Sext Addict: A Sexy Romantic Comedy Reverse Harem

by Virna DePaul

  “Your shirt, Tessa.”

  My name uttered in Jamie’s gruff Irish accent made my knees weak.

  “Eyes on us, baby,” Cade encouraged.

  He was nearly at the edge of the couch now, seemingly willing himself to stay seated. I focused on their hungry gazes.

  “Slower,” Jamie instructed as my fingers gripped the hem of my light silk blouse.

  “We want to enjoy the view.” That came from Cade.

  My fingers skimmed against my sides. I imagined the silk of my top was the silk of sheets on a bed, where Cade lay on one side, Jamie on the other. My hips rolled to the heavy beat of the music.

  “Fuck,” Jamie murmured when I dropped my blouse and skimmed my hands along my bra down to the waistline of my skirt.

  I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I swayed. I hooked my fingers in my skirt and slowly, as slowly as I could, pushed my skirt over my hips as they rolled side to side.

  When I opened my eyes, I was standing in only my bra, panties, and heels. Cade and Jamie were each rubbing at their obvious erections through their pants. The sight drew a little whimper from me. My own fingers ghosted over my clit through the soft cotton of my underwear.

  “Goddamn, that sound is going to drive me out of my fucking mind,” Jamie growled.

  “Keep going,” Cade begged. “Please, baby. Keep going.”

  I leaned against the pole and let my body move the way it wanted to, hypnotized by the lust in their eyes.

  My hands slid all over my body as they stroked their hard cocks. I stretched my arms over my head and gripped the pole. Then I dragged one hand through my hair, along my neck, over my breasts, and around to the single clasp at my back. Jamie’s head flopped back as he groaned and Cade scooted even closer.

  I spun around in what I hoped was a seductive way and let them see my fingers hovering just over the clasp of my bra. My eyes fell on the girls twirling around the poles below and I felt my confidence dip. But when I glanced over my shoulder, hair falling over one eye, I found Cade and Jamie’s eyes on me, exclusively and fully and completely on me. There were no other girls for them. There was only me.

  I undid my bra clasp.

  The straps shifted down my shoulders as I loosely gripped the pole and walked around it until I was facing them. Our intimate room behind the heavy velvet curtain filled with our hot, heavy breathing, the air growing thicker, heavier, sweeter with the scent of our collective desire.

  My bra clung to the swell of my breasts and I slowly pulled the straps down my arms as I leaned my shoulders against the pole. The bra fell to the floor and I remained still, naked before them as they admired me like a piece of art.

  “Your turn,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

  They stripped before me, each groaning as their cocks were freed from the tight confines of their pants. Jamie, stroking his red, throbbing penis, stepped toward me. I pushed him back with my heel against his chest. He stumbled onto the couch and his eyes flashed dangerously.

  “Hands off, gentlemen,” I said, grinning as Cade paused with his fingers just inches from my peaked nipples.

  It seemed to take everything in his power to sit back on the couch with Jamie. If I was being honest, I was still nervous about having sex with both of them at the same time. They were so big, so strong; it made me shiver. The thought of being between them sent heat between my legs. I wanted that. I really did. Just not today. Not quite yet.

  But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to give them a show.

  With them back on the couch, I sucked a finger into my mouth before circling it over a nipple. My hips swayed as my other hand dipped inside my panties, and I slipped a finger inside my dripping wet pussy.

  Jamie’s hand moved to his cock first, his massive palm still not enough to cover his length. Cade saw my breath catch at the sight of it and he watched Jamie stroke himself before starting to do the same. I ground my ass against the pole as I circled my clit while at the same time pinching my nipple.

  The music wrapped us together tighter and tighter like ropes of silk, and our moans filled the hot space. They hadn’t touched me, but I found myself already hovering over the edge. My eyelids were heavy and my lips tingled and my thighs quivered as I arched my back against the pole.

  “She’s close,” I heard Cade murmur to Jamie.

  It was as if I was hearing it from far, far away and yet at the same time as if he had gotten up to whisper it himself into my ear, his soft lips ghosting over my earlobe.

  “Come,” Jamie commanded. “I—we want to see you come.”

  His simple correction made heat flare up in my belly. My finger rubbing my clit was quickly losing coordination. Need, desire, lust was overwhelming my brain. I could barely see straight.

  “We want to hear you come,” Cade said next, his voice strained as his hand moved faster over his cock.

  I gasped, almost unable to breathe. I was so close. So goddamn close, my fingers dripping wet.

  “Come for us,” they said at the same time.

  That was all I needed. I called out in pleasure as I writhed against the pole. I slid to the floor, breasts heaving, vision hazy, hair plastered to my forehead.

  Jamie and Cade were watching me, panting with glistening chests and tense muscles. I watched them fuck their hands, hips bucking in desperation. I spread my legs so they could see just how wet I was for them and grinned wickedly.

  “Your turn.”

  I bit my lip as I watched first Cade and then Jamie come. Their bodies jerked, low groans slipped from their lips, and heads pounded against the back of the couch. Beads of cum dotted their quivering abs as they sucked in heavy breaths.

  The music shook the floor and the lights danced over our naked bodies as we all stared at one another with hooded eyes.

  “Welcome to the stage, Tiffany!” The sound coming from the speakers from the stage below came muffled through the glass.

  I grinned as Cade and Jamie chuckled.

  Fuck Tiffany.

  It was me who had rocked that pole.

  Chapter 14

  Tessa

  Standing in the far corner of my apartment, back pressed against the wall, I stared at the terrifying, petrifying, horrifying stack of white paper sitting on my table as if it were a curled up rattlesnake that might spring to life and attack me. It was right where Ellis had left it after he’d swung by this morning on his way to work.

  I jumped in fright when my cell phone vibrated on the table. Hurrying over to it, I snatched it up.

  ELLIS: It’s not a spider, Tessa.

  TESSA: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

  ELLIS: So you’re going over the script then?

  TESSA: Sure.

  ELLIS: Tessa Juliet Stewart...

  I groaned and my head flopped back. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed.

  TESSA: I will. I promise.

  ELLIS: Kk. It’s a great opportunity, Tess. And you know it. Pays big-time, too.

  I tossed the cell phone onto the couch and rubbed at my eyes. I knew it was. How could I not?

  When Ellis had pounded on my door early that morning and shoved the script into my hands, I couldn’t believe it. “You have an audition for this?” I asked him as he placed a cup of coffee in my other hand.

  It was a script for one of the most buzzworthy up-and-coming directors. It had awards written all over it. Every actor in town would want to audition for it.

  “Nope.” His grin was massive as he poked my nose. “You do.”

  I stared between him and the script. “What?”

  He flung himself on the couch and draped his arms over the back. I couldn’t help but remember that was how Jamie looked when he watched me undress at the strip club. I cleared my throat and tried to keep my cheeks from warming. I walked over and tried to hand the script back to Ellis but he refused to take it, plopping his feet merrily onto my coffee table instead.

  “This can’t be right,” I said, dropping
it into his lap.

  Ellis laughed and tossed it onto the coffee table where I eyed it with suspicion. “It’s right as rain, baby.” Ellis drummed his finger along the couch. “Your audition is in a week.”

  “But how?”

  “Your boy has some strings.” Ellis winked. “I pulled a few here and there, called in a favor here and there, sold my soul here and there, and voila.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “Ellis.”

  “Seriously, Tessa. You can do this. Until you fucked up that one audition, you’d been on your way to being noticed. Then you froze, and stayed frozen.”

  I opened my mouth to argue with him, but he held up a hand.

  “I ran into your agent yesterday. She was at the set to meet one of her other clients, and told me you weren’t answering her calls this week.”

  Oopsies. Yeah, I’d been avoiding Rielle’s calls because I knew she was just going to yell at me for backing out of the last audition.

  “We worked together to get you the audition and I told her I’d drop the script and give you the time and date. I also told her that you’d be there. And you will. I don’t know what it will take to help you overcome your fear of auditioning, but I’ll help. I’m not going to let you down, and I’m not going to allow you to let yourself down, either. I’m here for you.”

  I looked at him and blinked back tears. My heart thumped with excitement, because of the audition, yes, but also because I had the best best friend in the world.

  “I love you, Ellis,” I said, and for a moment he just looked at me. Time seemed to stop as some intense emotion blazed in his eyes. Then he said, “Love you, too, babe.” Then he jumped up and clapped his hands. “Now I’ve got to get to work!” he said, kissing me on the cheek. He pointed to the script. “And so do you.”

  Then he was gone in a flash and I’d wanted to dive into the script, I really had, but the more I thought about Ellis’s faith in me, how I would hate to prove him wrong, the script had scared me more and more.

  Taking a deep breath, I reached for the script, but froze when I heard the elevator ding outside and voices arguing.

  “Kale will not reduce the size of your penis, Jamie.” Cade’s muffled voice came through my apartment door. “I have no clue where in the world you heard that.”

  “Lad, do you have wool in your fucking ears?” Jamie grumbled. “Kale makes your balls shrivel. I told ya, it’s an acoustic guitar that’ll shrink your cock.”

  Grinning, I crossed the distance toward the door and opened it up to find Cade and Jamie chest to chest, nose to nose.

  “Fellas.”

  “Lassie, you sure you want this hippie in this gig with us?” Jamie grumbled, grouchy as ever, as he stared down Cade.

  Cade rolled his eyes before they landed back on Jamie. I briefly wondered what it would be like if they kissed. I shook my head to focus again as I realized Cade was talking to me.

  “—there’s plenty of gentlemen out there, Tessa. You don’t need this drum-pounding Neanderthal.”

  Sighing, I reached for each of their hands and dragged them inside my apartment. I pushed the door closed with my back and smiled up at them. “Hi,” I said.

  “Hey, baby.” Cade leaned in for a kiss, sweet and soft.

  “Hey Tonya.” Jamie grinned with mischief before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin behind my ear.

  I shoved his chest. “You’re such an asshole,” I said, shaking my head as I moved to the couch and patted the cushions on either side of me.

  Jamie winked at me. “You like it.”

  Cade raked his hand through the hair at the nape of my neck, and I leaned into his touch until I was practically lying in his lap, my feet touching Jamie’s thigh. “He is a rather charming Neanderthal,” Cade said. “Should we keep him, Tessa?”

  “I guess we can keep him around,” I said. “Might need a collar, though.”

  Jamie’s eyes darkened as he grabbed one of my feet and kissed my ankle. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, lassie.”

  The intensity of his gaze and the implication of his words was making me wet when Cade shifted behind me.

  “What’s this?”

  I ignored Cade as Jamie nibbled at my toes with a lustful grin, but when I heard the flip of a sheet of paper, I squirmed around to snatch the script from Cade’s unsuspecting grip. In the process, I kicked Jamie in the jaw.

  “Oy, love,” he grumbled. “We haven’t even established our safe words yet.”

  I hid the script under my sweatshirt and crossed my arms over my chest to protect it.

  Cade grinned down at me as his fingers walked slowly down my arms. “If you wanted me to lose interest in what that was,” he said, “this is the wrong place to hide it.” He gripped the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it up just an inch.

  “It’s nothing,” I said, quickly.

  The sliver of bare skin at my waist spiked Jamie’s interest as well, and he shoved himself between my legs. I bit my lip to hold back a moan when he slid his hands up my inner thighs. “What you got there, lassie?” he grinned.

  “It’s nothing,” I said again. “Really guys, let’s just move on.”

  “You know,” Jamie said, his fingers sliding over the thin material of my boxer shorts, “we have ways to convince you to show us,” Jamie grumbled before hooking a rough finger inside my panties.

  I imagined he could get me to do anything, say anything with those fingers alone.

  Cade’s voice was soft and warm against my ear when he spoke next. “We don’t want you to hide anything from us.”

  “Nothing,” Jamie added, his breath hot against my pussy.

  Finally, I sighed and pulled up my sweatshirt just high enough that Jamie could read the title page of the script.

  “A movie?” he asked.

  “The movie,” I said. “If I were to land this role, it would be huge for my career.” I sighed. “Ten to one, though, I’ll find some way to screw it up like I always do.”

  “Whoa, whoa there, lassie.”

  “Just breathe, Tessa.” Cade laid a hand over my heart. “Let’s start with just breathing.”

  I sat there between them and tried to control my breathing. But it continued to come out in raspy sputters and I threw my hands up in the air. “I can’t,” I moaned, still breathless. “I just can’t.” I pushed myself up from the couch, disentangling myself from Jamie and Cade, then stalked back and forth in front of the coffee table.

  “Why don’t I make us some tea?” Cade finally said. He hurried off toward the kitchen.

  Jamie drummed his fingers on the couch. “Let’s put on some music, eh?”

  I could use the distraction of music so I pointed toward my bedroom. “There are speakers in there.”

  Jamie disappeared as Cade opened and closed cabinets, scrounging around for what I assumed was a tea kettle and tea bags.

  “Uh, no tea,” I admitted.

  He glanced over his shoulder. “Lemons?”

  I shook my head.

  “Limes?”

  “Do I look like Whole Foods?”

  Cade frowned. “What do you have?”

  I shrugged. “Vodka.”

  He checked his watch.

  “It’s kind of early, so maybe—”

  “And orange juice.”

  “Perfect,” he said, and grinned.

  A few minutes later, the three of us sat in a circle on my bed, each staring at the script laid in the center as we sipped our screwdrivers and listened to the surprisingly soothing music Jamie played from his phone.

  “Maybe we could just look at the first page?” Cade asked.

  I glanced at him and shook my head. “I don’t think so. Too much pressure on the first lines.”

  “A random page, then?” Jamie suggested, flipping open the script to the middle before I could stop him.

  “We’ll each read a line,” Cade said. “No pressure.”

  “I don’t know, guys. Maybe we should just—
”

  Jamie grabbed the script and read aloud, “Guy Number One kisses girl while Guy Number Two watches. Alrighty, then.”

  I frowned in confusion at Jamie as he leaned over to kiss me. “What are you doing?” I asked, pressing a hand to his face and pushing him away.

  “Following the script, love.”

  “What?” I said, trying to grab the script from his beefy hand. “It doesn’t say that. It can’t say that.”

  But Jamie pulled the pages back out of my reach.

  Cade crossed his arms and harrumphed. “If anything, I’m Guy Number One,” he said to Jamie, “and you’re Guy Number Two.”

  “It does not say that,” I grumbled.

  “Oh, would you like to read it for us?” Jamie asked, holding out the script for me to take.

  I stared at it, clutching my chipped mug to my chest. I drummed my fingers along the side of it as I bit my lip. “You know,” I said slowly, “I’ve heard that sex can be a good stress reliever.”

  “Have you now?” Jamie grinned wickedly.

  I turned to Cade and he said nothing, but instead reached his hand around to the back of my neck and pulled me in tight for a sweet kiss that quickly turned passionate. When he leaned back, I was left breathless and already yearning for more.

  “Hey,” Jamie growled, and I noticed his eyes had darkened with lust at the sight of us. “No fair.”

  “Just following the script like you said,” Cade teased. “Guy Number One kisses the girl while Guy Number Two watches.”

  Jamie glared darkly at Cade, but he cleared his throat and again lifted the script. “Guy Number One takes off the girl’s sweatshirt while Guy Number Two watches.”

  Cade lifted a questioning brow at me, and I quickly nodded. I needed his hands on me. I needed them now.

  Cade set down his empty mug and I watched him with eager eyes.

  “From behind her,” Jamie’s voice came as a dark whisper when Cade reached for the hem of my sweatshirt.

  Cade hesitated until he saw that my breath had quickened at the sound of Jamie’s command. He slipped his fingers over my crisscrossed legs as he moved behind me, then pulled my hair gently back from my shoulder and pressed light kisses along the curve of my neck.