Five Alarm Forever: A Reverse Harem Holiday Romance

by Dizzy Hooper

  And I'm not going to say I doubted them. But there was some small bit of uncertainty in the back of my mind that made me wonder if they were just messing with me last night, saying they wanted me to come over.

  One look at Sal and any uncertainty is washed away.

  Yeah, that's a man who just got some last night. That's a man who's ready for more.

  Before my flush can creep all the way up my face and give me away, I divert my gaze.

  Seemingly oblivious to all the dirty intentions vibrating in the air between me and Sal, Walker points to the coffee maker. "Can I get you a cup?"

  "God, yes."

  He chuckles and reaches for the pot. "Black, right?"

  I nod, a little surprised that he remembers, but if anybody would, I guess it would be Walker.

  He pours me a mug, then passes it over. I grab it and a donut from the crappy box of grocery store ones sitting on the counter and retreat with them to one of the recliners in front of the TV. As I go, Sal reaches out, just barely grazing my elbow with his fingertips, but he might as well have gotten a handful of my ass. The touch is electric, lighting me up. Worse, I have to pretend it never happened.

  I refuse to look back at him. I just keep walking.

  But inside, my mind is churning.

  Last night, when I was lying on the bathroom floor, fucked-out and leaking his and Jaquan's come, all I could think about was how this was all going to go wrong. They'd stop respecting me. They'd tell everybody else and they'd stop respecting me. I'd get fired for being a freak and a slut.

  But what didn't occur to me at all was the idea that this might keep on happening. That it might…work out. At least temporarily.

  Why couldn't it, though?

  We all had a great time, right? I'm attracted to both Jaquan and Sal, and they sure seem attracted to me. Enough so at least to want to do it again after our shift.

  And neither of them batted an eye about sharing me.

  A shiver burns beneath my skin as I take a bite of my crappy donut.

  Me and Sal and Jaquan—we could have a lot of fun, honestly. And yeah, trying to keep it on the down-low would be rough, but we could do it. Certainly not forever, but for a while.

  So long as no one got emotionally involved, it would be fine.

  I roll my eyes at myself and sip at my coffee.

  Right. Because three-ways are really what you think of when you think emotional investment.

  Maybe the best thing about the idea of a repeat performance is my certainty that no feelings would be on the line.

  Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

  By the time I'm done with my makeshift breakfast, Corey and Street have joined us. They wolf down some food of their own as Walker dishes out assignments for the morning hand-off. Before I know it, we've each gone our separate ways to take care of the work of the station.

  I watch the clock as I clean and prep. It would be just my luck to get a call right now, to get stuck dealing with some cat in a tree or something when for once in my life I actually have someplace else I'd rather be.

  But the call doesn't come. I greet my replacement with way too wide of a smile on my face. Bob doesn't know me well enough to understand precisely how weird that is, and I don't care. I go over the transition with him.

  Then the second the second hand ticks over, I'm off.

  I hit my locker on my way out and grab my stuff. I don't look at the shower area; I don't flash back to the magical, life-altering fuck I just had there.

  Instead, I head outside, duffel bag in hand.

  Only when I get to the parking lot do I slow.

  But before any doubts can creep in, a horn beeps. I startle, then look to the side. Sneaky bastard—Sal is already sitting behind the wheel of a mud-stained Jeep with the engine running. He raises his brows at me.

  "You coming?" he mouths.

  I damn well better be. I glance around, but nobody's looking. I nod.

  "Follow me."

  He puts his Jeep into gear, and I sprint toward my truck. Adrenaline races through my system as he starts to pull out. He waits for me, though. I fall into place behind him.

  And his driving still isn't any match for Street's Fury Road insanity, but it's not sedate, either. I push my rusted-out pickup to the max to stay on his tail, and it's perfect. There's no room for second-thoughts or even first ones, really.

  There's just the ride, and then pulling into a parking spot in front of a normal, sedate apartment complex. There's Sal getting out, and me racing him up the stairs. There's a door.

  It closes behind us, and then I'm there. Shoved up against the wood, Sal crushing me against it, his scent surrounding me. His hot, hot mouth on mine, and Jaquan's voice in the distance.

  And then there's nothing but heat.

  Bodies.

  And the exquisite, orgasmic pleasure of giving in.

  20

  Three hours later, I've lost track of which round we're even on.

  First Sal took me, right there against the door, my legs wrapped around his hips, his powerful frame holding me up. The neighbors probably complained, we rattled the whole hallway so hard with the force of his thrusts. I came screaming around him, only for him to pick me up and carry me across the room, his huge cock still splitting me open. He deposited me on a leather sofa on my back and kept going, drilling into me until I was right on the brink again.

  But just before I could fall over the edge, he thrust in hard and stilled, filling me deep. He pulled away, and I could have cried, but it was fine, it was great.

  Because there was Jaquan, slotting himself in right where Sal had been. He took me slow and deep, grinding against my clit and kissing my neck, leading us both to a soft, glowing peak.

  We took a break to shower, Sal soaping me down, then carrying me out while Jaquan took his turn. They dropped me down onto a big, soft bed, and then Sal took up residence between my thighs. Jesus Christ, he ate me out so beautifully, hard licks right over my clit and his fingers filling me up. He even took a couple of teasing glances over my asshole, filling me with sharp, illicit pleasure, but when I shied away from further exploration back there, he let it go.

  After I came twice against his tongue, he climbed back on and shoved himself inside, and Lord, are these guys even real? When Jaquan returned, he rubbed his thick cock all over my face, and I loved it, loved the smears of precome on my cheek and lips, loved the weight of his balls as I took one and then the other into my mouth and sucked. Sal shot another load into my cunt, and then Jaquan had a go, and I was exhausted, ravaged, sore.

  But it didn't matter. None of us was done. We kept going.

  And so now here I am, sitting on Jaquan's lap as he rests up against the headboard, kissing his full, lush lips; grinding up against his cock as it starts to fill again. I'm a slick mess of come and my own wetness. It's trailing down my thighs and smeared into my skin. I smell like them, and the entire apartment reeks of sex, and I'm floating. It's like a dream, only it's real. It's amazing.

  A big hand on the back of my head pulls my focus away from Jaquan's mouth. Sal is there, kneeling beside us on the bed. His hair falls in a curtain around us as he steers me into another kiss. I suck on his tongue and glide my soaking, swollen pussy against Jaquan's hot length. Sal grips the base of my neck to keep me right exactly where he wants me while Jaquan assaults my tits. My nipples sting from being played with so much. Bruises dot my skin from their fingers and mouths, and every touch to those tender places just makes me wetter. More insatiable.

  Whining, I rub myself more desperately against Jaquan.

  His lips brush my ear. "You need it again, baby?"

  I nod ferociously, and how is that possible? I went without getting fucked for a year, and now, what—I need it every hour?

  Being here with these two men has turned my brain to mush. The only thing that seems to soothe the ache is having one of them inside me. It's like a dam has broken. My restraint is gone, and now all I am is sensati
on and need.

  And I'll get over it. I will. Fucking a guy out of your system might never work, but damned if I'm not going to try to fuck this sheer horniness away.

  Angling my hips, I rise higher onto my knees, trying work Jaquan back inside me.

  "Okay, yeah." He releases my breasts to put one hand on my side, guiding me down. He grasps his cock with his other hand and positions it for me.

  Thank God Sal is keeping my mouth occupied. Otherwise, I'd be begging, pouring out the gratitude that swamps me as I work myself onto Jaquan's thick flesh. The broad head of his cock nudges up against the entrance to my cunt, and I rock against it, trying to get him in just the right place.

  Until finally he's there.

  Even with Sal biting at my lips, I let out a sharp cry at the sudden fullness as I impale myself. Fuck, Jaquan feels so good inside me, blood-hot and huge. I fuck myself down onto him until he’s buried all the way to the hilt. I'm sore from taking so much cock today, beard-burned on my inner thighs from Sal's stubble, but I don't care. I'm so slick that he glides in smooth and easy.

  Stars burst in front of my eyes.

  Too fast, I start moving on him. His battering ram of a cock strokes over my G-spot with every rise and fall of my body over his. I'm in the perfect position to grind my clit against his body, too, and before I know it, the pleasure is building all over again.

  "Yeah," Jaquan groans, gripping my hip hard. "Fuck, ride me. You look so good, your tits—"

  They're bouncing with the force of my thrusts.

  "Your ass," Sal insists, breaking our kiss to reach behind me and squeeze one cheek.

  Yeah, that's got to be bouncing, too. Sal's touch is hot as he grips my backside. Once more, he starts to probe toward my back door.

  I'm so frenzied with chasing my orgasm that I let him, this time. I stick my ass out, and he separates my cheeks. He touches where Jaquan is sliding in and out of me, grazing Jaquan's cock and my fat lips, and a dirty thrill pulses through me.

  Then he takes the slickness leaking out of my pussy and drags it over my asshole.

  My body lights up. I bury my face against Jaquan's throat and ride his cock harder.

  Sal gathers up my hair, pulling it away from my neck so he can kiss my nape. "Is this okay?"

  "Yeah—just—not too much, okay?"

  "Yeah." He probes a little deeper then, and I can't help clenching up. The tip of his finger slides in anyway, and I groan. It feels so dirty and so tight—his finger in my ass and Jaquan's huge cock in my cunt, and fuck. What would it feel like to have them both fucking me at the same time?

  I fantasized about letting Walker fuck my ass while one of the other guys pounded into my cunt. In my mind, I replace the faces, mentally putting Sal's thick cock in my ass while I'm still riding Jaquan, and that would be amazing.

  Hell, it'd probably rip me in half.

  I can't. No way. Not today…

  But fuck me if just the thought doesn't put me right on the edge.

  My thighs burn as I work myself on Jaquan faster and harder. Wet, slapping noises of flesh on flesh fill the room, along with my panting breaths.

  Sal works his finger in a little deeper, fucking me with it. "So goddamn tight," he groans.

  And that's it.

  I come screaming, rearing back, my nails digging into Jaquan's arms. Jaquan groans, and I spasm, clenching around his cock and Sal's finger in my ass, and it's incredible. Maybe it's too much.

  As my pace falters, Jaquan starts bucking into me. He chokes on my name, and then he's there, too. He's already emptied his balls into my filthy cunt so many times today, but a few more pulses coat my insides, and I revel in every one.

  God, I know it's risky to be letting them do me bareback like this, but I love it.

  I'm still floating back down to earth when Jaquan's cock slips out. I whine pitifully, hating the emptiness, but I shouldn't have worried.

  Sal is there, plastered to my back. He rubs his cock between the cheeks of my ass, and for a second, insane, I consider telling him to put his cock in there, but no. That's the crazy sex hormones talking.

  I come to my senses and turn my head to look at him.

  "Don't you even think about it."

  He laughs, but he doesn't do anything stupid like pressure me.

  "Not this time," he agrees, and then he's sliding forward.

  My pussy is open and gaping, leaking come onto the mattress below me. So it's nothing for Sal to find my slack entrance. He shoves inside, and my eyes roll back in my head.

  He doesn't waste any time either. He sets up a brutal pace, fucking me hard and deep. I have to work to hold myself up against his onslaught. I tighten my grip on Jaquan's shoulder—

  And that's when I realize. I'm still holding onto Jaquan's shoulder.

  I moan, twisting my neck back around.

  Because holy shit.

  These two spit-roasted me on a bathroom floor. Jaquan held my hand while Sal had his sloppy seconds. Hell, a couple of minutes ago I was coming hard to the idea of having them DP me. Every moment of this threesome has been just that—a threesome. The guys haven't been shy about sharing or taking turns.

  But somehow this takes it to a whole new level.

  Jaquan is still sitting against the headboard. I'm still straddling his hips. His softening cock lies against his thigh, and he's holding onto me, steadying me as Sal fucks his come back into me, and fuck.

  It's so intimate. So perfect.

  Leaning forward, I capture Jaquan's mouth with my own. He lets me in, smiling. All the while, Sal is going to town on my cunt. Heat builds inside me.

  In the end, Jaquan is the one to sneak a hand between our bodies. He presses his thumb to my clit and rubs.

  "Come on." He nips at my tongue. "Come on his cock. Let us feel it."

  And it's the us that does it, really.

  I explode, a supernova going off inside my body. Sal follows me over the edge, sending even more thick seed flowing into my abused pussy. I crow inside, triumphant, milking him for every drop.

  When he's finally done, he cups my thigh and pulls out. I shudder, flexing the ruined muscles of my pussy. Thick come drips out of me.

  And yeah, I still want more.

  But I'm…okay.

  I'm exhausted.

  Legs and arms trembling, every part of me sore, I swing myself off of Jaquan's lap and collapse in a puddle on the bed beside him. I wipe my sweaty brow and let my legs splay wide. I can't be bothered to even pretend at modesty.

  The two naked men to either side of me don't seem to mind. Sal leans in to kiss my lips. Jaquan touches my hair.

  "Better?" Jaquan asks.

  "Yeah. A little." I flap my hand vaguely in their directions. "And you guys? You good?"

  Sal chuckles. "Yeah. Think I'm all right."

  "I don't know, man," Jaquan says. I manage half a frown and look at him. He shrugs. "I would kill for a sandwich."

  I laugh outright, my abdomen complaining at the effort. I glance to the side. The clock on the nightstand says it's almost noon, which means we've been fucking for hours now. We haven't paused for anything except a shower and a bathroom break or two.

  Right on cue, my stomach growls.

  Sal huffs and pats my belly. Then he heaves himself to his feet and reaches for my hand. "Come on. Let's get the two of you fed."

  21

  Fifteen minutes later, I'm sitting on a countertop in Sal and Jaquan's kitchen. I'm swimming in a borrowed pair of boxer shorts and an oversized T-shirt, munching on the best fucking quesadilla I've ever had in my life, shifting it from one hand to the other to avoid burning myself.

  I swallow back a moan as I take another bite of gooey, melty, cheesy goodness. It's an easy enough thing to make, but Sal has somehow perfected it into an art form. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"

  Sal slaps a finished quesadilla onto a plate and throws another tortilla on the griddle. "Firehouse, mostly. Though my abuela had something to do with it, too."


  "'Something to do with it'," Jaquan scoffs, perched on a stool by the counter on the other side of Sal. He takes a pizza cutter to the fresh quesadilla and divides it neatly into sixths before snagging the biggest piece for himself. Chewing loudly, he says, "Just let her hear you say something like that."

  Sal groans. "No, no, she'd never let me hear the end of it."

  "You and your grandma close?" I ask.

  "Him and his whole family are tight," Jaquan says.

  I furrow my brow. "Yeah?"

  Usually the guys on C shift are the ones without much family to go home to. We work all the holidays, including a double on Christmas Eve and Christmas—all the days that nobody else wants to.

  By way of answer, Sal shrugs. He points to a bunch of photos stuck to the refrigerator door.

  Curious, I pop the rest of my wedge of quesadilla in my mouth and hop off the counter to go have a look.

  Sal and Jaquan's apartment is a pretty normal place, all told, with lived-in but contemporary furniture and plain white wall. It has a little bit of a grown-up frat house look to it, with posters of hip hop artists, beer and bikini babes stuck to the walls. But it's clean enough, so I can't complain.

  I pad across the black and white tiled linoleum to the fridge. There are a bunch of photos there. A few of the guys from the firehouse. Some of what look like friends, out at bars and sharing a cookout at the park.

  And then there's this whole cluster on one side that have a different look to them. I squint, scanning the faces. The family resemblance is undeniable.

  I turn to find Sal watching me. I point at the pictures. "These them?"

  "Yeah." He abandons his cooking for a minute to join me. He towers over me, his scent warm as he leans in. I suppress a shiver. Apparently it doesn't matter that I've come a dozen times today. He still makes my body hum.

  Pointing at one of the pictures, he starts naming faces. "That's my mom and dad. My sisters, brother."

  I raise my brows. "How many of you are there?"

  "Five." He jerks a thumb behind him toward Jaquan. "Six if you count that asshole."