild experience while it’s still fresh in my mind. Luckily, my best friend is more than eager to listen, although she can’t move much in her state, so I agree to go to her townhouse.

  My apartment is anything but welcoming, with the restaurant below busy with customers, a reminder of what a bad decision I made selecting the unit. As much as I wanted to believe the previous night was a change in my luck, returning to the city leaves me coated in all the bad news I’d wished to escape.

  Even the small things annoy me, like the pile of dirty clothes I’ve left stacked on a chair in the corner of my bedroom. This place is far from a fantasy and my thoughts continue to drift back to that amazing night, looking for any excuse to abandon my mundane reality.

  Gathering a few essentials, along with the keychain I bought for Beth, I make my way to her house, reminding myself not to jump right into my story, despite the desperation to relive the juicy details.

  I’m always impressed by Beth’s front garden, filled with colorful roses and tulips to greet you as you walk the stone pathway to her front door. Not a time goes by when I don’t envy her family’s wealth, wishing I could have a place as nice as hers.

  It feels strange when she doesn’t greet me at the front door like the usual routine. Now, with her injury, she’s instructed me to use her hidden key instead. Glancing over my shoulder, I check to
make sure no one is watching before kneeling into the garden, retrieving the spare key she stores behind a large rock.

  “Honey, I’m home!”

  What I admire most about Beth’s townhouse isn’t the cost or the fact that she lives in a premiere area. Instead, it’s what she’s done to it, making it a home, unlike the crappy place I’ve got.

  There’s always a smell of comfort in the air, whether it’s from candles burning, or the delicious aroma of cooking, which flood my airways the closer I get to her kitchen.

  “How did you make anything when you’re on bed rest?” I scold my best friend as she beams from a barstool.

  “Oh, relax. You were supposed to be appreciative.” Her small bottom lip pokes out, feigning a pout.

  Draping my arms around her, I feel home for the first time since the plane landed at LAX. Beth is my family, and without her, everything feels very bland. It is sweet that she’s taken the time to make a meal for us, especially considering all I need to tell her.

  “You’re the best friend a girl could ask for,” I say, squeezing her tightly before releasing her.

  “This has been the longest week ever without you,” Beth groans as I struggle to carry a head of lettuce, tomatoes, a cucumber, and green onions for a salad.

  “Well, I’m here now, so tell me what I missed.” I watch as she sits up on her stool, excited to finally catch up.

  During my time on the cruise I dominated every conversation we had, but I knew she had a lot going on. Beth was selfless in that way, always happy to allow me the time and attention I needed, even when she had things on her mind as well.

  “Oh gosh, where do I start?” Rolling her eyes, Beth sighs while reaching across the kitchen island to grab the head of lettuce, slowly peeling the wilted pieces away as she continues.

  “Is your ankle any better?” A pang of guilt shoots through me, because I haven’t given much thought to her injury recently. My thoughts have been restricted to the last 24 hours of the cruise, without exception.

  “I went to the doctor today. It’s not as bad as it looks. Apparently, I heal miraculously.” Holding her head high, Beth beams with fake pride.