Breakaways_Reverse Harem Romance

by Lily Harlem

Next came Mason. His gaze went straight to Olivia, sprawled on the bed, and stayed there. He scrubbed his hand over his super-short hair. “Wow, this looks fun.”

  Finally came Lucas. After panning his attention down her body, his focus settled on her face. He bypassed his brother, Harry, and Evan and came up to the bed. “You okay with this?” He touched her cheek with the back of his index finger.

  “Yes. Yes, Lucas.” She wriggled as Raul adjusted his touch on her, adding a small amount of pressure to her clit. “Join in.”

  He shook his head. “I’ll be over there…watching.”

  She glanced at the chair he’d pointed to.

  For a moment she wondered if it was voyeurism that appealed to him, or if he was simply too shy to get involved. Or perhaps he was acting as her guardian, keeping a watch over proceedings.

  “Nice ribbons,” Evan said, stroking down one black tie then sending his touch over the delicate inside of her wrist and down her arm.

  “Si,” Raul said. “I am glad you like.”

  “What else have you got in that drawer?” Harry asked. He quickly shoved his jeans off, his boxers coming with them. His cock was semi-hard.

  “Take a look.” Raul grinned.

  Harry peered into it. “Oh, these could be fun.”

  “What?” Olivia asked, straining to see. Though it was hard to concentrate on anything with Raul touching her.

  Mason sat on the opposite side of the bed to Raul and fluffed his fingers through her pubic hair. “Aye, what else have you got?”

  “These.” Harry held up two silver clips with small black feathers hanging from them.

  Raul withdrew and ran his damp fingers up her stomach, to her breasts. He tugged her right nipple.

  Olivia groaned and arched her back. She missed his touch between her legs but equally enjoyed the stimulation of her breasts.

  “Si, put them on,” Raul said. “I think they will suit our wife.”

  “What are they?” Olivia asked.

  “Nipple clamps,” Mason said, gently plucking her left nipple.

  “But, I…”

  “They are kind ones,” Raul said. “Pleasure not pain. I promise.”

  She swallowed as Harry came toward her, testing out the clip on his little finger.

  “These are perfect.” Harry smiled and swept his lips over hers. “But you’ll have to give them a few seconds to settle in and for the sting to ease.”

  “The sting?” Both Mason and Raul were fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hard points. “Okay.” She was breathing fast, her chest rising and falling.

  “She’s ready for them,” Raul said.

  “Yeah, she is.” Harry attached the small clip to her right nipple.

  “Ouch!” Her eyes widened, and she squirmed, tugging at the ribbons around her wrist.

  “Stay with it.” Raul cupped the underside of her breast. “It will feel so good.”

  “You think?” The sensation was intense but not unbearable. Her nipple was so hard yet squashed.

  “Si, relax.”

  She drew in a deep breath then blew it out.

  “And this one,” Mason said.

  Harry leaned over and applied the other clip, as Mason, the way Raul had, cupped her breast.

  She released a hiss through gritted teeth. The pain was the same as the first clamp, though that sting was reducing now.

  “Good,” Raul said, “that’s it.”

  “Don’t worry, babe,” Evan said, crawling up the bed and spreading her legs apart. “I’ll give you something to take your mind off it.” He set his palms on her thighs, then licked from her entrance to her clit, his tongue dipping into every fold.

  “Oh, Evan…yes…” she managed. “More.”

  The nip in her breasts seemed to spread over her skin, through her belly, creating a tremble that went down to her pussy.

  “Good idea,” Harry said, “but don’t let her come, not until I say so.”

  Evan paused and looked up at him. “Is that the game?”

  “Sure thing, buddy.”

  “Interesting.” Evan smiled then set back to what he’d been doing.

  Olivia glanced downward, past the black feathers resting on her sloping breasts, to Evan’s blond hair. He’d closed his eyes, his head bobbing as he worked on her. His neat straight nose was touching on her pubic hair.

  She tightened her internal muscles and enjoyed the building pressure. She could sense an orgasm beginning to bloom. Moaning, she dropped her head back to the pillow and gave in to Evan’s skills. He was so damn good with his mouth.

  He lifted his head.

  “Evan…” she gasped, pinging her eyes open. “No, don’t stop.”

  “Are you begging yet?” Harry asked. He kneeled next to her, holding his cock.

  “Yes, I want to come.”

  “That’s not begging.” He grinned. “But take this until you reach that point.” He held on to the bed frame with one hand; with the other he scooped beneath her neck and raised her head. “Open up.”

  She did as he’d asked, and he slid his cock into her mouth.

  She stared up at him; his cheeks were redder than before, and his lips parted. A thrill went through her. Being tied up, naked, her men all around her, touching her, was so damn sexy.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s it, Liv.” Harry went deeper, but not too much, only what she could take.

  There were fingers in and around her pussy. Evan’s. Mason’s. Both were touching her but not stimulating her where she needed it.

  She groaned and tugged the binds.

  “You can go nowhere, mi niña hermosa,” Raul said, kissing over her breasts and running his hand up then down her inner arms. “You are ours, to do with as we wish.”

  “I want to see her come like this,” Mason said. “Let’s do it.”

  “Not yet,” Harry said, his rhythmic sliding in and out of her mouth unchanging. “But get her to the edge again.”

  “I can do that.” Mason chuckled. “But I need to get naked first.”

  Olivia clenched her fists and curled her toes. Mason was stripping off. His body was so beautiful, his cock was so hard.

  Harry’s cock was solid, too, as he slowly fucked her mouth.

  Evan moved from between her legs. Mason took his place and sat back on his haunches

  She caught a glimpse of Lucas, seated at the side of the room, near the window. He was leaning forward, his forearms on his knees, and wearing an expression of extreme concentration.

  What is he thinking?

  Is he enjoying this?

  Does he want to watch his brother fuck?

  “Ah, yeah, this was a good idea, Harry.” Mason scooped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her hips. Her ass settled on his thighs, and his cock nudged her pussy.

  “I’m glad you think so.” Harry moaned and sank into her mouth.

  She held her breath; a drip of pre-cum had coated her tongue.

  “But I don’t want to come yet either,” he said, withdrawing. “And it’s too tempting, Liv, when I’m halfway down your throat.”

  Mason pushed in, holding her to him by gripping her waist.

  “Ah, Mason…” She arched her back. The filling was dense and deep. It felt divine but didn’t create pressure where she needed it most. “More.”

  “What here?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over her clitoris. Small, hard circles that felt so good.

  “Mmm, yes, just there.” She hugged him with her legs—and with her pussy. A bit more of that, and the orgasm Harry said she couldn’t have would be there, and she’d damn well take it.

  Mason began to gently slip in and out of her. She was damp with arousal. Her skin tingled. Her breaths hitched each time he hit full depth.

  Harry was still on the bed at her side. He was holding his cock and giving it the occasional stroke as he watched Mason.

  “Oh yes, that’s it, Mason,” Olivia said, her belly tightening.

  “Ah fuck,” Mason said through gritted te
eth, his gaze connecting with hers. “You feel too good, hen.”

  “Don’t let her come,” Harry warned.

  “Not yet anyway.” Evan appeared on the bed, the opposite side to Harry. He, too, was naked and holding his cock.

  “Evan, I want to come,” she gasped.

  “Of course you do.” He grinned at her. “So do I.”

  “Maybe we should,” Harry said. “There’s no rules for us, Evan. Do what feels right.”

  Evan looked at him. Something unsaid flashed in his eyes.

  “Just here,” Harry said, running his fingertips over her breasts. “Let’s come here.”

  Evan nodded and raised up. His cock was thick and solid, and as he stroked the length of himself, his glans peeked from his fist.

  Harry grinned and mirrored Evan’s position. “We’ll come together, on our wife.” He began to masturbate.

  Olivia groaned each time Mason hit full depth. She felt so consumed by her men and it was glorious.

  “My turn here.” Raul appeared next to Evan, beside her head. “Let me into your sweet mouth.”

  She opened up, and Raul slipped his shaft onto her tongue. His flavor was different to Harry, but equally sexy, his cock not as thick, but longer.

  “This is so fucking hot,” Mason said then groaned. “Ah, and I’m getting near.” He sped up on her clitoris.

  Olivia was getting near, too. She was so full and turned on. The friction of flesh on flesh as Evan and Harry brought themselves toward release filled her ears. Raul’s lean, bronzed belly dominated her vision.

  She tensed. Mason had brought her so close to climax. It was there, ready to overspill.

  “Watch it,” Harry said. “Mason. For fuck’s sake.”

  Mason took the pressure off her clit but continued to pump in and out of her.

  She wailed around Raul’s cock. Being so near but then not coming was infuriatingly frustrating.

  Harry chuckled. “What’s up, Liv? Feel like begging yet?”

  Raul pulled out and wrapped his hand around the end of his saliva-coated cock. “Si, how are you feeling?”

  “Fuck. I want to come. Now.” She glared up at Harry, then down at Mason. “Do it properly, on my clit.”

  “Here?” Mason slid his thumb over her clit again.

  “Oh, yes, there…” She pulled on the ribbons. “More.”

  “She does seem to be begging,” Evan said to Harry.

  “You think?” Harry turned to Olivia. He had a maddeningly self-satisfied smile on his face. “I think she should beg some more.”

  Chapter Five

  “No, no more. Let me come,” Olivia wailed. “I’m going to…”

  “Mason,” Harry said. “Stop it.”

  “Fuck. I’m coming,” Mason said, removing his touch from her clit and once again gripping her hips. He drew her onto his cock and stilled. Tipping his head back, he groaned long and low.

  Olivia was aware of the dull pulsing of his shaft as he came.

  “I’m gonna come, too,” Evan said, suddenly breathless and speeding up. “On her. I’m gonna come on her.” He hunched forward and reached out, gripping Harry’s shoulder with his free hand.

  “Oh, God,” Harry said. “Me, too.” He tensed and masturbated so fast his hand was a blur.

  “I want to come, let me come,” Olivia shouted as she wriggled within Mason’s hold, trying to get stimulation on her clit, but it was no good, his body was just out of reach.

  “You will soon.” Raul stroked her hair.

  “No, now.” She groaned. “Please. I need it. So bad.”

  “Fuck.” Harry said. “It’s here.

  Evan came before Harry. A ribbon of thick pearly fluid landed on her right breast, a drip catching on the feather hanging from her nipple. He grunted, and another spurt of release left his cock tip.

  “So fucking sexy,” Harry muttered, then held his breath and came, watching his semen land beside Evan’s and coating her chest. “Jesus…look at that.”

  “Ah, yeah.” Evan tilted his head to the ceiling, the tendons in his neck stretching taut. He gripped Harry’s shoulder tighter, the muscles in his arms tensing. “So hot.”

  “Fuck me, someone fucking fuck me.” Olivia yelled. She bucked upward and yanked her arms.

  “Oh yeah,” Harry moaned, adding to the cum on her chest. “Oh yeah, so pretty and all ours.”

  “Please, Harry. I want to come,” Olivia cried.

  Mason pulled out, his cock softening.

  “No, no, fuck me!”

  “I don’t know if you’ve begged enough,” Harry said, stilling now he’d climaxed.

  “I have. I have.” She was hot and sweaty; the want in her pussy was an ache, almost painful. “I need it, now. I’ve begged for it.”

  “What do you think, Evan?” Harry sat back on his heels, forcing Evan to release his shoulder.

  “She is begging.” Evan tipped forward and kissed her. “But I reckon she can wait a bit longer.

  “No, no. I don’t want to wait.” She twisted to face Raul. His erection was impressive and exactly what she wanted. “Get inside me, Raul. Make me come.”

  Raul glanced at Harry, a smile curving his lips. “What do we all think?”

  “Raul, please.” She was aware of the whine in her voice and her eyes misting. Sexual frustration was maddening, both mentally and physically.

  “That’s it. Let her come.” Lucas was by the bed. “No more teasing.”

  Harry raised his eyebrows at him. “No more?”

  “No more.” Lucas shook his head. “I mean it.” His eyes were narrow, his jaw tense. “Stop now or I’ll untie her and it’s over.”

  A slow smile spread on Harry’s face. “Looks like your torment is finally at an end, Liv. Lucas’s decision.”

  “Yes, good. I want to come…please.”

  Mason moved off the bed, the mattress shifting.

  Was it going to be Raul or Lucas? Or was she going to have to wait until Harry, Evan, or Mason had gotten hard again?

  “I will do it,” Raul said. “I will make our wife come so good.”

  Within seconds Raul was between her legs and resting over her with his hands on the pillow, arms locked straight.

  Her instinct was to grip his shoulders, but with her wrists still harnessed above her head that was impossible. So she wrapped her legs around the back of his and tilted her hips, searching for his cock.

  “It is here.” He smiled at her. “And I will not stop until you are coming so good.”

  “Yes, yes…oh…” She closed her eyes as he slid deep, his way eased by the cum already in her pussy. When he hit full depth, he rubbed his solid body over her clit.

  She moaned, and her fingernails dug into her palms. He’d got it just right. That was where she needed it.

  “She won’t be long,” Evan said. “A few strokes probably.”

  “Yeah, and we’ll take these off when it hits,” Harry said.

  Her right nipple tugged; Harry was tweaking the clamp.

  “Good idea, it will make it super intense for her,” Mason said. “Damn, this is hot, we should do it more often, all together like this.”

  “Yeah, we should,” Harry said. “And I think our wife is thoroughly enjoying herself now.”

  Olivia was lost to sensation. Raul was so damn good at driving her to orgasm. Her release was a spring, coiling up tighter and denser in her pelvis, and soon it would burst free.

  She moaned and bucked against Raul. The last few steps to climax had arrived. Stopping now wasn’t an option. The point of no return had been reached.

  “She’s coming,” Evan said. “I recognize that look and those cute little noises.”

  “Aye, she is,” Mason said.

  “Si, si…so am I.” Raul sped up; his hard body ground against hers with increased friction.

  Olivia came. A wonderful burst of pleasure, which exploded in her core then spun through her torso and limbs.

  “Now,” Harry said. “Take that one off
, Evan.”

  Suddenly the pressure over her nipples released. But far from being a relief, it sent a shockwave through her breast, kind of like an electric current.

  She cried out and yanked at the ribbons all the harder.

  The sensation was sharp and red-hot and it mixed with the bliss already circulating over her nerves. “Oh, God, that’s so…”

  “Joder eso es bueno.” Raul hovered his mouth over hers and thrust into her over and over.

  More pressure was building. Another orgasm. It careened toward her at a wild pace, then before she knew it, she was coming again.

  “Oh, don’t stop, there’s more.” She gasped. Her clit was so sensitive, every tiny bit of pressure intensified, and her body was spasming, twitching as ecstasy ravished her. “I’m coming…again.”

  “Fuck, she is,” Evan said. “Wow.”

  Raul continued, his orgasm extending with hers. She cried out. Brilliant bright lights flashed in her vision as she stared up at him. She could make out her other men, watching her, mesmerized by her coming. She’d never felt so erotic, so pleasured. Her climax belonged to them, all of them.

  “Oh yes…oh…” she moaned when finally the spasms in her pussy eased. But still the heavenly sensations of moments ago spread around her system. Bliss stroked over her skin, her nipples tingled, and her clitoris was pulsing.

  “Are you okay, babe?” Evan asked, smoothing his hand down her inner arm.

  “Yes, yes…I’m okay.” It was a struggle to catch her breath. Her heart was thudding, her pulse loud in her ears.

  Raul slowed then stopped. Sweat shined on his forehead and in the hollow of his throat, just below his necklace. He tipped forward and kissed her. Her skin was hyper-sensitive, and his goatee scratching her chin made her whimper again, with pleasure.

  “You are so giving,” he murmured. “To all of us. I love you so much.”

  “And I love you.”

  He sat back but remained inside her.

  She looked up at the five handsome faces staring down at her. “I love you all so much.”

  “And we love you,” Harry said, reaching for the ribbon on her left wrist. His cock was soft, his nipples hard. She guessed his skin was cooling in the air-conditioning.

  “Aye.” Mason dropped a kiss to her forehead. “We love you and promise to, for always.”